𝐴𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑| 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑜𝑟 ✔

XXIII

I was curled up on the couch, my thighs, against my chest, with my chin resting on my knees. I sighed, waiting for Roger to get back so we could talk.

Truth be told: I was nervous as fuck. Even the thought of the possible scenarios of how this conversation could go were enough to get my heart going and my hands shaking.

I waited for Rog for what felt like an eternity, was probably only 5 or 10 minutes, before I heard the door creak open. My head swung towards the door, to find Roger, wearing prescription sunglasses, and sauntering over to the kitchen, avoiding my gaze.

He filled up a glass of water and walked over to me, casually handing me the glass. He sat on his sofa-chair, as I took slow sips from the glass, he watched me, with a cigarette hanging loose from his lips.

We sat in utter silence, and now it was my turn to avoid his gaze. Instead I just looked down at the glass in my hands. He looked to be in thought, clearly pondering something. "Nah, that's not an excuse" he spoke up, breaking the silence.

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him a quizzical look. "You were too drunk? Really?" he shook his head, dubbing out the dead cigarette in the ash tray, and removing the sunglasses from his face.

I sighed. "I said I was sorry-" I tried to explain, but found myself getting interrupted by the blonde drummer. "Alice. You're not a lightweight. I've seen you drink plenty more than that before, and you've never done anything like that." he explained, leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair and using his hand to hold his head, fingers, combing through his long golden locks.

I just shrugged, making him roll his eyes. "That's not an answer" he said. "Well, what do you wanna hear, Rog? There's not much to explain" I sighed in frustration. Roger could clearly see I was getting agitated, so he stood up, making his way towards me.

He sat next to me on the couch, and slouched a lazy arm around my shoulders, leaning towards my ear. "What're you afraid of?" he asked, looking me dead in the eyes.

I didn't respond. I just continued to gaze into his baby blues, losing myself in them, my mind wandered back to the kiss and I quickly found my eyes detatching themselves from his eyes and dropping to his lips.

"Fuck this" he whispered to himself before, he leaned over and kissed me. I didn't feel like fighting it, so I just gave in and kissed him back, tugging at his hair, I straddled his lap, his hands fell to my hips, pulling me closer until our chests were pressed together.

My hands found the back of his neck, when I started kissing him with hunger. He peppered soft kisses on my chin and my jaw, I leaned my head back, allowing him more access to my neck. He placed his hand on the back of my neck, his fingers tangling themselves in my hair, and the other arm, securely wrapped around my waist.

As he stood up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he continued trailing kisses from my lips, to my jaw, to my neck, further down, and back up again.

When he finally managed to open the bedroom door, he gently dropped me on the bed, and started slowly unbuckling his belt. I watched in eagerness as he did so, wanting to just rip them off. He smirked at my attempt to try and help him with his belt and jeans, and lightly shoved me back down on the bed.

I huffed as he took his time taking off his clothes, before proceeding to take mine off. With every piece of clothing removed, he'd press soft kisses against my skin, causing soft moans and sighs to fall from my lips.

Once we were finally both naked, he got on top of me, sliding on a condom, giving me a kiss on the nose, before he entered me, we both let out a loud moan, he stayed still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the sensation and feeling, before he started moving inside of me.

I dug the heels of my feet into his lower back, my fingers digging into his back, as I arched my back, with a moan.

He started kissing me again, probably to cover up the sounds I failed keeping at bay, just to not piss off the neighbors. His hands were on my waist, and his name was quietly on my lips, repeatedly.

His hands roamed my entire body, as I did the same to him. Our pace was slow and steady at first, but as we started to get more comfortable, he fastened the pace quicker.

As I knew I was about to reach my high, I grabbed a fistful of Rogers hair, kissing his lips, I knew when he was about to do the same, as his fists clutched onto the sheets. I heard something snap, like wood, startling me, I flinched at the sudden loud noise. "What was that?" I asked, in slight panic. "It's fine. It's probably just the bed." he casually said, not stopping his pace, until with a loud groan, we both finally came.

Our breathing was heavy, and I felt a few of the planks under the bed broken. Roger took of the condom and threw it in the bin. He then shifted closer to me, grinning, he kissed me and wrapped his arms around me.

"Sorry. I had too much to drink" he joked, quietly in my ear. We laughed and I smiled, wrapping my arms around him, my head buried in his chest, inhaling his strong scent, before drifting off into a deep sleep.