Paper Rings {Roger Taylor × Fem!Reader}

Chapter 2: Freezing My Bollocks Off

9:02 PM 10TH OCTOBER 1970
ON THE WAY TO A CHIPPY
SOMEWHERE IN LONDON
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"Good god, it's bloody freezing out here." Roger rubbed his arms. He was not wearing a jacket and I was not going to give him mine.
I wrapped my coat around my waist. "Ah, the joys of the Great British weather." I could see my breath it was that cold. (fr. On the way to school this morning it was -6⁰C)
"Well, you have a damn coat. I'm freezing my bollocks off right now." He shoved his hands deep into his pockets.
I snorted. "Not my problem mate. Your fault. Hopefully the chippy's warmer though otherwise I may become ice and I will need to be microwaved (pronounced mikro wavé-d) for me to be able to thaw. I'm always cold as it is..."

Roger turned down a street and I followed him. I genuinely had no idea where we were going but Freddie obviously trusted him to take care of me so hopefully he wouldn't be weird. We walked for another 5 minutes until Roger stopped and gestured for us to head inside the chippy. It had a giant plastic fish above the door stating the name of the place: "Big Daddy F's". There was a curtain of metal chains which we walked through as the snell hit me. The smell of chippys were heavenly. The salt and vinegar, mixed with the frying fish was mouth-watering. Rog grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a line consisting of 2 more groups of people.
He bent down and whispered in my ear. "Shit, that's my ex." He gestured to the group ordering their food ahead of us. In the group was a pretty brunette. She wore tiny shorts with red stars on the asscheeks with a skimpy, spaghetti strap top. How on earth was she not freezing her tits off?? "Um, I don't exactly know if this is awkward but can we pretend to... you know, be together. Only if your comfortable, obviously." He ran his hand through his blond hair which made me notice he still had a hold of my wrist. He looked almost nervous. Weird...
"Oh um yeah, sure." I nodded, maybe too enthusiastically.
Roger nodded and took his hand from my wrist and wrapped it around my waist, standing behind me and pulling me close. My heart leapt. "Thanks love, I owe you." He pressed lips to my temple, covered by my har. Not exactly skin to skin contact but I could feel the residual heat on my face as I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. He started rubbing his thumb in circles on the exposed bit of my stomach and then, ever so carefully, pressed a kiss to my cheek- definitely skin to skin contact this time. "You're doing great. Maybe act a little less flustered though." He continued to kiss my cheek and whispered various random things in my ear.

His ex had spotted us and acted as if she wanted to brake away from her group. She slowly started making her way over in our direction.
"Shit, Rog, she's coming over." I warned him.
He swore in my ear. "Oh good grief, she's gonna talk to us forever and we'll never get out of here. Um... you don't mind me kissing you do you? Obviously it means nothing and you can say no and like-"
I cut him off and turned around. "Just fucking kiss me." Was that desperate? Fuck it. Roger nodded, put one hand under my jaw, and kept the other around my waist before kissing me.

He was incredibly gentle, unlike the frantic making out he had going on in the corridor with the other girl. He cupped my face and butterflies started going mad in my stomach. The kiss was long and deep. Everything around us seemed to go still and of course he said it meant nothing, but it definetly meant something. Well... to me anyways. I willed him in my mind to make the moment last forever however we broke away when someone threw a chip at us and shouted to get a room. I stared into Roger's eyes then looked away to see his ex and her group walking out the door. She looked incredibly grumpy and I realised the person who threw the chip was one of her various male cohorts.

Roger cleared his throat and grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. He kept one arm wrapped around me then leaned into my side. "Best to keep the act up. It'd be strange to suddenly going from publicly snogging, to standing 5 feet apart." He murmered in my ear.
I tried to dispel the butterflies but it was so infuriatingly difficult, with his arm around me and his body so close. From here I could smell a mixture of lavender, hairspray and cigarettes coming off his shirt. I inhaled deeply and nodded. "Mhm, yeah, I understand."