Don't Talk! (Freddie Mercury / Queen)

1985: What A Drag P-I

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Thank you all for 30k reads for 'Don't Talk!', I really appreciate it!

Hope you enjoy part 1 to this one shot, it's a lot shorter than usual, but I wanted to put something out there. 💜

Hayes
Munich, Germany
1985, September 5th

"'Maybe Tonight', maybe tonight". This is the mantra Ms Laura Branigan repeats to herself every morning when she wakes to find that her album still hasn't charted."

Freddie's form rustled beside me, alerting me to the fact that he would groggily pop his eyes open at any minute. I quickly flipped my notebook shut, wincing when a too loud crack ensued. He let out a soft groan before twisting about to face away from me. I slipped the notebook under the pillow, and shimmied my body further down the bed so I was at his level.

"Morning." My voice scratched against Freddie's neck, "Love."

"Morning. Is it a good or bad one?"

"Depends." My lips brushed against his warm skin with each lazy utterance, "How do you feel about being forty?"

Freddie attempted to pull away from me in a huff, but I simply locked my arm tight around his waist. "I'm thirty-nine, and you know that." He halfheartedly tried to shove my hand away, "Fucking tart."

"If it's any consolation, you're a fit forty." My fingers gently brushed up and down along his abdomen.

Freddie twisted himself around so that we were practically nose to nose. I moved my face so that we were. "And you're a little shit."

A crooked grin split across my lips as Freddie's gaze sleepily met mine. He lifted a hand to thread his fingers through my already thoroughly tossed hair. He then gave my hair a playful tug as if to scold me.

"Be nice, its quite literally my day."

"I know." I slowly pressed my lips to his, "Happy birthday."

"Now, that's much better." Freddie laughed softly against my waiting lips. His hands gently scratched down my back before he pulled me closer to him. Before I could attempt to tangle our limbs up any further, Freddie pulled away slowly.

"You're guilty. What have you done now?"

I schooled my features into the most innocent of expressions, "I can't imagine what you mean, darling."

Freddie's lovely eyes studied my face carefully. "Show me your hands."

I merely blinked my lashes at him a few times, as if thoroughly confused. "My what?"

Freddie purposely patted his hands about, nowhere near my own hands before he finally caught a hold of my wrist. I tried to keep my arm locked down, but Freddie had always been deceptively strong and I really hadn't put in much effort. He inspected the side of my palm the second my hand was freed of the duvet.

"I knew it."

"Hm?"

"Ink." Freddie exclaimed, "Evidence."

"Hm?"

"You promised no working."

"I really have no idea what you're talking about."

A small crease appeared between Freddie's brow, and I could see a few glitzy gears turning behind his eyes. "Alright then, who's this other woman?"

I laughed, "What?"