Roger Taylor Imagines

Straight to the point!

1974
Im just gonna go straight to the point! I miss Roger. God, I want to kiss him so badly...but hes a BLOCK AWAY FROM ME AND ITS 2 AM.

My warrior ass has to get what it wants, I cant. I was laying in bed normally, chilling and watching tv.
But the sudden urge to just kiss the living DAYLIGHTS out of Roger.

BUT WE WERENT EVEN IN A RELATIONSHIP.

Were still friends, close friends.
I wanted him so bad. F this shit im out.
I got up, zipping up my oversized zip up Led Zeppelin jacket.
Putting on my black converse and going out in nothing but short gym shorts and a tank top, without a bra, I went out.
It was only a bit chilly, enough for a jacket.
I walked faster, wasting no time.

A group of weird guys was going the opposite way, so towards me. They just stared at me, one with a dumb smirk on his face.
As I passed them, doing a secret eyeroll i heard one of them quietly wolf whistle.
I see those kinds of guys all the time and they never fail to make me laugh. But to myself obviously.
Theyre just so funky.

I reached Rogers flat and as I expected, the lights were off and the neighbourhood was quieter than a mouse. I like quiet, just not this kind of quiet.
Reaching his door my arms hanging on my sides, I thought about what i was actually doing right now. Running a hand through my wolfcut brown hair, I held my hand in the air in a fist.

I ringed the doorbell...2 times accidentally. CUZ THE DUMB BELL IS HARD TO PRESS AND IT SOMETIMES RINGS 2 TIMES INSTEAD OF ONE ILL- ARGH.

I waited for an anwser. I didnt quite hear at first but i definitly heard footsteps. Slow ones. The door opened, Roger standing there with his hair dishevelled hotly, his eyes squinting to the street lights. He wore nothing but tracksuits. Everything else was visible and standing in the doorway for me.

His. Chest. His. Chains. Around. His goddamn neck.
A lot of them.
"Ema?" He asked in a raspy and confused voice, rubbing his left eye.
I couldnt stop the need. FEED THE NEED.
"What are y-" I cut him of by hugging his neck furiously, smashing my lips onto his soft ones. They were so damn soft, made of fng SILK as they were easy to glide my lips onto. I was much shorter then the average person so I was on my tippy toes as I kissed the daylights out of him.
His eye were wide the moment i kissed him but he melted into seemengly my whole body as he circled his strong arms around my waist.
Closing the door with a slam we waddled to god knows where. Only god knows that he was gonna start pushing me back onto his warm and glistening bed.
But we werent even in his room, where the hell are we?

I dont care.
"Oh god yes.." I mumbled into his mouth, my words hitting his airways. Stuffing his mouth with my tongue him doing the same, we explored each others mouths. French kissing, he guided me through it. Taking control of them. Absolutely.
"Wha- mmmm arw. We doin'?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows still never taking those lips off of mine, still controling them.
"Mmmm I missed you." I said going crazy on those lips.

"Mmmmhmm, you did? I like you. I knew- mm! I was going to." He moaned at one point as I was basiclly sucking the soul out of his body.
I pulled away carressing those beautifal features carefully. Needed to get every inch.
"I like you too. Rog, I dont if I can hold myself back from you anymore. I- why are you unzipping my jacket?" I asked him as he bit his lip, taking a peek inside.
I smirked unzipping whole and flicking it open.
"Oh yes." He said a bit loud staring at my body while pushing me on a bed? We were in his room!
"Oh yes, what you lookin at?" I said sarcasticlly as he took in every little curve I had. "Examining...your gorgeous body." He said taking my jacket off and seeing my nipples harden through the silky tank top.

"Someones hard." He said pushing me further on some pillows, crawling above me, non stop examining my appearance.
"Your saying that to me?" I said not believing it. He kissed me again, so sweetly so passionetly.

"I love you Emica."