The Black Queen

Fourteenth Entry

August 20, 1984

I been really busy these past few months. The boys were going on tour today. They must have left by now. They were on their way to Belgium for their first show. Their album was a huge success, obviously. It's been a busy year, but it wasn't over yet. 

I spent the day with Roger. Dominique was gone for the week for business. We decided to take advantage of this day. I came the night before so we could have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves. It was a wonderful night. We've been together for a year now. How time flies. "Time waits for nobody" as Freddie once said.

Roger and I laid in bed. The birds chirped outside. His arms were wrapped around me. He snored a little. It was so sweet. I smiled to myself, my eyes remained shut. Our naked skin each other. My hair was probably suffocating him. After-sex hair can get pretty messy. It's a little long, too. I felt his face snuggle up behind me more. He kissed my head. 

"Good morning" I said.

"No, not yet." he mumbled. I chuckled a little. I checked the time. It was 10:43. "Glad to see you here with me, alone."  he said. I turned around and faced him.

"I know, baby. I know. I feel the same way." I pecked his lips. I rested my head on his chest. I felt his hand stroke my hair. 

"I'm going to miss you so much. This tour is going to be so much work, and I won't have my flower with me." I giggled a little. 

"Well, I'll give you some advice: while your on tour, look for some dahlia flowers, and maybe they'll remind you of me." I smiled at him.

"You're so smart." He caressed my cheek by the back of his hand. "God you're so beautiful." 

"I know, you've told me before." I chuckled. 

"You know what we should do?"

"What?"

"Get married."

"Roger..."

"Why not?"

"You know why not. We can't even see each other, how are we supposed to get married?"

"You're right. You're right, it was a stupid idea."

"I would like to marry you, some day. I promise."

"Promise you'll keep this promise?"

"I promise! Really! I do!"  we both laughed. He got on top of me and started kissing all over my body. He kept repeating "I love you! I love you!" while doing so. I kept on giggling when he continued on. When he stopped he rested on top of my body. He let out a loud sigh. I stoked his blonde hair. 

"Are you hungry?" I asked him. "I can make us something."

"I am starving, darling."  

"Let me get up to make something then."

"Nooo, not yet" He whined. He wrapped his arms around me again. I sighed. 

"What do you want? I'll make you some pancakes and eggs, if you want."

"I'd love that." 

"Then let me get up, or else we'll starve." He groaned

"Alright." He let go. I got up. I slipped on my undies and put my bra on. I put my robe on and tied my hair up. Roger was still in bed. 

"C'mon, Roger. I'm gonna need help doing this." He got up and dressed himself as well. He didn't actually dress himself. He just put on his boxers. We both went downstairs to the kitchen. "Okay, so, I'll need the pancake mix, please. Also, an egg, some milk and a table spoon of vegetable oil."