It's All So Beautiful *Roger Taylor Fanfic*

Those Pretty Eyes

June 5th 1974
**Megan's POV**
I was standing, panting in the bathroom. It was 3:45am. My heart was racing, my mind spinning, I was completely dumbfounded. I couldn't figure out what had just happened, what was going through my mind. I went back to my bedroom. I looked at Roger. He was sleeping peacefully, looking innocent an adorable like always. I couldn't believe what I had just experienced. This is why I was so distraught:

*THIS IS A DREAM (I WILL PUT THE WHOLE THING IN ITALICS TO SHOW WHEN IT BEGINS AND ENDS ) *

I looked over at him, his beautiful eyes boring into mine. His long hair was sitting on his shoulders perfectly. He was standing in front of me smiling. He had his arms out inviting me to them. I accepted. I inhaled his husky and sweet scent. He had his long arms around me. He made me feel so comfortable. He let go of me and put his hand out and I took it. He led me to his room. I sat on the bed as he took his shirt off. He was wearing it half buttoned so there wasn't much to unbutton. I took my top off and put it on the floor. He gently kissed me then used more passion. I was melting, floating away. I put my hand in his hair as I kissed him hard. He started to carress my body and I tilted my head back in pleasure. He got on top of me and made me moan in pleasure several times. I was in such lust. I kissed him as we fell asleep. I looked over at him; his long curly black hair was all messy. I had just slept with Brian May.

Even though it was just a dream I still felt like I was betraying Roger. He was my husband, the father of my children, I loved him so. Why was I having dreams about my friend? I got back into bed and tried to sleep. Roger started to stir and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I heard him get out of bed to go to the bathroom. I rolled on my side so he couldn't see my face. He came back in a few minutes later and got into bed. He was having trouble falling back asleep. I rolled over to face him. His eyes were open. He smiled when he was me. "Hello." He said. "Morning." I said. "What time is it?" "4am." He groaned. We were silent, nothing was said. I was thinking about my dream and what it meant. "What are you thinking babe?" Said Roger. "Hmm?" I asked. "Oh nothing. Just thinking." "About what?" "Nothing." I said laughing. Roger pulled me close and hugged me tightly. "You know how much I love you?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. "No, no you don't, I love you so much that I can't explain." I turned around and kissed him. "You're so charming Roger." I said. He rolled over so that he was on top of me. "I love you." He said kissing my neck. "You too." I said. He was pulling my pyjama trousers off ready to show me his love physically. He leaned in and I moaned loudly. Elly Mae started to cry. Roger groaned loudly. "Elly Mae please stop." He whispered. She didn't stop. He got out of bed and kissed her forehead rocking her until she fell asleep. He put her back into bed crib. At this point I was exhaused. I didnt have enough energy to do anything but sleep. Roger got back into bed and cuddled me tightly. He kissed my head and sang The March Of The Black Queen to me:

A voice from behind me reminds me
Spread out your wings you are an angel
Remember to deliver with the speed of light
A little bit of love and joy
In each and every soul lies a man
Very soon he'll deceive and discover
But even till the end of his life he'll bring a little love and joy
Everything you do bears a will and a why and a wherefore.