Classic Rock Imagines

Roger Waters #1

Imagine getting high with Roger. He found out you'd never smoked before so he insisted that he must be the first person you did it with. He laid against the backboard of his bed watching you, sitting cris-crossed in front of him, take a hit. You let out a cough followed with tons of laughter from the two of you as you passed him the joint.

"Are you having fun yet?" He laughed, flashing that smile of his.

You felt giddy every time you looked at him, and this stuff was making it worse.

"You have no idea," you replied.

He seemed pleased with himself as he took a long puff, "Well, there's more fun to come, the nights only just begun," he said with a wink.

"Ooh, I'm excited now," you said, giving him the cheesiest grin you could.

He shook his head while a smile tugged on his lips as he watched you smiling at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothin'," he said, and you swore you saw him blush a bit.

"Oh that's no fun, tell me!"

"It's really no big deal," he said.

You were sure he was blushing now. You watched him scratch the back of his head as he adjusted himself in his seat nervously.

"You know you can tell me, Roger. I wanna know," you said, somehow managing to be serious for a moment.

He looked back up at you, his eyes looking hugely innocent as he thought about how to word his next sentence. He looked away from you only for a second to put out the joint. When he looked back up he took a deep breath.

"Well, I just really want to tell you, but-"

"But what?"

"I just don't know how to- to articulate-"

He was moving his hands around as he spoke, quite literally reaching for words. He seemed to be quite frustrated with himself and you were trying your hardest not to let a giggle escape you as you watched him struggle.

"Oh what the hell," he said before he reached forward to grab the front of your shirt to pull you into him.

You fell on top of him, your lips somehow landing perfectly on his own. You heard the little sound of shock that escaped you, making the two of you giggle a bit. But you wanted to focus on this. You wanted to focus on the way the two of you fit perfectly together, how his lips felt so soft and they were so in sync with yours. You cupped his face gently in your hands, never wanting this moment to end. You felt his hands slowly caressing your waist, leaving chills where they touched. It was absolutely electric, and you only hoped he'd feel the same about it. You had to pull away to catch your breath. You leaned your forehead on his and he let out a laugh.

"What are you laughing about?"

"I'm just, I don't know. That was something I've always wanted to do."

You felt that giddy feeling return as his words rang through your mind and his hands reached up to hold your face.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You whispered.

He nodded.

"I've always wanted to, too," you giggled.

You moved your eyes to see his, happily looking back at you.

"I could tell," he teased.

"Oh shut up!" You whined as you sat up, playfully slapping him on his chest.

"Hey, i can promise you, I'm not complaining."

His lips curved into a sweet smile as he intertwined his fingers with yours. His eyes quickly glanced to your hand, which was now laced with his, smiling as he squeezed it. He looked back up at you with a smirk.

"And I wouldn't complain if you let me kiss you again either?" He asked, his eyes glimmering as they hopefully studied your face.

"I guess I wouldn't mind too much," you joked.

He shook his head and yanked you back to him.

I'm so into Pink Floyd right now and so glad I got this request. 💓
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