Classic Rock Imagines

Roger Daltrey #5

Request

"What's something you've never done before?" Roger asked as he twirled around to face you.

He had just finished a gig and it had gone great, but he decided he wanted to skip the party and spend time with you.  You had had a crush on him for the longest time, but you were such good friends you decided to keep quiet about it. You walked the dark streets of London with a smile on your face as you watched him try his best to walk backwards so he could look at you. He looked so cute in his coat, with his hair curly and wild as usual, smiling at you while he waited for your response.

"Hmm," you started, looking around as you thought, "well, I- no, I don't want to say."

You found something, but thought it was quite embarrassing, although you knew you'd have to tell now.

"(Y/n), say it," he said with a laugh, "you've already got me curious, it wouldn't be fair to leave me wondering."

He raised his eyebrows at you as you bit at your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile.

"It's stupid," you said, trying to deflect.

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, it can't be that bad."

"Well," you laughed, "it's not bad, it's just, you know, embarrassing."

"Now I absolutely have to know," he teased, making you let out a sigh.

"Alright, alright," you began shyly, "I've never had my first kiss."

He slowed down a bit and furrowed his brow, "Now, that can't be true," he said slowly.

You blushed and nodded, "Its true."

He stopped and a smiled spread across his face when he realized how truly embarrassed you were, "That's not all that bad, you know," he said.

"How's that?" 

"Well," he said with a little laugh as he looked down at his feet, "it'll be more special when it happens, whoever that lucky guy is."

You felt a little twinge of excitement when he looked back up at you, his eyes moving from your eyes to your lips for a brief moment.

"I suppose you're right," you said softly.

"I know I'm right," he laughed, "he will be lucky."

A smile tugged at your lips as you watched him kick at the ground below his feet, "Roger," you started.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think-? Well," you felt your face turning bright red as you stuttered, "would you be that guy?"

That bright smile of his spread across his face as you spoke, "I was hoping you'd ask that," he said quietly as he reached up one hand to cup your face before he leaned in and met your lips.

You giggled a bit as you felt a little shiver go down your spine as he moved against you. He let his free hand find yours to intertwine his fingers with yours, making you smile uncontrollably. He broke away with a laugh and leaned his forehead on yours.

"What did you think?" He asked as he continued to gently hold your face, letting his thumb brush softly against your cheek.

You blushed and nodded your head, "I'm glad I waited."

He smiled, "Me too," and then he pressed his lips gently to yours again.