Pink Floyd Imagines

Roger Waters #13

Thank you radiomeddows for this awesome idea 💓

"You're not understanding what I'm saying," Roger said through gritted teeth to David.

You sat next to Rick, who gave you a nervous glance as you two watched Roger and David glare at each other. Rick had brought you along to the studio today to surprise Roger, but he wasn't aware that it was not quite the best time. Roger was happy to see you, but he was terribly unpleasant about almost everything else.

"Well then why don't you make yourself more clear," David said, trying his best to keep his cool.

Roger let out a frustrated sigh and threw his hands up, "What do you not get? The middle eight is too dull, it needs something, anything really, so do something! Unless you're trying to tell me you don't know how!"

"Roger," you said softly to quiet him down.

He shot you a sharp look and you widened your eyes in surprise. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

"You know what," Roger said as he threw down his bass, "I'm done for the day, figure this out on your own."

He stormed out of the room, leaving all of you wondering what the hell just happened.

"Well," Rick started, trying his best to relieve the tension, "let's figure this out then."

He headed over to his keyboard, giving David a pat on the back as he passed him. David gave him a small, yet defeated smile and plucked his guitar strings quietly. Rick began to play along with him, doing his best to cheer him and Nick up. You stood up and slipped out to find your flustered boyfriend. You heard a frustrated yell which was followed by a loud crash. You peered around the corner, not surprised to see the noise had come from Roger, who was pacing around with his face in his hands, ignoring the broken glass of the coffee cup he'd just thrown.

"Roger," you said gently.

He removed his hands from his face and looked over at you. You gave him a small smile and his expression softened.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed as he moved towards you and caught you in an embrace, "I'm such an ass."

You let out a little laugh, surprised to hear him admit that, but you wrapped your arms around him to give him a comforting squeeze.

"I've got to agree with you there," you said, making him laugh a bit, "but I understand Roger. You've had no sleep, you've been stuck in this stuffy studio for ages now and you barely have time to do anything besides this. So, I get it."

He pulled away to look at you. He let out a sigh and cupped your face in his warm hands as a little smile pulled at his lips. You looked up at him with admiring eyes.

"What would I do without you?" He said softly as his thumb gently caressed your cheek.

You laughed, "Who knows?"

He shook his head with a smile before he leaned in to place a soft kiss to your lips. You placed your hands over his where they still rested on your face and let out a sigh of contentment. He pressed his body closer to yours and began to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You smiled against him before you felt his tongue glide over yours, making a chill run down your spine. He let out a quiet moan, making you giggle. You broke away, blushing as you looked back to make sure no one had walked in or heard him.

He took your chin in his hand and turned your head to face him again. His  eyes were dark as he hungrily looked over you.

"Let's get out of here," he said in a low, enticing voice, "I told them I was leaving anyway."

"But, Roger-"

He quickly pressed his lips to yours again, silencing you. He moved quickly and passionately against you, leaving you breathless and wanting more. He pulled away and smirked at your blushing face.

"Come on," he whispered before he took your hand in his to drag you out the door.

If you guys want some smut, I could totally make a pt. 2 for this. Just let me know 😉