Body Language. Queen

Indestructible.

Roger's P.O.V.

"Wakey wakey, Sleepyhead." I felt soft strokes on my hair as I began to come around from my slumber, flickering my eyes open and being greeted by the softly smiling face of Deaky.

There was no better sight to wake up to.

I smiled sleepily, rolling over and throwing an arm around him, wanting five more minutes and a cuddle.

"Hey, come on. We have to go." He giggled softly and peeled my arm off him, I looked properly now to see him already dressed.

I rubbed my eyes, "Why...?"

"Because we're going home." He held up the weekend bag I had packed for us a couple of days ago, he'd also packed everything up ready and left a pile of clothes out for me to wear now.

"What's the hurry?" I sat up now, raking my fingers through my hair.

"It's too early for anyone to be on the reception. You heard what I said to Becky yesterday, we're not bloody paying for our stay." He shook his head stubbornly.

I raised my eyebrows, "Don't be silly, we can't just leave without paying." I got out of bed reluctantly and pulled on the clothes.

"Yes we can. And we're going to. Nobody will know." He shrugged, an evil smile on his face.

"Becky will. She'll tell her boss." I answered matter of factly.

He shrugged again, "And if she does what then? They don't know our address or our phone number."

"Yes but they know who we are. It's not rocket science to track us down." Was he insane?

"Oh come on, Roger. Live a little."

"Live a little?" I repeated, amused.

This was a crazy idea but Becky had made our stay here rather awful. Why should we pay? And he looked genuinely excited about it, who was I to fade his sparkle?

I sighed, "Fine. You better have a good plan."

We immediately grabbed the overnight bag, not wanting to waste one valuable second, it sounded easy, we just walk out, right? Nobody will suspect a thing.

Once we had reached the bottom floor and the exit was in sight, I grabbed John's hand as we peered around the corner to see if anybody was working on the desk yet, the atmosphere was deadly silent, there seemed to be nobody about.

"So, what's your plan?" I whispered to him.

"Just fucking run for it." He replied, "Go!"

He started to drag me and we ran straight for the door, pushing it open and out into the streets, he was right, it was too early for anyone to be working yet, we had escaped without paying for our stay and it felt really fucking good.

We jogged to our cars and I pressed him up against his car, "That was very rebellious, John Deacon." I purred.

He bit his lip, grinning, "It was a bit, wasn't it. It was easy though." He said, his hands on my arse.

"Almost too easy." I kissed his lovely lips and smacked his bum before walking to my car, I wished we could be in the same car but as we both had ours, we couldn't just leave one here. "I'll follow you?"

"Yeah, okay." He smiled, winking at me before he got into the drivers seat and I did the same.

We began to drive off, giving that ghastly hotel one last glance before it faded into the distance. What a weird couple of days away this had been, I really didn't think that our argument would be resolved what with having issues with Becky. But it turned out to all work out for the better and things couldn't be more perfect.