Falling For Freddie (Freddie Mercury or Queen Fanfic)

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"Heyya darling!" Freddie barged into the dining room.

Alice was seated, writing onto a notebook. Swiftly she shut the notebook close and looked up to Freddie, "My love."

"What were you doing?" Freddie looked to her coyly. He pulled the chair next to Alice and sat on it, he could smell the light-wine sweetness on her breath, the scent of Lavender in her hair, her suspicious aura oozing from her pore. He paused for a moment and tried to process that Alice is now living with him, in Garden Lodge. It took a lot of begging on his behalf, to have Alice to move in with him. She refused mainly because she was already having a hard time with her colleagues about dating a Rockstar, nevertheless living with one.

"Nothing..." she chuckled, bringing in the notebook closer to her chest. To distract him from the notebook, she rested her feet to his hip, insisting for a rub.

"So how was your day?" Freddie asked massaging each of her toe.

"I just had the most fantastically awful rehearsal today." Sunlight gathered in the dark waves of her hair, her pulpy lips glowed, her cheeks were bright pink, she had that Asian Flush all over her face. Alice said in that tone, that starts out super coyly and ends up sexy. "Please, Freddie, can you help me make this day a little better."

Freddie wet his lips and bit it. Alice was merely wearing jeans and an oversized Hawaiian shirt, his Hawaiian shirt. She slowly removed her legs off him and crawled on top of him. He assumed his position, slouching down further, wrapping his arms around her securely at the waist, their face inches from each other. 

"What do you want?"

"You!" she bit his lower lip.

"Darling, you do notice every time we talk it almost always end up with you on top of me?" Freddie nudged his nose to hers.

"Well, not, all the time..." she snickered, her lips kiss-puckered. She leaned forward so her elbows would rest on his shoulders, chin to chin, her hands playing with his messy tousled hair.

"Actually... Can you make some tea, love? And bring some of my mom's cheese biscuits too," Freddie blurted out all of a sudden.

Alice pulled herself away from him, pouting. She repeated him sarcastically, "Actuallyyy, this is the part where we make out."

"Please..." Freddie sat up straight, reeling her with quick kisses to her neck.

"Urgh. Fine---" she pushed him away, standing to her feet. "Peppermint, Ginger or Green Tea?"

"Whatever you make darling, I'll love it." It was the line that annoyed her, the way he said it with his toothy adorable grin. That whatever she would do, it was good enough for him.

Once Freddie was convinced Alice was away, Freddie took the chance to grab the notebook Alice was writing on the table earlier. He had never seen it before, and she seemed overly protective of it. On his first attempt, the page opened to the last page she written on.

A collection of poems appeared through the pages. Freddie was stunned. As if she was not anymore perfect, despite of her questionable hormonal ways once a month, Alice writes poems too. He read each line and wondered if Alice was writing about him. Too engrossed reading each page, he did not notice Alice had walked into the room holding a tray.

"Seriously Fred?" Alice asked annoyed, placing the tray near him. "Come on give that back." She tried to reach for the book but Freddie extended his hand so the book was out of her reach. Annoyed she sat on his lap with a pout, pleading for the notebook back.

"Most of all I am thankful, you are just what I prayed for, you are what I was made for, Yes I'm for sure..." Freddie recited smiling, trying to fight off an embarrassed Alice.

"Freddie..." Alice moaned. "Give it back---"

Freddie snickered and eventually gave it back, wrapping his arms tightly around her body, he looked up to his blushing girlfriend. With one quick peck to her lips he mumbled cutely, "Sorry..."

"Don't throw me those Persian brown eyes, it won't work!" she insisted, to no avail. Freddie broke into laughter, she was too easy. Alice wondered how a 33-year-old man could be so adorable and had her under his thumb. But then she remembered this man is Freddie Mercury.

"So those poems are inspired by me darling?" he asked smugly. 

"Nahhh, it was about my high school sweetheart. John," she lied biting her lower lip, as if to trigger him. Freddie's face turned serious, his jaw tightened, his grip around her waist tighter. Alice pursed her lips nervously, "Stop Freddie, you're hugging me too tight---"

"Who the fuck is John?" Freddie lifted her up so both of them were on their feet. Alice folded her arms grudgingly, if he wanted to push her buttons, she could do the same as well, she thought.

"Fine. I'll give you 5 seconds to run, but once I catch you Alice--- Your ass, is grass!" Freddie announced his face emotionless.

Alice's mouth opened wide, "That's unfair! You were the one who opened and read myyyy diary, myyyy notebook!" She was perplexed, why was she being punished when it started because of him.

"5..." Freddie counted.

"But I..."

"4..."

"Argh fuck you Fred!" Alice pushed him away nearly knocking the teacups on the tray. She ran passed Phoebe at the hallway who instantly groaned the minute he heard Freddie going, "3...!" Alice moving in was both a blessing and a curse for the household. A blessing because Freddie was much happier, a curse because they've been fucking like bunnies, and even the huge Garden Lodge could not conceal the sounds coming out of their bedroom.