Somebody to Love (Roger Taylor)

Chapter 1

1974.

It was dark outside and about to start raining. There were no stars and no moon. The street was silent and only a few stray cats walked it. Only the street lights and a soft light coming out of a window illuminated it. Behind that window, two young lovers cuddled under the thin bedsheets after a passionate night. Her small body was lying on top of his with no clothes on. Her head, covered by long locks of wavy, light brown hair, rested on his bare chest. She stroked his arms and chest with her fingers, drawing small circles on his soft skin as she sometimes left tender kisses on his chest and neck. His hands traveled up and down her back, caressing her skin and playing carefully with her hair.

"That was amazing, babe... I love you." The young man whispered and kissed her head.

The girl couldn't help but chuckle.

"How many girls a day hear that from your lips?" She smirked up at him and winked, rolling off him. "You don't love me, Roger. I'm just another girl for you. You won't even remember me tomorrow." She stood up and grabbed his white shirt to then head to the bathroom.

"Hey!" Roger sighed and followed her. "Where are you going?"

"To shower." She smirked at him and chuckled softly as he closed the door after them, kissing her once again.

"Can I join you?"

"You've already decided that, haven't you?" She said as she pulled away to turn the shower on.

He stepped under the warm water and pulled her near him into the shower.

"How old are you again...?" he asked as he grabbed her hips to press her tiny body against his.

"I'm only eighteen. And that thing... hurt." She rose an eyebrow, stroking his neck tenderly as water ran down their bodies.

"Being the first one has been a honor." He gave her a cheeky grin and attacked her neck with kisses. "I'm sorry I hurt you, though... it'll be better the next time. I promise."

She blushed and shook her head.

"There won't be a next time, Roger."

He sighed softly and stroked her body, looking into her eyes.

"I like you a lot, that's the truth. But I'm not going to force you."

"And are you planning on going out with me or something? I mean, we met a few weeks ago, we saw each other again tonight and after a couple of drinks we ended up in your room. You know nothing about me."

"Are you like this with every boy out there?" Roger chuckled awkwardly at her words, almost speechless.

"No, I don't open my legs to every boy out there. Feel privileged." She winked at him and smirked, stealing a small kiss from his lips.