Keep Yourself Alive - Roger Taylor

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The party began to die down, but the night was nowhere near finished for Roger and I.

Brian, John, Freddie, Roger and I were chilling on the barstools drinks in hands, obviously. Everyone had left, but it was two in the morning so who could blame them?

"So what are your plans as newly weds?" Brian asked, kicking his feet up on the stage.

"Probably shag tonight, tomorrow and oh the day a-" Roger started, but I slapped him in the chest and he flinched back laughing.

"Roger!" I said, widening my eyes.

"I'm just kidding!" He said, unconvincingly, with extreme amounts of sarcasm.

"Whatever" I huffed, kicking him lightly with my bare foot.

"We're actually going to shag every night all week so-" He added, and the lads laughed uncontrollably.

I kicked my foot under his chair and he flew off, grabbing Brian's stool who also fell to the ground. Roger broke Brian's fall, meaning that Brian was now leaning on top of Rogers chest.

"Ooh Brian, I know you're prone to affairs but I didn't expect one so soon" Roger joked, slapping Brian's arse.

"Alright alright, I know" Brian sighed, jumping up and dusting his suit down.

"Don't you be stealing my man, Mr May" I joked, and he shook his head laughing.

"Sorry Roger, But I'm stealing your woman!" John suddenly shouted, and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Deacy what are you on ab-" I started, but before I could finish John had picked me up, holding me by my legs that wrapped around his waist.

"Not my lady!" Roger shouted jokingly, and rushed around the room after us.

"John" I laughed, trying to control my giggles, however I was failing miserably.

"Don't you two fuck on the bar too, I've already witnessed Roger and you do it before I don't want to see John, the darling is too innocent" Freddie called over at us, making us all chuckle even more.

"Excuse me, I am not innocent" John said, putting me down and dipping me low, pretending to kiss my neck jokingly.

"John" I giggled uncontrollably and pushed him off me.

"Can we all just put my wife down now please?" Roger asked, laughing as he grabbed my hand protectively.

"Ooh, my wife eh? I love how that sounds, husband" I beamed, and we went back over to sit on the stage.

"Me too" he smiled back.

"I might head off now need to check on the kids, it's been a great day. Have a good night you two, congrats" John said, hugging Roger and I before making his way to the exit.

Brian left too, as he wanted to make sure that Anita had made it back to the hotel safely. This meant that Roger, Freddie and I were the last ones standing, and it was nearing four in the morning.

Roger pulled out a cigarette, lighting in and taking a drag. I turned to him and gave him my innocent eyes, begging for just one hit.

"Nope" He said, pulling it above his head.

"Please Roger, as a wedding gift" I pleaded.

"Nope! Your wedding gift was the ring you ungrateful sod" he joked, taking another puff.

Quickly, I snatched the cigarette from his hand and took a swift drag, before he pulled it back.

"Gosh darling, just let the girl have a few puffs she's not going to die is she?" Freddie said, shaking his head.

"She's my wife now, I have to protect her from evil" Roger said sarcastically, pressing the cigarette out in an ashtray.

"Oh whatever, but the only reason I quit is because I thought you were too, and look at you now" I huffed, shrugging my arms together.

"I'm witnessing the first married couple bicker, how marvellous" Freddie joked, taking out a pack of cigarettes and passing me one, also taking one for himself.

I grinned evilly, and Roger shook his head disapprovingly at Freddie.

"Are you joking me?" He said, dumbfounded.

"She's my best friend, I have to accommodate to her needs" He joked, and lit our cigarettes.

"It's just one fag, Rog. Don't worry, I might not look very ladylike smoking in my dress but nobody is here" I grinned.

"Whatever" He grumbled, tickling my side to make me giggle at him.

Before long we were all shattered, and I ended up being carried home by Roger, via piggyback, as my heels were killing my feet.

"We're married, babe" He said in shock.

"Trust me, I know" I beamed back at him.

He grabbed my hands and swung me round, both of us spinning out of control as we laughed. When we finally slowed down, he pulled me into his chest. Our fingers stayed intertwined for maximum proximity, as he leaned in to kiss me passionately.

"You look beautiful in the dress, absolutely stunning" He breathed into my skin as we pulled away for air.

"Thank you, today has been perfect" I said, my breath hitching as his hands moved further down to my lower back.

"Although- the dress would look much better on the floor" He said hoarsely.

"I couldn't agree more" I mumbled, and he moved around me.

I felt each button get plucked apart, until finally his warm hands pushed the sleeves from my shoulders, along with his hot breath tickling my neck. His hands roamed down the sides of my arms, pushing the dress further and further down my body. I turned to face him once the dress had been removed and kissed him sweetly, holding his face in my hands.

I pushed the jacket from his body and began to undo the buttons on his white shirt, not breaking the kiss we shared.

He picked me up, letting my legs straddle his waist as he walked us over to the bed. He lay me down on the bed and straddled over me, kissing down my body lovingly. His tender kisses sent shivers all over my skin and sent me into a state of euphoria all night long.

Happy wedding night to us; and what a night it was.