speechless | roger taylor

three

"Make yourself at home," John smiled at Elise before he made his way over to the sofa and sat between Brian and Freddie, immediately engaging in a conversation with the two of them.

Elise balanced herself on her slightly aching feet and rubbed at her arm, looking around the room. She took in her surroundings and realised that there was nowhere to sit. She looked at John, who was too deep in his conversation to notice. 

"I've got a place you can sit," Roger said smugly, only loud enough for the two of them to hear. Elise snapped her head in his direction and gave him a small smile, tilting her head to the side slightly, as if she was asking him, "where?"

He chuckled and uncrossed his leather-clad legs, resting his feet flat on the ground. "My lap looks completely empty." 

She looked at him for a moment as if he was mad. She studied his face, trying to figure out if he was joking, which, she figured, he wasn't. 

"Come on, love. It's got to be better than standing in those heels," he told her, repositioning himself once more as he waited for her to take the invitation. 

"You're right. Looks rather comfortable, if I'm being honest," she chuckled lightly, walking over to the man in the armchair. She liked the idea of playing his little game. 

Elise stood in front of him with her hands rested at her sides, looking down at the handsome man. His gaze caught hers and he placed his hands on her waist, pulling her down onto his lap gently. She squealed quietly as her dress bounced up in the slightest before falling at her knees again, the sudden coolness of the air leaving goosebumps along her thighs.

She was sat perfectly on Roger's lap, her back half against his chest, half against the side of the armchair. His arm was snaked around her waist and she squirmed, trying to get into the most comfortable position. Roger groaned under his breath, hoping that the woman on top of him wouldn't notice.

"What makes you so willing to have me sit on your lap? It mustn't be the most comfortable of things," Elise questioned, her head turned just enough to make it easier for her to look at him.

She studied him once more, this time taking in his features. She trailed her soft brown eyes around his face, looking at the way his pink lips formed, the way the tip of his nose faintly moved as he spoke, and how bright his eyes were. He looked like a prince out of a storybook, she thought, except she'd never seen a prince with hair as gorgeous as his.

"It's more comfortable than you standing in your heels has to be. Kind of like this, you on my lap and all," he told her, a smirk painted on his face.

"See you've found someplace to sit," John said, causing Elise's attention to turn to him.

She laughed. "It's very comfortable." 

"Don't get too cosy," Brian said, laughing, "he bites."

Elise looked at Roger, causing the three men on the sofa to chuckle. Roger winked at her. "I do."

"Who's to say that she wouldn't enjoy that?" Freddie asked, playing with a small strand of John's hair. Elise nearly choked on her air.

"I'm not nearly drunk enough for that, sorry Freddie," she told him, resting her arm around Roger's shoulders. 

Roger leaned in, his lips lingering near her ear. "'S that all I've gotta do to get you in bed? Get you drunk?" 

Elise shivered and looked at him with hooded eyes. "Never said that," she replied. "Said you'd have to get me drunk to bite me." 

"What if I'd like to bite you?" he asked, his grip on her waist tightening. 

If there was one thing Elise was the best at, it was teasing. Only she and John knew that she couldn't get drunk off of whiskey on its own, and that was all she'd be drinking that night.

"Then you're going to have to try and bite me," she said with a wink. "Brian! You're an astrophysicist, yeah?"

"You really do talk about us," Brian chuckled, elbowing John in the side playfully. He shrugged. "Yeah, I am, why?"

"Oh, 's nothin'. I've always been interested in constellations, never had anyone to look at them with," Elise told him, feeling Roger's fingers dig into her skin, barely enough to cause her any discomfort. 

"I could show you them one day if you'd like!" he smiled brightly. 

"Would you? That'd be so nice," she said. "John never mentioned how welcoming you three are." 

"Elise, the three of them are very welcoming." John's voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spoke, causing each of them to laugh. 

It became quiet soon after, yet it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. Everyone felt at peace, and Elise could've sworn she could still hear their hearts racing from the adrenaline rush they got after the show. Her fingers absentmindedly began to play with Roger's hair, relishing in the softness of it.

"Drinks, anyone?" Freddie asked, standing up after he had regained his breath completely. "Something tells me we all need to get completely fucked." 

"Sounds perfect, right now," Roger said, lifting Elise off of his lap lightly. She smoothed out her dress and turned back to him, holding out a hand to help him up. He took it graciously and stood up, not moving for a few moments.

When Roger was sure that the rest of the band was out by the bar, his hands fell back on Elise's hips. He pulled her as close as he could to himself and snaked an arm around her waist, his free hand coming up to her cheek.  

There was something about the way she leaned into his touch that drove him insane. He didn't understand the feelings that ran through him as he dragged his thumb over her bottom lip, electricity sparking throughout his hand. 

Roger bent down, his lips ghosting over hers. He was waiting for her permission. Elise's hand came up to his neck, fingers tangling faintly in his hair, keeping him in place as she closed the gap. Roger's lips were soft against hers, and they tasted like cigarette smoke while hers tasted like whiskey. 

It felt like a fire ignited in Elise as their lips connected. All time had stopped; it was just them, there, in that perfect moment. Roger's lips moved gracefully with hers, his arm never leaving her waist. When they pulled away for air, something felt different. 

Roger knew then that she wasn't going to be just a one night stand. She wasn't like the rest of his groupies. He had felt something with her.

"You're a very good kisser," Elise said out loud, almost immediately regretting it. Roger smirked and dropped his hand from her cheek. 

"Just wait until you see what I'm like in bed."

"'S that a threat, or a promise?" she asked, turning away to walk out of the door.

"A promise, love," he said, following quickly behind. Elise chuckled and reached for his hand, pulling him through the crowd of sweaty bodies. 

"What's taken you two so long?" Brian asked as Elise and Roger finally made it to the bar.

"Had to fix the strap on my heel, is all. Couldn't get it clasped properly," Elise told him, settling down on a barstool beside John. Roger sat on the other side of her and John looked at her, making sure she was alright.

"Oh, okay," Brian replied. John bit the inside of his cheek, full-well knowing that that wasn't the case. He thought back to what Veronica said and reminded himself to make a point of talking to Roger before the night was over. 

"Lovie!" Freddie squeaked, wrapping his arms around the girl once he got back from the bathroom. "What do you drink?"

"Whiskey, dear," she smiled, leaning into his touch. 

"Wanna play a game?" he asked, taking his seat beside Brian once more. Elise looked at John as if to ask if he was going to kill her, and he just laughed, shrugging. 

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

"Course not, darling! It's a little game I like to call 'who can down the most shots'," he laughed, almost sinisterly.

Elise looked at the rest of the boys momentarily. Her eyes lingered on Roger, a faint smirk on his face. She could do this. 

"Bring it on."

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