speechless | roger taylor

five

Elise woke the next morning to the sun shining through Roger's windows, his blinds only half closed. She was tangled in his white sheets, her honey brown hair spread out on his pillows. She opened her eyes slowly and was met by Roger laying in front of him, his head propped up on his hand, his elbow digging into one of his many pillows.

"Good morning," he said quietly, draping his free arm over her waist. She snuggled in close, not wanting to leave the warmth of his embrace and his sheets. 

"Morning," she replied groggily, rubbing at her eyes. "What time is it?" 

"'S nearly eleven, I think?" Roger told her, looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table briefly. 

"Were you watching me sleep?" Elise asked, moving to tangle her legs with his. There was a dull ache between her legs and she smiled fondly at the memories of last night.

"You just looked so peaceful. Couldn't help myself."

Elise chuckled and closed her eyes, not necessarily because she was tired, but more because she was scared that if she'd have her eyes open long enough, she'd wake up and it would all be a dream. 

Roger's fingers were tracing small circles on her hip, the feel of her soft skin driving him nearly mad. He was confused; he'd never wanted to stay in bed with a girl before. He'd never wanted to hold anyone like he was in that moment. 

He couldn't quite figure out why she had made his feelings change.

"Are you coming to the studio with me?" he asked, still looking at the small girl in front of him. 

"If you want me to, sure," Elise smiled, opening her eyes once more. Roger untangled himself from his sheets and her embrace and stood up, making his way over to his closet and pulling out a fresh pair of boxers, all the while Elise was staring at his bum. "You have a nice arse," she said.

"As do you," he smirked, looking back. He rummaged through his closet quickly and pulled out one of his older jumpers for Elise. "Here," he said, handing her it. 

Elise graciously took his jumper and slid it over her head before planting her feet on the floor, standing up. His jumper was long enough to cover most of her extremities, except for the bottom of her bum. She made her way over to the end of his bed and picked up her knickers, slipping them on before joining Roger in the kitchen.

"Do you want some tea?" Roger asked, standing at the counter with his back towards Elise as he put his kettle on the stove. 

"Please," she replied, smiling as she walked over to him. "What time do we have to be at the studio?"

"About twelve." 

"Roger!" she squealed, scowling and hitting him across the shoulder once she was beside him. "That's in like, twenty minutes!" 

"We're not going to make it if you continue to walk around looking like that," Roger said, turning to face the girl. There was something about the way she looked in his clothes that drove him insane, especially with her hair as messy as it was.

"Why's that?" she asked, worried that she looked bad.

"Because, the things that I want to do to you right now would take me longer than twenty minutes." 

Elise's mouth dropped and she let out an involuntary whine, looking up at him with innocent eyes as she tried to come up with a response. Roger chuckled and turned back to the kettle on the stove. "I've got a pair of joggers in my closet that'd fit you, sweets. Go try them on, yeah?"

She nodded and as she turned around to leave, Roger smacked her barely covered ass playfully. He let out a small chuckle as she squealed, jumping a little bit.