speechless | roger taylor

seven

Elise stood in front of her mirror in her bathroom later that night, wearing only her pastel blue nightgown. Her fingers trailed over the hickeys that Roger had decorated her chest with, quietly reminding herself to wear something that wasn't completely low cut whenever she was out.

Roger had left her with a sufficient amount of hickeys across her chest and thighs, as she did with him as well. He had hickeys across his hips and one on his collarbone, which was easy enough to hide. He'd also left bruises on her hips the size of his fingertips which were barely noticeable, unless they had been looking for it.

Elise chuckled to herself as she exited her bathroom, shutting the light off on her way out. As she was starting to put water in her kettle, the sound of her telephone causing her to almost drop it. It was nearly nine in the evening, who could be calling her?

She set the kettle down on her counter and made her way over to the small table where her telephone was, taking a seat in the armchair beside it. She picked up the receiver and was immediately met by none other than Roger's voice.

"Roger?" she asked, her fingers absentmindedly twirling in the phone cord.

"You left marks on me," he said, his smile evident in his voice. Elise chuckled and crossed her legs, making herself comfortable.

"You left them on me, as well. Was admiring the fingerprints on my hips just now. How'd you get my number?"

"I'm very good friends with Deaky, if you haven't noticed," Roger smirked. "'M supposed to relay a message to you from Freddie."

Elise lit up at the mentioning of Freddie. She'd taken a liking to him. "What's that?"

"You're supposed to come to a party we're having tomorrow, and you can't decline. Freddie doesn't take no for an answer."

Elise sighed, not really up for a party. She shrugged nevertheless and hummed, "okay. What time?"

"We could go together if you'd like? We could meet at my flat and I could cook you some dinner before we go?" Roger asked. His cheeks were flushed as he spoke. Brian was sat across from him and was trying his hardest not to break out in laughter—he'd never seen Roger that flustered.

Elise smiled. "You can cook?"

"You wouldn't believe how good I am at it, sweets," Roger told her. She chuckled and Brian looked at him with his head tilted. He shrugged and Brian got up from where he was sat in front of the blonde boy, making his way into Roger's kitchen. "I make a mean lasagna."

Elise broke out laughing at his last comment. "I'll see you tomorrow, Rog."

"See you," he said before hanging up. His heart seemed to slow down once he got off the phone and he sat back, sighing. Brian came back into the room and handed him a mug of tea before sitting back down where he was sat only a few moments ago.

"I'm really fucked, Brian," Roger mumbled, setting his tea down beside the phone and reaching into his back pocket for his smokes. He slid one from his pack and held it up to his lips, lighting it before putting them back in his pocket.

"I've never seen you like that with a girl," Brian replied, taking a sip of his tea. "Not even with, what was her name, Eileen?"

"Yeah, and I thought that was going to be the last time I'd ever feel for a girl. Now Elise is here, and I don't know what to do."

"You can't screw this up, no matter what. Don't touch her until you're sure. John would never forgive you," he said.

"I don't want to hurt her," Roger sighed.