speechless | roger taylor

seventeen

Elise spent most of the day lounging around with Freddie, Brian, John and Roger. They'd eaten most of the cupcakes by lunch, spending the rest of the day whining about how full they were. Much to John's dismay, she had opened the photo album he'd gotten her and placed it in the middle of the floor in Roger's lounge, the five of them sat around it as if it was a fire.

She was telling them the stories behind each photo, their laughter filling the room. Elise had to admit—it had been the best birthday she'd ever had. Brian was telling her stories and memories of John that she'd never heard before while Freddie had been telling her stories of Roger and how he'd once got angry at one of their gigs because the power had gone out, and how he threw his drumkit across the stage, nearly hitting Freddie in the back of the head.

Elise laughed at that. She'd never thought that drums were that easy to pick up and just toss wherever one would like, but then again, she didn't know that much about drums. She only knew how heavy John's bass was, and man, that was the heaviest thing she'd ever held in her hands.

It was nearly seven p.m. when the boys had left, leaving Elise alone in her pyjamas with a still very much dressed up Roger. She shut the door behind the boys after waving goodbye, leaning on it with her back turned against it, resting her head. She closed her eyes and stood with a dreamy smile on her face as she went over the events that had happened over the day. 

Roger stood in front of her, watching as she smiled to herself. "I do believe I promised you another present," he told her softly, holding out his hand for her to grasp. She smiled and took his hand, letting him lead her into his bedroom.

"Don't tell me you did get me a giraffe," she laughed as he sat her down on his bed, placing her hands over her eyes. 

"I promise you, it's not a giraffe," Roger replied, making sure she couldn't see. She crossed her legs and kept her hands over her eyes, waiting for his okay to look. 

He strolled around the room slowly, turning on the few lamps he had and shutting off the overhead light, leaving a dim look in the room. He wanted to make everything as perfect as he could for Elise. 

He rummaged through one of the drawers in his dresser, pulling a small box from a pair of his boxers. He'd been hiding it there since before they'd left for her parents' house and luckily Elise hadn't found it while she'd been trying to find his pyjama drawer. 

Brian had planted the idea of the night in his head as a joke one night when they were drunk, and he'd been the only one that knew what his plan was for her. At first, Brian thought he'd been joking as they came up with it when they were absolutely shitfaced, but once he realised that Roger was serious, he helped as much as he could.

"Did you run away on me?" Elise asked jokingly, her hands clammy from being held to her eyes for so long. 

"No," Roger said, "I'm still here. Just a few more moments, yeah?" 

"Okay," she replied, her voice small. 

Roger opened the box to make sure it hadn't been accidentally broken or anything, and smiled at the look of it. He hoped that Elise would like it as much as he thought she might. He gave one last quick look around the bedroom, making sure everything was exactly the way he wanted it to be.

He wasn't one for grand gestures—everybody that knew him knew that. He'd never been a big fan of surprises, but maybe that was because he hadn't had the best childhood and whenever he received a surprise, it wasn't what one thought of when they thought of surprises. 

He knew Elise needed something to cheer her up, though, which is why he was trying to make everything as perfect as he could. It might not have been much but he hoped that she'd appreciate it, as it'd taken him a lot to plan it all out without accidentally spilling anything to her or the rest of the band.

Roger approached Elise slowly, the box trembling in his hands. He dropped to his knees in front of her and opened the box once more, taking a deep breath. "You can look, now."

When Elise opened her eyes, she was met by a shaky Roger holding out the box. His eyes were somewhat glossed over and the box wasn't steady in his hands—she could tell he was scared. Her gaze drifted towards the item laying in the box and her hand immediately clasped over her mouth, an almost broken sob falling from her lips.

Inside the box was a plain gold necklace with a small blue diamond lying in the middle of it. It was one she recognized, one she'd been looking at every time she'd pass the jewellery store by the studio they recorded in. She had wanted to buy it for herself for an early birthday present, but it was way too expensive for her wallet. 

"Roger..." she whispered, trailing off. 

"From the day I laid eyes on you, you've been driving me insane. I don't know what it was about you—what it is about you, but you've always got me on my toes. You've always got me laughing at something or learning something new. There's never been a dull moment in my life since I've met you, and I'm so fucking thankful for you."

"I know I don't have the best track record with girls. There's no doubt in my mind that you've read the constant newspaper articles about how I've always got a different girl on my arm every time I'm out. I haven't let a single girl touch me since I've met you. There's just something so...different about you. The thought of anyone touching me in any way that isn't you drives me insane. It makes my skin crawl, even."

"I don't want anybody, except for you. So, as cheesy as this is, would you be my girlfriend?" Roger finished, exhaling deeply. 

By that time, Elise had tears openly pouring down her face, falling onto her hand. They weren't exactly tears of sadness—quite the opposite, really. She'd never thought in a million years that Roger would go for someone like her. She was a nobody while he was the most handsome drummer of their time. 

Elise gulped, removing her hand from her mouth. "Yes," she croaked out, standing up as he did. "Yes." 

Roger placed the box down gently on the bedside table before picking Elise up by the waist, hugging her close to him and spinning her around. He was absolutely elated. As much as part of him felt that he was overdoing it, he was afraid that she'd turn him down. 

Roger had never been one for relationships; not that Elise knew that, though. He'd asked out one girl in the past ten years and she'd broken his heart. Maybe that was why he was so afraid of commitment. It didn't matter anymore, though, because he vowed to himself that he'd do everything in his realm of possibility to keep her as close to him as he could.

He set Elise down on the ground before roughly pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was full of something Elise had never experienced before; it was full of passion, hunger, even. His lips meshed with hers perfectly and she let out a small whine as his hands held her waist tightly, afraid she'd slip through his fingers. 

Elise felt that their kiss lasted years, even if it had only lasted a few moments. She would've still been kissing him had their need for oxygen not gotten in the way, her forehead resting against his as they tried to fill their lungs with oxygen once more.

Elise's hand came up to his cheek, stroking it softly as she sighed happily. "Could you put the necklace on me, please?" 

Roger nodded and took the necklace from the box it was in, holding it up to make sure he had it facing the wrong way. Elise moved her hair up so that he had easy access to her neck, placing it softly on her skin, clasping it behind her head as gently as he could. She let her hair down to one side and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. 

A moan slipped from her lips as his mouth found her sweet spot easily. Roger was done for right then, spinning her around in his grip and moving her up against the wall near his bed. His lips found hers once more and his knee finding its place between her thighs.

"Tell me if you don't want this," he mumbled, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across her jaw, slowly making his way down her neck.

"I want this," she whined. "I want this more than I've wanted anything in my life, Roger."

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[ wOOO FUCKING HOO he did it! i've been writing so much today my wrists have indents of my laptop ]