speechless | roger taylor

nineteen

Elise woke up the next day tangled in Roger's sheets, his arms draped over her protectively. She smiled to herself as she lightly rolled over to face him, trying her best not to accidentally wake him.

Memories of the day before flooded through her mind as she watched the blonde man sleep peacefully in front of her, soft snores falling from his slightly open mouth. Her fingers came up to the necklace that rested lightly on her collarbones and she smiled as she felt it under her touch.

She rolled over onto her back once more and looked up at the ceiling with an everlasting smile on her face. Roger's arm was still lightly laid upon her bare stomach as he stirred, slightly beginning to wake up. He blinked thrice in a weak attempt at adjusting to the light from the light outside. The sun wasn't out as there were too many storm clouds but it was still considerably light in his bedroom compared to the light it had when they had fallen asleep the night prior.

"Good morning, smiley," Roger said, his voice hoarse and still drunken with sleep. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

Elise rolled over for the third time that morning and faced him one more, her fingers coming up to tangle themselves in his long golden locks. "Just...everything, you know? Yesterday was the best day of my life, and I'm just thinking of it."

He leaned forward a little, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her lips. "It was the best day of mine as well. I get to have you all to myself, now," he told her, chuckling. He pulled her in closer and nuzzled his face in her neck, his arms holding her as close as humanly possible.

"As if I wanted anyone else since the day I met you," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. A faint shiver crawled up her spine and she whined, the cold air hitting her harder than she'd expected. It was the first of August, but it felt as if it was the middle of December.

"Cold?" Roger asked, his voice sending small vibrations through her body.

"A little," she replied. He pulled away from her for a quick moment to retrieve his comforter from the end of the bed, pulling it up over the two of them. She smiled and held herself close to her boyfriend, enveloping herself in his warmth.

"Do you want breakfast?" Roger's breath was hot on her cold skin as he spoke, peppering the skin of her collarbones in light kisses. There were purple marks scattered across her entire body, some covering her neck, collarbones, and a small trail leading down to her core. She had a small mark on the insides of each of her thighs and reminded herself that she had to be careful with what she wore.

"I'd love some," she said, suddenly realising how hungry she actually was. "D'you reckon we could share a smoke? Haven't had one in a while, and I like sharing."

Roger chuckled. "Of course, darling." He slid himself out from under his covers and pulled out a fresh pair of boxers from his drawer. Elise couldn't help but stare at his backside dreamily while he slid the fabric over his body. "Like what you see?"

"Oh, yes. Very much," she giggled, making her own way out of bed. She rummaged through her once neatly packed bag, trying to find something to wear. Happily, she pulled out a pair of plain blue knickers and a simple white sundress. 

He walked over to his girlfriend and snaked his arms around her bare waist, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Rog, what're you up to?"

"Enjoying the view," he whispered shamelessly, running the tips of his fingers along the small stretchmarks that decorated her lower stomach. She shivered and looked down at his hands, a feeling of insecurity pulsing through her veins. "Love, what's wrong?" 

Roger turned her around and placed two fingers under her chin, making her look into his eyes. He was met by sadness and his heart broke at the sight of insecurity in her eyes. She opened her mouth as if to speak but nothing came out for a few moments except a sigh.

"Why me?" 

He looked at her, stunned. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you choose me?" She'd been trying to knock off the insecurities all night but she felt sick to her stomach hiding it from him. "I'm not skinny, I'm not blonde and funny, I'm nothing like anyone you could get. Why'd you choose me?"

His grip loosened on her waist for a moment. He wasn't aware of Elise's insecurities—if he'd have known, he'd have worshipped her the way he wanted to the night prior. The only thing that stopped him was his fear of stepping over some invisible line and making her uncomfortable.

"Elise," he whispered, holding her tighter. "You're so much better than anyone "I could get". You're more than I deserve and if I'm gonna be honest here, I should be the one asking you why you said yes. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, and not to mention the only one that can make me laugh so hard that my ribs hurt. There's no one else I'd rather be with."

Elise looked up at him and smiled for a moment, her skin tingling under his touch. "You're not just saying that?"

"I promise you, I'm not just saying that. You were always more than a one night stand—you left me speechless from the moment I laid eyes on you." 

Her cheeks heated up and she giggled softly, standing on her tiptoes. She closed the gap between the two of them and felt his lips mould to hers perfectly, his left hand on her waist while his right slowly trailed down to her ass, resting on it for a moment before giving it a small spank as he pulled away. A moan was drawn from her mouth and he looked at her, his eyebrows raised.

"Naughty girl, are you now?" he asked cheekily. 

"Never said I was good, did I?" she laughed, turning out of his grip and picking up her knickers once more. 

Elise bent down as slowly as she possibly could, just to tease him, and stepped through the holes of the blue undergarment. He could tell what she was doing and he moved forward, snapping his hips to hers so she could feel his erection through his boxers. She turned back to look at him and he winked before spanking her backside once more.

She let out a louder whine and backed her hips into his before standing up again, pulling her knickers over her now soaked core. She turned back and her eyes were immediately met with Roger's darkened ones, a smirk playing on her face.

"Tease," he said, his voice deeper than usual. "See what you do to me?" He took Elise's hand in his and placed it over the growing bulge in his boxers.

"'S just the start of what you signed up for, baby. Now, I do believe you owe me some breakfast, hmm?" Elise smiled, pulling her dress over her head and settling it around her body before walking out of his bedroom and into the kitchen, swaying her hips a bit more than she regularly would've.

"Oh," Roger smirked to himself, watching as the brunette pulled a cigarette from his package on the counter and placing it between her lips. She searched the kitchen for a lighter, making her way over to it the moment her eyes landed on it. She lit up her smoke and inhaled deeply, happy as the nicotine filled her lungs. 

Roger caught Elise's gaze and she winked playfully, taking the smoke from her lips and exhaling the smoke that filled every inch of her lungs.

"You're definitely in for it today, sweetheart."

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