speechless | roger taylor

twenty one

"What's little Suzy Creamcheese doing here?" Paul asked as soon as Roger and Elise walked into the studio two days later, his arm protectively snaked around her waist. They had been laughing about something Elise said about his choice of pants.

She was right, though—Roger had chosen to wear a pair of tight, black leather pants and as much as she had to admit that he looked "damn sexy" in them, she knew he'd be whining by the time they got to the studio about how uncomfortable he was.

She looked up at him as she heard the words fall from Paul's mouth, too happy to let him get to her. "What's Suzy Creamcheese mean?"

"It's a snide way of saying you're the band's slut," he said, anger laced through his voice. She noticed him tense up and she stood on her tiptoes, letting her lips linger near his ear. 

"I'm only ever going to be a slut for you," she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. She giggled softly before setting herself down on her feet again, a blush rising to her cheeks. He quickly became flustered and she intertwined her fingers with his, looking back at Paul.

"Haven't you heard? You're stuck with me for the next however long we're at Ridge Farm." Her glare shot daggers at him as he tried to think of a comeback. 

Roger chuckled as he watched Paul become speechless, unable to think of something to say that'd hurt her as much as he wanted to. She shrugged and smiled up at Roger innocently, "shall we go find the boys?"

"Okay," he said, his voice nearly failing him. She walked with him through the studio and into the recording booth where they both knew the rest of the band was.

Elise was somewhat shocked at how much her confidence grew since she started seeing Roger. While she was still slightly shy around Freddie and Brian, she was so open around him and whenever he was near. She was playful and despite only knowing him for what most would call a short while, she knew just how to calm him down when he was visibly upset. 

"Hi, boys!" she said with a bright smile on her face as they made it into the recording booth. Freddie looked up from the piece of paper that he held in his hands and returned her smile, happy to see her.

"Elise! My love," he squealed, standing up from his place on his swivel chair. She let go of Roger's hand momentarily and giggled as Freddie's arms wrapped themselves around her waist. "I'm so glad you're coming with us."

"Gotta keep my man alive, you know?" she giggled, pulling away from the man. Her eyes dragged over the outfit he had on and she smiled brighter than she ever had. He was wearing a baby blue t-shirt and white flares, and he looked damn amazing. "You look beautiful, darling!"

"Don't I always?" he asked playfully, winking. She laughed and nodded, a sparkle in her eye.

"Why am I not getting any hugs?" Brian whined from across the studio, setting his guitar down beside him. 

"Hey, tree boy," she smiled, walking over to the man who was now stood up. She held out her arms and he laughed, bending down enough for the two of them to hug.

"Hello, shorty."

"Now that I've hugged you both, where's John?" Elise asked with a pout on her face.

"I'm here! I'm here!" 

Elise spent an hour socialising with the boys before Paul had burst into the recording booth, demanding that if they were planning on going to Ridge Farm, that they had to be in the cars in ten minutes flat.

She carried as many bags on her arms as she could, walking side by side with Roger to his car. He set down his bags and opened the boot, a small smile forming on his face as his eye caught hers. "Excited?" he asked while he lifted the few bags into the boot of his car.

"Completely ecstatic. I'm going to be stuck in a small ranch-like house with four blithering idiots for god knows how long," she joked, laughing. 

"We may be blithering idiots," John said, coming up from behind the two. "But you love us."

"That's true," Elise replied, turning around to face the younger boy. "I do." 

"Shall we get going, lovebirds?" Roger laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. 

"Oh, shut up, Rog."

-

The drive to Capel from London was about an hour and a half, and it had to have been the most boring hour and a half of Elise's life. She'd given up on reading the book Roger got her for her birthday about twenty minutes into the ride as the constant bumps were making it harder for her to focus on the words in front of her without gaining a headache. 

"You all right?" Roger asked lowly as the five of them made their way into the cottage-like house. His hand rested against the small of her back, sending electric-like shocks up her spine. 

"'M fine, dear. Just a headache, is all." 

Their small interaction was cut off by Paul leading the five of them up the stairs. "Now," he said. "This is your room, Freddie—biggest of all, of course."

Roger exchanged a glance with Elise and she rolled her eyes, clearly already done with his bullshit. Freddie smiled and went into the large bedroom, immediately flopping back on his bed. The group followed Paul across the hall to the second largest bedroom, a devilish smirk on the ugly man's face.

"This is your room, Brian. The bed's a bit squeaky," he said. The lanky man looked at John, Roger and Elise with a confused look adorned on his face, but he shrugged nonetheless, stepping into his bedroom.

Paul turned on his heel and pushed past Roger and Elise, making his way back down the stairs. Roger scoffed and looked at John, who had an annoyed expression on his face as well. They trailed behind him down to the hallway near the kitchen, Elise letting out a heavy sigh. 

"Here's your room, Deaky," he shrugged. 

"We'll meet you for dinner in an hour, yeah?" Roger asked his younger friend, his fingers absentmindedly tangling with his girlfriend's. 

"Okay," he smiled, giving Elise a quick side-hug before the two of them went off to find their room.

Paul led the couple into the basement, bending down to look into the small, cold room. "This is yours and Suzy Creamcheese's."

As fast as Paul had shown them their room, he was gone, leaving Elise and Roger to themselves in the barely big enough room. She walked down the stairs and shivered as the cold air surrounded the parts of her skin that her sundress wasn't covering. He stood behind her, a sad sigh coming from his lips as they looked around the room.

"We'll make the best of it, yeah?" Elise said, trying to make the best of the situation as she turned around to face him. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers tangling in the long locks of his golden hair.

"There's barely enough room on that bed for the two of us," he told her. "That damned Prenter. I'll kill him, I swear—!"

"Rog, calm down." Her voice was soft as she spoke, a hint of a smile tugging at her features. "Just means we'll have to be very close together. We can do this; don't let him win."

His hands flew to her waist and pulled her as close to him as he could, resting his forehead against hers. He hummed as he smiled, thoughts of how lucky he was flowing through his mind. "You're the best, Ellie."

She stood on her tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to his lips, electricity flying through the both of them at the small display of affection. She stood back on her flat feet and smiled brightly, her hands never leaving his hair.

"How'd I ever get so lucky?"

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[ kinda a filler! sorry ! ]