I'll Follow You Through the Dark (Roger Taylor Fan Fic)

But I like you: part 2

*SMUT ALERT*

*Roger's POV*

I sat behind my drum kit, surveying the crowd for Y/N. She was nowhere to be found, and suddenly I grew nervous that I was actually going to have to keep my word about going to her flat later. Brian, John, and Freddie took one last drink of their cups and prepared for the first song, keep yourself alive. That's when I saw a pretty little Y/H/C haired woman make her way to the dance floor with Mary. It was Y/N. Her tight little number she had on distracted me for way too long. 

"Ready Rog? I've been trying to get your attention for a minute now!" Freddie snapped.

"Oi, uh. Yeah mate, I'm sorry, I'm good." I grew bright red in embarrassment. 

*Your POV*

I had made it into the crowded pub just in time for the band to start. I pushed through the many bodies on the dance floor until I stumbled upon Mary. Mary looked quite dashing in her jacket with the faux fur lining, and her black high waisted jeans.

"Oh my Y/N! You look stunning!" She gushed.

I giggled, "No that's all you, Mary!"

"Hey, Roger seems to think so too, he hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you walked in," she nudged my shoulder to look at him. 

There he was, staring at me again. I blew him a kiss, and laughed when Freddie yelled at him for his attention. I wish I was this bold when I was face to face with him, but when he's inches away from me I melt in his hands. The music started playing and Mary and I danced the whole night. Occasionally catching the attention of both Freddie and Roger. Deaky knew what I was doing, and just rolled his eyes, then smiled at me. Brian had his eyes on someone else the whole night, Mary and I just couldn't figure out who. 

**

The boys cleared the stage of their equipment, as I took a cigarette from my pocket and leaned up against the cold brick wall. Mary had rushed to find Freddie as he was always done cleaning up first. I had looked at the now clearing out bar for Roger, or Deaky. Deaky was once again flirting with the ladies, as they surrounded him. I spotted Roger at the other end of the stage, trying to escape the grasps of Cheryl, who was pleading for him to come back to her flat with her.

"No, Cheryl, leave me alone. I don't want to spend the night with you, let go of me!"

"Please Rog, what has gotten into you? You never had a problem coming back before!" She was growing frustrated.

"Cheryl, nothing is happening between us, it was just good fun sex. Now that's over," he ripped his arm from her grip and pushed through the people left on the dance floor and straight to the bar. 

I decided to let him get a breather before I attempted to talk to him. I went outside for a smoke, placing the cigarette between my lips, and lighting it. As I was minding my own business, a young, broad, dark haired man approached me, "How are you doing tonight love?" 

I knew he was trying to flirt as he placed one of his grimy hands on my waist. 

"Look, please don't touch me." I backed up against the wall, until I couldn't escape him anymore. 

"What, you don't like the attention? The way you're dressed says otherwise, sexy little thing." He took a step closer to me. 

"Hey asshole, get away from her! She wants to be left alone." A blonde came from the pub back door. 

"Y/N, come here love." I recognized it was Roger, and I pushed past the man running to him.

He brought me into an embrace, and kissed my forehead. The smell of alcohol and his cologne took over me, and I immediately felt safe. 

"Y/N, let's get you home." Roger mumbled to me

"Actually, Rog, can I crash at your flat tonight? I'll feel safer, and I saw Deaky leave with someone. I don't wanna deal with that tonight."

"Of course love, you're always welcome." He smiled, and wrapped his coat around me.

**

We arrived to his flat, after a mostly silent car ride. He parked behind the building, and walked around to open the car door.

"Rog, I like you. I want you, I might sound crazy right now, but I don't care."  I blurted out. 

He looked stunned, and didn't say anything at first. 

"Roger, I know you have Cheryl, and all those other attractive women around but--"

"But, I like you." He cut me off. 

He reached for my hand, and pulled me out of his car. "Come on love, let's get you inside, it's cold."

I felt the growing need to kiss him, to feel his hands all over me. He reached in his pocket for his keys and unlocked the door, opening it to a surprisingly tighty apartment. I closed the door behind me, and leaned up against the door. "Rog, wait." I begged. He turned to face me, and I grabbed his face and crashed my lips onto his. He didn't resist, and his tongue broke the seal intertwining with mine. He grabbed my torso, lifting me into his hands, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

"Y/N, are you sure?"

"Rog-- just shut up and take me to your room." I moaned through the kisses.

Roger laid me down on his bed, and started to unbutton his shirt. I tugged my blouse over my head, revealing my black lace bra.

"My god, Y/N, you make me go crazy." He removed his pants and pulled at my skirt. I lifted my butt off of the bed so he could pull it off of me. Luckily, I had planned ahead and wore matching panties too.

"Fuckin' Minx," he whispered, as he situated himself between my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss.

"What do you want love?" He cockily smiled. 

I bucked my hips forward and let a moan escape my lips.

"Use your words love, I want to hear what you want," He commanded.

"You Rog, I want you."

"Good girl," he said has he pulled my panties down.

(** Not going into detail with the smut unless you guys want me too!!**)

Roger and I laid next to each other, in a breathy mess. 

"Y/N, I want you to know, this isn't all I want."

"Roger, I know. I can tell, that's why I initiated it. I was going for what I wanted," I giggled.

He turned to face me, pulling me to his chest. 

"Y/N, I'd follow you through the dark, blindly." he said as he moved the strands of hair off of my forehead, and placed a kiss. "I could do this everyday, laying next to you."

"Dido, Rog. dido." I placed a kiss on his collar bone, "Goodnight, Roger. Thanks for being there for me tonight," I said as I closed my eyes. 

He didn't respond, just traced his fingers on my bare back until we both fell asleep.

**Author's Note**

Hey, so I did some slight smut this chapter... Sorry not Sorry. If you want me to do more smut let me know, I don't necessarily want it to take away from the actual story, but I definitely want to include it! So let me know what you think of the story so far.