speechless | roger taylor

twenty two

"When's your birthday?" Elise asked. She was stood in front of the small mirror in the bathroom, brushing through her brown locks as Roger brushed his teeth beside her. The two had woken up the earliest which meant they had the bathroom to themselves, a rare occurrence while they were at the farm.

"Huh?" Roger replied, spitting the toothpaste out of his mouth. "What?"

"When's your birthday?" she repeated, attempting to tie her hair up into a ponytail as she spoke.

"It was the twenty-sixth," he told her, shrugging nonchalantly as he watched her jaw drop.

"That was the day before mine!" Elise scowled, a feeling of sadness bubbling up in her stomach. She hadn't known and it made her upset that she couldn't treat him as he treated her on her birthday.

"Sorry?" he said, though it came out like more of a question as he placed his toothbrush back with the rest of them. "Making you happy was all I needed for a birthday present, peaches."

The small grin on his face mixed with the pet name he used made Elise nearly forget what she was upset about in the first place, her knees nearly coming out from under her. It was moments like that that she hated the effect he had on her.

"Roger Taylor!" she whined, accentuating each syllable with a hit to his chest. He grunted and looked at her with his bright eyes, pouting.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Roger told her, his demeanour changing instantly when he noticed how upset she really was. He stepped closer to her and his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close. "I was so wrapped up in making sure you were okay and perfecting the plans for your birthday that I didn't even think about it."

"You did all that for my birthday, while all we did on yours was fight with my dad," she frowned. "You had to watch me cry for pretty much the whole day."

"Can you believe that even when you're all red-eyed and puffy-cheeked that you're still the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on?"

"Can I make it up to you?" she asked him, a bright red blush spreading across her cheeks as she looked up at the man in front of her.

"Of course, but you really don't have to," he said. "I did get the best birthday present of all, anyways."

"What was that?"

"You," he chuckled, the sound reverberating as vibrations in his chest. If she wasn't blushing before, she sure was now.

"You really are good with the women, aren't you?" she smiled. She stood up on her tip toes and rested her forehead against his, steadying herself by wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Shut up and kiss me, sugar," he said, moving down faintly to press his lips against hers before she could protest.

It felt as if time had stopped and the world was silenced as Roger's lips met hers. Her nimble fingers laced themselves into the small hairs at the back of his neck, keeping him as close as she could. He felt like electricity was flowing through him as he touched her, his hands roaming her waist.

Elise let out a small, involuntary gasp as his hand squeezed at her arse. He smirked against her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth, his fingertips pressing into her waist. Their tongues fought for dominance and though she knew he'd win, she liked to tease.

Once they pulled away, Roger was left breathless, his lips as red and bruised as Elise's. He smiled down at the shorter girl before scooping her up in his arms, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Her silky white nightdress began to bunch up at her thighs as he walked with her towards their bedroom in the basement, goosebumps decorating the patches of bare skin that weren't covered by Roger's large hands.