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

The L Word

Months have passed since you officially became Roger's girlfriend. When you both went to the studio that following weekend, you made the news official. They were all ecstatic that Roger was finally changing his ways. As for you, they adored having you around, and Deaky came to terms with it a little slower than the others, but everything is okay now. 

"Darling, time to go home, time to wake up now," Fred shook me.

"M' what?" I murmured, trying to adjust my blurry vision to look around the dim lit studio. 

"Y/N, Roger went to start the car to take you home. We aren't done recording yet, but I know you have class and work tomorrow, so I suggested he take you home." Deaky piped up, as he sat in the corner taking a drag of his cigarette. I sat up from the couch, rubbing my eyes. "Uhuh, is that right?" I let a faint smile hang from my lips. 

"Ah, you're awake princess!" Roger hovered over me, putting his hands on my knees. I smiled, leaning up for a kiss. He cupped my face, kissed me, and held his hand out for me to take. "Come on love, lets go."

**

"Are you sure you can't stay the night, Rog?" I begged, as I stood in the doorway to my flat. 

"I have to finish recording, and Freddie wants me to sing in my falsetto tonight.. He's got some tricks up his sleeve, if I don't go back, they'll drive their bloody arses here and get me," he frowned, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. 

"Ugh Roger-" I whined, as he turned to walk away.

"Yes Lovie?"

"I love you," the words left my lips quicker than my mind could process what I had just said. 

Roger turned to face me once more, with a puzzling look plastered on his face. I shuffled back a couple steps into the flat, and started to close the door. I was so embarrassed, I'm an idiot I thought to myself.

Roger stuck his hand in the crevice of the door stopping me from closing it, and pushed it back open, stepping into the light of the doorway.

"Y/N, I've been wanting to say that to you, I love you too." a sigh of relief escaped his mouth. 

I sheepishly held the door a little wider, waiting to see what he was going to do.

"I guess I could stay for a little while, not too long though," he smiled, stepping inside the flat and placing his hands on my waist. I took a moment to myself to take in Roger's beauty. He was sculpted like a greek god, his cheekbones and jawline chiseled in the light. I lifted my fingers to lightly trace his cheek. 

"What are you doing love?" He blushed.

"Just admiring you, s'all," I gleamed.

His knees lowered, as he scooped me up and closed the door behind us. Our lips never pulled apart as he lead me to my bedroom. He gently threw me on the bed, and hovered over me, pushing my hair out of my face. 

"I love you, Y/N. I am in love with you, only you," He kissed my forehead and then lifted my shirt a little so my stomach was exposed, placing tiny pecks along my hips. 

"And I love you, Rog. But please- no teasing," I giggled.

"My apologies, lovie." He smirked, as he ripped my panties off in one swift motion. 

**

"'m sorry love, I have to be heading back to the studio now. They'll be questioning where I've gone," he whispered, as he tucked my hair behind my ear. 

"G'night Roger, stay the night tomorrow?" I gave him a pleading face. 

"Of course Y/N, I could even come back here tonight, how does that sound?"

"hm, yeah. Just have John let you in, then?" I leaned up on my elbows and kissed him goodbye. 

"Bloody hell, I don't want to leave you," he groaned as he got up from the bed slipping his t-shirt on. "Goodnight Y/N, I'll be back soon," 

I turned on my side and closed my eyes. 

**

"Shit-ouch, ow!" Roger yelled, as he stumbled in the dark.

"Jesus Rog, think you could be any louder?" I said with a hint of annoyance in my voice. 

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I stubbed my toe on your night stand," he said as he plopped down on the bed. 

"It's bloody 3 in the morning, Roger!" I turned to face him. 

"Shh shh shh, love, it's fine. Just try to go back to sleep," He slipped under the covers pulling me into his chest.

"Roger, you are so sweaty, did you run here?" 

"No, no, just bangin' me drums a little too hard," he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"What, jealous love? I can bang you a little harder too-"

"Rog! go to sleep." I playfully hit his chest.

"Good night, love you." he whispered.

"Love you too." 

Author's note

so much loving in one chapter lol, but not gonna lie I'm here for it... Still not gonna go into much detail with smut unless you guys want it... but sorry for the long update. :)