A Roger Taylor Collection

Roger Taylor - Sizzling Skin

Godalming, Surrey

"...cold front coming in later this evening, primarily affecting southeast England" The weatherman said over the radio in the kitchen, Roger was currently wiping down the counters after having cleaned around the house—he wanted it to be clean for when you got home from running errands all day in the big city, "An emergency storm warning has been released and issued for the area. Residents are advised to stay indoors and to expect multiple power outages that will last fo—"

All of a sudden, the radio turned to static and Roger frowned. He rested the towel he was using over his shoulder and went over to fiddle with the scanner to turn it back to listen. Being Roger, he got frustrated and hit it, "Paid all that money for shit," He said to himself. As it still didn't want to cooperate, and with his primary source of virtual patience being out of the house at the moment, the drummer sighed loudly and ripped the cord from the wall.

Roger lifted the box over his head and went to launch the useless thing across the room when a loud boom and the power promptly shutting down stopped him. Instead, he rolled his eyes and tossed it onto the counter, breaking the screen and standing in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips, "Great bloody timing"

He grunted choice words under his breath and sauntered toward the basement door, flinging it open and heavily walked down the creaky wooden steps toward the power box. Rog opened the small metal door and switched on his lighter to see the switches inside of it, he tentatively flipped the smaller breakers and then the main power switch—nothing happened.Now the power is out...great.

He made a disapproving sound and slammed the door shut, walked up the stairs and slammed the door shut. Well, first he needed to calm himself, his anger getting the better of him. Secondly, he would just have to make the most of it and do all that he can because the power will most likely not come back on—that loud boom was a blown transformer.

Then he got an idea, 'Candlelights...Fireplace' he thought to himself. He smirked, thinking in his head that he will most definitely get laid tonight if he turns this into a version of his positive. He knew how to seize the moment and be romantic; the both of you haven't been able to keep your hands off each other since he got back and had rough sex whenever you could, maybe this was his opportunity to take it slow and tender as you suggested a couple of days ago.

⏚——♱——⏚

Roger tossed more logs on the fireplace and used the poker to adjust them properly, not forgetting to put the gate in front of it. He lit candles scarcely around the house, finding that dimmer lights put you and him in the mood more than anything. Despite the fact that he broke the brand new radio he bought, the power went out and it was freezing cold outside, the man was surprisingly giddy to possibly be spending a romantic night with his girl.

That is if you ever get home.

You were supposed to be back an hour ago and he didn't even realize that you were late until he saw it was pitch black outside already. The fireplace is roaring as Roger was home all day after being back from touring for a while now—he was just settling in again. With the snowstorm outside just beginning to hit now, coming directly from London, he was starting to get worried about where the bloody hell his girlfriend was in this weather.

Although, his worrying didn't last long as he heard the front door open and close slowly downstairs. He was collecting blankets from around the house just in case it got cold in the dwelling. A goofy smile made its way on his face as he tossed the blankets on the bed and made his way downstairs from your shared bedroom just beside the staircase, he walked through the large mansion and toward the front foyer where you were.