Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter One

You and Roger were propped up in bed against a number of pillows, watching the television and sharing a large bowl of popcorn. You could tell it was late judging by the glaring darkness outside when you glanced out the window.

You reached for another handful of popcorn. The bowl was already half empty and you'd just gone to make it no more than five minutes ago, "Roger, you're eating all the popcorn!" You squeaked and Roger shushed you, his eyes glued to the screen.

He put one finger to his lips to silence you before he hissed, "Shut up, it's just getting to the good part!"

"Stop it! You're getting crumbs all over my bed!" You playfully slapped his arm, making him drop his handful of popcorn before he could get it into his mouth.

Roger turned and looked at you as he grabbed yet another handful and threw it at you.
You squealed and held your arms up to block yourself from the popcorn he'd thrown, "Stop it Rog! That's it! No more popcorn for you!"

You grabbed the bowl and set it over on the nightstand.

"Oh, no fucking way! You don't just get to hog the whole bowl then!" He yelled and tackled you, wrestling with you on the bed, "we were sharing, you ass!"

You giggled adorably when Roger started to tickle you, "oh! R-Roger stop! Stop!!" You howled with laughter, his fingers digging into your sides as he tickled you. You were pinned to the bed beneath his body and you had no chance of escape. He finally relented when you had laughed so hard that you'd gotten tears in your eyes and he instead grabbed the popcorn bowl.

"I'll be taking that, thank you." He settled back in, this time with the bowl on his lap. He pointed at the screen, "now, watch the movie."

You were still gasping for breath. You sighed and snuggled up beside him, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl, "it's late though. Shouldn't we be getting to sleep?"

Roger shrugged, "if you fall asleep, I'll tickle you awake."

You looked up at him and he was smirking, "you wouldn't."

Roger laughed, "you're right, I wouldn't," he patted his chest, "you're welcome to get comfortable if you're tired."

You yawned and laid your head on his chest as you watched the movie, "thanks, Rog."

"Don't thank me. It's just what friends are for."

***

You had fallen asleep, just as Roger expected. You were cuddled up against his side with your head resting on his left arm. In between watching the movie, he'd glance down at you, just to make sure you still seemed comfortable.

You moaned and shifted closer to him, your arm draping across his middle. You pressed your face into his chest and caught his attention with your gentle nuzzling. He reached down and petted your hair as he listened to your soft snores.

He was a bit more focused on you rather than the movie now that you were practically on top of him. It was a bit awkward for him, since the two of you had only been just friends for the longest time. Three years, actually.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want to move and accidentally wake you (at least, that's how he rationalized it), so he put his arms around you and gently moved you off to his side again. He tucked a pillow under your head and patted your side, "there we go. That's more comfortable, right?"