Queen oneshots

Come back to me : Maylor

Brian's POV:
This was the day, the day Roger was leaving. He had been recruited for war a few weeks ago, and didn't have any word in it. We tried to make the best of the remaining days we had left together, for he would be gone for a very long time. He wasn't awake yet, I was staring out of the window, it was raining today. Funny thing, it was sunny yesterday, that's how fast things can change- I don't even want to think about how fast they can change in war. One minute Rogers there and the next he's not. I let out a heavy sigh, trying my best not to cry. I didn't want Roger to feel worse than he already did, I had to be strong for him. I looked over at his sleeping body, so peaceful, so beautiful. I then turned my view to his bag, filled with everything he was taking with him. I let out a small whimper, trying to disperse of another bad thought. I decided to wake Roger up, I wanted to spend the most amount of time with him before he left, I needed to soak enough memories of him to last for the time he will be gone.

I tiptoed over to the bed, wanting to wake him in a pleasant way not abruptly from my loud footsteps. I crawled onto my side of the bed, taking a moment to admire his features. His blond hair that was flung over his pink cheeks, and his long dark eyelashes that covered his baby blue eyes. I would miss those eyes, the same eyes that made me fall in love with him in the first place.

I repositioned myself so that our lips where only inches apart before softly making contact. At first he didn't kiss back since he was still asleep, but after deepening it he kissed back. I pulled away and smiled at him, he grinned cheekily in reply.

"Morning." He smirked, his eyes half open.

"Good morning beautiful." I smiled stroking his cheek, causing him to blush.

"What time is it?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

"Time for you to get up, you have to leave soon." As much as I tried to prevent it my time of voice dropped, an my smile faded.

He looked down with sad eyes, his scrunched up his face as he always did when he tried to stop himself from crying. 
"Come here." He whispered, opening his arms for me.

I dived into them, his body heat making me instantly feel safe. He buried himself into me, his arms around my waist and his head resting in the crook of my neck.

"I don't wanna go." He sniffed.

"I don't want you to go either baby." I mumbled, kissing the top of his head. I proceeded to play with his hair, the locks slipping through my fingers.

"Can we stay in bed for a bit longer?" He pleaded, tightening his grip on my as if he was scared that I was going to leave.

"Of course, need to savour it." I smiled sadly, closing my eyes trying to forget all about what was going to happen in a few hours and get lost in the moment with Rog.

After probably about half an hour, we decided to get up. We got dressed, him in his uniform, he did look very handsome. The khaki green complemented his complexion, and who didn't love a man in uniform? I couldn't resist myself and pounced on him, causing us to topple over on the bed, me planting kisses on every part of his face I could. He giggled at my affection and once I stopped at up with an amused expression. "What was that for?" He laughed.

"Because your sexy." I shrugged, getting off the bed and making my way to the mirror.

He followed me and came up behind me, he pulled his hands around my waist and I stared in awe at the image of us together in the mirror.