I am the Drummer's girl.... Final and completed

A Kind of Magic FINAL VERSION

He kept his word, even thought at first I did not believe him, of course. 

Roger asked for my Phone number, and he promised me once again, before he left that night, to come back for me. He sighed apologetically after that final kiss before leaving, which made me chuckle a bit, again because I did not believe I would be seeing him ever again. I don't know what made me so suspicious. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I could not believe that someone als famous and important as Roger Taylor would ever look at me twice, or even be remotely interested in me. Or maybe it was his reputation? After all, Roger wasn't exactly known for his fidelity.

Whatever it was, I dared not hoping for anything else than the memories of that magical night we had spent. Did I regret it? Absolutely not! I had loved and enjoyed every second of it. And losing my virginity to someone as amazing, experienced and skilled as Roger? Well, you could most definitely say that things could be worse. I made myself a promise I would cherish that moment forever, never regret it and never feel bad about it. 

 So, you could say I was really surprised that I received a Phone call from Roger, two days after our first night together. "Hello?" I picked up my Phone. "Hey, it's me" I heard. I recognised his voice immediately, it was him. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my cheeks turn red. "H-Hey Rog... what a surprise!" I exclaimed. I heard him laugh softly "Is it now? I promised to call you, didn't I?" I felt my face heat up even more. When I failed to answer him, he laughed again "You thought I was just saying it, but wouldn't call you, am I right?" I couldn't help but feel ashamed."I'm sorry Roger, I-I.... guess I did". "It's alright I think. Though I do feel offended a bit". He joked. "I'm genuinly sorry Rog..." I started, but he interrupted me "Oh, you can apologize later, and I think I know exactly how... " he said in a low voice that made me tremble, and gave me the funniest, yet most amazing feeling in between my legs. "Are you free tonight?" "Yes, I am" I whispered. "I'm going to be over in about ten" I heard him say before he hung up the Phone. 

I checked myself in the bathroom mirror for the last time before I could hear a short knock on my front door. I hurried myself to open it, and when I did, my heart skipped a beat. He looked even more handsome than before, in his light blue jeans, his plain white t-shirt and black leather jacket. I gasped for air. "Hello Rog" I semi-whispered, before I stepped aside to let him in. He walked passed me, kicked my front door shut and pinned me against it, before kissing me, passionately and rough. After what seemed to be hours, but were in fact only seconds, he pulled away and whispered under his breath "God, I missed you", before kissing me again. 

I don't know exactly how long we just stood there, making out like two love-drunk teenagers, but after a while, I pulled back because I was out of breath. I chuckled "Are you trying to kill me, Taylor?" and I grabbed his leather jacket. "Hmmmm..." he hummed "No, of course not, but I just can't get enough of you, and I want to taste you, feel you, lick you, eat you" his voice was low, thick and full of lust. "I really missed you, you have been on my mind all the time, I just had to see you Anna... you have no idea what you are doing to me". I gulped "I-I've missed you too, Rog... more than you will probably know..." I blushed. "Is that so?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow.  "How come?" "I guess I like what we did... and I like you" I shrugged, my face still crimson red. "Well, I'm here now, so why don't we make tonight count?" he wiggled his eyebrows, making me laugh. 

.......

After our passionate love-making, that went on for hours and hours, we both remained silent. My head was on Roger's chest, and I could hear his heart beating fast. I absentmindedly was playing with the few hairs he had on his chest, and he was stroking my hair gently. At that exact moment, it felt like pure bliss. But I also knew that what we were doing, wasn't exactly the conventional way of dating, or being in a relationship. And to be honest, what were "we" exactly? Was this a matter of pure lust, his enormous sex drive, or....? I guess that Roger could hear me think about all those things, because after a while, he was the first to speak.

"You probably are thinking I'm the biggest asshole ever" he huffed. I looked up from his chest, staring directly into his ocean blue eyes. "Why would I think that?" I answered him truthfully, slightly confused on what he meant. "Well, I told you I have a girlfriend. I still do. And still, here I am, lying in bed with an amazingly attractive, beautiful girl, who clearly doesn't deserve all of this" He sighed. 

I propped myself up on my elbows. "Rog.... I-I don't know exactly what to say really. Yeah, you're probably right that this is all very, very.... confusing... to say the least" I ran my hand through my long, blonde hair. "But...." I continued before Roger could interrupt me "But all I can tell you is that I was there too, you know. I didn't stop you, nor did I tell you to sod off, now did I?" I playfully slapped his arm. Roger gave me a confused look, as if he didn't know how to react, but was thinking about what I had just said. "Look Roger.... I cannot deny that I like you, and that I love spending this "special" time with you, and yes, I wish there would be a possibility for "us"" - I motioned between the two of us "to have a chance of getting to know each other. But... I do understand that this isn't a scenario that's likely going to happen. So I do understand if this is it. And that this is the last time we will ever see each other." I looked away, afraid of how he would react to me. 

"Anna.... I-I... thank you. That was beautifully said" Roger said after some time. He held me close to his chest. "Thing is...." he sighed into my hair "That I don't want to lose you. Even though we've just seen each other three times now.... there's something about you, you know?  It's magic" He smiled at me when I finally managed to look him in the eyes. Was he joking? 

"I don't get it" I shook my head "I'm... nobody. I'm not famous, not a model, why me?" "Because you are you" He chuckled. "You are full of energy, full of this briljant... zest.... I wish I could explain, but you're what I need right now, if that makes sense?" I shook my head once again. "I am afraid I'm not quite following you, but then again, this whole situation is out of the ordinary, and maybe it's for the best if I don't try to understand it anymore". "Maybe it is" Roger mumbled into my hair.

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And so it started. 

I started seeing Roger on a regular basis. As exiting as it felt, secretly "dating" one of the most attractive looking men in the whole universe, it was quite odd as well. I had no possibilities of contacting him, he would call me when he wanted to see me. We never went out, because that would attract nosy papparazzi, and we definitely did not want that. We weren't a couple, but we still did the things couples do. It was a confusing situation. Yes, I felt terribly guilty, but on the other hand, Roger was like a drug to me - one that was highly addictive, and one I wasn't prepared to give up on - just yet. I got sucked into a world, where I fell more and more in love with a man I could never have. Or could I?