Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Six

"I saw the way he was looking at you."

Your gentle moan only served to encourage Roger as the two of you made out against your bedroom wall. He'd caught you here when you'd come in to change clothes and pushed you up against the wall. His sudden exertion of dominance frightened you at first, but then he'd begun to kiss you and your fear started to fade. "I'm not fucking stupid," he went on, "you are still mine, aren't you?"

He had pulled back, broken the kiss and now he stood there staring at you with wide, round eyes. You thought for a moment that there were tears welling up but decided not to address it. He looked sad in a way you'd never expected. But it was only just the night before that the two of you had addressed your feelings for each other. How could he not be terrified to lose you the day after? Roger was used to one night stands, but he never wanted that with you. He'd made that entirely clear. He loved you. You knew it to be true in your heart. And you loved him.

"I love you, Roger," you reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, "I'm yours. Always."

He turned his head and pecked the palm of your hand, causing a grin to break out on your face from the gentle kiss, "okay," he sighed, relief flooding his voice, "because I can't be here with you every waking moment."

He had started to grab a change of clothes out of your dresser drawers. He'd always kept several outfits at your place for when he'd sleep over.

You smiled fondly, "I know. And I want to be yours Roger. Truly. I do."

He smiled back, "I know you do," he sighed and headed for the door, "I'm going to shower. Deaky has the scrabble board set up in the living room. I thought you might play a few rounds with them while you wait for me."

"Okay!" You giggled gleefully. Scrabble games with all of them were always fun. Brian would usually put down an impossibly long word and Roger would end up flipping the board out of frustration, leaving the others shouting at him for having to start over.

Roger grinned back at you and left the room. He headed back down the hallway and you could hear the gentle click of the bathroom door as he shut it behind himself.

You quickly slipped into your fresh change of clothes and exited the bedroom. At the end of the hallway, you were met by Freddie. Your body tensed visibly and he seemed to notice, for he held his hands up innocently, "have you got any scissors, darling?" He asked and you had a questioning expression on your face until he explained himself, "I've got a bit of a predicament with my shirt here."

He pulled on a decently long thread hanging out of the side of his sweater, "I think one of John's rings caught it."

You nodded, "yeah. Come with me. I think there's a pair in the kitchen."

Freddie followed you to the kitchen and you opened one of the drawers, searching through it for the pair of scissors you knew you'd seen earlier. You sifted through the smattering of random pens and pencils until you found the scissors at the back, "here we are," you brandished them and Freddie held the thread taut as you simply snipped it off at the end, "good as new."

"Thank you, love."

In that moment, against your better judgement, you looked up into his eyes. His soft gaze was gentle and had no malice hidden in its depths. Though what Freddie was playing at was more dangerous than you cared to participate in, he had no desire to ever harm you or force you. He hoped you'd begin to want him on your own. Though if he had to "help" the situation along a bit, he wouldn't be opposed.