the drummer boy ❦ Roger Taylor

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"You know what, Roger? You're a good man. Much better than my husband." Mum slurred, gulping her gin down as if it was water. I sat on the edge on the other sofa, watching her with second hand embarrassment. Roger was next to her, equally as drunk as her.

When we got in the house, Roger opened up a beer and mum started on the gin, with me staying on the Coke. Two, long hours later, we were still sat putting the world to right. Not my choice. When I tried to make excuses for Roger to leave, they both brushed me off, clearly getting along well. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a horrible sight, but still.

"Thank you, June. I do try." Roger bragged. He looked over and winked at the same time, causing me to raise my eyebrow in amusement. Even though he still looked unbelievably attractive, his drunken state cause both eyes to close, making it a over the top blink. I heard the front door open, and Deborah stumbled in, double taking a look at Roger.

"What's he doing here? And Julia's back?" She said in shock. I looked up,

"Hey." I said quietly. She gave me a nod in response, looking back over to mum, who was sprawled on the sofa with her eyes closed. Roger poked her face, finding it hilarious that mum had fallen asleep. "I'm just as lost as you, Debs." Mum let out a loud snore, causing me to erupt laughing.

She couldn't help but smile now, coming over hesitantly and giving me a hug.

"I'm glad you're back." Deborah said in my ear, rubbing my back. I hugged her tight.

"I'm glad, too."

Letting me go, she tapped mums forehead a few times, attempting to wake her up.

"Come on, mum, it's bed time." Mum groaned, but got up slowly, blowing a kiss to Roger.

"See you in the morning! Love you both!" Mum mumbled, following Deborah upstairs and to bed. When they left, Roger let out a loud laugh, slapping his thighs.

"Your mum is a fucking legend." He said, standing up and plopping down next to me. His arm snaked around my neck, and he pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed him gently, and he pushed his tongue in, playing with my hair simultaneously. I smiled into the kiss, cupping his face with my hand and rubbing his cheek. He pulled away for a second,

"Bed time?" He suggested, smirking whilst looking down at my lips. I edged closer.

"Let's stay here." I replied, leaning in for another kiss. He eagerly pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his lap. His hands ran up and down my back, tugging at my hair whilst we kissed passionately. I gained a sudden burst of confidence, pulling from his mouth and nipping at his neck. A low moan escaped his mouth, the sexiest thing I've ever heard, and he threw his head back when I sucked on the spot below his ear hard. I felt his hands on my bum, keeping me from falling.

"You're fucking amazing." He breathed, his hands lowering to my front. I stiffened up, still unsure if I was comfortable going that far. He noticed the change, and stopped immediately. I pulled back.

"What's wrong?" I asked, tilting my head and sitting back on his lap, hands resting on his abs. He sighed,

"I can tell you're uncomfortable, Julia." He frowned, rubbing my legs. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"No! No, I'm fine. I can carry on." I said defensively, leaning back in to kiss him, but he pushed me away lightly before I could, holding my shoulders a foot from him.

"Julia, I don't want to rush anything, especially when you might not be ready. We can just talk?" Roger offered.

"I said I'm fine." I exclaimed, getting worked up. I lunged back to him, trying to pull his top over his head, but he was quick to stop me gently.

"Julia..."

"I'm not a victim, Roger." I snapped, getting off his lap and sitting next to him, facing away. Holding the tears in that were threatening to fall, he placed his hand on my shoulder, which I quickly brushed off. "I don't want that to ruin everything. You probably get offers from hundreds of girls, why settle for someone who freaks out at the slightest touch?" I cried, wrapping my arms around my knees. I heard Roger sigh, and shuffle closer to me.

"I know you're not a victim, I'm sorry." He said. I turned to face him,

"This has happened twice now, Rog. You're a good person, not like that bloke. You don't deserve this." I frowned, taking his hands in my own.

"We can take it slowly. I'm not just interesting in sleeping with you, Jules. I want to get to know you, not your body."

"You mean that?" Roger nodded, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I relaxed into him, both of us leaning back on the sofa. I sighed, closing my eyes. "Thank you, Rog."

"Night, darling." He whispered, and I felt myself falling asleep quickly.

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short but little bit o drama.

the reality of going through something such as what Julia did is incredibly difficult and strenuous. this is a realistic way to act when assault happens. I'm not a professional but yeah...

hope you're enjoying!