Chapter 8

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 (just a bit of stockholm so it'll get easier to imagine)

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Roger and I had decided to go to Sweden, since John and Veronica went there last year and recommended it. Roger bought tickets so we could go just the next day and now we were on the plane, on our way! 

“Tell me something about you I don't know.” Roger said and beamed. I took his warm hand and looked out the window over the fields, and then at Roger again. “I played in a orchestra when I was younger.” Roger looked at me and smiled “Oh c'mon, nothing more spicy? Aren't those green eyes are hiding anything? ” “I guess they don't.” I said, knowing that I needed to tell him sometime, but right now wasn't the moment to tell him. I was still too vulnerable to tell him, the memory was still fresh and painful. “What about you Rog? What does the beautiful drummer hide behind that smile?” he looked down at his hands and peeled something off his nails. “You're not allowed to think I'm stupid now.” “Of course not!” He looked down at his pink sparkling converse, that were weird but suited him. “I haven't told anyone this, but I actually love to write. Poetry and stuff. I'm not good, but it helps me.” “Oh Roger that's not stupid! I'd love to read sometime!” And in that moment, I thought for myself that the only thing that was deeper than his ocean eyes were his mind. 

Stockholm was beautiful but cold. The whole city was surrounded by water where you could take a boat and travel that way instead of busses and it was full of museums and cafés. 

One morning, I stood in the bathroom and did my makeup. Roger and I were supposed to go to the amusement park that laid here. I wanted to try something new today so I decided on smokey eyes and used the brush to blend out the black eyeshadow. For clothes I took a plain black cropped shirt, a pair of jeans and Roger's denim jacket. “My jacket huh?” I jumped when he walked in. “I got that from my grandma.” a silence spread and I laughed awkwardly, taking it off. “Oh c'mon Louise I'm just joking! ” he started to laugh and I chuckled. “Funny Roger. Such a comedian.” I said and buffed him at his shoulder. 

Roger's PoV

I stood in front of the mirror and combed my hair. When Louise suggested it for the first time, I refused but now I had decided that it was worth a try. I opened the bathroom door and Louise jumped a bit when she first saw me. She had dark eyeshadow, it suited her and highlighted her green eyes. She was so hot and I couldn't resist thinking of what I wanted to do with her tonight. “My jacket huh? I got that from my grandma.” Of course I hadn't got it from my grandma, I just wanted to see how she reacted. She blushed and  frightened started taking it off. “Oh c'mon Louise, I'm just joking!” she looked revealed and I started to laugh, with the picture of her face in my head. “Funny Roger. Such a comedian.” 

We took the subway and then the boat to get to the park. Well there we bought entry and all that stuff. Some kids came and asked after my authograph and I gave it to them but didn't stay to chat, I rather spent the time together with Louise. 

“Let's go inside!” she said and dragged me inside one of the rides. “I'm really not a fan of this things.” I said but she just rolled eyes at me and forced me in the line. “Don't be so stiff.” she giggled and how could I say no to that smile? 

After the first ride I got sick and watched Louise from aside instead of joining. After a while we decided to go somewhere where you could dance. I asked a Swedish guy and he recommended a place, not so far away. Some of the swedes had a weird accent and they were nice but also very shy. 

“Let's dance!” Louise said with a big smile on her lips. We moved over to the dancefloor and started move to the music. Her hair fell naturally when her body moved in waves and I couldn’t resist staring. My eyes were on her and only her, I loved her so. I hugged her and buried my nose in her hair. “Hold me closer tiny dancer” Elton's voice sang and I pulled her closer. Her hair smelled sweet, like flowers as it always did. 

Louise's PoV

*Next day*

Roger whispered in my ear “Can we go up and have sometime on our own now?” his hair fell naturally over his eyebrows which highlighted his already beautiful big eyes. “Sure.” I beamed. 

I turned around to see Roger, naked to his waist with a smirk on his lips. I neared him, in a slow way. He said nothing but started to undoing the buttons on my dress and kiss my neck. 

“Take off your jeans and boxers, I want you.” I said between our kisses. I planted my hand on his chest, my finger and thumb pushing his nipple, evoking a soft moan from his lips. He touched my bum and I laid down the sheets and tilted my head. He threw his pants on the floor and stepped closer. 

He started slow, kissing my tights into my pussy and then, rubbing my clit in tiny circles. He used the other hand to stroke my breast and I moaned. When he started to use his mouth shivers sent down my spine. He went down on knees and touched his warm tounge against my clit and tiny little waves of pleasure washed me and I gasped “I want you. Now.” 

I flipped over on all four and felt the familiar, fantastic feeling of Roger pushing himself in me. His nails digged deeper in my waist and I pushed myself even closer. My breathing came heavier as he started to move faster and I listened to Roger's groans. I felt him swelling inside and then I realesed to. My eyes rolled at the back of my head and my whole body shaked in pleasure. 

I wrapped my arms and legs around his naked body and laid my head on his chest as usual. “It's gonna be hard when I go back to uni and you go back to the recording studio.” I sighed. “Yes I know, but we'll make it. You only have one year left!” I turned my head to look up at him “How do you feel about meeting Brian?” he planted a peck on my forehead. “I don't know actually. I guess I'm angry, I mean he's a total jerk! But I'll talk to the others, maybe we can find out a solution.” 


Author's Note

Okay so obvi it was easy for me to write abt stockholm since I think it's a really beautiful place ( bad weather tho ). hope you all enjoy, have a great day!

xoxo

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