𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘳𝘬 - roger taylor

good morning.

january 1, 1975

i was meant with the bright light from the sun. i open my eyes admiring the view of the window by my bed. i push myself up and it hit me. this wasn't my room. panic struck me and i flung the sheets off of me to see if my dress were still on.

" fuck, fuck, fuck me! " i whisper yelled to myself crawling out of the bed. i began to look around the bedroom to find my dress.

" hey oakley i heard moving.. whatcha doing? " my head flew around to find shirtless roger in front of me.

" r-roger? " i breathily ask.

" yes? " he answers with a laugh.

" i slept with you last night? " there goes everything.

" no no " he comes over, " nothing happened, well sexually at least. kissing was involved and we came back here to have sex but no we didn't sleep together " he reassures me. i calm down at his words and nod slightly. " i-i made breakfasts.. or tried, at least. " he gives a warm smile and tilts his head a bit. " or um if you wanna leave that's ok too, i'll give you money for a ride bac- "

" breakfast sounds nice " i cut him off and walk out of this room. i see waffles with fruit and then pancakes in another spot, with sides of bacon, sausage, eggs, and more. " i thought you couldn't cook? " i laugh. roger comes out behind me too see what i'm talking about.

" oh that shit wasn't me, that's called room service. now this.. " he walks over to a clump of over cooked eggs " this was my attempt. " causing me to laugh and shake my head.

" yikes " i plop down onto the chair with the waffles. " i assume theses are mine? "

" yup, couldn't forget the fruit " he shook his head. " disappointment. "

" oh shut up and eat your pancakes. " he sits down across from me smiling. smiling back i begin to cut my waffles.

" hey, um, i'm sorry about last night. it was the drinks and my feelings got the best of me. "

" who said it wasn't the same for me? " i spoke and looked back up at him. " i want you as much as you want me. " he looked stunned.

" you do? " his soft question made me laugh.

" yes you idiot "

" wait does this mean i can ask you out? "

" i mean you have a show tonight and we're eating breakfast together so "

" shit yea, um uh, oakley would you like to have breakfast with me this morning. " he stands back up looking down at me.

" sure taylor " he covers my eyes and then removed them.

" surprise!! " he yells sarcastically and shows me the food i've already took a bite of.

" wow i can't believe this! it's wonderful roger! " i join in placing my hands over my chest and smile up at him. he smiles down at me as i laugh at what we just did.

his lips collide with mine and happiness fills me. he pulls away and looks at me, before words could leave his lips i reach up pulling him back in. a smile forms during the kiss.

" i could get use to that " he says after pulling away.

" eat your pancakes taylor. "

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" YOU DID WHAT?! "

" nothing we did nothing! " i yell over lilly's gasps.

" you slept with roger you're telling me "

" not quite, apparently he slept on the couch while i took his bed and no we did not have sex "

" how- y'all we're eating each other last night! " lilly throws herself up and kisses the air.

" lilly please just stop " i laugh and shake my head pulling out clothes for later. " but i mean we're getting somewhere "

" so you didn't sleep together " she questions me again and i throw a shirt at her.

" no, no we didn't and if/when we do you'll be the first to know now shut up! " i laugh as her eyes widen when i say when. " i believe the relationship is closer then you and i think but i don't know " i say smiling to myself.

" aw yay! " she claps, " finally a good guy for you " she smiles more at me. " I'm gonna go change we have a little over an hour until we need to be there. "

lilly heads into the bathroom as i change out in the my room smiling to myself and all i had on my mind was roger taylor.