Winter Queen (Roger Taylor fanfic)

32. ...was it to fly a private plane

Two weeks later, Josie stood in the hallway and stared at her trunk. Month and a half long adventure across Europe, with the band and Mary, was ahead of her, she couldn't wait for Mary to pick her up. She was actually glad Scott left early that day, she faked sleep and jumped out of the bed as soon he closed the door. She spent all morning preparing for her flight to Hamburg.

Finally, half past eight, the doorman came for her. He took her trunk, put it to Mary's car and wished them nice vacation. Josie felt no need to comment that, she got in and kissed Mary's cheek.

"I can't wait, it's like Christmas!"

"I can see that." Mary laughed and drove to the airport.

It was windy and cold, it was getting to the bones. Her Burberry trenchcoat maybe was stylish, but not so warm. They found a parking spot and dragged their trunks out. Only then Josie appreciated their doorman, when she fought the wind with her huge luggage.

"Let me." She almost couldn't hear Roger, when he cought up with her, took her trunk and put his arm around her shoulders, until they entered the hall.

"Where's your stuff?" she wondered.

"Already here." He pointed at the big cage with their luggage, where he put her trunk. She couldn't stop looking at him. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Hi." she whispered.

"Hi." he answered. "Are you looking forward to the tour?"

"So, so much! I couldn't sleep. Really, I'm so pumped!" she laughed and jumped up a few times. Her cheeks were red from the wind, her eyes bright.

"Come on, let's go to the others." Roger laughed and briefly laid his hand on her back, to guide her through crowd.

"God, it's freezing. And we're heading north!"

"Yeah, Germany, it's basically the North pole." Brian teased her.

"We are at the North pole!" she whined.

Jim checked everyone is here and they obediently followed him through the airport.

Josie already flied with diplomatic plane, the Queen plane was comparable. It had four beds in the back, four little couches with two seats and small dining table and a bar.

"Why don't we fly longer!" Josie complained, she loved to fly.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it plenty." Brian assured her and sat across from her. Josie shivered, when Roger sat next to her and she smelled his scent.

"Are we flying between all of the towns? Or do you have a tourbus? Can I travel with you by the tourbus?" she kept asking.

"Miami?" Brian shouted to the back.

"Tourbus all the time."

"So Japan, that's long enough." Brian promised.

"To Japan?" she wondered. "I thought it's just Europe."

"In April."

"But I don't know any Japanese. I suppose if I start to learn right now...."

The thought of talking about it with Scott didn't even cross her mind, she already saw herself in Tokyo under the blossoming sakuras.

"Josie, not even Miami believes you are here as a real translator." Brian replied.

"I will translate!" she outraged. "You're not paying me for nothing."

She shivered again, this time because of the cold. Roger took down his jumper and gave it to her. Then he raised his hand and pushed the button to call the hostess. Josie hadn't noticed any crew before.

"Coffee or tea?" Roger asked Josie.

"Tea, please. Do you have herbal? Mint maybe?"

"Of course, madam." The hostess assured her, took everybode else's order and left.

"I can't get used to how you guys live." Josie commented and put on Roger's jumper. She'd rather never took it off, she wanted to smell his scent for the rest of her life.

"Well, why would you be alive, if you wouldn't enjoy it?" Freddie asked.

"I will definitely enjoy it with you."

Hostess brought their drinks and disappeared again. Josie felt amazing. With her hands on the cup, she felt warmer, the scent of mint and Roger's cologne intoxicated her.

"Of course you're allowed to Japan only if you're Mile High Club member." Freddie warned her.

"What's that?" Josie frowned with a serious face. The four boys stared at her.

"Mile High Club." Freddie said again, with precise pronounciation, as if she couldn't understand.

"I hear you, I just don't know what that is."

"You're there once you had sex on a plane." Deaky explained.

"And you all..."

"What's the point in being a rockstar otherwise?" Brian laughed.

Actually, it was even colder in Hamburg. They ran from their limo to the lobby of the hotel, Josie took the lead there. Nobody told her, that the receptionist certainly speaks English. They were intrigued, how fluently she switched from her elegant English to hard German, without any hesitation. She handed them their keys, one room for every boy, a shared one for her and Mary.

"How can it be so cold!" Josie groaned, when they unlocked their room.

"Don't you dare to have another pneumonia!" Mary warned her.

Josie watched the dark Hamburg from window and knew, there's no place in the world, where she could be happier.