Freddie took hold of her chin. Firmly. He tilted her head up to hold his gaze. This close-knit, deep-rooted intimacy he'd remember. Always.
Softly, his lips brushed up against hers and he whispered, "See you..."
A slow, uncertain, stinging kiss collapsed her heart in her chest and knocked the wind from her. Weakly, Lucy latched on the love slipping away from them.
Paralyzed by desperation, she stalled. "Wait. Wait.."
"What? Lucy, I have to go. I really do this time—you—"
"Just wait..."
"You'll make us all miss the damn flight!" Brian knew well enough to yell from out front.. lest he wanted to walk in on much more than he bargained for, like Freddie's tight pants sliding back up his long legs and hugging his ass perfectly.
Squeezing her hand that took hold of his, he swiped the back of his finger down her cheek. "That's why this is so hard honey...I have to go..." This time, he'd have to leave her behind. Hand in hand, he led her out of the rehearsal studio.
Roger called to them, hanging out the car's backseat window. "We knew you'd be fucking!" Knowing this to be true, John giggled next to him.
Ignoring him, Freddie cupped Lucy's cheeks. Not yet ready to face forward... Not yet ready to move onwards...
But knowing if he didn't leave now, their show really might not go on, for surely, he'd sink under the burden of the thick and inexpressibly poignant sadness layering over those curious sweet eyes of hers that he'd fallen so in love with.
Every time he held her face between his hands, it felt like he was untying all of her knots. Holding her for eternity in the arms she'd grown so accustomed to. A story she never wanted to end.
He left a final kiss on her forehead. "Be safe."
Letting go of her hand, he ducked into the backseat of his car, and waved goodbye.
When he rolled down the window her heart stopped, as if every ounce of breath was taken from her lungs floating into the air like midnight smoke.. Her entire body lit on fire, going completely weak, charmed when he flashed his unforgettable smile etched beautifully into her memory. Her first. The man who'd given her everything. The only man to ever kiss her. The only man to explore her uncharted depths of intimacy. The only man she'd ever bared it all for. The only man to be inside of her.
Just like that, she'd lost a part of herself when his car pulled off onto the dirt road.
Alone, heart aching, sick with dread, and sure to scar, the morning wind dried the tear rolling down her cheek as she watched his car drive away.
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"Did you know Bohemian Rhapsody would be such a hit... And now 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love' number 1 in the U.S.?!" The interviewer seemed to invade more and more of his space as he leaned toward Freddie for a chance to hang on his every word.
After all, Freddie figured this interviewer in all his enthusiastic nosiness ought to know already. "I was quite prepared to starve for it in the beginning to make a go of it—I believed in Bohemian Rhapsody—that's how it's got to be—I mean have to believe in yourself—yeah no matter how long it takes.."
"Your shows are very visual... Is that where things are going for Queen?"
"Oh those visuals have to be there don't they? It's a form of entertainment! And people want to be entertained in various ways... We weren't going to be satisfied with anything less!" Freddie laughed, loosening the tension. "It's a plus! Hah—I'd hate to go on stage and just play songs...That's why we play different things! I have to move! There has to be more..."
"Can you imagine Queen 20 years from now?"
Could he?
20 years into his future.
"Oh I wouldn't know..." he rolled his eyes, cranky & provocative... "It could be nice..." Playing with his lips, swiping and scratching his chin, listening to his thoughts, remembering her....
"The band!" Freddie corrected, covering his teeth with his lips and rejoining reality. "Everyone thinks the band is going to break up... But we want to stick together for as long as it makes sense. That's where the best music is."
Rising from his seat at the table with one final sip of his beer, he adjusted his pants that had tightened around his bulge. "Okay." *clap* he dismissed himself from the interview and pushed his overflowing thoughts of her to the back of his mind.
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"You smell like me..." Freddie snuck up behind Lucy who'd just stepped out of the shower in a towel. He wrapped her up in his words... knowing how much he aroused her when he undressed her with his voice...
Smiling from ear to ear, Freddie slapped her ass, still wet.. and he wrapped his arms around her front. Her gaze slid to the side. He pulled her against his chest. His nose tickled her ear. She let out a tiny gasp and smiled... how intimately he handled her.... Freddie's lips softly grazed her slender neck and she let out a tiny gasp. He loved watching her face heat when he made her feel like this...
"Where did you find something like this?" Freddie asked, his chin resting on her shoulder, his palm displaying a brooch that he'd found on her bag.
"I used to sell them," she replied, smiling.
"Really?! I sold out a few scarves back in Kensington with Roger that would have been perfect with something like this..." He spun it in his hands, admiring the rubies and emeralds. "I guess I should've kept one for myself huh?" With his arm hugging her middle, he peeked over her shoulder as he mischievously slid down her towel to reveal her breasts. "How much to keep you?"
"I don't know," She craned her neck back, biting her lip before her barely audible whisper teased his lips. "How badly do you want me?"
He traced her lip lightly with the tip of his finger. It pouted slightly... Urging him to bite it, to kiss it... The world stopped when he kissed her soft lips, leaving just the two of them, her body weakening in his arms that tightened around her.
He broke the kiss with a shaky, shallow breath. Unable to contain himself, Freddie's hands worked their way around her body, memorizing every crevasse, every line... venturing over every curve of her body... exploring.
Freddie drew little whimpers of anticipation from her with soft kisses up her neck. Working his way back to her tender, smooth lips, he took her hands in his, leading her to his bed and dropping her towel to the floor,
His raw memories of completely owning her lingered...
