Fur coat (Reader x Roger Taylor)
Pairing: Reader x 70s! Roger Taylor or Ben!Roger Summary: It´s just fluff. That´s it. That´s the fic Warnings: Some language maybe? Sexual suggestions A/N: So, this is my gift for @meddrowse (hi!) for the A Night at the Fandom event! It´s inspired by Roger in that fur coat. Word count: exactly 2,000
You caught Roger´s eyes the second he walked off stage, a sly smirk pulling at your lips. The view from where you were stood was perfect. You had a clear line to your favorite drummer, so you could watch him put all of his energy into his performance. Watch him throw his head back and wipe his sweat on his wristbands. Even though you had been in this position many times before, it was a view you never got tired of. Who would? He basically looked like he was having sex with the drum set.
Roger jogged towards you and tried to put his arms around your waist, but you stopped him with a giggle.
“Not until you´ve showered”, you said. You leant in to press a quick kiss to his pouty lips, only to be pulled back in. Roger placed a hand on your face and held you in place as he deepened the kiss, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.
“Roger”, you giggled, pushing him away from you, “There´s people around”
“Like you´ve cared before”, Roger teased, winking. You felt heat rush to your cheeks when you were reminded of the time you had been caught with Roger buried deep inside you in the empty studio. Or, you thought it was empty. It was not. Brian had walked in to get something from the table and immediately called for John and Freddie to come see. Needless to say, you hadn´t been able to look them in the eyes for weeks after that.
“We´re not doing that again”, you warned as Roger started walking towards the wardrobe. He grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Proudly swinging your hands back and forth as you walked.
The rest of the band were already lounging in the dressing room as the pair of you entered. A girl was obviously trying to chat up John but he didn´t seem very interested. If at all. Freddie was removing his makeup and Brian was playing with the strings of his guitar. It was weird to think that only a few months ago you would have been completely star struck by the situation. This was your new normal.
“I´m going to hop in the shower, love”, Roger said, squeezing your hand before letting it go.
“Ok”, you smiled and started walking over to John. He looked like he was in need of a rescue.
“Well? Are you not going to join me?”, Roger asked, putting his hands on his hips. A smirk on his lips.
“Please don´t, Y/N. We don´t want to neither see nor hear you have sex ever again”, Freddie chimed in, turning to look over his shoulder. Roger shot him daggers. Fucking cock-block.
“I´ll just wait for you here, babe”, you said with a wink and watched him frown and disappear around the corner. Probably to mope in the shower.
John mouthed a thank you once you sat down next to him and started enthusiastically talking about the gig. The girl trying to get with him tried to join the conversation but either of you always cut her off. She eventually got tired and stumped out of the dressing room with a huff.
“What would I do without you, Y/N?”, John asked once she was gone, throwing his arms around your shoulders and hugging you into his side.
“Probably have girls swarming you right and left”, you giggled. You gave him a playful wink in the exact moment Roger returned. His eyes narrowed when he saw you cuddled into one of his best friends.
“Are you ready to go, love?”, he asked, nodding his head towards the door. It was your time to narrow your eyes this time. You always stayed and hanged out with the boys for a few hours.
“What? Where are we going?”, you asked. A smile spread over Roger´s lips. A sly one that was.
“It´s a surprise. Come on, I promise you´ll like it”, Roger said. He grabbed the fur coat off the rack and pulled it on over his shoulders. God that coat made something stir in your stomach every time he wore it. He just looked so good. And Roger knew. Of course, he did. You were pretty sure that´s why he wore it around you. It was basically a guaranteed shag if he had it on. A smile pulled at his lips.
You pulled up in front of a quiet lake. There were no people around, and the only light was coming from the headlights of the car.
“Roger, this is beautiful”, you said as he got out. He quickly jogged over to your side and opened the door for you. Ever the gentleman.
“I said you would like it, my love. Come on. I brought us snacks”, Roger said. He held his hand out to help you get out before reaching into the backseat to pick up a picnic basket. Ok. He definitely hadn’t thought about this himself, but it was cute.
“Who did you get this idea from?”, you asked.
“What? Don´t you think this is all me?”, he joked, pulling out a blanket from the basket. He laid it out on the ground and gestured for you to sit down.
“You´re not really the romantic type, Roger”, you giggled. You sat down next to your boyfriend and nudged his side, earning a goofy smile.
“We could just go home if you don´t like it”, Roger said. He opened the basket to show you what he had prepared. There were sandwiches, a bottle of wine and some chocolate. Nope. You were definitely staying.
“No, I like it. Thank you”, you said. You placed a finger on his jaw to force him to look at you before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Roger melted into his touch. You could feel him let out a relieved breath of air against your top lip, causing you to pull away with a giggle.
Reaching into the basket, Roger fished out two glasses and poured you each of you some wine. He held his glass up to yours and waited for you to tip them together. His eyebrows raised in anticipation. You rolled your eyes.
“Cheers, my love”, he said with a wink before bringing the glass to his lips. He moaned softly at the taste.
“Cheers, Roger”, you giggled. The wine really was good. Probably way too expensive, but you didn´t want to think about that right now. You always yelled at Roger for spending too much money on you. He didn´t budge though, so you had kind of given up anyways.
“Have you guys made any more plans for the tour?”, you asked, sinking your teeth into the homemade sandwich. It was pretty good actually.
Queen had planned to go on an American tour in the next couple of months, and even though you hated bringing it up, you also wanted to encourage him to live his life. Even if it meant that you wouldn´t see him for months. Your heart ached a bit at the thought.
“Yeah. I think it´s pretty much all sorted”, Roger said, taking another sip of his wine, “I´m so excited to see all our fans. There´s nothing like hearing them sing each word back at you. And just hear them scream and see them smile. I just love it”
You hated the fact that your smile faulted a little bit.
“And have girls swarm you every night”, you said, nudging his side playfully. You hadn´t really been together that long, just a few months, and to be honest, you were terrified that he would break up with you once he left for tour. Why would he stick with you when he could have any girl he wanted? You would be thousands of miles away. In a different country, in a different continent even.
“Hey”, Roger said, grabbing your face. You swallowed the last piece of your sandwich and looked at him, unable to hide the hurt in your eyes. A tear threatened to escape your eye. “I don´t care about them, Y/N. You know I don´t”
His eyes were frantically searching yours, his thumb rubbing your chin to try and soothe you. It almost broke your heart.
“Yeah well we won´t see each other for months, I don´t see us-“
Roger cut you off by placing his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, relishing what you wouldn´t have for months. His lips were so warm. They felt like home.
“I love you”, he whispered against your lips. The words caught you off guard. He called you “my love” all the time, but you had never heard him say I love you. It felt so natural. So real. And you loved him too. Of course, you did. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn´t.
“You do?”, you asked. Your eyes were still closed, his lips mere millimeters from yours. You could feel his hot breath on your face.
“Yes. I love you so much, Y/N. You have no idea. Please, I can´t hear you say we won´t see each other for months. It breaks my fucking heart, my love”, Roger said. His voice was rough from the concert, the words almost breaking off.
“Roger I- I love you too”, you said, finally opening your eyes to meet his blue ones. A gush of warmth spread over your body, making your heart ache. “But it´s the truth. Sure, we can call each other but it won´t be the same”
“Come with me”, he blurted out. “I don´t want to go if you´re not there”
“I would love to. I really would. But I can´t just leave my work, I´m not some rich rock star like you. And you can´t just not go because of me”, you said. You would be the worst girlfriend in the world if you let him stay home. You couldn´t do that. You couldn´t be that selfish.
You reached out to slide your fingers down the arm of his coat, letting the fur tickle your fingers before intertwining them with his.
“You know I´ll take care of that for you”, Roger said.
“I don´t want to live off of you, Roger. And I love my job”, you admitted. You would love to go. Who wouldn´t want to travel the world with a rock and their boyfriend? That´s the dream. Maybe you could ask your boss? It wouldn´t hurt. “But, I can ask my boss I guess”
A smile spread over Roger´s lips. He looked like he just won the lottery or something.
“That´s all I want, my love”, he gushed, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap. He laid back down and pulled you with him, his hands sliding down to his ass. Oh. There was the boyfriend you knew.
“We can´t celebrate yet”, you giggled, “I´m not sure he´ll let me go”
“There´s always something to celebrate when I´m with you, my love. Today, it can be that I finally grew the balls to tell you that I love you”
“You´re such a dork. I love you”, you said before pressing your lips to his. Roger tightened his grip on you and pulled you closer, the arms of his furry coat tickling your sides. It was nice though; it was pretty chilly outside.
Roger pressed his tongue passed your lips, which also sent a rush of warmth through your body. You hummed into the kiss, allowing yourself to melt completely into his body. Not a care in the world. That would have to wait until tomorrow.
Roger also got you back for skipping out on showering with him. His hands were wondering all over your body, pulling you close to his. Grinding his hips against yours. You ended the date by fogging up the windows of his car. That damn coat for sure gave him a guaranteed shag. The way you welled his name as you climaxed further supporting the statement.
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