Don’t be Nervous
Roger Taylor x Reader
“Lay down” Roger whispered to me. His lips barely touching my earlobe, but his breath making me shiver. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
“So precious.” Roger noted biting his lip, eyeing me up and down. “Relax babydoll” He assured me.
I exhaled the breath I was holding and took a few hesitant steps back until the back of my knees touched the bed. sitting down I licked my lips and lifted my head to look at him. He was casually standing back, studying me with his hands crossed in front of his chest and a stupid smile on his face. Definitely not helping me in this very moment.
He kneeled, separating my buckled knees. With his hands on my knees he gently took my wrists in his palms.
“So small and fragile” he spoke brushing the insides of my palms. His thumbs feeling the pumping blood of my veins through my skin. Letting go of one, his thumb and index finger gently lifted my chin up, making me look at him. His eyes were shining and almost watery I could tell.
“I love you” he softly broke the silence.
“And, I, too” I shrugged uncomfortably. It was a weird feeling. It felt like a thousand butterflies have suddenly lifted in my stomach. Thankfully I was already seated.
