(SMUT) Lily Of The Valley - Roger Taylor/Ben Hardy (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8

"Girlfriend?" I asked my legs shaking

"Yeah you know, like dating"

"Dating? Me?"

"Yes, I really don't know how else to put this" he laughed

"I'd love to Rog" I said standing on my tiptoes and snaking my arms around his neck, I then planted a soft kiss on his cheek and turned to look at the rest of the band. I smiled as Roger slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closely to him so my back pressed against his chest.

"So it's official?" Bri questioned 

"Official" Roger said a soft smile tugging at his lips

"Finally, now I won't have to hear you keep moaning about asking her out" Deaky quipped and Roger blushed squeezing my hips. 

"Beautiful my darling's but I believe we have a tour to plan" Freddie clapped his hands "We are leaving on Tuesday morning"

Mary looked up from an old photo album she was flicking through "Tuesday, so soon?"

"Yes darling, for three months"

"I'm sorry Fred, I can't do that. I can't take that amount of time off"

They moved off into a corner of hushed discussion, a whispered frenzy of words flying between them. I quickly grabbed Roger's arm and pulled him aside. I looked into his eyes my own clouding with lust as I fiddled with the buttons. He smirked down at me pulling me closer his hand laying dangerously close to my ass. I pushed the thoughts aside

"Hey Rog, I haven't asked Vanity about taking time off work" I said fiddling with my thumb wordily "What if she says no"

"Hey look I've known V long enough to know she only wants what is best for you"

"You've met her once Roger"

" Also this job pays triple what you already make"

"Triple? How do you know how much I make?"

"I may have been in to speak to Vanity, before I asked you out. And a few times after. Just to see if you actually liked me" He looked at the ground embarrassed

"Rog, you knew I liked you"

"I just didn't want to mess it up"

I rolled my eyes and kissed him on the cheek. I looked deeply into his eyes and softly fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. My hands grazed over his chest. He looked down at me raising his eyebrows slightly, a smug smirk crossing his face. I quickly pulled my hands away and moved to help Mary set the table. I heard Roger laugh behind me, the smugness smoothly coating his chesty laugh

"Oh shut it Meddows" I snarled jokingly

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Freddie's mum lay out a beautiful feast for us all. A large assortment of colourful dishes lining the table, each beautifully arranged.

"Dig in everyone, I made Farrokh's favourite"

"Farroukh?" John questioned

"Yes didn't he tell you he was born in Zanzibar?"

"He did not" Roger said his hand creeping slowly up my thigh. He looked at me a mischievous twinkle glinting in his bright blue eyes playing with the fabric of my dress. I smiled back at him my mind bombarded with improper thoughts

Fred's Mother returned with a large leather bound photo album filled with photos of Freddie and his sister in Zanzibar. I flicked through the book in complete awe. Freddie standing in a boxing stance, his small hands encased in huge boxing gloves. A picture of Freddie competing in long distance running