𝘙𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. (+18)

Sleeping Beauty.

From: tumblr.

Credits to: https://lemmonhemmo.tumblr.com/

summary: You fall asleep in Roger's lap during a visit to the studio. The other boys take every chance they get to tease their favorite blonde, and this was no exception.

"Hello my angel," Roger greeted you as you walked into the studio. He had called a half hour before explaining that he and the rest of the band were being kept at the studio and that they wanted some food.

"Hey you," you grinned. You smiled as you stoop upon your tip toes to peck your boyfriend's lips.

"Roger are you sure we all can't date Y/N? They're pretty great and bring us food," John said while taking the bags from your arms.

"I'm about 99 percent sure," Roger laughed.

"Aw come on Rog it'd be fun," you teased. "Come here Johnny boy give momma a kiss."

You winked as you held your arms out to him. John played along, coming towards you with his lips puckered.

"Don't even think about it Johnny boy," Roger scorned.

You all laughed, knowing you were joking but Roger wasn't in the slightest.

"Actually-" Freddie started.

"Don't finish that sentence, Fred," Roger stopped. Freddie laughed and put his hands up in defense.

"Alright, alright I surrender. Y/N's all yours."

Roger wrapped his arms around you and placed his head atop of yours. He was holding you close. He knew the guys were kidding, but he still needed to feel like you were his and only his.

You all sat around the studio talking about the new song they were working on. They were working on a song John came up with. It wasn't Roger's favorite, and you could tell. He was getting frustrated that none of his ideas were getting taken.

"Why can't we just use my lyric?" he shouted.

"Because it doesn't make any sense," Deacy said.

"Yours isn't any better!"

You put a hand on Roger's arm and began to slowly rub it up and down.

"Sit down, Rog," you said calmly. He huffed as he sat back down next to you. His arm slipped around your shoulders as you leaned into him. You pulled your legs up to lay them across the rest of the couch.

"How do you think I'm going to be alright without you we're done?" Roger suggested.

"It fits, but it doesn't quite sound right," Freddie said.

"How do you think I'm going to get along without you when you're gone?" Brian said.

Deacy clapped his hands together and pointed at Brian, "that's it!"

Roger tried to get up out of frustration again but was stopped by the weight in his lap. He looked down to see you curled up next to him, your head in his lap and your arms wrapped around the bottom of his waist.

Seeing you look so peaceful gave him a sense of calm as he eased back down to a comfortable sitting position.

"Well look what we have here," Brian said.

Roger's gaze tore away from you to look at Brian.

"Shut up," he said.

"Aw, Roger won't put up a fight with Y/N in his lap," Deacy teased.

"Maybe we should write more songs while Y/N naps," Freddie laughed.

Roger rolled his eyes. He began to slowly run his fingers through your hair. He leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes.

"Y/N has you whipped," Brian laughed. John dramatically laid himself across Freddie's lap.

"Oh Roger!" John said in a falsetto. "I loovveeee youuuuu!"

Roger tosses a throw pillow at the two of them.

"Would you two ratters be quiet? Y/N's had a rough week let them sleep," Roger whisper shouted.

"Roger, dear, a recording studio is not the best place for a nap then," Freddie laughed.

"I've personally seen them fall asleep on the stairs when I was cleaning my house with the stereo all the way up. I think they'll be fine if we start recording," John said.

Roger knew that was true. You've fallen asleep in the most loud and obscure places. On the bus, the kitchen counter, the middle of the floor.

"Still," Roger whispered. "They just look so peaceful."

"Aww," the trio cooed.

"Somebody's in love," Brian teased.

Roger just smiled. He was. He is. He's completely in love with you in every way possible. He remembers the day he realized he was in love with you. You were in the kitchen of his apartment. You stayed the night and slept in a t-shirt of his. You woke up before him and tip toed into the kitchen to make coffee. You put on an ABBA record and kept it low to ensure you didn't wake up Roger.

"Money, money, money, Must be funny. In the rich man's world. Money, money, money, Always sunny. In the rich man's world," you sang.

What you didn't know, was that Roger was awake the second you slipped out from his arms. He stood hidden away in the doorway watching you. Your makeup free face, messy hair, dancing in his favorite shirt. He hated your music taste but God you were so cute singing along to it.

"All the things I could do, If I had a little money, It's a rich man's world," Roger sang back as he came into view. You let out a surprised scream as you jumped to face him. You broke out into a grin as you wrapped your arms around his neck to greet him with a kiss.

"Thought you hated ABBA?" you said with a smirk.

"Well you play them so much I've learned all the words," Roger laughed. "Besides, seeing you happy makes them a bit better."

"Rog? Hello?" Freddie said, waving a hand in front of Roger's face. Roger snapped back into reality with a "what?" and a dumbfounded look.

"He's gone," John said while looking at Brian.

"We've lost a good man," Brian said. He wiped away a fake tear and leaned on John's shoulder.

"Children. You're all children," Roger stated.

Somehow, they managed to finally decide to get some work done. Brian went into the booth to start laying down some tracks and Freddie went to instruct him on what type of sound he wanted. John strummed on his bass in the corner, and you remained in Roger's lap. Eventually, it was time for Roger to go back and add some drums. He looked down at you one last time before he had to get up. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I love you."