Somebody To Love (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor fanfic)

ninety one

"When is Roger picking you up?"

She shrugs and stirs her tea, "Unsure. He's picking up his glasses and I don't know how long that would take."

She was looking forward to seeing him in his glasses. She was with him while he was trying all the different frames and while she didn't see which ones he chose, she knew that he would look good. He'd suit them.

And speaking of Roger, the little bell above the door tinkled, signalling that someone had come in and Rebecca turned to see her husband.

She grins as he pushes his sunglasses up onto his head and since the two of them were sat close to the door and he can see them, she gives him a little wave.

"Rog," she greets as he sits down, leaning across to kiss her cheek, "You remember Jim?"

"Yeah," he nods, offering a hand for him to shake, "Nice to see you again."

"You too."

"I was just saying that he should come to our New Years party."

"Yeah, you should," Roger agrees, "Gonna be a good night I reckon. Loads of folks have said they're coming."

"I'll think about it." Jim repeats.

They sit and chat for a little while longer, well, Rebecca and Jim talk for a little while longer. Roger's quiet, silently sipping his coffee that she's sure has gone cold but he looks up when Jim grabs his wallet from the table.

"I've got to get back to work,"

"Okay," Rebecca nods, grabbing a napkin, "Rog, can you grab me a pen from my bag, please?"

He does as she asks and the two men watch silently as she writes on the napkin.

"If you decide to come," she mumbles, holding it out for Jim to take, "That's our address. I really hope you do."

"I'll keep it safe," he promises, tucking it into his back pocket before he leans down so he can give her a hug, "Now I really have to go. Thanks for lunch. Next time is on me, yeah?"

"Got it."

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"Rog? Please come out." when Rebecca gets no answer, she sighs and rests her forehead against the door, "They can't be that bad."

"They are," he replies and she can picture him pouting, "I look fucking ridiculous."

"Roger," she pleads, "Please. Lemme see."

She hears him sigh and the lock clicks but the door doesn't open, "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Would I laugh at you?"

"You laughed when I fell down the stairs the other day," he grumbles and she bites her lip.

He's right. She did.

"I promise I won't laugh," she says, stepping back from the door when he finally does open up.

The ones he's got on, they're obviously his reading glasses. She doesn't understand why he doesn't like them; they're black with a slim frame and they sit perfectly on his nose. He looks good.

Really good.

"Well?" he asks impatiently, "Let me have it."

"Have...have what?"

"The teasing. Come on, I'm a big boy."

She bites her lip, "I..."

"Come on!"

"I like them."

He looks at her, "What?"

Yeah, they're definitely not what she thought he'd go for but she actually thinks she prefers them instead of something a little bolder.

"I like them," she repeats, running a hand down his cheek, "They make you look so...smart. Sexy even."

"You think they're sexy?" he asks doubtfully, raising an eyebrow.

"I do," she nods which makes him smirk.

"Well then," he moves to stand in front of their bedroom mirror and she follows, peering into it with her beside him, "Maybe they're not so bad."

Rebecca runs her hand up his chest, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt and he knows what she's hinting at and as much as he would love to, he won't.

She whines softly when he catches hold of her hand, bringing it to his mouth, "Rog,"

"'m sorry, love. You know I won't." he apologises.

"Rog," she tries again, "Please, we haven't..."

He silenced her with another kiss, this time on the lips and she knows that the conversation is coming to an end. 

"I know," he says regrettably, "But..."

He didn't think that having sex with her while she's pregnant would be strange but it was. He won't lie, the first time they did it, it kind of freaked him out a little bit and he told her that he didn't think he could do it again. Which sucked because a couple of months ago, she was wanting him almost all day every day and to have to turn her down, god, it was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.

"I can't, love." he whispers and she gives him a weak smile.

"Its okay," she nods in understanding, "'m gonna go make a start on dinner."

She presses one last kiss to his lips which makes him groan loudly and as she leaves the room, he falls back onto the bed with a huff.

Fucking hell.