I still love you | Maylor fanfiction

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Roger's P.O.V.

Of course, as we actually agreed yesterday, we went partying tonight after the gig as well. We went to the same small club we found with Fred and John the day before, and this time, Brian did come with us as well.
In this club, there wasn't any live band performing. But there was loud music of various genres banging through the speakers, and many sweated bodies were dancing in a tight crowd on the dance floor, in between the colorful spotlights.
Without hesitation, we ordered shots after shots, and soon, the world around got a little distant. Again, as always when I got drunk, my senses changed. The sounds got blurry, some colors were more outstanding than others. All my thoughts and worries were pushed out of my head, all what was left was a positive mood and energy.
We all drank at a different pace, and soon enough, Fred and Deaky, clearly already wasted, headed on the dance floor. They practically laid over each other, hugging themselves and giggling with minds fooled by alcohol. But they were away, in a world which wasn't mine now. Right now, I was caught up in my own world of alcohol, and it belonged to only me, and Brian, sitting on the bar stool right next to me.

I turned around and looked up at him. I could only concentrate on his face. On his beautiful, angelic face.
His heavenly hazel eyes were glistening, and shining, gazing deep into my soul. I could hardly rip away from them, as they were lurking me, fascinating me. His face seemed pale, mostly hidden in the shadows. I could see his lips, pink and glossy.

Suddenly I felt an enormous desire to kiss him. Right here right now. And this time, I couldn't stop it. I didn't even want to. I was caught up in his drug.
I leaned in closer, slowly, haltingly. I was so close I could see every detail of his face. I saw his deep calm eyes watching me, examining me, still sparkling as stars. I felt his warm breath waving over my cheeks, making my heart rate speed up and only pushing me to continue.
He did not move away.
I kept on going, slow, and very careful. I could feel my body temperature rise along with my heart beat, I could feel myself slightly shivering in excitement. My gaze finally fell down from his eyes to his lips. Pink, soft lips. So kissable.
I closed my eyes.

And then, finally. Our lips met, with a burst of energy, passion and love. His lips were so soft, oh god, so soft and warm. The touch of them on mine was the best feeling I've ever experienced. Just this simple touch made shivers ran throughout my whole body, sent energy running through my veins, and make my heart burn with love.
He did not pull away. He moved along with the kiss, completing it, acting completely in sync, copying me as well as I did him.
Out of the sudden I felt his warm hand gently placed along my chin, supporting my head, leading me closer to him. He slid his tongue into my mouth and a quiet moan escaped my lips into the kiss. We twirled our tongues, dancing in sync, not thinking through what we were doing and how we were doing it- we acted completely on our emotions.

In the end, I had to pull away to catch my breath. I leaned my forehead against his, looking to the ground. My cheeks were burning with red hot blush, and I was silently gasping for air, in shock and amazement of what happened, which I somehow could realize even through the alcohol blur.
"We shouldn't be doing this," a silent whisper escaped my mouth, as I wiped off the line of saliva which was connecting us.
"Who cares," he mumbled quietly, stroking my hair and moving them out of my face, as he looked into my eyes. "I want it. I want you."

With his words, he grabbed my face in hands, pulling me closer, locking our lips again. My head spun, passion, his and mine created the reality, which I never wanted to escape from again. The reality of love. Love for the one and only. Love for Brian.

"Let's go home."

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We ordered one more pair of shots and then we did, holding hands throughout the whole time.
We walked back to our hotel. I didn't know how we got there. I didn't know the directions. I didn't even try to look for where to go. I had Brian.
I brought his hand up to my face and kissed it, as a prince would his princess. I hugged his hand, being accompanied with his giggles, bringing blush to my cheeks. I buried my face into his neck as we continued walking, pressing my lips softly against his skin. I inhaled his aromatic scent deeply, feeling his hot body.
He kissed my forehead, as he continued on stumbling down the aisle, me practically laying at him.

Suddenly, we were in the hotel and Brian was unlocking the door of his room, what he, due to the alcohol, managed only on the third try. Out of the blue, I felt insecure. I began to feel nervous, worrying about what will happen. I wanted Brian, I knew it, I needed him. But I've never been with a man before. What will it be like?

Finally, he opened the door, and opened it for me. He let me stumble in first, he himself entered second and closed the door quietly. I could just quickly look around his room before I was without a warning pushed with my back against the door. I let out a surprised gasp, while staring into Brian's eyes, so beautiful and so close to mine, who had his knee in the middle of mine, his body gently against mine, keeping me by the wall.
He connected our lips again. I closed my eyes and kissed back. His lips lighted up the desire inside of me, making me hungry for him, making me desperately need more.
I brought up my hand up to his face and made the kiss rougher, entering his mouth with my tongue. He immediately joined, acting in sync, with such hunger, it was speeding up my heart rate, and bringing a smile and a blush up to my cheeks.
Suddenly, he pulled away, his hot breath waving over my face. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the magical moment.
Again, I gasped for air as he unexpectedly pressed his warm lips on my neck, just below my jawline. He slowly continued downwards, flattering kisses down my neck. By his gentle hot touch, my head fell back, a light moan escaping my lips.
He returned back up to my face, kissing me quickly, smile and red blush over his face.

I hugged him around his neck, pushing Him back and with a wide smile forcing him to stumble backwards, sitting him on the bed, as I sat on his lap. His surprised expression didn't stop me, only made me giggle. I kissed him, deeply, and very carefully and slowly, I laid him on his back.
I was leaned over him, my hair tingling his face, as I placed light kisses all over his face, and he just kept on laughing quietly. How many times I've desired to do it.
I pulled away, sitting over him, unbuttoning his shirt. He ran his fingers through my hair, paying attention to my face.
"You're beautiful," he mumbled.
I couldn't help but smile and blush as mad.
"You're too," I whispered, kissing him on the lips, continuing down his neck. I made a trail of soft, gentle kisses, down his whole chest to his belly button and up again. I moved slowly, hearing the quiet moans which escaped his lips, making me shiver.

I kissed him once more, placing my head on his chest, letting him hug me with his arm. I didn't want more. Not for now. I didn't want to ruin anything. He did not force in anything as well. He let me rest on his naked chest, wrapped his hands around me in a warm comfortable hug.
"You know what?" He asked quietly, his hair tingling me pleasantly on my cheek.
"What?" I whispered, listening to his calm heartbeat.
"This might sound stupid."
I lifted myself up, turning on my stomach, looking into his face.
"Say it," I smiled, slowly and gently kissing his cheek. I reaped my Ching in my hands packed on his chest, watching him, waiting for him to continue.
"I think I might love you Roger," red blush spreader across his cheeks, but he did not move his deep gaze from my eyes.
A wide smile decorated my face.
"I think I might love you too."

3 Times for luck??? mAybE
This chapter is actually kinda short and took me lONG time to write but iT WaS wOrTH iT, WaSNt iT?!?!

That art is from Pinterest, and it's STUNNING