The day of the meeting fell on a Thursday and to say that Roger was nervous, was an understatement.
He came into the bedroom to see that Rebecca was now awake and he did a little spin to show her the outfit he'd picked, "What do you think?"
"Button that up," she scolds, gesturing to the shirt he's wearing as she got up from the bed, "Honestly, Roger. That might work on the girls but not for hotshot executives. You have to look professional."
"Okay," he muses, playing along with her as she buttons it up for him, "What jacket do you think?"
She passed him to look in his wardrobe, inspecting all of the options before picking up one of his favourites; a tan leather jacket.
"Good choice," he nodded, "Why not the denim?"
"Because that's my favourite and I'm going to wear it." she grinned, standing on her toes to kiss him, "I thought the meeting wasn't till later?"
"Two," he hummed, "But I just wanted my fashionista girlfriend's opinion on my outfit."
"I'm hardly a fashionista," she laughed, grabbing some clean clothes from the small case she had brought with her.
That's right, case.
There was something wrong with the water in her flat so until it was fixed, she was staying with Roger.
"You want some breakfast made while you're in the shower?" he asked, following her through from the bedroom.
"That'd be nice," she murmured, "What are you making me?"
He opened the fridge, frowning when he saw that there was nothing in it. He hadn't been to the supermarket in a while.
He didn't even have eggs.
"I can make you some cereal?" he offered, making her laugh and squeeze his arm as she walked by.
"Cereal would be lovely. Thank you."
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Both Rebecca and Mary were antsy all the way through their shift; they just wanted to know how the meeting was going and if they were going to be signed but after being pestered by both Freddie and Roger so many times at work, their manager had banned them from coming in during their shifts.
Rebecca was finishing up before Mary and practically skipped out of the back room with a grin on her face while the blonde leant against the counter and scowled.
"Oh calm down," she laughed, "You're only here for another hour and you'll probably get back before I do!"
"I suppose," she sighed, "Go on, get home. Roger'll be waiting for you."
"I'll see you later!" she hollered over her shoulder as she exited the building.
Knowing that Roger had nothing in his fridge, Rebecca stopped at a supermarket on her way home and picked up some things for a simple stir-fry for dinner.
One of Roger's neighbours held the door open for her and she thanked him before heading to the door of his flat.
She wouldn't admit it, but she absolutely adored coming back to his place after work. Well, no, she adored coming back to him being there. There was something just so wonderful about pushing the door open to see him either pottering about in the kitchen or lying on the couch.
"I'm back!" she called, spotting his jacket draped over the chair and he popped his head around the kitchen door.
"Hey," he greeted, a smile on his face as he came forward to give her a kiss and she let out a squeal when he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the ground.
"I take it that the meeting went well?" she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Very well," he whispered, "You should have heard this guy, Bex. He has so many plans for us if they decide to sign us."
"So they haven't?"
"Not yet," he shook his head, "But I have a good feeling."
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They return home from Freddie's that night with flushed faces and a little bit tipsy and Roger could barely keep his hands to himself in the taxi; he kissed her, he whispered his dirty thoughts into her ear and his hand even strayed under her dress but he couldn't help himself.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she wore that little black number.
When they pulled up outside his flat, she went on ahead while he paid the driver, practically throwing the money at him before rushing to catch up with her - but she was already in the flat, the door ajar for him to get in.
He made sure to lock it behind him, starting to pull off his jacket and he noticed that there was a shoe -just one- leading through to the living room and he bit his lip, shrugging the stupid jacket off quicker.
"Bex?" he called, entering the room to see her other shoe lying outside his bedroom door and just inside, was her underwear.
Entering the room, he was surprised to see that she wasn't waiting for him on the bed like he thought she'd be. Instead, she was stood by his drum kit, still in her dress with one of his drumsticks in her hand.
"Roger Meddows Taylor," she said quietly, successfully twirling the stick across her fingers and she stepped forward, "The handsome drummer of Queen. What 'm I gonna do when you go off on tour and forget about me?"
"Could never forget 'bout you," he said quietly, "I worship the bloody ground you walk on, don't I?"
His words warmed her as she moved forward, trailing her hand up his chest to rest above his heart, feeling the dull thud against her palm, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he confirmed, kissing her softly before he swept her feet out from beneath her, gently throwing her onto the bed, "I want to try something."
She raised an eyebrow, giggling when he gently grasped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he crouched down to press soft kisses across her ankle and up her calf but all she got in reply was a wiggle of his eyebrows.
He kissed his way up her leg, getting closer and closer to her most intimate place but she stopped him when he started pushing her dress up.
"Wait," she breathed, face flushing when he looked up at her, "Rog..."
"What's wrong?" he frowned, rubbing her ankle softly.
She sat up and hid her face behind her hands, "It's just, no one's ever done...that to me."
How wide his eyes went was almost comical as he realised what she was saying, "Never?"
Rebecca nodded, feeling even more self-conscious and moved to tug her dress back down but Roger quickly caught hold of her hands.
"Wait," he shook his head, "Let me just...no one?"
"Roger," she groaned, falling back down onto the bed.
"Oh baby," he blew out a breath, making her shiver and he stood to hover over her, leaning down to kiss her temple. "They were arseholes." he murmured, making her laugh and she finally lowered her hands.
His thumb rubbed her cheek soothingly and he felt her relax into the bed and he pressed his mouth just under her ear, "Let me do this for you."
"Okay," Rebecca whispered, making him press one last heavy kiss to her lips before he stood straight again and she pushed herself up to watch him unbutton his shirt and she couldn't help but press her legs together.
"Hang on," he whispered, leaning over her again to grab one of his pillows, instructing her to raise her head so he could slide it underneath. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, "Okay, lay down for me."
She did as she said, biting her bottom lip as he stared at her from the bottom of the bed.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"
Her face flamed, "Roger."
He smiled as he crouched down once more, kissing up the skin of her leg, his hand pushing the dress out of his way once more before moving to rest on her hip when he reached the top of her thighs where he paused for just a second then pressed a kiss directly onto her slit, which made her jump.
"Roger," she squirmed, his grip tightening on her hip ever so slightly. She was trembling and he'd hardly even touched her, watching as he bent his head between her legs again.
She gasped as he licked a stripe across her before delving his tongue past her folds and he groaned at the sweet taste of her, which made her cry out.
"Shit," she gasped, back arching but he didn't pay any attention to her as his lips found her clit and began sucking on it.
Rebecca's hand found his hair but to be honest, she wasn't sure if she was trying to push him away or bring him closer.
It was when he flicked his tongue over her clit once more that she began begging for him to stop.
"Roger," her breathing was ragged, "Rog, it's too much."
He looked up, his lips glistening and the sight alone almost made her come and he kissed her thigh softly, "It's just new, Love. You're fine."
He resumed his ministrations and she bit down on her lip again, desperate to keep herself quiet but he wanted to hear her. It spurred him on.
Roger was still in shock that no one had done this to her before, no one had taken care of her this way. But him being the first to have her like this made the front of his trousers tighten.
He knew that she was close and pulled back ever so slightly just so he could see her face, seeing that she was covering her mouth with her hand and that her eyes were clenched shut.
"Shit," she breathed, "Rog, I can feel that."
He was smiling and while he wasn't sure if she was teasing, he hummed in approval and her hips jerked.
"Oh god," she whispered, "Rog, I'm gonna-fuck."
Just at the right moment, Roger flicked her clit once more, making her arch off the bed once more and let out a gasp.
Her orgasm stole the breath from her lungs, seeing white as she tipped over the edge, feeling pleasure spread across every inch of her body. She choked out Roger's name once more and his hand tightened on her hip again.
Rebecca wasn't sure how she was managing to breathe, do anything really as she lay on the bed, chest heaving as she tried to get her breathing back to normal.
Roger grinned to himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawled up next to her and lay down on his side to watch her come back down, "You good?"
If she wasn't so tired, she would have smacked him for sounding so smug but instead, she just gave him a weak thumbs up.
Roger Meddows Taylor was going to be the death of her.
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excuse me while i go have a cold shower.