Out Of Time ➳ Roger Taylor [Completed]

Body Language

How much had happened in the week? Did you guys fight more? Did you and Roger sleep together? You would hate yourself for not remembering the first time you were with him.

Thinking about the last night that you remembered made you flush. It had been so amazing. Roger sure knew how to eat you out, and it was entirely possible that in the missing weeks things had escalated between you two.

You still couldn't believe you had skipped a week. What else was possible? What if you skipped months or years next time? This time thing was messing with your head way too much, literally, and it wasn't safe anymore. The only reason you weren't going back was because of Roger. And he wasn't even looking at you.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" Chrissie asked, moving your attention away from Roger, gesturing to the buffet. You looked at all the food, and it made you want to throw up. You felt way too sick. You hadn't even gotten drunk, or perhaps you had and just didn't remember. You would never know.

"No, actually. I'm going to head up to my room" You told her.

"Well, you're going to have to get the key from Rog" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" You asked.

"Well, yeah you're sharing a room. I thought you knew that" She said "You're his date"

"Oh, right" You nodded. You dreaded this. Why the fuck didn't you think this through?

You searched for Roger in the room. He was standing over by the dessert counter with Fred, laughing about something.

Should you go and apologize to him, just so it ends this petty disagreement? You hadn't even done anything wrong, all you had done was ask him if you could talk with Brian.

What was the big fucking deal? Unless it's something you did during the week, for which you couldn't even apologize because you had no memory of messing up.

You decided that you were going to be the more mature person in this and just get the freaking keys from him, so you gathered up your dress and went up to him. He saw you coming and his eyes widened just slightly, as if he didn't expect you to talk to him.

"Hi" You said and his gaze dropped to the floor.

"Hi, darling" Fred said "Tiramisu?"

He held up a tiny container and you shook your head.

"I actually came here to get the room key from Roger" You said and turned to look at him.

"Right, of course" Roger said and you saw him dig his hand into his back pocket before he handed you the key. Your fingers brushed lightly against his and it felt strange how quickly he withdrew his hand.

Fred looked back and forth between you as if he expected you to start yelling at each other soon. You turned around and headed out of the ballroom. God, should you just go home? You couldn't spend a night with Roger if he continued acting like this. Why was he being so fucking weird?

You headed upstairs into your room and collapsed onto the bed, still in your dress.

The reception wasn't going to start until a few hours and you were planning to sleep it through. The hotel bed was so comfortable, it felt like you could sink right to the floor.

Roger avoided going to his room at all costs that entire afternoon. He was still pretty upset at you. He didn't even know why.

"What's wrong with the two of you?" Freddie asked.

"Nothing's wrong, Fred" Roger replied, taking another sip of his drink.

"Of course, it is. You barely looked at her and you're not all over each other"