Love Of My Life

Chapter Twenty-One - Play the Game

Chapter Twenty-One – Play the Game

One week till Live Aid

"Babe I have an idea" I groaned as my eyes flickered open as I lay sleeping on the hotel bed.

"Baby, come on you promised to let me sleep until Freddie's party, you had me all night and morning" I whine roll over to see him facing me with a cocky grin.

"Please babe hear me out and I'll let you sleep" He chuckled cockily

"Fine" I whine leaning up as he did, he moved in front of me moving my hands up to his bare hips, his chest sweaty and sticky, it was summer, the hottest one in a long time.

"What do you think of playing a little game tonight, you're thirty today and I know you aren't happy which is why you're refusing to leave the room, but you don't look a day past fucking twenty one when I first saw you. So tonight, let's forget everything. Forget we're married and have children. One night, lets re meet" I looked confused for a moment, I was still half asleep slowly waking up.

"Wait..." I say yawning "So, pretend to meet for the first time tonight a Freddie's masquerade ball?" I asked more to confirm

"Yes...I can tell the guys to play along" I laughed falling back on the bed, almost giggling, Roger began crawling up my body placing soft, naughty against my damp skin, moans escaping my lips.

"Fine" I moan giving in

"Oh come on babe, don't ya wanna melt and fall in love with that sexy drummer all over again" I shook my head covering my face blushing.

"You never stopped being that sexy drummer babe" I giggle

"Damn fucking right princess" He growled smashing his lips against mine, his body pressing and humping against mine "Oh...Freddie has some hair dresser coming and has sent a dress and mask up to the room for you. He chose the dress and my suit..." I lean up whacking my head into Rogers, both of us groaning as he laughed.

"A hairdresser?" I mutter

"And makeup artist...whatever the fuck they are called" My eyes glared at Roger,

"You better be joking. I'm thirty, not sixty"

"He wants you looking hot" Roger chuckled

"Oh so I'm not already?"

"In this heat everyone is hot" My eyes fixed on his as I got up pushing past him "Oh princess come on of course you are hot"

"Save you princess bullshit for later, I have to shower and prepare for a makeover I didn't sign up for, so much for sleep right?" I muttered slamming the bathroom door shut. I stared at myself in the mirror, rolling my eyes hearing the bathroom door open and close. His lips brushing over my neckline.

"I've left you alone when you were angry before and all it does it make you angrier" He said whispering against my ear, I groaned feeling his hot breath against my skin "I remember this time I saw this really hot chick in the shower" Roger smirked at me looking at him in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes fuelled with fire "Fuck, she was smoking, like touch her and get third degree burns kinda hot...she didn't see it in herself, she was all shy, covering herself up" And like a switch a smile appeared, he was talking about me.

"But it wasn't then I realised I was fucking lucky" He turned me around "I have to confess something..." I tilted my head "I didn't see you months before, well I did but it wasn't the first time, that was the time I knew I needed you and I knew I was lucky then to see such perfection, and I didn't care about the damage. The first official time I saw was years before, seventy-eight, we were just getting started and Mary pointed you out in the crowd, you were a fan girl she claimed, sweet on me...but you were at the bar, buying a drink and you were beautiful, it was before you dyed your hair black, you wore this flowery pink and white dress, you stuck out in the crowd, your blonde hair, curly, but not too curly, more baby curls. I remember looking at you before going out on stage, but I couldn't bring myself to come and say hi" I brushed my fingers over his cheeks.