Part IX

                                    

                                          
"He's doing it for the bet." Deaky told me. I could always rely on sweet Deaky.
"What bet?"
"Brian said you love Roger, but Freddie said Roger. I would recommend just saying now to get this stupid bet out of the way."
"Fred, I'm with Chrissie."
I knew I had Roger, but that still broke my heart.
"Yeah... Roger."
"I mean you saw them banging on the sofa, what did you expect?" Brian laughed.
"Yeah I would recommend getting off of that sofa Deaky." Fred laughed as Deaky sat on the carpet.
Later on when everyone left I was trying to get some sleep when Roger kicked me in his sleep and murmured something.
"Lucy." He murmured in his sleep.
What the fuck was I doing in his dream?
"Darcie."
Who the fuck is Darcie?
He kicked me again and it was getting on my fucking nerves.
Eventually I fell asleep and woke up to Roger talking on the phone to somebody.
"I'll let her know and call you back later. Yeah bye."
That's when Roger came in and saw that I was awake.
"Oh. Good morning." He said, kissing my forehead.
"Who's Darcie?"
"What?"
"I said who the fuck is Darcie."
"My ex.. where did you hear that name..?"
"You."
"What?" He was getting worried, it was obvious.
"You were talking in your sleep last night."
"Nothing happened, I promise." He said, kissing my forehead again.
I didn't say anything did happen.
"Oh shit. What's the time?"
"Like 10? Why?"
"I have work again."
"I'm not making you go there again."
"Love you." I said.
He just smiled back to me.
That kind of broke me.
Could he not even say it back?
Hours later I was at a café with Marie, and I told her everything.
"Something's going on with him." I told her.
"I hate seeing you like this. Come to mine for a drink later."
"I don't know.. I've been drinking non stop for days straight."
"Okay fine, another time. Just don't go to his place tonight."
"Okay okay. Should I at least let him kn-"
"No! God you're obsessed Lucy." She laughed.
"I'm still concerned about the shirt though."
"So am I. I'm the one who wore it for gods sake!"
Marie had been my best friend for years, but I wasn't going to leave Roger alone. God knows what that man would do. Besides it was like I was attached to him or something.
I knocked on his door and Brian answered the door. God it was like they lived here.
"Hey Lucy." Saying Lucy loudly, probably for Roger to hear.
That's when Roger's head peaks from around the corner.
"Lucy. I didn't think you were coming back."
I brushed past Brian and went into the living room when Roger grabbed my hand and pulled me away.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, suspicious.
"Nothing, I just asked Brain for help with something." He replied, as I watched Brian walk back into the living room. I stared at my hands as he held them tight, rubbing mine with his thumb.
"Go upstairs and I'll be up in a minute." He said, kissing my forehead.
I gave up waiting eventually and just fell asleep, but woke up in the middle of the night, Roger still wasn't in bed and I heard moaning. I felt sick to my stomach, I wanted to check what was happening but I didn't at the same time.
I walked down the stairs in worry, peaking through the door frame. Thank god.
It was the TV.
"You wanna turn that down a bit?" I said, yawning. "Or possibly even go to sleep?"
"Come down." Roger suggested.
I came down the stairs, barely even awake.
He kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear.
"I plan to have you screaming later." He whispered, making me bite my bottom lip and blush.
I sat next to Roger, his hand resting on my thigh and a beer in his other hand.
We all talked for around an hour I'd say, until Brian left. As soon as Roger shut the door he smirked at me and I smirked back.
He undressed me before placing his finger into me repeatedly on the sofa, leaving me breathless.
That's when I spotted Brian had left his keys on the sofa, meaning that he would be back any minute now.
I tried to say "Roger, Brian left his keys", but failed, and it just came out as more moans. I tried to point to them, but was too late when I heard the door open. I tried to contain my moans, but failed. I don't think Roger heard the door open over my moans, he only realised Brian came back once he actually spoke.
"Fucking hell Rog, I was only gone for five minutes."
Roger pulled his finger out and handed Brian his keys.
"Not sure if I want to touch your hand anymore."
I heard the keys jangle, meaning Roger probably threw them at him.
Roger and him talked and talked at the door for ages, until I eventually just fell asleep on the sofa.
I woke up in the morning to all four of them in the living room, while I still laying naked on one of the sofas.
"Finally awake then?" Brian said, smiling to me.
"Jesus! Don't you ever go to someone else's house?" I said in shock, gripping onto the blanket.
"How was you dream last night?" Freddie laughed.
My dream?
"What are you-"
The memories flooded back to me all of a sudden.
Oh my god.
Roger looked at me, smirking.
"I'm gonna get dressed." I said, wrapping the blanket even tighter around me, walking upstairs as Roger followed me up.
"You might want to start bringing your belongings in here. Y'know, if you want to stay here."
I nodded and rummaged through his drawers for some clothes.
"You know last night you were practically shouting. Surprised the neighbours didn't hear you." He laughed. "Oh Roger.. Mmm, fuck Roger yes-"
"Shut up!" I said, laughing.
Suddenly my smile faded when I fished out some random woman's shirt and turned to him, confused.
"Whose is this?"