After concert

                                    

                                          
1974
We ran out hand in hand laughing like idiots. Running to his car I opened the passenger side and he came to the drivers side, shutting and locking it.
We breathed heavily smiling and looking out of the window.
We tried not laughing ourselfs to death.
"God I wish that happend often." I finally said turning to Roger.
"Absolutely. We can. Next concert. But if we keep pranking him every after concert then it wont be funny anymore. You?" He asked looking at me with a small smile, his lips slightly parted still breathing.
"Eh, I guess. Hes too smart so it will probably get boring." I said. 
"Hm. Well, now what? Oooooh I know something." Roger said sarcasticlly, smirking and leaning into my face. 
I giggled resting my elbows on his shoulders as he glidid his lips onto mine so smoothly. Moving our lips in sync, we sped it up going faster and moaning into his mouth.
Still kissing, he went on top of me finding the lever to lower the seat. Grabbing it he lowered us so the seat was completely down in a laying position like us at this point. 
10 mins later
We made out passionetly on the seat both almost butt naked as heavy metal rock guitar just played. His hair was stuck to his neck and to his sweaty forehead. 
He bit my lips and I hissed out of breath after our...10 MINUTE MAKE OUT SESSION?!
I streched my arms above my head panting and smiling. Roger kissed my boob softly and while still sitting on my hips reached over grabbing a ciggarette from the back pocket of his stage pants.
Holding it between his lips he lit it, letting out a puff of smoke.
He looked down at me, fidgeting with my nails, spreading my fingers to get a better look at them. Looking at me with non-hooded eyes he smirked and chuckled.
"What?" I asked on my elbows giving him the sexy smirk. 
"Nothing nothing just looking at your breasts." He said nonchalantly as if it was nothing, flicking the ash into an ashtray. 
"eHEM." I coughed jokingly. "Come lay down here." He said getting up and moving to sit on top of the lowered front passenger seat. He patted the space beside him, well on his chest.
I layed down, one hand on his chest playing with the chains around his neck.
"You know its bad for you, right?" I asked him kissing his neck comfortingly.
"Sigh. I know. Cant stop." He said taking a drag and blowing out a long line of smoke.
"I can help you baby." I said carressing his face and running my thumb across his bottom lip as he looked at me. "You sure?" He asked quietly, unsure in his voice.
"Of course I am baby! Its better to not do any addictions. Dont even start them. I know its hard. But, I dont want your lungs to get damaged. My babys lungs." I said snuggling my face in his neck with a whine. 
With a sigh and nod he said
"Okay." Putting out the last ciggarette he turned back to me smiling.
"Really?" I asked rising up a bit.
"Yeah. Ill try. When your with me I know it will work. I wanna try and stop for good." He said also sitting up.
I teared up.
"For me?" I asked sniffing.
"For you my darling. I love you madly." He said kissing me softly. I hugged him tightly, pressing my head against his chest hearing his steady hearbeat.
Brrathing in tears still streaming down my face I said
"I love you too Roggie. Hmhp." 
Roger smiled hugging me tighter, hoping, beyond hope that this will work.
No more smoking anything.