Have you ever woken up in the loving arms of someone dear to you? It's truly a wonderful feeling. That's how I feel now, as I slowly wake up in the arms of Roger Daltrey. I mean, I barely even know Roger, but something from him is telling me that he does consider me more than just a one-night-stand. Maybe it's his sleeping embrace, which I'm not bothering to wake up.
But alas, he wakes up anyhow. He smiles at me, and I hug him tighter, caressing his muscular and hairless chest. His skin is soft and silky, and his blue eyes sparkle brightly. I'm quite glad that he kept his end of the bargain. Because I met him, it might be the best I ever had.
"Oh, my Mysterious Emily, 'ow was your night?" he coos, making me feel weak. I absolutely LOVE the way he says "mysterious".
"Very, very good... 'ow was yours, Rog?" I reply.
His answer is to kiss me. A very full and long kiss. It feels wonderful, and I wrap my arms around his silky shoulders. He hugs me tightly, and I return the embrace.
Suddenly, he slides his hand up the back of my shirt again. This time, instead of pushing him away, I pull him closer, and he continues to cover me with kisses. Now he's sliding down his lips, onto my neck.
"Emily... I want you... I love you..."
"Rog... I love you too... Rog... Rog." I stop, and pull away again. "Wait! Rog, do you... do you mean that? The part about loving me?"
Roger looks disappointed at my pulling away, but then I see seriousness cross his face. "Of course I do! D'ya think I say that to just anybody?"
"Frankly... yes. 'Un, I do like you an' all, I like you quite a lot. But as I said before, I'm not ready to do that yet, Rog. 'M only 17!"
"Olright, olright. 'M surry. 'S just that I feel so strongly... attracted to you, I guess I might've mistaken it for love. I am sorry. I just want you..." he trails off, kissing me.
"Rog... olright. But please don't tell me you love me, 'til you're sure, please. I don' wanna get 'urt."
"Olright, my Mysterious Emily... I won't 'urt you, evah."
I sigh, hugging Roger. I can only imagine what he is thinking as he kisses the top of my head, and nestles it under his chin.
"Well... I think it's time for me to get dressed. D'you 'ave a washing machine? I could wash me clothes from yesterday while I take a showah."
"Yeah," he says. "It's in the basement--the landlord owns it. After ya get in, I'll take those, too."
"Olright. Just wait."
Now that I've stepped into the shower, I can hear Rog coming in and taking the clothes. Oh, damn it, there's no shampoo! Ducking my head out of the curtain, I say, "Rog, there's no shampoo or anythin' to wash me 'air wif!"
Roger cheekily replies, "Hmm, are you in need of some assistence, I 'ope?"
"The shampoo, if you don't mind."
"Aww... nuffin' else? Fine, fine. 'Ere, lemme get it for you." He pokes his hand through the shower curtain, producing a bottle of shampoo. I stick my head out again, and give him a quick kiss.
"Thanks."
Good. He left my towel where I could get to it. I quickly jog into the bedroom, where Roger sits, holding my clothes. "They're all done," he says, giving me a once-over, now that I'm only in my towel.
"Olright, 'un, thanks. Now, please leave so I can get dressed," I tell him.
"Olrighty..." he sighs. My dear lord, he's STILL got his sights set on seeing me naked already. Well, at least he has the decency to leave.
Now that I'm dressed, I yell to him that he can come in. He does, and says, "You still look nice, babe. I called in a sick day at work so we can 'ang out."
"Really? Where do you work?" I ask, somewhat curious. I myself, have a job as a waitress.
Roger looked kinda embarassed. "Well... it's, um... I'm a sheet-metal worker." As his sentence went on, the words had gotten quieter, and quieter, and quieter.
"Oh... 's nuffin' to be embarassed 'bout, 'oney! B'lieve me, 've got a job as a waitress meself. Besides, must be 'ow you got that body!" I reassure him, hugging his still-bare chest as proof. " 'M mighty glad ya got that..."
Roger smiles, and tilts my chin to kiss me. God, those blue eyes of his! When the kiss is done, he holds me and says, "Thanks, 'un. 'Ey... wot of your job, then?"
"Well, me shift doe'n't start 'til noon, an' I'll call in once I'm back at me apartment. Care to join me?" I invite him.
"Sure," Rog replies, kissing me again. "Just lemme take my shower." He goes to do so, so I lounge on his couch, watching some telly. There's nothing on, so I decide to go make his bed for him. I'm so bored! I'll get him an outfit out for today, too. I hope he doesn't mind--I mean, well... I won't get an outfit out. It'll seem too "homey".
Oh, Rog is getting out of the shower now. Hmm, I'll wait for him like he did for me, eh?
"Oh... 'ello, M. Oh... y'didn't 'ave to make me bed, 'un. I woulda done it," Roger's saying.
" 'S olright," I tell him, kissing HIM when HE'S only in a towel, hee hee! But now he's starting to get a little uncomfortable, so I walk back out.
Roger's finally dressed, and he walks out of his room wearing a tight grey sweater and tight dark grey slacks, which look fabulous on him.
"Wow! You look... extr'ordin'ry. I mean it... crikey, lookin' like that, you must 'ave gahls all ovah you all of the time, eh?"
He blushes a little at the sudden and obvious comment. To stop himself from blushing further, he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me. I respond just as fully, runnin gmy hands through his short, soft, and somewhat damp hair. "Thanks, babe," he says. "Shall we go back to your apartment now?"
I nod, and we hold hands as we walk out the door.
We're in his tiny car now, not having to take the van. The car feels so cozy, and I cuddle up to Roger again. He holds me, rubbing my shoulders, sliding his hand down to my waist. It's too cold to push away, so we hug tighter. " 'Un, wot you said before about wanting me..." I start, and Rog glances at me. "I feel that I want you, too. But... I've never felt this way 'bout anyone else, Rog... only you."
"If we feel like we'd be togethah forevah, it'd really be olright. I 'ate to say it, but wot I did before? It wa'n't right. But it's different wif you, my Mysterious Emily. I don't 'ave the slightest idea why, but it IS different wif you," Roger replies. At this time, we had just gotten to my apartment.
"Well, um... make yourself comfortable," I tell him. "I've got to call me work an' get dressed."
He nods an "okay", and I go to call my work, feigning a horrible stomachache. They're letting me stay home, so I pick out a periwinkle blue sweater, and a darker blue skirt. I walk out of my room, looking at Roger for his approval.
He smiles, and motions me over to the couch. I sit so close to him that I'm almost on his lap. We kiss for a while, and it feels good to play "hookey" from work for a day. Then he starts rubbing my leg, so I reach and run my fingers through his hair. I love the way his hair feels, all those tiny, soft curls that he didn't bother to straighten today. Again, he moves his lips down onto my neck, his hands under my shirt. I start to push away a little, but then he pulls me tighter, laying me down almost horizontal on the couch.
"Stop! Rog, we... we..."
Roger instantly backed away. " 'M surry, Emily, really, I am. I'm pushing too far, again. 'S just tha' I really want you... an' you said tha' you wanted me too. I can't get the idea of us togethah out of me 'ead... 'm surry."
I sighed. " 'S okay, Rog. 'Ey, I was pushin' you, too. But..."
"You don't really want me."
"No! I mean, yes! I mean, no you're wrong, because I do want you. But... all this wanting won't get us anywhere. Wha' we need to know, for sure, is that we love each othah. 'Cause wifou' love, it'll nevah be anythin' special, Rog. 'Ve nevah 'ad it, meself."
"Nevah?" Rog askes me, a look of disbelief on his face as he glances me over.
"Nope." I add in a whisper, "And I want YOU to be me first."
"Wow... I feel 'onored..." he trails off, kissing me again. "When should we do this, hmm?"
"Not 'til I'm sure I'm in love wif you," I tell him.
"And when do ya plan to find tha' out?"
"Oh," I reply, "it's merely a case of when you choose to show me it, truthfully, not just a shag."
"You drive an 'ard bargain," he says to me jokingly.
"Well, lemme put it this way," I start. "You're olready on the fastest and right track there."
He smiles. "Am I, now?"
My answer to his question is to kiss him, putting my all into it.
"Oh..." he sighs, after the 30-minute kiss is done. "I guess so..."
He wraps his arms around me, and I do the same to him. "So..." I start, "where do ya wanna go today, hmm? Anyplace special?"
"Whaddya say the art school that Pete's at? Tha' oughta be fun, eh?"
"Fine by me!" I reply, and we kiss again.
Now we get into my car (I had merely walked to the Marquee last night, it's very close), and he gets into the passenger side, for once! He wraps his arms around my waist, cuddling to me in my car like I usually did to him in his. My response is to take my left hand off the wheel and put it onto his waist. He laughs, I laugh, and he kisses me on the cheek. Soon we see many, many trees, and we arrive at the school grounds. I don't know what he wants to do here, but it should be fun.
Over a few feet, Pete is sitting, eating lunch. He seems to be enjoying the view... until he spots us. " 'Ey, wot're you two doin' 'ere?" he snaps, obviously annoyed at the very presence of me and Roger.
"Oh, I decided it'd be fun to show M 'ow mature you lads are at school!" Rog taunts back.
"Well, at least I'm gettin' an 'igher education than YOU, Mr. I-Was-Thrown-Out-For-Me-Fights-Daltrey!" Pete replies, trying to dig deep.
Roger answers, "Yeah, but 'm gettin' laid."
Pete finishes his argument with a climatic, "Fuck off, Daltrey!"
Rog smiles smugly, and wraps his arm around my waist. I hold back my laughter, and play along, as if Roger and I had shagged.
Pete scowls at us. Roger laughs, and says, "Well, we'll leave you in peace out 'ere to finish your lunch, eh? Buh-bye!"
Pete scowls again. That seems to be his only working bodily function, I guess. "Fine. Bye then."
I say "bye" to him, and then Roger and I go on our merry way, back to the car.
Now that we're both back at my car, Roger tells me that he wants to drive. I let him have the keys. He says, "I've got a special place tha' I wanna show you." He looks me square in the eye--he's being sincere, I see.
We drive on for miles and miles, until we pull up to a little clearing. Thank Heaven it doesn't snow much in Feburary in England. But there's always the chance of a cold drizzle, so you have to be careful. It's a simple and plain place, but that's partly what makes it so beautiful. "Wow... Rog, wha' is this place? 'S lovely."
Roger smiles shyly. "When I was lit'le, me parents used to drive us kids out 'ere, and we'd run around a bit. I don't know why they did, but it was always fun."
I smile back. "An' you wanted to show me this? Wow... I feel 'onored, an' I don' even know why. Well, d'you wanna tork?"
"Sure," he answers, sitting down on the ground. I sit down, too. He leans against a lone tree, and I lean against him. "You olready know why 'm not in school... Pait told ya. But, why aren't you in 'igh school?"
I feel sad, remembering all the pain in my own reason. "Well... 's just... I used to 'ave real 'igh marks, y'see. Then, me dad died in an 'orrible plane crash, and I lost all intrest in school. Me marks dropped real low. They said to me, 'Either drop out or we'll kick you out.' So, I 'ad to drop out. That's when me mum, so disappointed in me, kicked me outta the 'ouse." I start to cry, wanting to hold back my tears.
"Oh... oh, Emily, oh, 'm so surry! I di'n't mean to... 'ere, 'ere, le's go back to your apartment, then. C'mun, le's go." Roger pretty much carries me over to the car. He drives again, me crying into his shoulder the whole time. He comforts me, making me feel so much better. No one else had ever cared enough to take the time to dry my tears, before. By the time we got back to my apartment, I felt alright again.
Roger and I sit down on my couch. Now it is 3:36 pm. He cuddles with me, and suddenly, it's as if a lightbulb goes off in my head. "Would you excuse me a minute, Rog? Just wait 'ere."
"Sure, okay," he says, smiling. Man, he always smiles! (Not that that's a bad thing...)
I walk into my room, and draw the curtains. It's a cloudy day anyway, so now no light is getting in. I light the only candle I have, a peppermint one that smells lovely. I get changed into my nicest nightgown, a silk one, hoping that I look alright. I yell through the door, sounding perfectly casual, "Rog, could you c'mere for a minute?"
When he walks through the door, his mouth drops open. He stutters, "Em-m-m-ily?"
"Roger," I reply, "when you brought me to that clearing tht reminded you of your childhood, you had almost made it. But when you comforted me about my life, you touched my soul. Rog... I love you."
He still looks a bit taken aback, and then quietly remarks, "You're the only one I evah showed that place to, M... I love you, too."
I walk closer to him, and we kiss. Then Roger pulls me into the bed with him, and for once, I don't push away, and I don't plan to, either.