Sorry it's taken so long! My editor-in-chief has been busy so I'm daring to post a chapter without her guidance…I'm praying there aren't any mistakes. I own nothing, enjoy the workings of my imagination.
"You know, I think that Rock God of yours exists." Maureen told Roger as they sat in the back of the band's van.
"Really?" Roger raised his eyebrows, "I thought you were…what's that thing called…Agnotic."
"Agnostic?" Maureen giggled, "I am, but we're here playing a huge club so all of your 'praying' must've paid off somehow."
"So now you're…Rockgodstic?"
"Sure, why the hell not?" Maureen sipped her beer.
"How many of those have you had?" Roger laughed.
"Only a few." She shoved him lightly, "I'm allowed to drink. It's all you tonight."
"Gee, thanks for reminding me." Roger muttered.
"Oh come on, are you really nervous?" Maureen asked, looking surprised.
"Maybe…"
"Oh my Rock God, you are capable of normal human emotion?" Maureen squealed and threw her arms around him, "You've come so far, Rog! I'm proud!"
Roger shoved her off of him, laughing.
Sully hopped into the van and sat down next to Maureen, "You're gonna make Max jealous."
"Who the hell is Max?" Maureen released Roger.
"…Your boyfriend?" Sully said slowly.
"You mean Mark?" Roger supplied.
"Oh. Yeah. Him." Sully shrugged, "I was close."
"Yeah, you had the first letter right, go Sully." Maureen teased.
"Whatever, you're gonna make him jealous."
"Of what?" Maureen laughed incredulously, "I was just giving Roger a congratulatory hug."
"That's how it always starts. A 'congratulatory hug' which turns into a congratulatory blow job and before you know it, you're in the midst of a full blown affair which could have been prevented had you just done a congratulatory high-five."
"You're whacked." Maureen shook her head, "Go check your guitar or something."
"Consider that a warning man." Sully said to Roger then hopped out of the van, "Come on, we need to get ready." Then he disappeared inside.
"Well." Maureen tapped her foot against the bottom of the van.
"I should go inside." Roger muttered awkwardly.
"Well," Maureen repeated, "Here's your congratulatory high-five."
Roger laughed and returned the high-five, "But no good luck blow job?" He pouted.
"How about a good luck air kiss?" Maureen suggested.
"Lame." Roger sighed, "But I suppose that works."
Maureen blew him a kiss and Roger fluttered his hands in front of his face, pretending to swoon, "Oh go away you buffoon." Maureen giggled, kicking him lightly.
Roger bowed gallantly then bounded into the club.
Maureen shook her head, laughing at Roger. She slid out of the van and slammed the doors shut. When she turned around, Collins was standing behind her. Like, seriously, right behind her. Maureen shrieked in shock, jumping back against the van, "Holy shit, Collins." She clutched her heart.
Collins was shaking with laughter, "Man, you scare easily."
"I think that was understandable," Maureen was still holding her chest, "I mean, really tall man standing behind you in a dark alley. Come on."
"My apologies." Collins held up his hands, "I will do no such thing again."
"That's all I ask." Maureen laughed, her heart finally beating normally.
"So Maureen." Collins began thoughtfully.
"So Collins." Maureen replied, just as seriously.
"I have this feeling. About you and Roger."
"What about us?" Maureen leaned back against the van, bracing herself.
"Look, Maureen, he's an attractive guy, you're a beautiful girl, you're both rather loud and opinionated…I'm just thinking that maybe you've developed a little desire for one another. Kindred spirits and all."
"Collins, that's absolutely ridiculous!" Maureen tried to sound surprised and annoyed, "I'm dating Mark!"
"So? From what I've learned, stuff like that doesn't matter. It happens all the time and there's nothing wrong with it!"
Maureen raised her eyebrows, "You're condoning cheating?"
"No. I'm saying you have 2 choices: break up with Mark so you can romp about with Roger or suppress your feelings and stay away from him."
"Or I can just walk away from you cause you're talking crazy." Maureen brushed past him.
"Maureen, I'm not judging you or anything. I just want you to think about it. Mark…well…he probably wouldn't hold it against you, I don't think. He's Mark. I think he'd rather you came clean."
"Collins." Maureen ran her fingers through her hair, "I appreciate the advice, but I have nothing to come clean about so please, can we not?"
"Sure." Collins obviously didn't believe her, she could see it in his eyes, but he let it go and walked her inside.
Once they'd split and Collins had gone into the crowd to find Mark, Maureen took a detour into the bathroom and closed herself in a stall, thinking hard. In her heart, Maureen knew that she had to make her choice: Roger or Mark. She felt an attraction to Roger, a pull towards him. He has beautiful eyes and strong arms and, despite the fact that he definitely dyes his hair, he's sexy. Maureen knew that whatever went down between them would be hot and intense, the kind of passion every women searches for; but there was no guarantee it would last.
Mark, on the other hand, was sweet and caring. He too had beautiful eyes and there was something appealing about his richly pale skin. He will love her till the day he dies and take care of her no matter what.
Maureen groaned then got up and left the bathroom, smiling sheepishly at the long line of women bouncing on their feet, trying not to pee themselves. She got to her place in the shadows by the entrance to the stage as Roger and his band began their set. As always, Maureen placed herself so that she could watch what was going on while also dance foolishly to their music. She knew it was the end when the opening chords to their latest song "Angel" began.
"I'm alone, yeah I don't know if I can face the night…" Roger crooned; Maureen could practically hear girls swooning. "I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you. I want your love. Let's break the walls between us, don't make it tough." Maureen stood up and swayed to the song, enjoying the crowd going wild probably as much as the boys on stage did. After a long guitar solo from Sully (he's probably smirking to himself on stage Maureen thought), the end of the song came with Roger's closing line: "Come and save me tonight."
And it was in that moment that Maureen made up her mind.
One blaze of glory
Maureen had to wait until the band had disappeared outside for some victory drinks and Mark and Collins had gone to the store to pick up food for the impromptu party back at the flat. In typical rock star fashion, Roger was hamming it up for some pathetic groupies that were far too young for him. Maureen rolled her eyes as she listened to their giggles and squeals. Eventually Roger got bored and came back, grinning at Maureen when he saw her.
"Maureen, we got the slot here! Friday nights! That's prime!" Roger picked her up and spun her around, "And it's all thanks to you!"
Maureen laughed and clung to Roger, waiting for him to put her back down. Once he had, she grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket and pulled him down to her level so that her lips were against his ear, "I changed my mind." She whispered, "Let's do it."
"You mean it it?" Roger pulled away to look her.
"I mean whatever it was that you wanted to do that I pushed you away for. So yeah, I suppose 'it it' works."
Roger smirked wickedly then lifted her up again and slammed her against the wall behind her. Already his lips were at her throat, on her jaw, his hands sliding up her shirt.
Maureen appreciated his eagerness, but she couldn't really do anything with her back against the walls and her legs clamped around his waist so she released her legs and caught herself against the wall.
"Who are you, Cat Woman?" Roger murmured against her hair.
Maureen purred then grabbed his hand and dragged him into a back room where they proceeded to explore each other in ways that neither Maureen nor Roger had ever been explored before. Due to the fact that there were people waiting for them, it had to be quick, but Maureen promised that after Mark passes out that night, she'd go to him.
Outside, Sully, Micah, and Johnny were dancing around, singing David Bowie obnoxiously.
"I can tell why you're the lead singer now." Maureen quipped to Roger, trying to make her hair look slightly less like Medusa's snakes.
"You mean you couldn't figure it out based off my amazing vocals?" Roger pouted.
"Well…that too, I guess." Maureen winked then went over to the boys and forced them into the van so they could go back to the flat.
Later that night, after copious amounts of alcohol, toasting and general yelling, Mark was asleep and Maureen was lying awake next to him. "Mark." She whispered, poking his shoulder. When he didn't wake up, she eased off the mattress and padded out of the room.
Roger was sitting up in bed, his guitar in his arms, as always, "Hey." He whispered.
"Oh hi." Maureen replied, sitting down across from him on the bed, "You waited up for me?"
"It wasn't necessarily by choice." Roger waved his hand in the general area of his crotch.
"Is someone having a problem?" Maureen smirked, pleased to finally have a man desperately wanting her again.
"Maybe. Plus the scratches on my back are throbbing. I think you're poisonous."
"And yet that hasn't kept you from waiting for me." Maureen reached over and took his guitar, gently placing it aside.
"There's nothing wrong with a little pain." Roger defended, "Besides, I'm sure you've got bruises on your back from the wall thing."
"I do indeed. I'm hoping they fade by tomorrow."
"You'll definitely have more bruises by tomorrow, so I wouldn't hope too hard." And with that, Roger pounced, expertly rolling so that she was under him, trapping her, finally taking her just the way he wanted.
Okay I didn't want to change the rating for the story, so I decided to just imply the sexual explorations. Let me know if you think it was too much or too little since I've written M stories before, but not for ages. PascalIsMyBaby1025, I'm glad you like the story. BeforeTheSongDies, "something" happened! I hope you approve of it! I hoping I can update soon, I'll do my best. Please review. Much thanks! =0)