"Welcome to my place" Roger said as he unlocked the door to his flat. He opened it, turned on the lights and gestured for me to come inside. I entered the small hallway and took of my black heels.

"Just make yourself at home" He had already kicked of his shoes and now he went inside with the grocery bag. We'd stopped at a gas station to pick up some cigarettes and drinks. 

I looked around. His flat was very similar to mine. I took my notebook and pen out of my purse, before I hung it in the hallway closet. I had to remember the real reason I was here, in Roger's flat, after dark at 12 o'clock; the interview.

"Feel free to take a look around" he said as he grabbed two beers. I walked to the left of the hallway and found his bathroom. It looked alot like my own. Badly lit and with a sink underneath the huge mirror. He had a medicine cabinet on the right side of his mirror, and the shower was next to the toilet. The room smelled just like Roger did. Not that I'd smelled him with purpose tho. His scent had just kinda filled the car on the way to his place...

"Whatcha lookin' for?" he asked as he poked his blonde head through the bathroom door. He startled me. "Umm, nothin' really" I said. "Your flat looks alot like mine. Same hallway, same bathroom.." He nodded and just stood there for a second, looking at me. I hadn't noticed that he'd unbottened his shirt again like he'd did under the concert. I could see his silver necklace resting against his bare chest. He was sorta beautiful...

"So, ya wanna come and have a beer with me? I'll answer all your questions" he said as he put his hands in his pockets. He cracked that half smile again and I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Sure, I almost forgot 'bout it" I said and followed him to his couch. His couch looked old and worn out. In fact all of Roger's furniture looked like somethin' he'd picked up at a yardsale. Who said that all rockstars were rich huh?

"I'd offer ya somethin' to eat but I don't cook that much" he said as he sat down and took a sip of his beer. From the way he lifted the bottle to his lips, It looked like his arms were quite sore from hittin' those drums all night. "S'alright" I said and opened my own bottle. "I'm not that hungry" 

He had a recordplayer sittin' on a beautiful stand made of wood. Underneath it I saw his records neatly stacked together. Looked like he took good care of 'em. I put my beer down on the livingroom table and looked over at Roger.

His eyes were already on me. "What?" I asked, laughing at how he were staring me down. If it had been anybody else than Roger, I would have been creeped out. "Nothin'" he said. He kept staring at me.

"It just looks like you're tearing down my flat with those hazel eyes of yours" Roger said as he smiled. Somethin' inside me couldn't help but dwell on the fact that he'd noticed my eye-color...

I laughed at him. "I like your flat, it's just like my own. Small but just big enough" He smiled and leaned back against the couch.

"Ya know, it's not everyday I get to see the inside of a rockstars flat" I said and nudged his left arm.

"No?" he asked and pulled a Parlament out of his pocket.

"Of course not" I said and offered him my lighter. "I'm proffesional, ya know. I'm not just some groupie who hangs out backstage, waitin' to get laid"

Roger's eyes widen. He seemed suprised I'd put it soo bluntly. 

"Well." He said and lit his cigarette with my lighter. "I never took you for one" He put the lighter on his table, next to our beers. He said it so serously, like he tryed to make a point. "You're too damn classy to be a groupie. The way ya talk, the way ya dress. You could never be a groupie, Jenn" he said.

The way my name sounded when it came from him, was different than anythin' I'd ever heard before. It sounded so important.

"I guess that's a compliment" I said and felt my cheeks blush a little. Thank God this flat was so badly lit. 

"Ya wanna listen to some music?" Roger walked over and sat down by his turntable. With his cigarette between his lips, he flipped through his record collection with squinted eyes.

"I've got some Zeppelin here.." he said and turned the vinyl to look at the tracks.

"Sure" I said and lit a cigarette of my own. To be quite honest, I didn't give a damn. We could have listened to Mozart all night for all I cared.

Even now, I was struggelin' with keepin' my eyes on his face instead of his chest. Roger put the needle down on the first track and came back to the couch.

"Maybe we should get started on the interview" I said and reached for my notebook. I kept forgettin' that I was supposed to work, not hang out with some drummer.

But as I was reaching over, Roger grabbed my hand. "Not yet" he said and looked me straight in the eyes. I looked back at him. I furrowed my brows.

"Why not?" I asked. I realized that his hand was still holding onto mine. It was warm and soft. I'd almost imagined his hands to be rough, from holding onto those drumsticks.

"Cause I don't feel like talkin' bout the gig right now" he said and let go of my hand. He grabbed his beer and turned towards me. His left leg was curled on the couch. He took a sip. "Let's just talk about nothin' for a while, eh?" he said and sighed.

"Talk 'bout nothin'?" I repeated. "That seems impossible" I lit another cigarette and held it between my fingers.

"No, it's not" he said and took a deep breath. "Look, you're doin' it right now, Jenn" It made me giggle.

Even though a part of me really wanted to finish up the interview, another part of me wanted to save it for later..

"Where ya from, Jenn?" It suprised me that he'd ask me somethin' so personal. "Born and raised in London" I said and blew out some smoke.

"But I've always wanted to leave and go somewhere else, ya know? If only my bank account had the same size as my dreams.." I sighed and gave a half-hearted smile.

The recordplayer was still working away in the background. I could hear the soft traffic outside, and the Kensington streetlights were shining into Roger's livingroom.

"I know exactly how ya feel" Roger said and shook his head. "I never wanted to be the boy next-door, ya know? Always felt like I could become somethin' bigger, somethin' important."

He took the cigarette I'd put down in the ashtray and smoked what was left of it. He did it soo effortlessly like we'd known eachother for years.

"It's only now, with the band, that I feel like my dreams are comin' true." His blue eyes lit up as he said it. "We've made some great records, played exciting venues. I'm tellin' ya Jenn, we're goin' places. Big places" he said and gave me a wink.

I believed him. They seemed to be just as arrogant as you needed to be in this buisness. Confident and proud of their work.

"Ya know, I've met alot of new bands and they all tend to say the same things as you, Roger. But ya got somethin' they lack"

I took a sip of my beer, it was still cold. "Yeah?" he said and moved a bit closer, just like a child would  while being told scary stories. I gave him a smile and said "You've got confidence"

That made him smile. He was so boyish and charming. I wondered if he had a girl somewhere...

The next track came through the speakers. Whole Lotta Love.

Roger stood up right away as he recognized the song.

He walked over to the speakers and turned up the volume. He grinned at me. "Dance with me, Jenn!" he shouted over the song.

I bursted out in laughter. I'd never seen someone lookin' as ridicolous as Roger did now. His shirt unbuttoned, his long, blonde hair all messed up. The cig in his mouth. And those well-known dance moves that all fathers pulled of at their daughter's wedding. What a goof...

I got up and he took my left hand in his. He pulled me closer to him and put his free hand on my back. He was a bit taller than me now that I wasn't wearing heels. His bare chest pressed against mine and those babyblue eyes were fixated on me. Fuck, he was so sexy I just couldn't take it.  I took the Parlament from his mouth and put it out in the ashtray.

"Who said I was done with that?" he asked in a highpitched voice. He laughed. I put my hands around his neck. He was so hot, as if his skin was on fire. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to do it.

So I kissed him. His lips were as soft as I'd imagined. He seemed a bit suprised. But his hands found my long hair and he held me tightly against him as we made out. It was a bit hard to breathe. The streetlights kept shinin' on us as we half danced, half hugged, half ate eachothers faces up... He let out a small moan. It was freaking adorable.

I had to pull away to breathe. The session was gettin' a bit heated for the both of us. "I did" I said as to answer his question.

The song was so sexy, it felt like we should have been dancin' naked. It was probably best to keep the clothes on tho.. For now at least..

"Is this a bad idea?" I asked Roger. He still hadn't let go of my hair. He kept looking down at my lips. I noticed how long his eyelashes were. The way he blinked made him look so innocent. Like a schoolboy.

"I'll stop if ya say so. But I'm really hoping you won't" he said while swallowing hard. He was panting a bit.

My mind went through a list of pros and cons.

1. I didn't know this guy. He could be a sadistic murderer. He could be a cannibal for all I knew. Maybe that's why his flat was so badly lit...

2. I never slept around.

3. I had work in the morning.

It was pretty obvious what the pros were.

1. He is freakin' gourgeous.

2. I hadn't had sex in 3 months.

3. He is freakin' gourgeous.

4. He's a drummer.

Roger didn't wait for my answer tho. He grabbed my face with both of his soft, warm hands. He kissed me softly and carefully.

He tasted as sweet as midnight cigarettes... Somethin' was startin' to build up inside of me. I just wanted him so badly.

Suddenly Roger starting pushing me backwards. I took small steps backwards until I had my back against the wall.

Roger looked at me with those babyblue eyes. Slowly he pushed my hair off of my left shoulder. With heavy eyelids he bent down and started kissing my neck. I could feel his tounge tracing my bare skin. Heaven help me now, I thought to myself...

I felt major shivers dancing down my entire spine as Rogers wet lips found the spot behind my ear. I hung onto his shoulders and tugged at his loose shirt.

The same shirt I'd laid eyes on for the first time, just some hours ago. Fuck, what was I doing?

"You're amazing.." I whispered as I intertwined my fingers into his long, sandy hair. I felt his warm breath at my jawline. He was breathin' heavy as well, and his movements were kinda frantic.

"I could eat ya up, Jenn" Roger said in the most husky voice I'd ever heard. Somethin' inside me curled everytime he pronounced my name. It sounded so godamn sexy..

Roger threw his shirt on the floor. I let my fingertips trace his silver necklace. It felt cold against my burnin' skin. He was skinny, but muscular at the same time...

"Come 'ere..." Roger said and took my hand in his. I'd forgotten the fact that we were still up against his wall.

Roger walked me into his bedroom. All my good moral and rules had at this point dissappeared. Roger was intoxicating and I had to have him.

I took of my shirt. Roger kissed my collarbone and put his hands on my back. His lips felt like cotton... His long strands of golden hair tickled my bare skin. The air around us felt heavy. It felt steamy. He had no idea how he was turnin' me on...

Roger laid me down on his bed. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and felt my whole body relax. All the cons were gone, and I saw nothin' but stars and fireworks ahead of me.

As the dawn broke through the bedroom curtains, I heared the buckle of Roger's belt hit the bedroom floor...