Taylor snuggled against John's chest, as they both sprawled on the clean white bed of their hotel room. He tenderly wrapped his bare arms around her, kissing the top of her head, closing his eyes. They were both exhausted after their first day visiting the Japanese capital.

After they went to the flower market, they got back to the hotel room to call Tomohisa and suggest that he could bring them to a place he particularly liked, for they did not really know what to visit. As the temperature outside was warm, Taylor changed herself and put on shorts, putting her burgundy velvet trousers back in her suitcase.

When they found Tomohisa in front of the hotel, Taylor gave him the bunch of flowers she bought him at the flower market. She was surprised to see tears forming in his eyes, as he thanked them warmly. The driver could not help but repeat that his wife would love those flowers so much, as she had been looking for some like those for a long time with no success.

Tomohisa took the couple to Yoyogi Park in Shibuya, where a lot of musicians and artists gathered to show what they could do. There was a rock band playing a song by Queen, and John felt incredibly honoured, since the song they played was Spread Your Wings. There were rockabilly bands here and there, shamisen players, soul singers, and painters. Saying that Taylor was enchanted would be a terrible euphemism; her eyes could not stop shining as they made their way through the park, meeting all the artists. Some of them recognised John and asked for autographs and pictures. John, nice and shy, accepted, feeling awkward. Usually, he did not sign a lot of autographs, as people went up to Roger, Freddie and Brian most of the time. He was just a wallflower.

The couple invited their taxi driver to a sushi bar, paying for him. Tomohisa told them what the most delicious sushis and makis were, showing John how to eat with chopsticks properly, as he kept making them slip between his fingers. It was quite surprising, knowing he went to Japan twice.

In the afternoon, Tomohisa brought Taylor and John to Meiji Shrine, a Shinto temple. Taylor, curious as usual, asked him a lot of questions concerning their religion and the way they practised. John took a lot of pictures of the place, but not when they were inside, as he considered that it was disrespectful.

After they went to a fast food restaurant, John and Taylor were at the hotel, thanks to Tomohisa, who drove them back. And here they were, lying on the bed, cuddling.

John ran a hand through Taylor's hair, for she undid her ponytail. She grinned and kissed his chin endlessly, her eyelids closed. Aside from the sound of her lips stroking his skin and their breath, absolutely no sound could be heard in the room. They relaxed there, for a long moment, half asleep, stroking each other's cheeks or hair.

About an hour later, Taylor completely woke up, and saw that John was too. She cleared her throat, knowing that her voice would sound awful, since she had not spoken for all this time. She ran a fingertip on his nose, kissing its side from time to time.

“I wonder how Malo is” she whispered, lightly frowning. “Do you think Freddie remembers to feed her everyday? I know that Suzy left for the weekend.”

“Don't worry about that, Freddie would never forget to feed a cat. He loves cats so much, and whenever he sees a dying one, it's him who's dying!”

They chuckled quietly, and Taylor rested her head on John's shoulder, stroking his ear with her nose. He shuddered lightly with a grin, taking her hand and massaging her skin with his thumb. He took a look at his wristwatch and counted something.

“What are you thinking about?” she said.

“The jet lag. There's about nine hours between England and Japan. It's half past nine, which means that it's half past noon there.”

“Why are you thinking about that?”

“Perhaps we could call at home, just to see if Freddie is there!”

“Oh yes, yes, yes!”

She smiled sweetly, covering John's cheek with kisses, making him laugh loudly. They jumped out of bed, and looked at the phone.

“Yeah” Taylor frowned “but how do we call abroad from this phone?”

“Perhaps we can call from the reception.”

“Let me ask them.”

Taylor kissed his lips tenderly and put on her shoes again, sneaking out of the room. She quietly went up to the elevator, and pressed the button. When she went to the reception, the same receptionist who was there the night before was reading the same book behind the counter. She stood before it and lightly leant in, as if she feared to make too much noise.

“Good evening, sir.”

“Good evening” he replied with a strong accent “may I help you?”

“Sure, I would like to give a call.”

“Where does the person you would like to call live?”

“England.”

“Oh, you can call directly from your room. Many of our customers come from England, so we enabled them to call from their room.”

“Thank you very much! Is there anything to diall before the English number?”

“Only click on the button UK, it will diall it automatically.”

“Thank you, sir. Good luck for tonight.”

“Thank you. Have a good one.”

Taylor smiled and headed towards the elevator, going back to the room. She found John on the bed, staring at the ceiling and moving his feet. She hid in the corridor, as he did not hear or see her. John was singing, improvising, and Taylor pressed her mouth against her mouth so he would not stop when he would notice she was there.

“Taylor, I couldn't... love you more, you're the woman I love the most, so... let's... eat cheese on toast!”

Taylor chuckled and tried to be as quiet as possible. She rushed in the bedroom, making John jump and blench, before running up to him, jumping on the bed and hugging him tightly. She was laughing out loud, and John was blushing, not expecting her to hear this horrible song he had just sung. She kissed his cheek sweetly, before stroking his lips with hers, closing her eyes and giggling at the same time.

John pulled away lightly and looked at Taylor.

“Sorry for what you've just heard, I know it's the most horrible song ever.”

“I think it was cute. Funny, but cute.”

He chuckled and kissed her again.

“By the way, what did the receptionist tell you about the telephone?”

“We can call directly from our room. There's a UK button, which immediately dials the number to give a call for England.”

“Great! Let's see if this works.”

They jumped out of the bed and walked up to the table, where the telephone was. They dragged the two chairs and sat before it. John took the handset and pushed the UK button, before dialling their home number.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee–

“Hello?”

John smiled widely and cleared his throat.

“Hey, Freddie? It's John and Taylor!”

“Oh fuck, they're alive! THEY'RE ALIVE!”

He laughed, and Taylor smiled, though she could not hear anything from the conversation. John pressed the button, which enabled her to.

“Taylor can hear you now.”

“Hey, my darling!” Freddie happily shouted in the telephone. “How are you?”

“Hi, Fred! Very well, thanks! How about you?”

“Doing great too! Oh my goodness, it's so good to hear you two! Hold on a second.”

They heard Freddie covering the handset with his hand, and shout in the house. John and Taylor shared a puzzled look and shrugged. Freddie pressed the handset against his ear again.

“There are two other guys who would like to say hello!”

“HELLOOOOOOOOOO!” two other voices sang through the telephone.

It was obvious to know who they were. A hoarse voice and a sweet but deep one. It could only be Roger and Brian. They chuckled and got closer to the handset.

“How are our two favourite newlyweds?” Roger said.

“Very well! How about you, Carboy?” John teased.

“Way better now!” Roger answered, before he paused. “So, how's the child?”

“The child?” Taylor repeated.

“Uh, it's not in our plans for the moment” John said, a bit embarrassed.

“Yeah, that's what they all say!” the drummer teased “They say they don't want children, they go on their honeymoon, shag-shag-shag, and nine months after, BOOM! A crying monster called baby.”

The couple burst out laughing, and they heard someone punching Roger in the arm. Then, Brian's voice sounded.

“Don't listen to him, you know he's only a stupid little blondie!”

“Fuck you, Brian.”

They all giggled and Brian kept talking.

“So, what's Japan like? Deaky, did you show her the places we went to?”

“Nah, we'll go tomorrow, I think” the bass player replied. “For now, we only went to a flower market, Yoyogi Park and Meiji Shrine.”

“What's that?” Freddie asked.

“Yoyogi Park is a sort of wild green area in Shibuya, we saw so many artists there, it was wonderful. HEY! Guess what! There was a and trying to imitate us, and they were singing Spread Your Wings!”

“Oooh, sweet!” Roger said. “Did they recognise you?”

“Obviously. I took pictures with some people, and I signed some autographs.”

“Pretty cool” Brian smiled. “By the way, do you want me to get Malo?”

“Oh yes, yes!” Taylor shouted happily. “How's she?”

“She's doing great” Freddie answered, “she eats everything I give her, she broke nothing in the house, she poops and pees in her litter. Everything's perfect, she's adorable!”

“She scratched my hand” Roger whined. “I bled, you know!”

“You didn't have to piss her off either, Rog” Brian sighed. “He was scratching her belly, and she doesn't like that. Cats don't like that.”

“Mine does!” Freddie protested.

“Are you talkin' 'bout your cat or Mary?” Roger teased the singer.

“Aw, shut up, Rog.”

“Guys, come on!” Brian sighed. “Hold on, I'm going to catch Malo somewhere.”

Taylor and John smiled at each other, before tenderly kissing. They held hands as they chatted with Freddie and Roger while Brian was away. A few minutes later, they heard muffle miaowings in the background, and Taylor's heart leapt in her chest.

“Malo!”

She heard Brian chuckle softly, as he took the handset and got it closer to Malo. John grinned, as he heard Freddie letting out a long “awwww”. Malo's paws hit the handset a few times.

“Malo?” Taylor called. “Hello Malo!”

Malo miaowed and started to purr, making everybody laugh. John wrapped an arm around Taylor's shoulders, calling Malo as well. The kitten started to miaow madly near the handset.

“She's looking everywhere!” Roger chuckled. “Hey, Malo, where are Deaky and Taylor? Where are they?”

“Don't scratch her belly, Roger” Freddie warned the drummer.

“Come on, she won't ged mat a second ti– OUCH!”

“Told ya.”

They all laughed, except Roger, who whined. Brian said that Malo did not want to be carried around anymore, and put her down. John yawned and Taylor looked at him.

“Well, guys” she started, “I think we're going to hang up. John is really tired and so am I. It was nice hearing from you!”

“What time is it in Japan?” Brian asked.

“Almost ten in the evening.”

“Oh shit! Well, have a good night, then! I'm glad to hear that you're doing great!”

“Thank you, Bri. Good night everybody! And thanks for Malo, by the way.”

“You're welcome!” Freddie sang. “I love taking care of her, she's just adorable, really! Apparently, she loves me to bits!”

“Hey, don't steal our cat!” John protested, laughing.

“I'm not cruel enough to do that. I'm just a poor Freddie.”

Brian and Roger chuckled, before singing.

“He's just a poor Freddie, from a poor Freddiely!”

The group burst out laughing. John rubbed his eyes, and Taylor told him to get to bed already. They said goodbye to their friends and hung up. She stretched her back, before walking up to her suitcase, opening it and staring at her pyjamas for a minute. Eventually, she decided that she would not wear them. She turned her head to look at John. He was getting undressed, and he was removing his boxers, showing his backside to his wife.

Taylor giggled and silently climbed on the bed, crawling up to him, and kissing his bottom. John jumped and chuckled, leaning in to give her forehead a kiss, burying his fingers in her hair at the same time.

“Aren't you going to change yourself?” he said quietly.

“I think I'm going to sleep naked tonight. I'm too lazy to put on some other clothes, to be honest.”

“You know that I particularly don't mind.”

“I know youu don't, pervert.”

John laughed and looked at his shorts, which he finally threw on his suitcase, spinning round to face Taylor.

“Solidarity.”

“I'm so touched.”

She giggled and grabbed his hand, kissing it softly. John smiled and ran up to the bathroom, wiggling his hips. Taylor burst out laughing, rolling on her back on the bed. John closed the bathroom door, and Taylor stood up to remove her shorts and her t-shirt. She folded them and put them on the floor. She pulled the sheets and buried herself under them, grinning happily as the warmth of the bed suddenly took hold of her.

She heard John unlocking the bathroom door and turned her head. He appeared, scratching his genitals. Taylor rolled her eyes with a grin.

“John Deacon, I swear you're so romantic and elegant.”

John raised his eyebrows and smirked. He stepped back and leant on the door frame, imitating Freddie. Taylor tried to refrain from laughing.

“Hello darling!” John said in a high-pitched voice. “Is this lovely lady waitin' for me? Is she waitin' for this perfect body?”

“Shut up, John!” she chuckled. “Come and hug me instead!”

“HERE I COME!”

He ran up to the bed and jumped on it, making the mattress and the bed base squeak furiously. Taylor laughed and covered herself with the sheets, while John was roaring and trying to tickle her. He found a way to pull the sheets and buried himself under them, making Taylor shout. As he wrapped his arms around her, she could not escape. His fingers poked her ribs and tickled her stomach and armpits.

“STOP IT, JOHN!” she gasped. “STOOOP!”

John laughed and stopped, kissing her neck instead and squeezing her against his warm chest. She snuggled against him, kissing his collar bones. Then, John stretched out his arm and switched off the light. He slightly jumped when he felt Taylor's lips on his neck, lightly biting it. He moaned quietly and turned to her.

“That's cruel, dear.”

“Nah.”

She kept biting John's neck, grinning as he shuddered under her fingers. She stopped and curled up, tying her legs with his, entwining her fingers with his as well. She smiled at the thought of Malo playing with Freddie and Brian, and attacking this poor Roger. She giggled sweetly, and John frowned.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I just imagined Malo playing with the guys and attacking Roger.”

“Roger can be so clumsy sometimes, but that's why we love him, isn't it?”

“I guess so!”

John and Taylor chuckled, and she sighed, exhausted. She rubbed her eyes and kissed John's lips, stroking his chest at the same time. She rested her head on it and closed her eyes with a grin.

“I love those lads. They're awesome, I tell you.”