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Warnings: massive sexual tension build up??

Y/n snuck into the warehouse where Rapp was being held hostage, arms handcuffed and secured overhead, though whoever had gotten lucky enough to capture him wasn't smart enough to secure his feet so he just stood there.

Y/n, seeing he's too tall to reach comes to the conclusion that she's got to climb him to pick the handcuffs. 

"Sorry in advance for this Rapp, but I'm too short" 

"What are you--" Mitch gets cut off as you jump up and climb him as professionally as possible, locking your ankles around his waist.

As you start to pick the handcuffs ignoring the awkward angle you jokingly think to yourself that Mitch at least has to keep his hands to himself until you hear a snicker from him. Looking down, he glances up, the briefest flash of mischief crosses his face and then he lets out a small groan, his head hanging back, exposing his throat to you. You bring two fingers down to his pulse point, hand partially wrapping around his throat but his heartbeat seems normal, if not a little on the fast side. Adrenaline or biological toxin tests, you think bringing your hand back up to work the cuffs.

Still wary of your surroundings you ask Mitch if they drugged him at all, his only answer was another small moan but then his head came up and fell forward. You blushed as Rapp face planted into your chest, though you managed to hold your composer, asking him what he thought they'd drugged him with. Suddenly you felt little kisses along the tops your breasts, then a little sucking sensation causing you to slide down Mitch in surprise. He groaned at the loss of contact both above and below and you glared up at him as you hiked yourself back up his mountain of muscle to finish picking his handcuffs and extract him.

"Now is not the time" you whisper yelled at him.

"So there's a right time?" Mitch asked innocently.

"You know perfectly well this is a professional relationship and we can't do anything about anything, there!" As you took the handcuffs off one of his wrists, slipping it out of the chain to unlock the other one at ground level Rapps hands came down before you could climb off, wrapping around your thighs and slammed you into the wall nearby.

"Is this okay?" He asked, breathing heavily, digging his fingers deep into your legs like he was holding himself back from things you never even even dreamed of.

Your brain function was atruggling to remember to breath as you managed to start to answer him, "Mitch I didn't clear the area, this was a stealth mission I -" 

Soft lips cut you off and you melted into his hard body, knowing all the spots that made him tick from the countless hours of tension filled sparring together.

As you threaded your fingers into his hair, he leaned into you, released your legs to snap both handcuffs onto your wrists and fold his fingers with yours to force them over your head.

"I assume you only "needed" my help when it suited you?" You cocked an eyebrow at him for getting the second cuff off without you noticing, though you would admit you may have been unfocused and let it slip past.

So I guess tension as a warning?? Mild cliffhanger as I can't write the actual act for the life of me?? I tried to be accurate!!

You were so excited for the opportunity to intern with Queen, not only was it a huge learning experience but you had the feeling that you were watching history go down. Some aspects of your job included anything and everything anybody else needed, paperwork, snacks, occasionally breaking up fights between band members when the manager wasn't able to. 

You loved the little farm house that the band would be recording their album at. You really hoped the quiet countryside would provide maximum song-writing atmosphere for everyone. Once everyone got settled into their bedrooms, yours being the closest to the bathroom probably due to the fact that you were the only female, you decided to explore a little bit as this may be your only chance before being buried in paperwork.

After looking through the studio, you began exploring outside and you discovered a few worn paths that went who knows where. Naturally you picked one and immediately started walking down it. You weren't scared of getting lost or running into any murderers. Along the first trail, the plants were growing together overhead, creating a tunnel of green that the last of the sun shone through.

You made your way back and decided to grab a torch so you could continue your adventure into the night hours and then departed to the second trail of the trip. As you walked you dragged your feel, shuffling through the leaves, smiling to yourself at the noise you created. Your smile grew, splitting across your face as you came to the end of the trail, as you took in the sight before you. 

It was a gorgeous lake, "perfect", you thought to yourself "for relaxing". 

The fact that you had no swimwear was a trivial thought, and easily fixed since you were most likely to be the lake's only occupant. 

You walked back to the house around three a.m. water droplets clinging to your hair. The door didn't creak, but as you crept down the hall towards your door the floor squeaked with every step you took. Though you thought you were in the clear as you entered your room, you failed to notice a door open and a shaggy blond head poke out to see who was squeaking in so late.

With three and a half hours of sleep under your belt you started making a huge breakfast for everyone at about 6:30 a.m. As the smoke from the grease filled pans hissed up, the aromas of bacon, eggs, and much needed coffee coaxed everyone out of their rooms. Everyone filtered in, sitting down sleepily, looking like rock and roll zombies. You set plates out for everybody to dish themselves up, Roger grabbed the last two plates, setting them down to dish up next to you on the counter and put his other hand on the other side of you. 

"Someone had some late night adventures last night", Roger whispered in your ear, his raspy voice laced with sleep. 

You turned to face him intending to ask why he had been up at that hour too when you realised since the whole band was still in their pyjamas you came face to chest with the shirtless drummer. With the toned arms of Roger Taylor on either side of you, you put on your best professional, no nonsense face about half a foot away from his. You couldn't put much more distance between you and him due to the kitchen counter and he seemed to know that as he smirked, leaning forward slightly with his whole body. 

"Mr. Taylor, that's quite enough", you said in a soft stern voice. 

"Oh you two are adorable." Freddie said at the same time Deaky started complaining about Roger not being able to go five minutes without blatantly flirting with the band's intern. 

"Roger, please leave Miss L/N be, as she is here to help Miami help us with our career." Brian said without looking up from his songbook and coffee. 

Roger sighed at Queen's comments, then looking at you, drawled, "it doesn't seem as though Y/N wants me to move..." 

His eyes widen as you suddenly put your hands on his bare shoulders and use him to hop up on the counter in front of him, lift your legs over his arm, back onto the floor and walked off with your plate, saying since his ego was so big and heavy you moved so he wouldn't have to strain himself. Freddie barked out a laugh, congratulating you on rendering Roger speechless. 

"It's not often he doesn't know what to do with his mouth." You chuckled. 

"Especially when a beautiful girl is involved," Freddie said, causing the drummer to blush as he continued gawking like a goldfish. 

It had been a few weeks of stress filled song writing and you were attempting to enjoy a shower when you heard thumps coming from outside the bathroom. You ignored the commotion and finished your shower, toweling off only to realise you hadn't brought clean clothes to change into.

You wrapped your towel around your body securely and cracked the door to peek out and seeing that the coast was clear you calmly walked towards your open door. As soon as you went to close the door, hands grabbed your waist and pulled you behind the door, against the wall, your hands pushing at the possible kidnapper. 

You let out a yelp only to be silenced by a hand over your mouth as a body pushed up against you HARD. Roger opened the door back up until it was touching his back and put a finger to his lips, touching both of your noses as he did so. Freddie thundered down the hallway and tiptoed into your room brushing by the door as he entered. Roger pulled your leg up around him and leaned  all the way into you to give the door an inch to swing inward as Freddie walked back out of your room, having unsuccessfully found anyone. 

"We're playing hide and seek, Love" Roger breathed in your ear as he let his hand slide down from your mouth to lightly rest on your throat, smirking at your current attire. 

"Well, Mr. Taylor, you should have said so." You said as you decided to get him back for his 'unprofessionality' as Brian referred to it. "FREDDIE! ROGER'S IN--" Roger cut you off with his hand, cursing as Fred's footsteps pounded back into your room. 

"Oi, Roger! Put her down" Freddie yelled at the drummer who realized you were still flush around him in his hiding spot. He glared at you as he let you push him off you this time and slipped over to your dresser. Freddie shoved Roger out of the room for you to change, thanking you for your service in the game.

As the door clicked shut you let the façade of professional indifference fall as your face blushed red hot at the situation and proximity you had just come out of. Deciding that taking another shower would be doing too much, you changed into shorts and a tank top and took a dry towel to head to the lake. You poked your head out to see that it was Roger free, strode down the hallway and headed down the stairs, listening all the while for band members.  

You stopped by the kitchen for a coffee and ran into Freddy when you opened the lower cupboard to grab a lid to take your coffee with you. Managing not to react too wildly you grinned at him and asked if Roger was seeking now. Freddie nodded and Mr. Taylor came in from counting outside to find you putting the lid on your coffee thermos having closed Freddy's hiding spot back up.

"Well if it isn't my newly declared hide and seek enemy," Roger greeted you with fake hurt puppy eyes.

"All is fair in love and war Mr. Taylor" you said, sipping your coffee you grimimced then turned around to grab some sugar to add to the bitter bean water, knowing exactly what held the drummer's gaze now that you were facing away from him.

"Maybe," Roger said slowly, stalking towards you, "you and I could help each other….you know in the game" his pause implying the other game he was playing, with only you.

 He continued walking slowly toward you as you continued slowly walking backwards until your back hit the counter and he smirked. You set your coffee down and jumped up to sit on the counter, crossing your legs and picking your coffee back up.

Roger stopped at the counter you were seated on, placing his hands on the counter right up against your leg and under the crossed one. 

 "Perhaps you should make it up to me, losing me the game I mean" his thumbs coming up to rub your legs.

"What if I tell you where Freddy is currently hiding at this moment?" You asked, fighting a shiver from his rubbing.

"Mmm I had something else in mind but I suppose that will do for now." His hands came up to rest on your still crossed legs, making it abundantly clear to you what else he had had in mind.

"Mr. Taylor it is a bit unprofessional to put your hands on a working intern as you have today-"

"Are you saying this?" He gestured with his head, "professionally does nothing for you?" He grinned cockily.

"What I'm saying is that A. I'm not a groupie, I'm here to work in a field I enjoy, B. I'm not one of your countless harlots, C. You're just horny because you've been here a few weeks and I'm the only female in a hundred miles and D." You leaned in close to his ear as Freddy silently closed his cupboard door and tiptoed to a different hiding spot, "you are a terrible seeker" you leaned back to sip your coffee.

"Well I convinced you to tell me where Freddy is, so I can't be that bad, speaking of which Love, you have yet to actually tell me where he's hiding, unless you want me to...continue convincing..."

"The cupboard, behind you."

Roger opened the cupboards behind him to find nothing. 

 Turning back to you, his face like that of a predator, stalking his prey; his eyes looking straight through your bones to your core. Uncrossing your legs to get down, Roger walked back up to you in one long stride, leaning right up against the counter, pushing your legs apart with his hips as he did so, causing you to fall back, catching yourself on one hand. Caught off guard you set your coffee down perhaps harder than you meant to and put your other hand on his warm chest to prevent him from getting closer than he already was.

"You lied"

"I said I could tell you where he was at that exact moment, he moved since then, while you were...preoccupied."

Placing his hands on your hips his eyes bore into you, "well then I suppose you still owe me for costing me my title at world champion hider. Do you have a preference as to when I should collect?"

Roger smirked as though you were trapped when really you knew all you had to do was say 'no' and he would back down immediately….though you never would.

"Mr. Taylor, I wonder if you could perhaps be more specific as to what sort of debt I am owing you, then I could be more helpful-"

Roger Taylor's soft lips cut you off, sampling the coffee in your mouth and you sighed into the kiss.  

"Sorry Love, couldn't play our game much longer with you looking so fucking delicious," Roger pulled away to gauge the situation, wanting to make certain he wasn't crowding you.

"Oh-ho no, you don't get to do that and just walk away mister! Get back in here!" You ordered him, snapping him back to you with your legs.

"Yes Ma'am," Roger saluted, clearly bemused by your little show of dominance. He slid his hands under you and turned to leave the kitchen.

"And just where are we headed now?" You inquired, tying your legs around him, doing your best to hide your smile at his cockiness.

"Ahh well, I just thought- I mean I..maybe," confidence gone he stuttered "we were-umm going for a swim?" His eyes fell on your towel.

"Good answer, now let's go 'swim' before the rest of Queen realizes you're not actively seeking them."

There are two sizes and two types. There's a smaller size and a bigger size, the bigger size says its for women who've given birth but the smaller one leaked for me so I use the bigger one even though I haven't had a kid. I just have a heavy flow. Similar to tampons, if the small cup leaks go to the bigger size.

The types are regular and soft, ones like the Dixie cup are *super* stiff to the point that it was painful to take out. The Saalt cup has a regular, which I've tried and like(the bigger size) and a soft cup. It depends on how strong(?) your cervix is, but I've had difficulties with softer cups not opening all the way.

The first cup I got came with a smaller and bigger together but you can take a quiz to help you see which cup is recommended for you(NOT THE DIXIE CUP!!!)

So I understand the early stages of period can be hella scary and most women start with pads and maybe later upgrade to tampons, but I am here as happy menstrual cup user since 2018. I have "converted" quite a few friends. One had a baby two years ago,and one hasn't.

Honestly I know how hardcore pads verses tampons people are and I looove sharing my tips and hacks for using the cup. I even have a steam cleaner though my friend just boils hers which is pretty common.

My first cup I bought through a random ad not really expecting anything of it, so I don't remember the brand name but its my favorite of two years. The Saalt cup brand is excellent, but there are quizzes you can take that can help you decide which cup to try.

Also I haven't had to buy period products for like two years and its amazing.

There are, as with everything, pros and cons

PROS

•save money

•save the earth

•the cup lasts for up to 12 hours before needing changed

•zero chance of TSS

•**NO TAMPON STRING**

•when you pour the blood out you can not only measure how much you've made, but how healthy your period is each month

CONS

•if you can't handle the sight of blood AT ALL this may be an issue as you gotta dump the blood out at least every 12 hours

•it may take a few cycles to really get the hang of using the cup and learning to seal it