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Dedicated to lizzilupin
by My kids go to Hogwarts (singingchipmunk)
at October 19th, 2006 (10:50 pm)
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current location: home
Fluffy Mood:: Chill
Current Fluff:: Futurama on tv

Title: Please Forgive Me
Author: singingchipmunk
Rating: G It's all sweet fluff. XD
Disclaimer: I wish I owned these two boys. My life would be so much better. XD
Summary: Roger sings to Mark.
Notes: I wrote this a while back, but ffn took it off cuz it's songfic. It's a sweet song written by Bryan Adams (and I claim nothing of this song). The song is the same as the title, and you can click on it to DL it. It's REALLY pretty. You should DL it. XDDD


Roger was sitting on the table, strumming away on his guitar, playing some unfamiliar chords. I listened for a little while trying to see if I could depict the song, but it didn’t sound familiar at all to me.

“What song is that, Rog?” I was in the middle of making some tea, so I put down the tea bag next to the mug, and turned around.

Roger didn’t look up from his guitar; he kept his eyes on his fingers picking and strumming.

“Roger?”

“Hmm…” That was when he looked up at me.

“What song is that? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it.” I walked back to the kitchen, dipping my tea bag into the hot water, and stirred it a bit before taking it out, and adding a little honey.

“Oh, it’s nothing. You wouldn’t know it…” He trailed off, either remembering I had just told him I didn’t recognize it, or it was something else.

“Well, let me hear it. It sounds really pretty.” I folded my legs underneath me as I sat down on the couch, the hot mug keeping my cold hand warm. I sipped it slowly so as not to burn my tongue.

Roger shook his head. “Nah. Really, it’s nothing.” He set his guitar down on the table, a place he loved to sit while playing, and stood up.

“Oh, come on, Rog. Please?”

“I- I don’t know. Besides, it’s not something I would normally sing.”

“Well, who’s it by?” I cocked my head curiously at him.

There was a long moment of silence before he stated meekly, “Bryan Adams.”

I hadn’t really ever heard any of his music, so I just gave a half -shrug. “Cool. Can I please hear it?”

It took a bit of convincing on my part, and quite a bit of hesitation on his before he finally agreed, sitting reluctantly on the table, and resting the guitar on his lap. He slowly began playing the same chords I had heard only a few minutes ago; they were beautiful. Nothing I had ever heard Roger play before. I was eager to hear more.

I listened intently, waiting for the words that accompanied such a lovely tune, when Roger began, quietly at first.

“It still feels like our first night together…” My lips immediately turned upright at the connotation of the words.

“Feels like the first kiss; it’s getting better baby. No one can better this. Still holding on, you’re still the one.” The smile on my face seemed to grow with each line.

“First time our eyes met, same feeling I get. Only feels much stronger, I wanna love you longer. You still turn the fire on…” These lyrics were so incredible.

By the time he hit the next part, I had a full on smile on my face. “So if you’re feeling lonely, don’t. You’re the only one I ever want. I only wanna make it good. So if I love you a little more than I should…”

Roger paused, and glanced over at me. The expression on my face eased his obvious tension, and he continued with the chorus.

“Please forgive me, I know not what I do. Please forgive me I can’t stop loving you. Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through. Please forgive me, if I need you like I do. Please believe me, ev’ry word I say is true. Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you…”

Sufficed to say, a few tears welled up in my eyes after hearing such amazing words spill from Roger’s lips. And not just the words, but also the feeling I could see, feel emanating off my beautiful musician. He continued on with the next verse…

“It still feels like our best times together. Feels like the first touch; still getting closer baby… can’t get close enough. Still holding on, still number one.” The second verse seemed to be a lot easier for him to sing out, to… convey his inner feelings, and I watched as a smile played on his face.

“I remember the smell of your skin. I remember everything. I remember all your moves. I remember you, yeah. I remember the nights, you know I still do.” By the end of the second verse, going into the refrain, his smile widened considerably, as did mine, and the tears that had begun gently slid down my slightly pink cheeks.

“So if you’re feeling lonely, don’t. You’re the only one I ever want. I only wanna make it good. So if I love you a little more than I should…” I bit down on my lower lip, knowing what the next words were, and seeing how Roger portrayed his inner most feelings through such words.

“Please forgive me, I know not what I do. Please forgive me I can’t stop loving you. Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through. Please forgive me, if I need you like I do. Oh, believe me, ev’ry word I say is true. Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you…”

A quick pause just before the chords turned into a much more rock sound than it had originally began. “YEAH! Ohh, yeah.” He tore through those notes and chords, the guitar wailing, vibrating the room a bit, and filling the entire loft with its enchanting resonance.

“The one thing I’m sure of is the way we make love. The one thing I depend on is for us to stay strong. With every word and every breath I’m praying. That’s why I’m saying…” By this point I could no longer hold back my tears; everything he sang shot right through me, like an arrow to my heart. It was as if he had written these words especially for me, and I could see he meant every word, as he sang with his eyes closed, a few tears escaping his own eyes.

“Please forgive me…” A key change was made, and the chorus flooded my ears once again, reaching into my soul. “I know not what I do. Please forgive me I can’t stop loving you. Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through. Please forgive me, if I need you like I do. Babe, believe me, ev’ry word I say is true. Please forgive me, if I can’t stop loving you. No, believe me, I don’t know what I’d do. Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you…”

It went back to the same, beautiful melody it had begun with, soft, and tender. Roger looked up at me, tears pouring from his gentle eyes. “Yeah… I can’t stop… loving you…”

I set my mug down on the floor, stood up, and ran to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and all I could do was cry on his shoulder. He pulled away from the hug, lifting my chin, our eyes meeting, both filled with tears, and he smiled at me. “I love you…”

Comments

Posted by: Grace's Notes ♪ (sweetestg_bye)
Posted at: October 20th, 2006 02:00 pm (UTC)
M/R kiss

Aw! * turns to mush* That is the cutest thing ever! I love that song and I'm going to have to DL it once I get home.

Posted by: My kids go to Hogwarts (singingchipmunk)
Posted at: October 20th, 2006 07:56 pm (UTC)
RAWR

Thank you so very much!! I love this song too. ^___^

Posted by: Grace's Notes ♪ (sweetestg_bye)
Posted at: October 20th, 2006 08:16 pm (UTC)
M/R kiss

Very welcome. ^_^

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