As Monica sat there at the dark club bar she felt dread wash over her. 

"It can't be her... no, not the girl in Biba yesterday," she panicked in her head, planning an escape route. "This is a nightmare after all..."

"Ahh... Mary." The smile disappeared a little on Freddie's face as he looked up, pulling his hands back towards himself.

All Monica could do at that moment was sit there awkwardly and quietly. She didn't want to speak to or make eye contact with the woman who offended her only the day before. And to think that woman was the ex of a man she was ever so quickly growing attracted to.

But here Monica was, in an outfit that made her feel more confident and beautiful than ever before, in the company of a prestigious rockstar. So she took a deep breath and tried to appear confident, and forced a fake beam that she'd use on rude customers in the cafe that she used to work at back home.

"Well, I'm leaving now." Mary started putting a fur coat on. "May I ask who this is before we go?"

"Uh, this is Monica. She's come here from Ireland, for a break with her best friend," Freddie introduced her awkwardly. "From Belfast, can you believe that?"

"From Belfast," She cut in quickly and repeated after him, and this time she thought of adding in a little dig of her own. "If you're wondering about my accent and why it's 'too distracting', just in case."

"Your accent? Distracting? I can understand what you say perfectly well, my dear, even if it is too loud in here" Freddie smiled at the girl as Mary just stood there, flinching as her upper lip stiffened.

"Well," Monica looked at Mary, then back to him. "I've met some people who seem to not even bother trying to understand me when I talk."

"I see..." Freddie nodded and looked back up at Mary. "You're leaving already?"

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure," Mary glared at Monica a little as she grabbed her hand forcefully and shook it. "Mary. Mary Austin."

"Lovely to meet you, Mary." Monica muttered, feeling utterly disappointed that Freddie had to leave with her, out of all people.

"You coming then?" Mary looked at him expectantly before turning around for the exit.

"Well, that's my night ruined" Monica thought, and she sat up to leave them both-

"No. Monica, don't leave" Freddie answered flatly as he stayed sitting, looking down at his lap uneasily, much to Monica's surprise.

"But how are you-" Mary started.

"Here's some money for a taxi, Mary." He placed some cash in her hand, and Monica settled back onto her stool. "I'm going to stay and have fun with-with Monica here."

"But-" the woman tried to protest, slightly agitated.

"See you soon, Mary. Toodle pip."

At this point Monica was blushing, and Mary quickly spun around and marched off in into the night in embarrassment and irritation. Freddie sighed and sipped.

"Sorry about that," he said, turning back to Monica. "She's the friend I mentioned. Well, she was my girlfriend and one point but we broke up a year ago because I... I wasn't faithful in the end. A fault on my part. She isn't normally this stubborn at all I'm afraid."

"I knew it... I should've known by the way she was looking at me as if I was an insect" All Monica could do was nod. 

She still felt ashamed and embarrassed about what happened in Biba the day before. And knowing Mary had a connection to this man, a strong, sexual one at some point too, made her even more embarrassed and feel out of Freddie's league.

"Monica!" Paula's familiar voice chimed.

She spun to her friend, and she saw Derek behind her waiting.

"Hey Paula," she smiled, feeling a little better. "You okay?"

"Yes! I'm going to Derek's place so don't expect me back tonight, alright?"

Monica nodded and sipped, "Sure! Go and have a great eighteenth! Stay safe!"

"Will do..." Paula was about to turn around and leave when she stopped, and looked at Freddie curiously, "Who's this?

"This is Freddie" Monica replied, and they smiled and nodded at each other in acknowledgment.

"You look familiar, Freddie" Paula said hesitantly, looking closer. "Wait! You're Freddie from Queen!"

"The one and only, dear." He smiled and sipped. "Nice to meet you."

"Oh my god I can't believe my friend is nailing a rockstar!" Paula squeaked, and Monica blushed as Freddie smirked and giggled.

"Paula?!" Monica gasped.

"Oh but it's true," Freddie leaned forward and winked at her. "You nailed me, dear."

Monica blushed more, and Derek popped up behind Paula again.

"Well, I better go so have a good night, Monica. See you tomorrow." She said to her as she grabbed Derek's hand.

"You too" Monica smiled, and they briefly hugged before Paula followed Derek out, and Monica turned to Freddie.

"Are you okay?" Freddie asked her kindly.

Monica nodded and sipped, "Oh yes... I'm glad she's having a great time."

Freddie bit his lip and hesitantly asked her, "And... can I give you a great time?"

It felt like time slowed down for Monica when those words escaped his lips.

"Wh-What-Elaborate?" She asked, secretly hoping he meant what she thought.

"Hmm well, how about we dance now?" He blurted out, just as a new song filled the air.

That lifted Monica's spirits a bit more, and made her forget about Mary. She smiled a little and nodded as Freddie grabbed her hand and he lead her out onto the dance floor.

"I can't believe this," Monica thought as she began to sway her hips to the enigmatic chorus. "I'm dancing with a rockstar... one that I kinda like too..."

As they both moved to the rhythm he watched her swirl subtly, her chestnut brown hair bouncing by her shoulders. As the song progressed and they danced a little more Freddie gradually shuffled closer and closer to Monica, and she looked up into his deep brown eyes.

"Why me?" She asked over the loud music. "Why not Mary? She's-"

"She's what? Blonde and beautiful?" He said.

"I guess so..." she replied as they danced.

"And you aren't beautiful?" He said. "That's rubbish!"

"But look at everyone else in the room-" She said.

"They're all the same, my dear!" He cut in. "Boring! That's what they are."

"Then why did you go over to me? I'm more boring then a lot of people in here I'm sure."

"You're not boring. The reason I went over to you was because there's something about you..." he answered, and that made her smile. "It was like you made every other person in the room disappear."

"What is happening?" She began to wonder as he looked back down at her, his eyes filled with what looked like desire.

As they continued to dance he rubbed her cheek softly. She felt weakened by his touch which was closer than before. Then he wrapped his arms around her gently, and as Monica felt his hands on her body she instinctively melted into him and held back on, leaning her head in his neck.

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Then a moment later, I feel love by Donna Summer began to play, and Freddie licked his lips.

Monica had her eyes closed and face pressed into Freddie's neck as she took in the moment, his inviting scent on his warm skin filling her nostrils as she ignored the music and listened to the sound of his breaths. Soon she felt Freddie's lips lightly brush the side of her face, then her ear, then her neck and shoulder. Monica's heart started to beat rapidly at the ticklish feeling. She couldn't believe it was happening.

"Monica..." he whispered sensually in her ear before planting a kiss on her jaw. "...I ...I want you."

She lifted her head gently and looked up at him, and his eyes hovered to her lips. Then, slowly he leaned his head towards hers and their lips met. Freddie's arms wrapped around her tighter in the kiss.

"I think you're beautiful," he said hungrily when they broke. "I don't want to go alone tonight."

"Me neither..." Monica sighed desperately and they kissed again. "F-Freddie?"

"Mmm yes, my delicate Irish flower..." he looked at her intently, his fingers tangled up in her hair.

"Come with me?" She asked, looking up at him hopefully.

"Ohh yes..." he rubbed her cheek again. "Most definitely..."

She couldn't believe where it was going. One of Monica's arms slipped around his neck, the other around his body. Freddie's hands smothered up and down her curves as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Everything at that moment was so exhilarating; they wanted the night to last forever.

Freddie held Monica close in a kiss as they swayed. He lifted her up and spun her around before he kissed her neck and shoulder gently, and she instinctively ran a hand through his soft ebony hair. He slipped a hand down to her bum and gave it a squeeze, causing her to let out a gasp.

"Monica..." he groaned.

"I can't resist you..." she looked up at him again with her sparkling blue eyes. Freddie suddenly grabbed her hand and whisked her off the dance floor, away from the music and the lights, towards the cloakroom.

When she got her coat back he helped her put it on before they walked out of the club to the street, his arm protectively around her. Monica's mind was filled with excitement and unanticipation, her ears ringing as they recovered from the loud disco music.

"Where are you staying, dear?" He kept her close as they stood close on the pavement. 

"Uhm, Montana Hotel..." she smiled a little. 

Now that she heard his voice a bit more clearly on the street she couldn't help think how nice it was. It was distinctively soft and welcoming, and it didn't sound like any other male voice she heard before. But she knew that she could listen to him talk all day, even though her head was in the clouds as questions regarding what Freddie was going to do to her arose in her mind. Would he treat her nicely? He seemed gentle anyway, and she was beginning to put her trust in him. But would he actually be rough with her? Was she making a mistake? 

"Oh yes, I know the one. It's the one on Gloucestershire road, yes," he murmured as he signalled for a taxi. "I know the area well enough."

She nodded as she rummaged through her purse, but his hand stopped her.

"Oh put that away... this is my treat." He said lustfully.

She looked up at him, and they locked lips as a taxi pulled up. He opened the door for her and helped her in. As soon as he slid in after her, slammed the door shut, and the taxi started moving away, he turned to her.

"Monica..." Freddie held her close and she lay her head on his shoulder. "You seem so naïve and innocent..."

She looked up at him and blushed, and admitted, "I have never done this before...I'm a virgin."

"I like that..." he purred. "It's adorable, but I want to change it."

That made Monica shiver, especially the way he said it. And he could feel it too. She took a deep breath. She was sobering up a little and getting kicked back into reality as well as wondering if she should have been giving herself to him. He was being so kind, but those questions still lingered, "Uhm, can I ask you something?"

Freddie could see the anxiousness in her face and his smile softened as he grew concerned, "well, of course you can, darling. Tell me what it is."

She hesitated until a moment later she found the right words to ask.

"You will be gentle with me, won't you?" 

He rubbed her cheek as he gazed at her.

"I would never put you in a situation that you don't feel comfortable with. We don't have to if you don't want to. I can understand if you want to-"

"But I'd like to get to know you better sometime," she said out of nowhere, much to her surprise. "Honestly, but I have a night that I want to finish with a bang and I'm sure you're feeling the same, aren't you?"

As a matter of fact it was true; there was something about them both pulling them towards eachother and they couldn't put their finger on it. They wanted eachother. And she remembered the promise she made with Paula that afternoon. Yes, it was a silly promise. But at this point the only thing that mattered was her feelings, their feelings.

"Absolutely, but only if you're sure about this." He held her hand and stroked it. "If you're happy I'm happy. Just know that."

She thought a bit more, and soon made up her mind and nodded, "I'm sure." 

"Alright" a smirk began to appear on his face, but it had a sense of warmth to it that turned her on a little more.

Freddie rubbed her head gently and kissed her nose affectionately in an attempt to make her feel more comfortable, causing her to giggle.

"Look at you," he giggled. "So cute."

The way he smiled made Monica smile even though he was self conscious; she found it rather sweet and sexy.

"What is it dear," he smiled gently as he held her in the back seat. "You seem to have zoned out."

"You have a lovely smile." Monica said, causing him to turn red.

"Oh quiet!" He sighed. "Don't make me blush!"

"B-But you do!" She stretched up and kissed his cheek, and he smiled again. "And anyway, you've been making me blush all night, bad boy."

"It's called flirtation." He growled.

"Oh yes?" She teased more.

He looked at her and bit his lip, "You don't like it?"

"No... I love it." She said as seductively as possible, and he pecked her lips.

Within a few minutes the taxi pulled up outside Monica's hotel, and her breathing went faster. She couldn't feel her legs when Freddie stepped out and held his hand out for her to take it. He put his arm around her and walked her to the entrance, but she could shake off the numb feeling. "This can't be happening," she thought. His touch felt so warm and welcoming...

"Our room is on the second floor..." she mumbled as she rummaged through her evening bag for her key as they walked into the elevator, and pressed the button.

As the doors shut Monica felt Freddie lift her chin up gently, and he kissed her face. She didn't have a clue what she was doing or what she was about to do; as far as Monica was concerned he was in control. The doors opened, and she took his hand and quickly lead him out. They giggled as they rushed down the corridor and to her door, and just as Monica slipped her key in the hole Freddie turned her around and kissed her passionately, stumbling into the room.

"Mmm I need to freshen up first..." Freddie swallowed, taking his hands off of her.

She nodded, breathing heavily and opened the en suite bathroom door for him, and as he rushed in and shut the door she made her way over to her bed and switched the lamp on before fixing the duvet a little, taking every opportunity to make it perfect. Whilst he was still in there she quickly grabbed her short black silk nightdress patterned with bold birds and flowers out from under her pillow. She unzipped her bustier, then pulled off her velvet trousers, panties and her sandals, and threw them into her suitcase before spritzing on her favourite perfume, pulling the nightdress on and rushing to the window. She stood and looked out on the street before she grabbed the curtain to pull it closed. But then, she heard the bathroom door unlock...