Hey all,

Firstly, I want to thank @sallyjay4 for encouraging me to write about Monica meeting the Bulsaras. Secondly, I had to shove it in since the twins are on the way and already, Freddie has mentioned to Monica about meeting his parents in past chapters. Hope you like part 1 of it!

BRIINNNNGGGGGG!!!

Monica's alarm clock sounded. She groaned and rolled over, stopping it and stretching.

8:30am

It was her day off, but she was still settling herself in London and missing her family. So she wanted her body and mind to get into a good pattern, and she bought an alarm, much to Freddie's annoyance; he liked having his lie-ins. But anything to make her happy.

He grunted, and began to stir. But she tucked his blanket around him gently and rubbed his head before getting up and skipping quickly to the bathroom for a shower. Freddie's mum and dad were visiting later on that day, and of course she wanted to clean up and make the best impression.

Moments later, Monica stepped out of the shower, grabbing a light towel large enough to wrap around her wet hair. She sat on the toilet seat and patted herself dry, giggling as one of the cats strolled in and hopped up onto the edge of the bathtub.

She reentered the bedroom, only to find it empty and the sheet pulled back.

She listened, and heard the kettle hissing below, then shrugged. Freddie probably wanted a good start to the day as well.

She pulled her pink cotton nightdress back on, then let her damp hair loose to her shoulders as she headed downstairs.

"BOO!" A voice from the lounge made her jump as she headed for the kitchen.

She slowly walked in to find Freddie sitting on an armchair in one of his silk kimono-style bathrobes, hands gripping the armrests.

"Freddie!" She scolded, making her way to him. "I thought that you were an intruder!"

He grinned, then she leaned in to kiss his lips.

"How was your sleep, babe?" He murmured tiredly when they broke.

She nuzzled him, "not too bad... you're up early."

He reached over and picked up one of his miniature oriental handless cups, "thought that I'd see what sort of state the place was in before mum and dad come today."

"What's that you're drinking?" She rubbed his cheek.

"Just a little bit of miso... try some" he gestured towards the second cup he'd filled.

"Oh, thank you." She took it and brought it to her lips.

She sipped, then he laughed as she pulled a face at the distinct taste.

"You like this!?" She set it back down, shuddering slightly.

"Miso is meant to be very heathy, you know." He absentmindedly kissed her fingers.

"Freddie?!" She giggled as his lips slid to her wrist.

His turned rigid, and he looked back up at her and pulled her wrist to his upper chest. Instinctively, she began rubbing it, her fingers raking through his body hair as he closed his eyes and his head fell back, letting out a blissful grunt of content.

She leaned in and kissed him again as she felt her passion rise.

She noticed the silk fall slightly and expose more of his chest, then her eyes naturally glanced down to the culprit of disturbance peeping through, hard and angry.

"Oh!" She blushed and drew back, eyes widening at his anatomy. "You're not wearing anything!"

"I don't think I need to with you around." He untied the loose sash.

Monica watched as he, with a suggestive smirk in his face, pulled it open and exposed himself, then his arms fell back to the rests, his knuckles turning white as he tensely gripped onto them. She barely noticed her tongue sliding across her lips as she admired him from head to toe,

"Well, then..." he purred. "Hop on, dearie."

Within a second the girl was on top of him, kissing him as his hands tenderly explored her body. He frantically slipped his hands under her skirt and up to her thighs, moaning hungrily.

Freddie pulled her nightgown up to her waist, and she lifted her arms to allow him to pull it over her head. Then she climbed back on as he flung it across the room, this time straddling him as his hands slipped through her dark, wet hair and to her breasts. Her arms slipped around his neck, his hands pulling her naked body and legs tighter to his hips.

"God, you're so sexy when your hair is wet" he hissed in her ear, his hand slipping down to her crotch and rubbing her.

She gasped his name, and suddenly-

BAM-BAM-BAM!!

Freddie sighed in irritation, and Monica flew back.

"Freddie?" The woman's loud voice sounded from behind the front door. "It's Mary. Are you awake?"

He helplessly threw his hands up from her thighs in annoyance, and she climbed back off, grabbing her nightgown off the floor before pulling it back on.

"Oh god... I cannot let her see me like this" she dashed up the stairs as Freddie stomped to the door, tying his robe back up.

Monica stopped at the top of the stairs, and grabbed a towel that happened to be hanging to dry on the bannister.

He opened the door, forcing a smile, "Mary! My dear..."

She stood at the step, holding a paper file, "Good morning Freddie. Is this a bad time?"

"Well," he awkwardly fake-scratched the crown of his head as Monica walked down the steps, towel drying her hair. "Yes... I'm afraid it is."

She peered in, "it's just, I wanted to discuss the very generous donations you have been giving to the cat shelter in Middlesex. You know the one, the one near your parents?"

"Oh yes," he pulled a bashful Monica to his hip. "The one that is run by that nice old lady. Speaking of my parents, they're coming here today so I'm afraid you cannot come in at the moment. I need the lounge and dining area in pristine condition, and Monica and I need to get cooking."

"But the house is fine... and we prepared most of the dishes yesterday!" Monica thought as she looked at her feet awkwardly, avoiding Mary's glances.

"Hmmmph..." the woman huffed, then froze.

She had to do a double take at Freddie's erection manifesting itself underneath his robe. Monica followed Mary's gaze, and had to hold back her horror and embarrassment.

She stammered, "But, as you said, another time when you're free-"

"Please do, I'll telephone you tonight," he gently pushed Monica back into the house and towards the staircase. "But I don't think there should be any issues. Talk soon, and have a good day!"

Freddie forcefully shut the door in her face in the politest way possible, then huffed and went to the staircase.

Monica was a few steps up, "I cannot believe you had a boner in front of your ex!"

"That was because of your arousal, not hers!"

"I know, but she will still-ugh! I don't know anymore," she folded her arms and sat on the step. "The secretary and a manger of your company, and you had to pick her?"

"I owe her back for paying the bills all through my filthy tirades. And she needs money and a job herself." He rubbed his forehead.

"I suppose it's fair," she sighed. "She just seems incredibly... close."

"I know," he sat down next to her. "But she doesn't have anyone else... I have introduced her to so many people though. She should at least try."

She reached over and took his hand, "it's admirable of you that you have good intentions."

"She should at least arrange to come rather that turn up spontaneously... I have you now, and I value my time with you." He squeezed her hand.

She smiled a bit and leaned against him, and he put an arm around her.

"Love?" He whispered.

She looked up, "yes?"

He quickly kissed her lips, and she let out a laugh.

She stood up and grabbed his arm, "come on..."

He pouted and, childlike, with his head hung low, lagged behind as she pulled him up the steps.

"Why are you so reluctant?" She giggled when she reached one of the top steps, and a smirk formed on his lips.

He just whisked her into his arms and kissed her again, this time a little rougher.

"Gosh... you're desperate to get rid of it now... aren't you?"  she murmured between breaks for air, his hand slipping back underneath her nightdress and lifting her thigh to his hip.

She felt herself fall back onto the top step, her arms pulling him down with her as his hands rolled her nightdress up and his lips fell upon her neck.

She propped herself up onto her elbows and spread her legs as he undid his sash, this time letting the silk garment slide off his shoulders and topple down the stairs.

"Aren't we just so naughty..." he growled, nibbling her bottom lip. "Doing it right here... on the staircase."

He took his aching dick in his hand and got himself ready, one hand holding onto the bannister to steady himself as he pushed himself in and let out a groan.

"Oh god..." her nails clawed the skin on his back as his he thrust himself back and forth, faster and faster.

His hand snaked its way under her thigh, the crook of his arm lifting it back for easier access as she held onto him for dear life.

Within seconds it was over. They both let out cries of pleasure in unison as he reached orgasm, burying his face into her neck, "Fuck... Monica..."

She held him as his lips peppered a few final kisses on her jawline, before getting up and helping her off her feet.

She blushed, fixing her gown and wiping the carpet burns on her elbow as he grabbed his silk robe.

"And to think I'm meeting your parents today..."

He giggled, taking her hand, "let's get ready... then we can give off a better impression than we are now."

She ran into the bedroom, "they can walk in at any moment!"

"Don't be silly," he laughed. "Feltham and Hounslow during a weekday rush hour is a good drive away."

"What's it like?" She rummaged through her drawer.

"What, Feltham?" He hung his robe up on the bedpost.

She nodded, slipping into her underwear.

"Oh, just a suburb," he stretched, then picked some of his clothes up off the floor. "A noisy one, to say the least."

"Why noisy?" She looked over from the wardrobe.

"It was under the Heathrow flightpath," he threw them into the laundry hamper and stepped into his boxer shorts. "You'd hear or see a plane overhead every minute... got a summer job there one year too. It was bloody awful."

"Oh yes?" She pulled her white blouse on.

He nodded, "catering and stock."

"What other jobs did you have?" She removed one of the cats from the top of the bed and fixed the loose sheets.

"Well, this is going to excite you but it still even makes the lining of my stomach pink." He pulled his yellow striped polo shirt on.

"How so?" She plumped the pillows.

He sat down on the mattress, "Alright, during the summer, Ealing ran vocational courses and schemes open to the public, one of them being nude life-drawing classes."

"You taught people how to draw? That's pretty remarkable." She opened the curtains a little, not paying much thought to what he said.

"No. Well, sort of, actually," he blushed, petting a nearby cat's head. "I helped, but I didn't do the mentoring bit. I was... I was what was being drawn."

The girl's jaw dropped as her hand flew up to her mouth upon realising, then in a flash she turned from her spot in the window.

"Yes... I modelled, naked" he sighed.

She giggled into her hand in delight.

"Oh, would you stop? I needed some new trousers!"

"Obviously! You must've been getting very cold!" She laughed.

"That's it!" He grabbed her hand, yanking her over.

"No!" She leaned on her heels to stop him tugging.

His hands gripped her arm, this time pulling her over with more force.

She fell onto the mattress as he took her into his grip.

"Since you laughed at my previous occupation you're not getting out!" He held her down.

She failed to pry his arms off, "Let me... let me go!" She struggled.

"No!" He stubbornly rolled over in an attempt to trap her.

"I will bite you!" She threatened.

"No you wouldn'tOWWW!!" He yelped as she dug her teeth into his forearm.

She laughed, leaping away and running around the bed.

"Oh you..." he growled, lunging after her.

She slipped out the door and down the steps, and he groaned and got up after her, rubbing the red marks on his skin.

"Sorry" she chimed, leaning against the door way of the living area as he scoffed and stormed towards her too fast.

"Right!" He flung her over his shoulder as she squealed.

"Put me down!" She laughed, her fisted hands thumping the smalls of his back.

"Oh, shush!" He scoffed playfully, his hand squeezing her bum cheek as he carried her into the lounge.

She gasped, and he let out a laugh as he set her back down on her feet.

She shook her head scornfully, fixing her khaki palazzo pants, "I suppose you think that makes us even."

He picked up the two oriental cups of miso that were left to grow cold , "Shame... hard to find this anywhere near here."

"Sorry you didn't get to finish it" she said as he walked past her into the kitchen.

"Don't be ridiculous," he emptied them into the sink. "I'll ask mum later to buy some more of it. There are plenty of Asian food emporiums in Hounslow."

She let out another giggle at the thought of his old job as a life model, turning away from him shyly.

"Oh, looks like I've broken her," he unlocked the back door. "I guess you'll never let that one down."

"I wish I was there actually." She casually quipped.

"You don't need to be. You had your moment this morning, honey." He winked, heading out the back door.

She followed, "maybe I'm luckier than the people in that room."

"Indeed. Now, be a dear and help me water some of these plants," He took her hand and lead her towards two metal watering cans on the patio, sitting under the tap on the wall. "They're absolutely parched, and my dad won't be pleased to see."

"Does he garden as well?" She asked.

"Oh yes, it was a new occupation he took up when we moved here." He switched the tap, holding up the can.

"This one is already full," she picked up the other one. "Must be rainwater."

"Rain water will do nicely,' he pointed across the other side of the garden. "You start at that end, and pour it into the soil where the roots are."

The girl nodded, lifting the heavy metal can and trudging over to the bottom of the flower beds.  After a few minutes, and several patches of varieties, she reached a leafy bed of geraniums.

Little did she know that one of Freddie's beloved felines was sleeping under its shade to hide from the morning sun.

There was a meow and a hiss, and the black ball of fur rustled and darted out of the leaves, across the lawn and towards the cat flap.

"Goliath!" Freddie shouted after him as Monica dropped her watering can in shock.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" She panicked. "I didn't see him sleeping under there-"

"Don't worry," He set his can down and made her way towards her. "He's a black cat after all."

"Still I feel embarrassed." She looked away as he bent down to pick the watering can back up.

"Don't be, come here," He pulled her close, kissing the top of her head. "I've scolded them many times for choosing to sleep on my beds."

She looked over his shoulder as she hugged him back, and noticed a trail of mud on the patio leaving to the cat flap.

"Uh, Freddie?"

He let her go gently, and she pointed towards the mess.

"Shit!" He let go and darted towards the door. "My clean ivory carpet!"

She followed him inside quickly as his head frantically darted around the room.

He spotted a faint brown trail leading towards the lounge, "oh, fuck!"

He rushed into the room, finding Goliath hiding underneath the coffee table, hunched down and big green eyes.

"Oh no!" He whined, hands gripping his double crown. "Look at all this mess!"

"I'll get the vacuum." Monica made for the doorway.

"No!" His arm grabbed her. "Let's wash him first before he makes even more of a mess. There's no way he'd lick that all off himself."

He reached down and coaxed the frightened creature out, gently pulling a paw and then grabbing his body. He headed straight to the stairs, holding the cat away from his clean shirt.

"Where are you taking him?" Monica followed.

"To the shower" he walked into the en suite bathroom, and placed Goliath into the shower base. The he ordered her to shut the door.

She did so, "But, cats hate water!"

"Haven't you ever washed a cat before?" He stripped down to his boxers.

"Why are you undressing?!" She argued.

"This is going to get really messy, dear. He will get mud all over you," he said, lifting the shower head and switching on the taps. "Now I recommend you do the same, and please go and get me the baby shampoo on the window sill."

The girl sighed, unbuttoning her pants and her blouse as Freddie aimed the stream of water directly at the poor animal who was crouching into the tiled corner and meowing his little head off.

"There we go, that's a good boy..." he huffed, his arm stopping the hectic and noisy Goliath escape as he soaked his fur.

Monica, now in her underwear, climbed in after Freddie and handed him the yellow bottle.

"Thank you," he stood back up, unsteadily lifting Goliath to his bare chest as the cat only struggled, and opened his palm. "Squeeze out a dollop for me, would you?"

The girl hesitantly opened the bottle as the cat growled, wriggling in Freddie's arm.

"Stay still, Goliath" he said, setting him back down and started lathering it into his fur as Monica watched on, bemused.

The cat looked around with big eyes, back arched and looking like a drowned rat with muddy suds dripping off of him as Freddie's hands worked on him.

"Take the shower head and help me rinse him, please" he instructed.

The girl picked it up, aiming it at his hands on the cat's fur coat.

That's when Goliath lost it.

He scratched one of Freddie's hands, and when he let the cat go in shock, clutching his hand in pain, Goliath darted out of the shower and the open doorway in which Freddie's parents were standing.

"Oh, fuck" Freddie thought, frozen in the place were he was crouched.

Monica's arms flashed across her chest, looking away from the co fused couple.

"So much for first impressions." A voice in her head said sarcastically.

To be continued...