Hey all. I was going to include this flashback in the 'day out' chapter where Freddie and Monica reminisced about a moment which is coming out next, don't worry. But I found it too long and irrelevant so I chose to save it for this (and of course I made it even more long and irrelevant. My bad!)  Just a little more fun before we continue. I apologise once again for planning the structure of chapters body and for letting you all down AGAIN but I hope that this moment makes up. Enjoy ;)

Monica finished her lunch in the kitchen on a sunny August early afternoon, waiting for her boyfriend to come back from the dealership with his brand new ride. She knew that Freddie wasn't a car person as much as his bandmates were, Roger especially. It was all down to the fact that he was unable to drive. And she knew him well enough that he'd pick something inconspicuous, impractical or not suited to what he'd want.

That is, if he'd even put any thought into it, as long as he'd arrive in style.

She sipped her tea and giggled, already picturing him at the showroom and telling the dealer, "Show me the most expensive and exquisite one you've got" or "get me something that will make me look like a god so that wherever I go people stop and make way for me".

She snickered as she placed her cutlery into the sink-

"What are you giggling about, babe?" Freddie's voice interrupted.

She gasped and spun around, nearly dropping her bowl.

"Oh! You're back... oh nothing," she blushed, rinsing it under the tap. "How did it go? Come back with anything?"

"Oh yes! I bought a vehicle!" He smiled as he flung a set of keys around his long finger. "Come and look at it outside."

He held out his hand, and Monica smiled and followed him through the hall. She gasped the moment she saw it: a magnificent silver Rolls Royce glistening in the sunlight, parked on the kerb opposite Freddie's front door.

She ran down the pavement to it, "isn't she a beauty..."

"Pity Roger doesn't think so." Freddie rolled his eyes as he rushed down the steps after her.

"Well, I'm not good with cars" she blushed as she walked around to admire it.

"Me neither, I just wanted something grand" He giggled to himself.

She pressed her hands and face to one of the back windows, "it has leather seating and everything..."

"Oh yes, only the best." He smiled, thinking about how childlike and transfixed she was.

"Keep your hands off the window or it'll leave marks." A flat woman's voice interrupted Monica, startling her.

"Oh... y-you're right, Mary" Monica lifted her head and stepped away from the Rolls as the blonde watched critically with notepad and calculator in hand, the suited car dealer standing behind her. Monica didn't even notice them standing at the kerb the moment she stepped out the door, but it made sense seeing that Freddie's ex girlfriend was in control of his income.

"Oh, leave her gawk at it a little more." Freddie slung his arm around Monica as she stared at her feet awkwardly, pink cheeked.

"Yes ma'am, I believe that what the owner says goes as long as the keys are in his hand." The dealer chuckled and held his hand out for Fred to shake. "She's all yours, sir. Yours to gawk at as much as you like" he finished, passing a sly wink and thumbs up over to Monica.

"Oh I saw that cheeky little attempt of flirtation with my girl!" Freddie tutted jokingly as he shook his hand back, Monica smiling to herself bit as Mary stayed silent. "Have you got a way back to your showrooms?"

"Oh yes, sir. I am being picked up on the high street by an employee." He waved as he walked away from them. "Good day to you, sir."

"Thank you very much once again, and good day to you too!" Fred lifted his arm before turning back to the two women, "So, shall we ride this thing?"

"But Freddie, you don't yet have a driver or a chauffeur." Monica looked to him.

"She's right, you know." Mary followed.

"Oh, well, you can have first go," He tossed the keys to Monica as he put his jacket on and pulled out his aviators. "You passed your test back in Belfast, didn't you?"

"Well, yes but it's brand new..." she murmured, doubtful as she stared at the keys in her hand.

"Again, maybe it's not the best idea if you let her drive." Mary persisted as she slipped her notes into her bag.

"But I trust you enough to not let a single scratch on it." He ignored Mary and took Monica's hand, pulling her closer, much to Mary's annoyance. "Now come on dear, lets go for a little dander around town, hmm? It'll be fun!"

"Oh alright" she smiled to herself before climbing into the drivers seat.

"You want a lift anywhere, Mary?" Freddie asked, opening the door for her.

"Actually, I need to get something." Mary immediately climbed in, Monica feeling a sense of dread.

"Oh, uh, I meant to your flat but alright." He knew Monica wasn't going to be too happy about this, and that Mary would plot something elaborate from scratch.

"Thank you." She made herself comfortable in the backseat as she perched her bag on her lap.

"Just let me get a blanket," Freddie told them. "Leather can be awfully discomforting, you know."

He ran back into the house quickly, leaving Monica sitting alone in the driver seat with her boyfriend's ex. To occupy time in the presence of the silent individual, she elaborately leaned over to look past the wheel so that she could slot the keys in. Then, she went to look in the glove compartment for the car manual.

She wasn't interested in what it said, but it offered up a good distraction.

"Here..." Freddie suddenly opened the door a minute later, chucking a bundle of gray fleece into the backseat next to Mary.

"Isn't that the throw from our bed?" Monica asked as he sat down.

"Oh yes. It's all we have," Freddie answered once he strapped himself in, and Mary pushed the material to the other end of the seat and shuffled as far away from it as she could. "So, where to first?"

"Harrods" she answered immediately, and Monica took a deep breath and started the engine.

"Do you know the way?" She turned to Freddie. "I'm still getting used to this big city."

"Oh course, dear," he placed his large hand reassuringly on Monica's thigh, causing Mary to stiffen. "I will be your map."

"Alright... you're the map." Monica giggled uneasily as she patted it gently and got in gear, knowing that the woman in the back wasn't liking what she saw.

"Okay, so... when you get out turn right and that'll take you onto the A115" he instructed as she started to move away, his hand not leaving her thigh.

She nodded as she moved away slowly, "I must apologise for the pace as I'm not a very confident driver. Also I am only allowed to go 45 miles per hour."

"It's alright, darling, just take your time" He gave her leg a gentle squeeze when he noticed it twitching, and Monica glanced over at Mary in the rear view mirror who would not take her eyes off his hand.

To try and be nice, Monica decided to ask her a question:

"So, uh, Mary, what is it you are wanting to get?"

It took her some time to answer:

"...just want to visit the bakery." She replied with a chill, looking out the window.

"Any particular reason?" Monica forced a smile, continuing.

Mary didn't reply, to which Freddie stepped in to ease the tension:

"You like the Angel Slices there, don't you?"

"Yes." Mary replied flatly, eyes still glued out the window.

"I see..." Monica gritted her teeth as she drove.

Silence... until Monica had to stop at a red light.

"...Is there anything you want to get there, my love?" Freddie took her hand as it rested on her lap.

"Huh?" She lifted her head in surprise as his thumb slid across her knuckles lovingly.

"Anything you want to buy at Harrods?" He repeated. "In fact, I'll get it for you."

"Oh," she smiled awkwardly and shook her head, getting in gear as the light went amber. "thanks, but I'd feel bad."

"It's on me..." he purred, watching her as she concentrated on the road. Much to Monica's dismay, there was heavy traffic overhead, forcing her to stop again and put up with Freddie's affectionate attempts to make her giggle.

When the Rolls came to a halt, he pulled her hand over again, this time to his lips. She knew that for the past few minutes Mary was unable to keep her eyes off his gestures from the backseat; Monica could feel those big, wide-apart eyes staring quietly and intently, and as much as she liked it inside she was begging that Freddie would stop kissing her fingers in front of his ex.

She had time to glance over and watch as closed his eyes in bliss, pressing his lips against each finger before holding her hand against his cheek. Then she glanced to the rear mirror to find Mary sitting stiffly, mouth twitching. "What is he trying to do", Monica thought as her other hand gripped the steering wheel with agitation. "Is he deliberately trying to make things awkward for her and I?"

It took a car horn of an impatient driver behind to get her out of her distraction.

"Oh! Sorry everyone!" She pulled her hand away and back to the wheel.

Freddie giggled, "It's alright" whereas Mary exhaled sharply, and Monica was back on the road.

******

"I don't think there is anywhere I can park," Monica approached the lane leading to the parking lot. "It looks busy."

"Someone at the door will take it for us." Freddie said.

"Oh, phew..." she slowed down at the entrance as an assistant ran down the steps.

They passed their keys on, and Freddie got out and opened the door for Mary and helped her step out.

"Where's the bakery?" Monica whispered once she joined him.

"Ground floor" he replied, slinking an arm around her as she scanned around to make sure nobody was looking at them.

"Oh," she nodded and spoke a little louder once Mary was several feet ahead of them, then agitated, asked, "What was that all about back there!?"

"What?" He asked confused.

"All the touching and the... the smooching! In front of your ex! Why?!" She hissed.

"Oh that?" He glanced over and smirked as they walked along. "You are driving me nuts today, that's what."

"Well... couldn't you pick another time?" She asked. "Another time when she's not-"

"Oh but I want to show the world how irresistible you are!" He suddenly grabbed her and put her over his shoulder.

"AAHHH FRED!!" She squeaked as he spun her around and laughed.

"Is everything alright?" Mary stopped walking and turned around.

"Oh, uhm... yes," he quickly set Monica back down on her feet. "There was... a spill. Yes, a spill on the floor."

"I see..." she glanced over his shoulder to look at the non-existent spill as Monica pulled her disheveled hair off her face.

Mary kept walking, and when she was a fair distance away Freddie spanked Monica's bum gently, causing her to club her hands together and instinctively swing her arms right into his stomach.

"OOF!" He grunted and clutched his stomach, and with a satisfied giggle Monica quickly rushed over to the florist section, resisting the urge to stay and help and apologise.

"Oh! Fred? Fred what happened?" Mary made her way over to him.

Monica tapped her foot as her hands fidgeted with eachother as she pretended to look at the flower displays.

"I'm-I'm fine, really" he shook Mary off and made his way over to Monica, and the sound of his footsteps caused a silly smile to appear on her face.

"Oh you... you little-" he grabbed her from behind as she let out a yelp, planting kisses on her shoulder as she giggled uncontrollably. "I'll forgive you."

Mary impatiently crossed her arms and watched as they both turned back around, red faced and staring down at their feet.

"Shall we carry on?" She asked irritably.

"Lets go, darling." Fred mumbled as he laced Monica's hand with his, suppressing giggles.

"Hmph." Was all Mary could reply as she turned around.

They followed her for the next ten minutes as she wavered over from cake stand to cake stand, glass case to glass case, peering at the contents and glancing behind her ever moment she got.

"Is she even going to buy anything?" Freddie hissed.

"Oh, so now you regret bringing her along?" Monica murmured, knowing by now that it was an excuse for her to observe their relationship.

"Oh come on Monica I didn't expect her to drag us to fucking Harrods, now did I?!" He argued back quietly.

"I know you offered out of kindness but if I'm honest-"

"If you're honest?" He looked at her.

"Uhhh..." she panicked a little.

"It's alright, tell me." His tone softened as he squeezed her hand.

"...she's beginning to freak me out a bit, you know?" She whispered. "The way she keeps watching us and following us around."

"I know, I know..." he sighed. "We are near the end of the food hall anyway so-"

He was interrupted by the rumbling of her stomach.

"Oh! We should get you something to eat..." he dragged her over to the nearest cabinet. "You look pale, dear."

"I'm fine, honestly," she followed quickly behind. "I had something for lunch."

"Oh I know you by now that you only had a few nibbles." He patted her back and pushed her hair back. "Pick something."

"Right..." she sighed and scanned the rows of tray bakes. "Ooh! They have Fifteens! I missed those!"

Freddie giggled, "that's the Monica I know... we will take 6 please."

"I'm done." Mary appeared at his other side suddenly with a small bottle green bag. "Are we ready to go?"

"No... I'm buying Monica something." He dished some cash from his pocket. "Just a dozen Fifteens, she misses them from home."

"Oh, but crumbs will spill all over the car floor" she nagged, and Monica looked down.

"My car floor," Freddie handed the exact amount to the cashier and took the bag off him. "Now, let's head straight back to the main entrance."

******

"Alright, let's head back." Freddie shut the door after him as Monica started the engine.

"Actually, I need to go to the library" Mary interjected.

The pair both wanted to groan out loud. Freddie wanted to sit back and relax, and get back to his piano while his mind was still fresh, and Monica wanted a bite to eat. The images in her head of the marshmallow and glazed cherry pieces within those Fifteens made her mouth water.

"...alright." Monica swallowed it in and switched the engine on. "Fred, would you know any-"

"The British Library."

Monica turned pale, and Freddie turned to face the back seat, "Mary, that's all the way over in Saint Pancras."

"I know." She looked out the window. "There's a few things I want to look at."

"What things?" He asked her, knowing that Mary just wasn't a very 'bookey' person.

"Oh, you know... non fiction and that..."

"...Are you going somewhere? Is it travel guides you want? I know John might have some. I can always ask him for you if you want." Freddie suggested, feeling helpless.

...no reply...

Freddie gritted his teeth as Monica continued concentrating on the road. It took a frustrating ten minutes to get there, which was split on half when they had to stop for fuel. But on the bright side they were going to a library, and that meant books and books meant undiscovered treasures...

...For Freddie and Monica, that is.

"Right, Monica let's go to the art section..." once they entered the building Freddie immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her towards a staircase at the hall.

"Where are you going?" Mary followed behind.

"Monica and I want to look for some information on our favourite artists," he answered sharply. "Meet you back here in... fifteen minutes."

Mary stood at the bottom of the staircase as they both rushed away, then glanced over at the sign of directions only to find that they had gone the wrong way.

"He's trying to get rid of me just to be alone with that drip of a girl..." she huffed and went to the shelves holding the latest magazine editions.

Meanwhile the couple were snickering as they rushed up the lengthy stair case, passers by watching or shushing them.

"Is she-Is she gone yet?" Fred was breathless as they reached the double doors.

"Not really..." Monica glanced back and forth. "Alright, she is now..."

"In here!" He suddenly yanked her towards the next section that they were passing.

They rushed past the reading area with onlookers and ducked into the nearest aisle of shelves.

"Can you two be quiet please?" The librarian spoke across the space. "This is still a public library."

Monica mouthed "sorry" whereas Freddie rolled his eyes and let out an obnoxious groan when the woman sat back down at her desk.

"Where are we now?" He whispered and took his sunglasses off, glancing around.

"Zoology" she replied when she saw the overhead sign.

"Shit! Not art!"

"Well, you had to tell her something believable. She'll just think we got lost."

"True... but she would have my neck for supper if she could..." he sighed.

"...Hey! Lets find a book on cats! You love them!"

"Brilliant!" He giggled and pulled her to the C section of the aisle.

"Let me check F for Felines." She checked the shelf across from him. "We can find basic facts and cat history that way."

"Alright, even better..." his brow furrowed as he examined titles.

"Much better information with Latin names I tell you..." she whispered.

"Oh! I found something..." he pulled a hardback out gently:

A book of Cat Breeds and Varieties within the Feline species

He cooed and flicked through it, "Oh Monica look at all the beautiful different little cats!"

"Shushhhhh we will be thrown out!" She giggled as she peered over his arm, and the librarian gave the couple a warning glare.

"But that one is very cute!" He pointed at an ashy, silver cat with big golden eyes.

"Yesss yes yes but they all seem the same to me..." she rolled her eyes.

"What?! You have a cat back home in Belfast too! How can you say such a thing?" He slammed the heavy book closed... with her hand still in it.

"OOOWWWW!!"

Freddie dropped it and grabbed her hand and frantically examined her fingers, "Oh shit Monica I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!", ignoring the eyes all on them now as she shot him an annoyed look.

"Right! You two! If you're not going to take anything out then please leave!" The librarian got up from her desk and stormed over.

"Shit! Run!!" He grabbed her wrist and rushed away, knocking selves and displays over in the process.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" The librarian's shrill voice followed them as she clambered over the obstacles of knocked books and onlookers watched, but that only made them go faster and slowed her down.

They rushed down the steps as fast as they could, hand in hand.

"Where are we going to hide until the 15 minutes is up?!" She looked behind.

"We will make a run for it! Run to the car!" He dashed ahead of her.

"But Mary-"

"I'll just scream at her to follow!" He replied.

"Slow down, Freddie! I wasn't a sprinter like you!" She pleaded breathless.

"We are nearly down!"

"But it's yards away from here!"

"Not at this rate! Keep running"

The closer they got to the entrance the more they were able to see, and Mary was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for them.

"Well, that was quick." She said once they joined her, panting as they propped themselves on their knees.

"You don't say," Freddie let out. "Did you-Did you get done what you wanted to do?"

She nodded and held up a variety of travel guides and brochures, each happened to be addressing the cities in America that Queen were going to set off and be touring in at the end of the year.

Monica felt like someone punched her in the stomach, "oh..."

She looked down as her cheeks grew hot, embarrassed and disappointed. Although they had never really talked about it she hoped that she would be able to join him, as much as it hurt knowing why it was more sensible for him, an impulse buyer, to bring the head of his finances.

But all wasn't lost.

"Oh... Mary, why have you got those?" Freddie awkwardly asked her. "Don't you remember what I offered before we went?"

"For the next tour," she slipped them into her bag. "I need to brush up on these places, don't I?"

Monica hung her head low, and turned to the direction of the toilets. But a hand stopped her, Freddie's hand.

"Actually, Mary," he took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. "I... I wasn't intending to bring you with me this time."

Monica lifted her head, and took her place at his side again.

"What? But, you can't be serious!" Mary's blue eyes widened.

Freddie nodded and crossed his arms, "I am serious."

The woman glanced over to the girl who she very well knew by now was taking her place, "but, I'm the one who looks after your finances and..."

She didn't have much else to support her argument. Mary didn't like thinking of him with someone else. Monica's cheeks grew hotter by the minute as those eyes looked at her.

"But I'm rich enough. Nothing drastic will happen to my account. I'll be fine!" He said, linking his arm with Monica's and instinctively lacing his hand with hers. "Anyway, it'd make more sense if Monica was my accomplice from now on... You seem to be forgetting that she's my girlfriend now."

"I see," Mary's hand grasped her handbag strap. "Well, I can see that I'm clearly not... not wanted."

"Oh Mary don't say that!" He sighed. "I want more time with Monica when I go on tour, that's all!"

But rather than breaking down in tears, Mary just turned around and stomped off, a lot like she did at the downtown club when they first met.

"How-How will you get home?!" He called after her.

"Tube or Taxi!" She called back, expecting him to follow her and admit that he was right.

But he didn't budge. He looked down at his feet with remorse as Monica helplessly stood quietly. She watched in the corner of her eye as Mary stopped for a moment when she reached the doors, still waiting for Fred to follow, before giving in and walking out.

Freddie exhaled sharply, and turned to Monica, "well, that wasn't very smooth."

"Oh Freddie I'm so sorry." She panicked.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he lifted her chin. "In fact, it was something that was tormenting me for the past while. I'm glad that an opportunity finally arose to get it out of the way."

"Still, it was hard." She looked away.

"It could've been worse, you know." He looked in her eyes. "I don't want you worrying about it, alright? You're in my life now, and I want you with me from now on."

"Honestly, I'm flattered, but are you sure you've prioritised this right?" She looked back worriedly.

"I have thought a lot about it and discussed it with manager and the boys, believe me," he replied with all seriousness. "I have been meaning to ask you for a whil if you would come with me. Of course, Mary will probably pop over occasionally to discuss money things but I will make sure she will catch her return flight and not come up with another little excuse to linger. As far as I know you are going to be the one who will be meeting me back stage every night, going out with me during off-duty days, sitting beside me during meals and flights, and..."

He paused, for a cheeky grin appeared as he struggled to let it out.

"What?" She looked at him, and he leaned to her ear.

"You'll be the one in my hotel bed." He whispered before he started giggling madly.

"Oh, Fred!" She slapped his arm and scoffed as he laughed, people staring as they passed by.

Two teenage girls stopped and pointed, "Oh my god it's Freddie!"

Monica looked at him helpless as his hands frantically felt his head for his sunglasses to find that they were no longer on his head, making him visible to the world.

"It's really him!" One said as they ran over.

"Who's that girl with him?!" Said the other.

"I don't know, but I have seen them together in the magazines!" The other replied.

"Let's get out of here..." Freddie grabbed Monica and made it for the door, running as fast as he could as they weaved their way through the people.

The two girls screamed his name continuously and tried to claw at them both, and although they were being slowed down and the couple were outrunning them they were also attracting a lot of attention.

"God, don't they have homework to do in the library or something?! We need to get to the car!" He looked around for the Rolls helpless.

"Maybe you'll need a bodyguard too..." she looked behind her frequently

They took a sharp corner and there was the car, perched up on the kerb next to the building. A police man on parking duty approached it, ready to leave a ticket and fine...

"Shit! Officer! Officer! Help!" Freddie waved his arms frantically as Monica rummaged in her pocket for the car keys. "These girls are chasing us and I have no security! I am a VIP person! I'm Freddie Mercury!"

The policeman drew his hand away from the wipers and made his way to the screaming fangirls with arms ready to restrain them, "alright, ladies, you heard the man. Nothing to see here!"

Monica opened the car, and they both fumbled into their seats as the police man held the two fangirls back, and they both screamed and waved their arms towards his car.

"FREDDIE!! FREDDIE WE LOVE YOU!" They chanted.

"Start the engine! Now!" He strapped his seatbelt as Monica nodded and did so.

The policeman watched in disbelief as the car quickly sped away, and the girl's both wailed and made a dash for it, but this time unable to catch up.

"Are they gone?" Monica asked as she got back onto the motorway.

"Yes," Fred turned back to the front. "Well, that's one way to get out of a parking ticket."

"Sorry about that." Monica giggled. "Mary said she'd be quick, remember?"

"Oh, Mary," Freddie sighed and shook his head. "She isn't normally this particular."

Something then occurred to Monica.

"Why did she want to go to the library anyway? You told me that she hasn't been to school since 15 and she has no qualifications, plus why would she be interested in reading or going to a library and then taking out something that you already offered her?"

"That is beyond me too," he shrugged. "I don't know what goes on in that woman's head most of the time."

"Well, she's so quiet that you can take a wild guess..." Monica wanted to say, but instead she nodded.

Freddie silently watched ahead, lips pressed against his knuckles in deep thought. She felt the need to tell him what she thought.

Monica looked over, "you don't have to agree with me, but I believe that she took advantage."

Freddie hesitated, then nodded, "... No, you're right. I agree, love. Mary did overstay her welcome and I apologise. But now we finally shook her off."

"There's no need to apologise. She got done what she wanted to do... but wasn't it hard for you to let her down?" Monica slowed.

"Like I said earlier, it could've been worse," he shrugged. "Anyway, about that... I never got, to ask you properly."

"Asked me what?"

He took her hand, "Monica, will you accompany me on our next tour?"

She felt her heartbeat quicken.

"Oh you make me feel like the luckiest girl alive." She smiled. "Yes. Yes I will come with you."

"Brilliant!" He smiled and leaned over, and she quickly pecked his lips.

"Where do you want to drive through next?" She took her eyes back to the road.

Freddie didn't feel like going home, now that he'd been dragged around, "Hyde Park? I mean, it is on our way back."

She shrugged and nodded "makes sense. Hyde Park it is."

He smiled as she took the route back to Kensington.

"I'm sorry I hit you in the stomach at Harrods." She finally said after a minute.

He turned to her.

"I deserved it a little, let's be honest." He giggled. "I'm sorry I slammed the cat book shut on your hand."

"Nahhhh I deserved that a little too, let's be honest." She smiled to herself. "I guess that makes us on good terms."

Once they reached the gate into the park at Marble Arch, Monica drove along the North to West Carriage drive, scanning around at the greenery and the trees.

"I've never been to this part before..." she murmured.

"I think that there are some car parks for us to pull in near the serpentine." He said.

"Alright... Can we eat when we get parked? I'm so hungry."

"Oh hell yes!" He picked the bag up.

She giggled, "okay mister."

She eventually found a parking spot after she crossed the bridge, and as the sun hung low all that was left in the park were a few dog walkers, a disbanding fitness group and park keepers either picking up litter or navigating on karts.

"There's a kiosk over there," Freddie undid his belt. "Would you like some tea?"

"Maybe a bottle of water?" Monica dug some money out of her pocket.

"Oh put that away, taxi driver!" Freddie stepped out.

He shut the door after him as she giggled and watched him walk away. The silence in the car caused her to instinctively glance towards the control panel. She dug out the manual and found out how to switch the radio on, for there were so many gadgets included such as a car telephone and she didn't want to do anything drastic such as set the airbags off. She also found two handy cup holders and popped them out.

"Oh, you're exploring it already!" He said as he stepped back in.

"How much did you pay for this thing?!" She flicked through the manual.

"That's for me to know and you to guess." He winked as he handed her bottled water.

"Thanks," she smiled and unscrewed it. "Should we have a toast?"

"Of course," he took a Fifteen out of the bag and held his cup up. "Alone at last."

"Finally." she giggled as she bumped her bottle in response.

"Let me just turn it up a little.." Freddie adjusted the volume of the radio as How deep is your love by The Beegees started to fill the car.

"So you found the radio," she laid back a bit, and the feeling of her stretched legs and rested head felt wonderful. "What else could you want?"

"Oh yes," he patted his lap. "If you wanted to relax and come over for a cuddle why didn't you just say so?"

She gingerly crawled over, "Because I never thought you'd ask."

He giggled as she settled and curled up on his lap, and he slung his arms around her and cradled her.

"This song is so overplayed... I even remember it playing the night that we met" she murmured.

He lifted his arm toward the control panel, "Well, darling, if you bring out the manual and show me how to reutune it-"

"Nah, leave it on" She stopped his hand and pulled it back to her.

She listened to his heart beating as she pressed her ear against his chest, staring out the window as the park began to empty.

"Thank you for towing us both around today," he kissed her head and began to smooth her hair. "Especially if one of them is a difficult customer."

"Who would that be then? You?" She joked.

"Oh shut it, Little Miss Over-The-White-Line Crooked Parker!" He teased.

"What?!" she quickly opened the door to check the markings on the tarmac as he laughed.

"Fooled you!" He wore a silly smile as Monica slammed the door shut again.

"Liar!" She tutted as she settled back against his chest, listening to his quickening heartbeat, and lifted her head...

"Seriously though," he rubbed her cheek. "You had a lot to put up with and I know that you're not the most confident driver ever."

"We should've let Mary drive to those places today. She asked for it." She smiled as she placed her hand over his.

He giggled, "Well, we now know for the future."

"I believe in you, you know the door to my very soul..." Barry Gibb serenaded through the speakers as Monica rubbed his chest. She glanced up and slowly removed his sunglasses and stared up into those brown eyes for the first time in what felt like ages. 

Then they finally locked lips, this time for much longer as the sun dipped behind the greenery.

"I think we should move into the back seat." He let out when they broke.

"Whatever for?" She looked up at him as he slipped his arms around her tighter, his lips softly grazing her forehead.

"Because," he planted kisses on her face that seemed to consume her. "I want you..."

He looked around, out each window of the Rolls before pulling her body into the back seat as his breathing rapidly began to heaven, her unzipping his leather jacket and unbuckling his belt. He lifted her skirt up as they kissed, and pulled her further down onto the leather seats, climbing on all fours above her.

"My angel..." his heartbeat quickened as his thumb moved a strand of hair back from her face.

She looked up at him as he shook his jacket off and flung it into the passenger seat before leaning back down to kiss her neck as he removed her panties.

"Freddie..." she sighed, swiftly pulling his shirt off as gentle, hungry moans escaped his mouth. He grabbed the throw from earlier which was now laying on the car floor, draping it over one another.

Their lips met again as his hands rubbed her inner thighs and her waist, hers running along his chest and through his scalp as he pushed his boxers and trousers down to release his erection.

"Monica... I just can't help myself when I'm with you..." he whispered, forehead pressed against hers as he slipped his large hands under her cashmere top, savouring the heat of her body.

"Why?" She murmured as her fingers traced the contours of cheeks and his lips.

"You're beautiful" he positioned himself, pulling her thighs up against his waist and allowing her to wrap them around him.

They both let out a moan as he pushed himself into her, their hands feeling and savouring each other's bodies.

He swallowed his breath as he started to move, her letting out a silent gasp and grabbing onto his scalp and the skin on his back with each hit.

"Freddie..." her eyes closed and mouth fell open in pleasure.

"Mmmm..." he grunted.

"What if-What if someone sees us...?" She groaned weakly.

"No-Nobody will" he panted.

"Oh... oh god, yes!" She heaved, causing him to go faster and harder.

He groaned into her ear as he felt her hands slipping up and down his back, pulling him in deeper.

"Monica..." he breathed, lacing his hand with hers.

"Y-Yes?" She planted kisses on his shoulder.

"Oh fuck..." he trailed off as he grew closer to his release.

She gasped and dug her nails into his hand as he thrust himself deeply into her once more, both letting out heavy moans as he collapsed on her pounding chest. She slung her arms around him as he took a moment to catch his breath, kissing the top of his head lovingly as a dizzy smile formed on his face.

"Well..." she smiled as he lifted his head. "Maybe we should have saved this for when we got back."

"Oh but I love you too much," he nuzzled her. "Also, that woman's antics were driving me crazy... I only wanted to be alone with you."

She wiped his sweaty forehead and smirked, "but you let temptation get the better of you."

"Maybe I did," he sat back up gently and pulled his pants back up before pulling her against him. "But it was still worth it... we deserved it for being lorried about London like that you know."

"You're probably right." Monica planted a kiss on his hairy chest before sitting back up to pull her panties back on.

Freddie lay back and rested his head on his crossed arms, watching her intently as she fixed her skirt and her top. He opened an arm for her to join him again, and she was about to lay back down for cuddles when he watched her freeze and look out the car window above his head.

"What's the matter, darling?" He glanced above him, propping himself up gently.

She squinted, "Isn't that the park keeper... locking the gate?!"

They watched the man shut the two heavy dark green iron gates after him, locking them both in. Freddie fixed his fly and belt and scrambled back into the passenger seat, and let it out:

"Oh, FUCK."