Friends: Deleted Scenes - Mona's Apology
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Rachel was flipping through a magazine, one afternoon, as she sat on the couch in the apartment she and Ross shared. A soft knock came to the door, and she went to open it. Her look of surprise must have been obvious, when she saw Ross' most recent short-term girlfriend.
"Oh. Hi Mona. Um, Ross isn't here. But, uh... he should be back after 5."
"That's all right. I actually... came to talk to you," the blonde said, hesitantly.
"Oh... okay. Well, um," Rachel laughed to herself, for no reason other than the uncomfortable situation, "come on it. Can I, can I get you anything?"
"No, nothing, thanks," Mona replied as she walked in and Rachel closed the door. A few paces into the room, Mona saw the bassinette by the window. "Ohhh, is this her?" she asked with a friendly smile.
"Yes, that's my angel, Emma. I just fed her and put her down, so she'll probably sleep for a couple hours, otherwise I'd let you..."
"Oh no, that's fine," Mona interrupted her.
There was an awkward moment of silence between the two women. Then Rachel suddenly said, "Well. Um, sit down. Have a seat. So, uh... what's up... Mona?"
"Well," the woman began, not really knowing where to begin. "I, uh, I wanted to talk to you, Rachel... and, and apologize. You see, when Ross and I broke up, I'm sure you thought it was all because of you, and really... it wasn't."
Rachel could tell that Mona was having a hard time saying what was on her mind, and she didn't want to make it any more difficult for her by being standoffish. So she moved down the couch, and took the blonde's hand in her own. She gently patted it as their palms rested together and Mona went on.
"There were some... other things that made me break up with him, and, and I know... in all of that... I acted like a bitch. To, to you. And... and I'm sorry."
"Wow," Rachel said, floored. "I, I don't know what to say. I mean," she laughed nervously as she went on, "I figured you thought I was the bitch for coming between you and Ross."
"Oh, no, not at all. I mean, it was strange to think about him living with his old girlfriend... who, um... who he got pregnant."
Rachel looked down at the floor, uncertain if they had just crossed into cat-fight territory. "Yeah that, that was pretty unusual."
Moan went on. "And, to be honest Rachel, I was more intimidated than angry."
"Intimidated? By me?" she questioned.
"Well, yeah. I mean, you are just so beautiful and, and desirable... and anyone... would be lucky to be with you. Even just a one time, spur of the moment thing."
"Oh, I don't know about THAT..." Rachel said, embarrassed, but quite flattered.
"No really, just look at you. You had a baby, what... two months ago? And you already look... amazing!"
"Well, I got back to the gym, pretty much right away," she responded, chucking and trying to pass off the complement.
"No, but it's more than just your body..." Mona went on lavishly, as the fingers of her free hand ran along Rachel's denim-clad thigh. "...your sexy legs... and I bet that drop-dead ass is back too," she said with almost a girlish giggle. "No, it's your smooth skin..." She caressed Rachel's cheek. "And your perfect hair..." Her fingers ran through Rachel's long, light brown locks, as she admired the deep blonde highlights. "Your eyes... your lips..." she intoned, nearly hummed, as she stared deep into Rachel's eyes. "Just... everything... about... you."
Rachel seemed to be in Mona's trance. She didn't even notice the voice trailing off and the distance shrinking between their lips. She closed her eyes, almost involuntarily, as their lips pressed together in the gentlest of kisses.
A quiet smooch reached their ears when Mona moved her head back, just a few inches. Her gaze danced over Rachel's face, as the honey-brunette simply sat there, eyes still shut, with the smallest bit of saliva beaded on her lower lip.
After a few quiet seconds, Rachel's eyes slowly opened. "Omigod," she said softly with cracking voice. The tip of her tongue slipped across her lip and took in the droplet. "Did you... did you just kiss me?"
Her answer came as another kiss. This one was longer and more passionate. Rachel found herself kissing back, completely uncaring that it was with another woman. The lips were so soft... so supple... so perfect to touch with her own.
Then, they separated. Rachel had a dreamy, confused look on her face. "But, um..." she cleared her throat, "are you... do you..."
"A lesbian? Do I like women?" Mona finished the questions. "No, I'm not a lesbian... Not, not exactly. But, um, that's one of the reasons I broke up with Ross." She sat back a bit. "With everything he told me about how his first marriage ended, I just didn't think he'd be able to accept the fact that I like women, as much as men."
Mona seemed to not be able to keep eye contact, as her confession went on. Rachel however was intent on the her words. "From the first time I saw you, at Chandler and Monica's wedding... I just thought you were... a vision. I, I couldn't even keep my eyes on the bride." She gave a little hesitant laugh at the admission. "And while I was with Ross, I secretly hoped... that maybe the three of us could get together. Even if just for one night. And somehow, months after all that... I, um... I found myself back in this apartment. But... but this time, not... wanting Ross."
Rachel tried to take in all that Mona was saying, and all that she was meaning. But the only thing she could think about was that kiss. The only thing she could look at was Mona's lips, as her mouth formed each word.
"Do... do that again," she said softly. Mona leaned in, and taking Rachel's request as a very good sign, engaged her in a third kiss, and a fourth, and even more passionately, a fifth. Mona's tongue slipped ever so slightly between Rachel's lips, and scraped against her teeth. She withdrew it almost immediately, and pulled back a bit.
But Rachel's mouth pursued that tongue, and her hands came up to cradle Mona's face. Her own tongue dove into her partner's mouth, tasting the sweetness within. The sounds of their kissing became louder, with more abandon. Without thinking and without breaking their liplock, Rachel shifted position, kneeling with one leg under her, facing Mona.
The sexy blonde woman's hands glided up and down the tight blue jeans covering Rachel's legs and hips. As the pair went on, seizing breaths where possible, those hands traveled up to Rachel's waist, grasping the soft grey sweater that she wore. They released and moved upward, rubbing her torso, her shoulders, her arms. As they came back down, Mona dared to reach in and cup Rachel's breast. That full, firm, mother's breast.
Rachel didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. She simply purred softly and kept on kissing.
Minutes later, with Mona continuing to fondle her tit, Rachel tore her lips away and looked to the side. She still held Mona's face, and she rested her cheek on her forearm and tried to catch her breath. She hadn't kissed anyone that passionately for a very, very long time. She looked at the entrance to the short hallway that led to her bedroom.
"Do you... want to..." Rachel couldn't bring herself to say the words in her mind.
She looked back at Mona and was greeted by a warm accepting smile. "I'd like that a lot," was the reply.
Rachel stood. With a somewhat bashful glance at Mona, she took her hand and led her down the hall.
Once inside, Rachel closed the door. They had said nothing since the couch, and her face held a contemplative look. She wondered if she should go through with it, though deep down, she knew that she would.
So, with sober resolve, and before she could change her mind, Rachel turned and kissed Mona. As their tongues intertwined, the blonde's hand went back to her new lover's breast. Rachel moaned with the gentle squeezing.
Their lips separated. Mona glanced down Rachel's body. She wore a grey cashmere cardigan. The top several buttons we already undone, with Rachel's full bosoms filling in the cradling fabric. Only the bottom two held the garment across her stomach. She looked quite matronly, yet unbelievably sexy.
Mona slowly unbuttoned the sweater and pushed off her shoulders. Rachel's slim arms slipped out of the tight sleeves. A feminine white tanktop was revealed. It was obviously something from before her pregnancy, with the way the thin fabric stretched across her bust. It was also obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath, from the slight color change in the fabric, caused by her nipples.