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..."