3. Meow!

Her hand fitting perfectly in his, bodies complimenting each other as they danced together. Every emotion exchanged between their eyes creating a connection unspoken.

His eyes were different in this moment... More expressive than she knew eyes could be. If it were anyone else, she would drop her gaze. But with Freddie... she was drawn in closer, wanting more. His voice still ringing in her ears, so smooth, raw as it spoke to her, intimately invading her own space.

Under her breath this time, she sang the words she remembered. "Guaranteed to blow your mind... Any time..."

Freddie slipped his tongue between his lips and wet them, sweeping her hair behind her ear for a better look at her face, watching her lips. "Destined for success."

She smiled. "Looks like I won't have to coax a star attitude out of you." Enormous....talent. Despite the tightness hugging him in all the right places, her eyes abstained from wandering to his enormous package to match.

His lips, his voice now along her ear, growling under his breath. Fast and potent with his seductive confidence... "When I want something, I'm not floored by anything darling."

One look at Freddie's face and Estella knew he'd photograph beyond beautifully. "Mick," she held out an arm and flagged down Mick Rock, motioning him to Freddie. "He's beautiful isn't he?" She took a step back and made room for Mick, yet her eyes still attached to Freddie's. "Think you could conjure up something for him?"

When Freddie saw Estella trying to slip away, he shifted his body behind hers. He grabbed her by the waist and pressed his chest up against her back. Wrapping his arms around her middle, he let his hands settle on her stomach, kneading the flesh a bit, putting pressure on her tummy and forcing her backside to press into his hips.

The sensitivity of their centers exchanged heat and brewed arousal. Electricity between them spiking their adrenaline, growing sensations teasing them to join together. Freddie's voice came in her ear again. "I'm sure we could wander into something...together."

Mick held his camera up to his eye, capturing the two of them in a picture together. "You two look decadently glam."

Freddie felt the deep breath she took that went all through her body. He hummed by her ear as she melted into his touch, loving how her body melded perfectly into his when he held her. His body heat all around her...

He let his hands slide down her frame ever so slowly, memorizing how the curves of her body felt in his hands, lips almost brushing her shoulder.

One sight of the rock & roll photographer's camera and active charmer Roger Taylor knew he needed to be in front of it.

"And I do the drums," joining in the photos and waving Brian and John over too, he hung on Freddie's shoulder.

Estella pardoned herself, squeezing Freddie's hand before letting go. "Let me know how it goes?" She winked at him as she walked away

Watching her slip into the crowd, she made her way out. Freddie bit his lip before blowing her a kiss and mouthing, "I will."

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"Estella. Dress rehearsals. Now." The assistant director barked.

"I'll just be a minute." She glared at him, eyes like daggers, then shut her dressing room door and dialed anyway. As if her making one phone call would kill the entire production...

Already exhausted trying to keep up with her day, the line rang, much longer than usual. She hadn't heard from him. She hoped he'd pick up.

He answered.

"Hey.."

"Hey!"

"Mm."

"Is everything okay?"

He sighed. "It's not actually."

"What's wrong?"

Her stomach dropped with the extent of his silence.

"......There's really no other way to say this. It's not working."

Her limbs went weak, wind knocked from her. Sure, these past few months hadn't been the best but..."Why??"

Silence became poison. For in that void of sound, the reality of their conversation was laid bare.

"I just... don't feel it anymore."

Was that all he could say? "What do you mean? Was it something I did? Something I said?"

"These past few months, I hoped we could rekindle our connection but... I just don't feel it." He sounded completely unaffected.

The dreadfully long pause he took seeped into her blood and paralyzed her brain, her pupils dilating, her hands tremoring. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"Yeah. I guess I'll just leave it on that note."

Christian hung up. The line dropped and so did the pit of her stomach.

"Estella," the assistant director banged on her dressing room door. "You're late. Lets go. Meow!" 

"Meow!"

"MeoW!!"

"MEOww!"

Waking her from another painful replay, more than ready for his breakfast, Chai, King of Mischief enjoyed the challenge of jumping on top of her lofty bed. The golden brown shades of his coat blended beautifully with the matching black fur on his head and paws and tail. Her own cup of morning tea.

As much as she wanted to roll over and sleep off that exhausting dream, Chai wouldn't allow that. She slid away her silk sleeping mask and found him brushing up against one of the bed's canopy posts before crawling across her body to lay on her stomach.

Little Mia on the other hand, lounged in her hammock in Estella's window nook, relaxing with the sunrise over the rolling hills of the mansion's demesne: Pure satisfaction with life's simplicity in this moment.

Chai accepted the petting session as a bribe, allowing Estella to get her emotions out before they strangled her to death. She pulled out her journal embroidered with her name.

Haven't you always been that type of person? To completely forget about someone and treat them like they're nothing?

I hate that I care so much. Why can't I forget about you as easily as you forgot about me? 

You walked away. 

Why don't you get how much that hurts? 

My feelings for you break me. How do I deal with this pain? 

I'm embarrassed of the gaping wound you left on my heart that I don't know how to heal. 

She folded the snippet and stored it in the drawer of her vanity. The kitties eagerly watched her every move when she got out of bed, both of them rising from their perches and stretching.

She didn't want to get sucked right back into her same mistakes... Swept off her feet by flirts.

Every single time she bought into it, her heart paid the price. Every time they got bored and moved on to something new. Different. Exciting.

The feel of Freddie's hands. The sound of his voice. And that palpable confidence of his that she could practically taste...

She headed those thoughts off while she could.

Marble cold on her feet, the kitties accompanied Estella down the main spiral staircase. The closer she came to the kitchen, so did the smell of fresh breakfast. Goodness, even after she insisted Martha enjoy all of her weekends off—

"Good morning."

Downstairs sitting on a comfortable ledge in her breakfast nook, looking out the window sipping tea sat Freddie Mercury. Fresh flowers atop the center of the table, morning's light contouring his cheeks. 

"You're back..." She wore nothing but an oversized white t-shirt that left Freddie imagining her silhouette underneath.

"Certainly beautiful here in the daytime too." When he raised the coffee mug to his lips, all she could see was the hot depth of his stare. "Sleep well did you?"

She raised a curious brow at his presence. "I did.... Did you?"

"Didn't need to."

"You've been up all night?"

"Busy night. Thanks to you." Freddie stole her gaze as he popped a strawberry into his mouth, watching her, like he was right at home. "Told you I'd let you know how it went."

Estella shot her questionable look at Martha. "What happened to your birthday weekend off?"

"It's bring-a-rockstar-to-work-day on my calendar.." Martha played her girl code card with finesse, simply smiling and preparing Estella's plate, then leaving them to their own devices as, proceeding to enjoy her birthday weekend as planned.

"Oh and who's this??" Chai and Mia peeked at Freddie from behind Estella's legs. Out poked Mia's head, watching him with big curious blue eyes, sniffing the air around Freddie trying to catch more of his scent. "Meow!"

He crouched down to her. "Hi beauties..." When Freddie extended his hand, Chai sniffed his black fingernails while Mia investigated by brushing her cheek up against his leg. "Don't you look at me like that! I'll have to take you with me..."

Warm fuzzies at the sight, Estella laid the kitties' breakfast down before taking her plate to the breakfast nook, taking a seat next to Freddie. "Hitting the road?"

"Headlining this time. Eighteen different venues. Eighteen!!" Freddie was still on fire, launching, and high on a little more than just from last night's release party.

"And check this out," Estella sat down her fork and handed Freddie the morning paper, more than pleased to see her point out the British charts that Killer Queen was already climbing.

Freddie took the paper, almost tearing it, wide eyed, mouth hanging open. "We are gonna fucking run with this... SO far! YES," he clapped.

Chai jumped, sitting to Estella's left. Freddie, to her right, reached across her body to pet him. "We've got some shoots with Mick now—you know what I told him??" With his body closer, she could feel the warmth of his presence. "I want one with just me and you.... To thank you."

She folded her napkin into her lap, then surprised Freddie when she started Léo Delibes' Coppélia on the nearby record player.

A marvel, his natural ability to make himself and others around him, feel right at home. Surprise visits deemed disorderly, yet this one... As he walked in, he woke up the blood in her brain, though she thought herself already awake.

With her parents hardly ever home, their vast Victorian mansion often felt empty. Her smile grew of its own accord in her moments with him, a breath of fresh air from all their rigid rules and formalities.

Remembering the time, she hurried into the guest bathroom to finish getting ready. "Where on earth did I put..." She didn't finish her sentence before she shut the bathroom door behind herself.

Licking her lips quite satisfied after enjoying a morning breakfast of tasty wet food, Mia sat at Freddie's feet. She looked up at him before licking her paw and washing her face. He smiled, petting her gray and gold coat. Meanwhile, Chai sniffed around a pink duffle bag for mischief and Freddie scratched under his chin to distract him. "Look at you two, like peaches and cream..." Freddie picked up the pink duffle bag. "It's gotta be, yeah.. I found your giant....pig." He held it up, calling to Estella.

The bathroom door flew open and out she came, long dark hair slicked back into a sleek bun. "You did?!?"

"How could you miss this fucking thing??"

He handed it to her and she took it from him, smiling. "Well Mr. Freddie Mercury... It's been an absolutely lovely breakfast. But I absolutely can't be late for this." She dug around in her duffle bag, double checking for her water bottle, turn board, and costumes.

"Then let's go shall we?" Freddie slowed her down one more moment by tilting her chin up. "My car's waiting outside."