I didn't expect this.

There was nothing in what happened tonight that would lead me to believe that I would wind up naked with Monica. Not that I'm complaining—not at all. It's just very unexpected.

I knew she had been feeling kind of down lately, what with Ross getting married for the second time and her mother constantly making digs about Monica never getting married. I guess that drunk guy thinking she was Ross's mother didn't help either.

We're collecting ourselves after our third round (third! I've had sex with Monica three times and I think I've got a few more in me!), not saying much of anything. Breathing heavily, Monica's heartbeat rapid beneath mine. I'm afraid to speak, afraid that if I say anything, the moment will be lost and this whole night will just be a dream. Instead, I kiss any part of her I can reach; her forehead, her neck, her collarbone, her lips. In return, Monica clutches me to her, her face buried between my neck and my shoulder, her fingers still digging into my shoulder blades, her lips scattering kisses up to my ear and down to my clavicle.

It's amazing.

Not surprisingly, I really enjoy kissing this woman. I've had a feeling she'd be fun to kiss, and I'll be damned if I wasn't right. I've spent a good deal of time tonight worshipping at the altar of her lips, praying and hoping against hope that I'll never have to leave. What's even more amazing is that she seems to like kissing me—ME. The guy who has never had much luck with women has turned out to be a good kisser.

And if the sounds she's been making tonight are any indication, she thinks I'm good at a few other things, too.

It's definitely an ego boost to hear Monica moan my name (and a few other words I couldn't quite make out), but it just makes me try even harder. I mean, if this is a one-time thing, I want to make sure we both remember it well. As goofy as it sounds, I also want her to know that I pay attention to what she says, and that her lesson on the seven erogenous zones wasn't a complete waste.

Carefully, now that I feel that I have a bit more control of my limbs, I shift my weight to the side so that I'm not completely crushing her ribcage. She makes a noise that sounds like a protest and I feel her tighten her grip on my back.

"What was that?" I ask quietly into her hair.

"Don't go," she answers just as softly.

I can't help it; I pull my face back a bit so that I can see her eyes. The look she gives me in response is a bit shy but steady, and I feel a grin pull at my lips. "Wasn't planning on it."

Her eyes light up, and I swear it feels as if my heart might burst. Her hand slides up to the nape of my neck as she pulls me down for another kiss; if I weren't so completely wrapped around her, I think I'd probably float off of the bed in happiness.

I slide my own hand up her arm until I can grasp her hand, then I slowly twine our fingers together. For something that is supposed to be so wrong, nothing in my life has ever felt more right.

Eventually, morning will come and this spell we've cast around ourselves will have to break.

But right now, I think round four is about to happen.

*AN…so, FRIENDS fic is a new thing for me. Don't know where it's coming from. Just gonna ride it out for a while.