Chandler loved comics. Chandler loved comic book babes even more. He had recently looked at the website that said the hottest female comic book character, and thoroughly agreed with the decision of the one and only Emma Frost.
He realized right then and there that he needed to have her, even more than he needed to have Catwoman. For Catwoman, while certainly hot, was not THE hottest comic book babe. No no, that title was reserved for the White Queen of his Heart, the one and only Emma Frost.
Emma had already grown bored with Scott--Both of them. She needed someone fresh. Someone funny. Someone ... Friendly.
She pulled on her white leather gloves, and started out the door for the nearest coffee shop. But she didn't make it there.
Chandler saw her from across the street, and quickly ran to her side. "Hello," Chandler Bing said. "Is it me you're looking for?"
Emma caressed his face, and whispered in a low, sexy voice. "Yes, my fresh, funny, Friend."
"My one and only Emma Frost," Chandler seductively murmured into her mouth as he kissed her, full on the lips. "You are the White Queen of my Heart," he said, his hands moving over her scantily clad body.
"Take me, Chandler. Take me right here. Against this wall of Love."