Joey lay awake, staring at the ceiling. There was no way he was going to get any sleep tonight. No, not considering the fact that he kept banging his head at the post of the bed.

Only a few hours ago, the most beautiful woman he knew had pracitcally offered herself to him. And he, being the stupid idiot that he was, had chickened out.

Damn.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. His eyes widened, and he sat straight up. There was only one person that could be...

"Rachel?" he called softly.

"Joey, honey, are you all right?" the voice of an angel called back.

"Uh...yeah, why?"

"Well, what's that sound?"

He got up and pushed the door open. "Nothing, was I keeping you awake?"

"Oh, no, I was awake anyway," she replied, looking at him for a brief second before walking to the refrigerator. "Want a sandwich or something?"

"Just a beer, thanks." He watched her walking and noticed for the millionth time how beautiful she was. Her pajamas only made her look cuter. And that butt--

Suddenly, she turned around and he forced his eyes away. she walked over to him and clinked the bottles together, then gave one to him. "Merry Christmas."

"Rach?" It wasn't Christmas. It wasn't, was it? No, it definitely wasn't. "You okay?"

She yawned and stretched. "Just tired. And possibly drunk, because there are two empty six-packs of this stuff in that fridge. Unless that was you."

"And you couldn't fall asleep?"

She answered by collapsing in his arms.

"Holy crap, Rachel, are you all right?" I asked.

She nodded feebly. "Take me to my bed, Joey."

Trying to ignore what he was...feeling...he dragged her carefully into her bedroom and placed her in her bed.

"Joey, get me a paper bag," she ordered.

He ran into the kitchen, grabbed a bag, and ran back into the bedroom. As soon as he got there, she threw up into it. Then she looked at it. "A shopping bag, Joey? How much did you think I was going to vomit?"

"It was the first thing I could find!" he defended himself.

"Right, Joey." She smiled sleepily. "Get me a glass of water."

"What am I, your slave?" he demanded. Just because he was practically in love with the woman...

"Joey..."

"Okay, *fine.*" He pouted, then went to get a glass of water. He returned shortly afterwards carrying a shotglass with water.

As soon as Rachel saw it, she sighed. "You're incompetent, Joey." But she took it and drank the water. "Give me a hug."

He paused. "What the hell." He leaned down and hugged her--and then felt her lips on his.

He had no idea how it happened, but a hug managed to turn into a full-out French kiss.

And then she fell asleep.

He sighed, then looked back down at her and covered her with the blanket. "Good night, Rach."