June 27, 2011
Author's Note: My attempt at a Mondler-centric fanfic. This gives me an opportunity to take a break from writing The Friends Project (which if you haven't read, I suggest you check it out – lots of Mondler scenes).
Trysts is basically my take of Monica and Chandler's relationship starting after they got together in London. (And Rachel and Ross came back from London the same time as everyone else did.)
Please review – should I continue this?
I don't own Friends.
Trysts
(Chandler's POV)
I am cuddled up with Monica on the bed (Monica's bed!). And I still cannot believe that we spent the night together – or the nights in London together (having the most mind-blowing sex ever!). The Not in New York rule had been shattered to pieces today, after I went back after Monica (claiming to be still on London time) and I am still in complete and utter disbelief when she said that my pathetic excuse counted. (I mean, I was the guy she rejected umpteen times when we were on the beach in Montauk!)
The fact that I am voluntarily cuddled up after Monica post-sex is a significant one (none of Ross's rolling manoeuvres were necessary). It's weird. Really odd. I've always been the guy who likes his personal space – and with previous girlfriends, I always felt trapped and suffocated. Not with Monica though.
It just feels right.
I can't describe it in any way.
After the night of seven times, now that I think of it – it wasn't just the fantastic sex that made us seek each other out – it was more than that. But I can't put any name to that feeling – probably because there is no name for it.
I mean two people who just want sex would not contemplate doing the dirty while their brother was asleep in the exact same room. (Especially if said brother is over-protective of his little sister!)
The alarm goes off, and Monica stirs. (God, she is so beautiful!)
She hits the off button with practiced ease, pulls herself out of my embrace and turns to face me.
"Rachel will be up soon." She whispers.
"I guess that means I should go soon." (Do I really have to? It's so comfortable here.)
"Yeah, I guess..." She trails off. (There's a subtle frown in her expression.)
"So how long are you going to be jet-lagged?" (There seems to be good luck in London analogies!)
Monica stays silent, but she stares at my eyes. (Her eyes are so blue... Never noticed how blue they were before.)
She appears to be in deep thought. (Please say something!)
"For a while." She finally replies rather quietly.
She reaches for my hands. I gently grab them.
"So are we going to keep our trysts to ourselves?" (I don't think I want the others to find out. Ross would kill me if he knew I was having sex with his sister!)
"Yeah, I think so. We will just have to pretend everything is normal." Monica sighs. (Is that a good sigh?)
"I wish I didn't have to go." I murmur gently into her ear.
"Me too." She lets go one of her hands to caress my cheek.
"Meet me at the old Japanese place for lunch?" I ask hopefully. (Please say yes!)
"Oh yeah, definitely."
I get up, kiss Monica and walk back to my apartment as quietly as humanly possible.
(Monica's POV)
Rachel and Joey are sitting at the table, waiting the breakfast that I am currently cooking. (Where's Chandler?)
The last few days with Chandler had been absolutely amazing. (Even Richard wasn't that good!) And I can't believe I am thinking this either. (I mean I taught Chandler where all the erogenous zones were!) But obviously he's not terrible at the sex – he probably asked me to help him due to his own low self-confidence.
Do I want to pursue a relationship with Chandler? He's my best friend. The guy I tell all my secrets to (even the ones that Rachel doesn't know) and he tells me all of his (his crappy childhood, his third nipple and some other crazy things that no one else knows). He's also the guy that comforts me whenever I break up with a guy. And we have had some of the best times together.
But before I can think any further, the door opens.
Chandler is dressed nicely in a suit. (Never noticed how cute he looked in a suit!) We make eye-contact, and he walks to the table to join Rachel and Joey – who are having a pointless debate on which cereal is the best. (Joey loves his Frosted Flakes; Rachel loves Lucky Charms.)
I serve breakfast – sunny-side up eggs, some tomatoes, sausages and bacon.
"I am telling you, Rach, Frosted Flakes is still better!" Joey insists.
"But Lucky Charms has marshmallows!" Rachel replies.
"I mean, they are g-rreeaaatttt!" Joey cries out.
"I have no doubt that cereals with a sugar-hyper tiger or a leprechaun named Lucky as their mascots both taste amazing to people in their twenties." Chandler remarks sarcastically.
Joey and Rachel both shoot Chandler a glare, and continue their conversation as if the interruption never occurred. Chandler picks up the newspaper on the table and flips through it. I catch him sneaking looks at me. Our eyes meet again and we both blush. (Rachel and Joey are totally oblivious to what's going on).
Rachel and Joey both finish their breakfasts and run off to work. (They are both heading in the same direction.) Chandler finishes his plate, collects Rachel and Joey's plates and brings them to the sink.
"No Ross today?" Chandler inquires.
"Yeah, he's got to get to work early today." I reply. (He's still frantic about Emily.)
Chandler leans over to kiss me. I kiss him back passionately. (Nothing feels better than this!)
We break apart, and quietly wash the dishes. Our hands frequently brush against each others', way too often for it to be considered a coincidence. After the last dish, which Chandler dries, and I put away, he reaches for my hands, and we simply look at each other.
Before I know it, Chandler has to go to work, and so do I. We both reluctantly move ourselves from the sink and out to our respective workplaces.
(Chandler's POV)
I reach for the sushi in my bento box with my chopsticks. Monica is sitting directly across from me and we'd basically spent the entire time looking at each other while conversing about our respective jobs and friends.
Frankly, we are all quite worried about Ross, who's pretty much hidden himself away ever since Emily ran off from her own wedding – last time I saw him, he was frantically dialing every person that has had a relationship with his wife in order to find her.
Oh and Phoebe is expecting her triplets to come any day now.
But despite this idle chit-chat about Ross's problems and Phoebe's pregnancy, I am struggling to define what is between Monica and me. Does she want a relationship with the commitment-phobic Chandler? Do I want a relationship with someone who has wanted marriage and kids since forever?
I can't answer the first question – since I haven't worked up the guts to ask Monica what she wants (I am a chicken!). But the second question has a rather gray answer. The commitment-phobic Chandler is balking at the potential commitments required, but there seems to be another side of me that actually seems okay with it. I mean, it's not commitment with a random person, but with Monica. (And I know from my experiences after Mr. Heckles death, that I do not want to be alone.)
She is now currently brushing against my leg with her own leg. (Ever since we got back from London, we've been having the urge to have physical contact with the other.) Thank god Rachel and Joey were completely unaware of what was going on at breakfast – the longer than normal looks, the eye contact and the blushing!
We wait for the waiter to bring back the bill, which I end up paying for – since I know Monica is a bit short on money this month (despite her protests!).
And we walk outside, hand-in-hand, with rather contented grins on our faces. (As if we were an old long-established couple!)