Hello! How is everyone today? I'm really good, but cold. Like really, really cold. Anyway, I thought what would happen if Joey had been there that night in London. What would have really happened? This is my take on it. REVIEW!
Disclaimer: Funny story, they're not mine, well, actually, that wasn't so funny.
Monica stood in front of the door bouncing from one foot to the other. She was sipping a drink, her...well, she had lost count of how many she had drank, and waiting for someone to answer the door. Hoping that it would be her good friend Joey. She needed meaningless sex. And who better to have meaningless sex with then the king of meaningless sex himself? Her hopes were answered as Joey opened the hotel door and gave her a smile.
"Hey Mon," he said. "What's up?"
"Is Chandler in there?" She asked. He shook his head.
"He went to get something to eat," Joey answered.
"I thought you were going out tonight with that bridesmaid?" Monica asked stalling. She suddenly didn't know about this.
"I don't know," Joey said shrugging. "I just didn't."
"Joey?" Monica's voice was low and she leaned forward. He instinctively leaned forward to hear her. "Can I ask you a question?" He nodded.
"Sure, Mon, anything," he told her and braced himself for her words. As soon as they were out of her mouth, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Their lives were changed from that point on.
"Will you sleep with me?" His mouth dropped open and he went to answer her, but didn't know what to say to that.
"Are you serious?" She nodded feverishly. "How drunk are you?" She shrugged.
"Drunk enough to know I want to do this, not drunk enough for you to be taking advantage of me," she told him.
"Monica..." He started, letting her in and pacing as he thought about it. He had always wanted to have sex with her. Of course, that really didn't mean anything, as he wanted to have sex with Rachel and Phoebe too. She was a hot woman and he was very attracted to hot women. But she was one of his best friends, and besides that she was...No he had promised he would never tell anyone. She sat on the edge of the bed nervously waiting for him to say something, anything. He just paced weighing the options in his head. She was Monica, his friend, but she was also Monica, the beautiful woman across the hall. He had dreams about her. He had often let himself wonder what she was...No, he couldn't do that, he had to stay strong. He would tell her no. Of course not. He couldn't do that. She was Ross's baby sister. She was his friend. She was...She was gorgeous. Her legs crossed as she tapped her foot to an invisible beat. So, he opened his mouth to tell her no, and instead when he spoke he said,
"Sure." Sure? Sure? Where had that come from? He had meant no. Hadn't he? Did he really want to do this? The answer came a lot quicker then he thought it would. Yes. Yes, he wanted to do this.
"Really?" She asked looking up. He nodded.
"Maybe we should go back to your room," he said. "Chandler will be back soon." She nodded and grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room and down the hall to her room. She threw open the door and as soon as she was inside, he kissed her. He took her into his arms and kissed her. It felt so good. Like he was meant to kiss her. She responded eagerly to his kisses. Time seemed to slow down as he laid her on the bed and slowly undid her zipper. Tossing the red dress onto the carpet of the floor, he kissed her as continued undressing both of them. Down the hall in his own room, their best friend flipped through the channels wondering where Joey had gone, and if Monica was feeling any better. He sat in his ignorance and didn't know that his best friend was now sleeping with the woman that he had loved from a distance for years. He finally turned out his light figuring Joey had hooked up with some girl and was staying at her room tonight. If he only knew.
The next morning, Monica awoke with strong arms around her. She rubbed her eyes, and her temples to rid the slight hangover she had from drinking the previous night. She rolled over to see who was in the bed with her and gasped as she saw Joey and the memories from the night before filtered back into her mind.
"Oh my God," she said sitting up and shaking her head. "This didn't happen. I didn't do this. I didn't do anything." Joey rolled over and feeling cold where her body had been he woke up to see her sitting up and shaking her head.
"Monica?" He asked sitting up quickly. Then it hit him as well. What they had done the night before, and the consequences of those actions. "We...we....need to talk, I think." She just gave a short nod and turned to face him and listen to what he was going to say.
"Last night..." she started.
"It was..." he was trying to formulate in his mind what he should say. The truth was the night before had been amazing. She had been amazing. But did she feel the same way? Was she as enthralled with him as he was becoming with her? She looked into his eyes.
"What do you think Joey?" She asked.
"I think that it was good," he answered honestly. He waited on baited breath for the reply. It came quietly and he almost asked her to speak up because he couldn't hear what she had said.
"So do I," she said. Joey leaned forward and took her face in his hands as he kissed her ever so gently on the mouth.
"So now what?" He asked.
"Now," she said half dazed and breathless from the kiss. "You go back to your apartment and I get in the shower and we go to Ross's wedding." Joey nodded and kissed her once more before getting out of the bed.
"I think I have a better solution," he said. "How about you and I get in the shower and then I go back to my room."
"But won't Chandler notice?" Monica asked and the name of his best friend snapped him back to reality. Chandler. He hadn't thought of Chandler. Chandler, the Chandler who was in love with Monica. Who had confessed his love of her one night when. Chandler would be devastated if he found out that Monica and Joey had slept together. Joey kissed her again to force himself to stop picturing the look that Chandler would wear when he found out about the two of them. He led her into the bathroom and ran the warm water and told her not to worry about it.
Chandler fixed his tie in the mirror and waited for Joey to return. The door opened and Joey came in with his hair slightly wet and smelling slightly like perfume. A familiar scent, but he couldn't quite trace it.
"Have a nice night Joe?" Chandler asked smiling at his friend.
"Oh yeah," Joey said.
"With Felicity?" Chandler asked. Joey didn't answer just took his tux into the bathroom to get changed. Chandler took that as a yes and didn't push anymore and waited for him to come back out to get the details out of him. Instead, he was the one who did the talking.
"I should go check up on Monica," Chandler said.
"What? Why? Why would you do that?" Joey asked.
"Calm down," Chandler told him laughing. "It was just that she was a little depressed last night. I sent her to her room before she could do something that she regretted." Those words sent shivers through Joey and instant guilt.
"I'm sure she was fine," Joey said and shrugged. "But you can go check on her if it would make you feel better." Chandler didn't have to, because a moment later Monica appeared in the doorway and smiled at both of them. Both friends stood in front of a woman who could possibly break their hearts. A woman who probably would. Joey now understood how Chandler had felt about Kathy. He knew Chandler was in love with her, but he couldn't stop himself from falling for her. All it had taken was a single kiss, and he was done.
"You guys ready to go?' She asked sweetly. Joey nodded and flashed her a look and smiled at her. Chandler nodded and took her by the shoulders.
"How are you today Mon?" He asked.
"I'm fine, I was just a little upset last night," she told him. He nodded.
"You know how I worry about you," he said laughing. He slipped his arm around her and led her to the elevator. "Come on, let's go see Ross get married." Joey tossed a silent look to her and followed them, his eyes never leaving Chandler's arm draped across her shoulder.
"I can't believe he did that!" Monica exclaimed walking into the boys' room with them in tow.
"I know," Chandler said shaking his head. "Rachel? What a time to say a name!"
"I know the only worse time is during sex," Joey said laughing and was silenced by a look from both Chandler and Monica. "Sorry."
"I'm going to go see if he's okay," Chandler said walking out of the room leaving Monica and Joey alone together.
"So..." she said wringing her hands together.
"So," he said smiling at her. He leaned forward and kissed her again. A knock on the door interrupted as he sighed in frustration and answered it. Rachel came in and grabbed her best friend's arm as she pulled her away from Joey.
"Mon, what do you think this means? Should I go talk to him? What now?" What now? That was the question of the day. What happened now with Ross's marriage, what happened now with Monica and Joey? What happened now? What happened now? Joey felt like screaming it across the room at Monica and Rachel who were deep in conversation. What now Mon? What do we do now? What happens to us when we get back? What happens to our friendship? And Chandler? What happens to Chandler? Monica was seemingly oblivious to Joey, which was completely unlike her. But she was rather focused on Rachel and her problems. Chandler came back in and Monica jumped up to find out what happened with Ross and Emily.
"Emily's gone," he whispered to her and she gasped.
"Where did she go?" Chandler shrugged. "How's Ross?"
"A mess," Chandler said and Monica trembled and rubbed her temples. "Come here." He gathered her in his arms and rubbed her back .
"Rachel's driving me crazy," Monica said.
"Then listen," Chandler told her. "I'll take care Rachel. Joey? Can you take Monica back to her room?" What is he doing? Joey thought to himself. He's making this so easy on us. Stop that. No, he was taking care of his friends. He was making sure that Monica was okay. He was being a good friend. What am I being? A traitor, so this is why that guy with the eggs did it. He couldn't help himself. He wondered if there was a girl involved with that too. What was his name? He asked Monica on the way to her room.
"What's that traitor during the Revolutionary War's name?" Joey asked rubbing his chin thinking. "You know, the guy with the eggs."
"Benedict Arnold?" Monica asked.
"Yeah him," Joey nodded and snapped his finger at her causing her to giggle. She opened her door and they stepped inside. Once inside they were back in that silence. He kissed her and it didn't take long before her dress was laying on the floor as he pulled off his clothing never taking his eyes off her.
Chandler calmed Rachel down and Phoebe had called and they were off talking as he left the room quietly and was going to try to find Joey and Monica. Monica. She was so beautiful. She looked so good in that bridesmaid dress. He wondered briefly if they could....no, she was his friend and didn't feel that way about her. But it was a different country. Did the same rules apply to London? He wondered and smiled. Monica would laugh if he suggested it and added his theory on London. He neared her door and realized that she had left a key with him, so he didn't have to knock. He raised his arm and pulled the key out of his pocket and placed it in the lock......
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