A/N: I sincerely hope that this hasn't been done already, or something similar – I did try to check, but if I read all those tons of stories out there, I'd have no time left to write. If someone did write about it and even much like it, then sorry, but I honestly didn't know. If I missed on something or if any of you have another idea that you don't want to use yourself, and if it appeals to me, maybe there'll be another chapter with an alternative version. Or two. Or three ….

Update 7. November: Dear guest, thank you so much for your review, it's very encouraging and sooo appreciated! I'm just a little puzzled by it too. Is this story published on the main page? I think it is, but I'm still new here, so maybe I got something wrong. Or if not, it could be the M rating. Maybe I could have gone for T, but I like to be extra careful. Anyway, it doesn't matter much, I can always comfort myself by looking at the traffic stats which tell me that my stories get read. That's all I ask :-) I promise I won't switch sides either. (Um, which sides?!) And oh, could you point me to my "minor grammar errors" - that is if any are still left now (I rechecked and also added a few lines) - as I would like to correct them asap. Seriously, I hate to get something wrong. I guess it's the German in me :-)

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"I am going to cook anything you want in here, and I am going to do anything you want in there!"

Much later, when Chandler had curled up on the couch, miserably contemplating the dismal prospect of spending at least the rest of that night there solo until Monica had calmed enough to let him into her good books and more important, her bedroom, again, a small part of him still thought it had been worth it. Actually it was guy #1. These days the two guys in his head made themselves pretty scarce. Life was so awesome with Monica, so very much better than before that there rarely was an alternative even to be contemplated. Mostly it was over little things they – or one of them – spoke up. Like when the moment had arrived where he should have admitted that he hadn't made the mixed tape himself. And passed by when Monica declared her promise and he had that ridiculous sock bunny on his hand, and guy #1 chose just this very moment to assure him that there would be plenty of time later for apologies (and regrets) and this was just too good to miss, that he just had to go along, it was simply imperative. (Guy #2 actually never got a chance).

To be honest, how on earth could any sane man have resisted that offer? Especially with Monica so fully worked up, so charged and ready to go from one second to the next? With that glow on her, that manic shine in her eyes, the way she had suddenly seemed so heated up? Yes, he had hesitated a second or two, but not, in truth, because he was weighing the pros and cons, but because he simply couldn't believe his luck. It had been a while since Monica had thrown herself at him so wildly and wholeheartedly and it was mostly for this reason that he had chosen to go for it and screw the consequences.

That damn tape was actually still running. Whywhywhy hadn't they stopped it after the truth had been out and he had actually managed to make Monica forgive him? Chandler sighed deeply, got up from the couch and pressed the stop button on the stereo, then he ejected the tape and threw it into the trash. How in the world had he not remembered that it was from Janice? Janice, actually the only girlfriend before Monica who had ever given him presents on every single anniversary they had together?

He returned to the couch, took off his jacket, tie and shoes and curled up again. For a moment he considered watching TV, but he wasn't in the mood and Monica would get even more mad at him (and worse: even more hurt) if he gave her any reason to believe he wasn't taking this serious enough.

Which he was. Very serious. As screw-ups went, it maybe wasn't that bad (he had screwed up much worse before this and glumly suspected that he would do so a lot more in the future). But until she relented, it just hurt. And gave him the blues.

So had it really been worth it? Weeeelll … All things considered … like how HOT Monica had been all of a sudden … like how she had thrown herself at him in the bedroom, kissing him hungrily and with total abandon … like how she had bunched up his sweater and pushed her hands under it, caressing his back and sides … oh yes, in that moment it had been totally worth it. They hadn't gone for each other with that much heat and passion since … when? Well, maybe their return from Vegas, when they had celebrated their decision to move in together. Or more recently at the Christmas holidays. Still that had been almost two months ago.

And then there was the sock bunny.

He had noticed that he still had it on his hand when he tried to take off Monica's jacket and one of the overlong ears got snagged in the zipper. And that was exactly when it occurred to him that this little simple-looking stupid useless thing could actually turn out … useful.

So he had kept it on his hand. Kept it on while he helped Monica out of her jacket and top, kept it on – with some difficulty – while he opened her jeans and pushed them down her legs, kept it on while she did the same for him, kissing him at the same time, teasing his tongue with hers and rubbing against him. He had actually managed to open her bra with his left hand while he stroked her back and buttocks with the sock bunny at the same time. By then she had become aware of it, and far from objecting had quite obviously enjoyed it. Enjoyed it even more when he started to rub over her breasts with it, teased her nipples with the tip of his thumb through the fabric and cupped her breasts one after the other in the sock. He remembered thinking that two of those things would work even better and if they could risk asking Phoebe if she had made another one. But for now one had to be enough.

Then they were naked and hot, quivering, panting, moaning and giggling, pressing against each other as he steered her toward the bed and she fell on it backwards and pushed herself further across it, spreading her legs invitingly. He followed and bent over her, kneeling between her legs, and continued caressing her with both hands and the sock bunny. Monica screamed and twisted and drew down his head to kiss him, then she ran her hand down his belly and closed it around his erect penis. Apparently that gave her an idea and she grinned at him evilly.

"Can I borrow that?" and she snatched the sock bunny from him before he could protest and slipped her hand inside it. Then she started to stroke and rub his penis with the sock bunny and soon Chandler was clenching his hands into the bedcovers and groaning loudly. Then she switched hands and started to fondle and rub his testicles with the sock bunny hand while she continued massaging his penis with her free hand. It was all he could do to keep on his hands and knees and not fall over. Or faint. Or both.

When she grasped his penis with her sock bunny hand once more (taking care that the button eyes turned outward), then bent forward and closed her lips around the tip and gently sucked -

that was when he really lost it.

"Aaaaahhhhooohhhh ggooooooodddd … stop it … oh god, stop it … I can't hold … oh god, please, stop, aaaarrrrggghhhh …"

"Shhhh. Do you like it? Huh? It's alright if you come first, this is for you ... come on, sweetie, yeah …"

When he couldn't take it anymore, he sat back on his knees and took her head in his hands, pushing her away from him.

"No … stop it … No! Please Monica, I'd rather … I need you now …"

She hesitated and then gave in. "Alright … but this isn't about me today, it's for you."

"If you say so …"

"Okay … and how … missionary? Rocking chair?" Chandler looked at her, as she lay beneath him, let his gaze travel from her breasts to her navel and further to her mound, and smiled blissfully.

"Doggy …?" he asked hoarsely. "Or rather – bunny?" indicating the sock bunny. She stared at him and shrugged, then started to turn on her belly.

"Bunny it is!" She crawled to the head of the bed and braced herself on the headboard, the sock bunny still on her right hand. Chandler followed her on his knees and took the sock bunny back from her. He slipped it over his right hand and bent over her back, starting to rub and stroke her all over her shoulders, her back and sides and upper arms, up and down and all over. When he came to her lower back, he slid the sock bunny over her buttocks and into her crack, then down the inside of her thighs and up again, cupping and rubbing her vulva with it, teasing her clit, while she shuddered and twisted and screamed and clenched her hands on the headboard.

"Ooohhh God, Chandler, stopitstopitstopit aaarrrrghh pleaseplease …"

But he couldn't stop. The feel of her body through the sock bunny was incredibly exciting, somehow more intense, even electrifying. He braced himself against her buttocks and pushed his throbbing penis between her thighs while he stroked her breasts with the sock bunny hand, cupping and squeezing them. Monica threw her head back groaning and spread her legs even wider, pressing against him while he rubbed his penis against her vulva and teased at her entrance with the tip. At last he drew her against him and held her with one arm while he rubbed the sock bunny all over the front of her, from her breasts down to her belly and upper thighs, kissing her neck and shoulders. She let go of the head board and reached behind her, around him and grabbed the cheeks of his buttocks, trying to force him inside her. He held back a little longer and then pushed in as slowly as he could. Before he could start thrusting, she began to move her hips up and down again rapidly. The feel of her tight vagina and the friction felt so incredible he thought he would pass out. He continued to caress her with the sock bunny and started thrusting himself when he sensed her beginning to flag. For a while they kept going, becoming faster and faster until finally their orgasms built up. He tried to hold himself back, but at last came in a violent rush, squeezing her against him and falling back on his knees with her on his lap. Monica stiffened and panted and moaned, and he remained inside her long enough to help her over the edge. Then he withdrew from her as she sank forward again and stretched out beside her, trying to catch his breath again. They were both soaked in sweat.

"Oooohhhhh …. Wwwooooowww …"

"Yeah" she agreed breathlessly, turning on her back and snuggling against him. He turned on his side to kiss her and became aware that he still had the sock bunny on his hand. It had become quite wet.

"Wow. You are way too young to have seen that!"

And Monica started to giggle.

Yes, it had been worth it. Never mind the new jacket and the cake and his favorite meals – in short, all of Monica's usual manic overachievement when she got on a roll and couldn't stop – those were just added bonuses that he could just as easily have done without. But the sock bunny sex …

Chandler grinned blissfully and snuggled against the couch pillow. That had been so worth it.

Hours later he was still reminiscing about the sock bunny style on the couch when he heard the bedroom door open and turned around. Monica was standing there in her shorty, with tousled hair, and wordlessly held the door open for him. Chandler opened his mouth and just in time bit back hard and closed his mouth again. Wordlessly he got up, collected his jacket, tie and shoes and went to her. She looked at him steadily while he pleaded silently, then she smiled and offered up her mouth and they kissed softly, lingeringly.

When he stood at the hamper and started to take off his shirt, he paused suddenly.

"Honey … say, did you wash the sock bunny already?"

She had looked apprehensive and now relaxed, even smiled.

"No, I'm sorry, there was no time. But I can do it tomorrow."

"That's okay. I just wanted to know."

She put her arms around him and laid her head against his shoulder while he kissed the top of her head.

"Or I could ask Phoebe … maybe she has another one to spare."

He smiled and held her close.

"That's a great idea."