Series: What We Don't Get to See

Title: There's Something About London

Author: Kerry Ann (thecenterlane OR ohsobulletproof Chandler/Monica

Rating: NC-17 for SEXY SEX

Summary: What we didn't see in London.

Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Not mine. Don't sue.

Feedback: Feedback is like sex: always satisfying when you get some, but its awkward when it sucks. I'm not partial to flames. Please keep them to a minimum.

Notes: Hi. I'm very nervous about this. This is my first foray into this fandom AND paring which is a double whammy. I really love C/M but since the show pretty much feeds my addiction, its hard to write/find good fiction about them. But I couldn't just not write about these two, so I decided to do a series of smutfics since what happens between the sheets with Chandler and Monica is pretty much the only thing we don't get to see. All that to say that this one is their first time together. I know it's a bit short and that's partly because its pretty much PWP, and partly because this is my first time writing them and if I suck, well then at least I didn't put you guys through 30 pages of crap. Not to mention I really didn't feel up to writing about all seven times they had sex that first night. Anyway, enjoy and depending on your response you may get more from me. I kinda want to write "What Would Have Happened" if they hadn't been interrupted all those other times in London (like in the wine cellar or on the plane; come on, you know that would have been interesting). Wah, I'm rambling now. ENJOY!

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As soon as the door snapped closed behind Joey, Monica re-emerged shyly from beneath the blanket.

"That was close," she whispered, a strand of hair fluttering down across her face.

It struck Chandler how beautiful she was in that moment. She was right. This wasn't weird at all. He smiled and reached up to brush her hair out of her face, but before he knew it her lips were on his again, kissing furiously. Chandler lent a moment to reconsider what he was doing - she was so very drunk, but he pushed that thought out of his mind and pulled her close to him, his tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth in earnest.

He laid her back gently and he felt himself shiver involuntarily at the feeling of her naked flesh pressed against his. He tore his lips away from hers and allowed them to trail down her neck to her shoulder, kissing all along the way. When he reached the crook of her neck, he was seized with sudden inspiration and he gave her a gentle nibble on a patch of flesh he particularly liked.

The effect of what he had done was both immediate and obvious she gasped and pulled away only slightly, her eyes wild with lust as she threw a calculating look his way. "You're good at this," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.

For a moment Chandler entertained the idea of saying that he had actually never done that before, but decided against it - mainly because Monica had just grabbed his hips and pulled them forcefully atop hers, grinding hard. It took every once of willpower he possessed to control the urge to fuck her into the mattress right then and there, recalling to mind the advice she had given him less than a year ago - though in quite a different situation. "Take your time. Hit them all."

He smiled inwardly at himself as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. With his free hand, he let it roam over her flawless skin, pausing over a breast here or brushing her thigh there. He could feel her shiver beneath him and that only fueled his desire to please her completely. His fingers danced up her torso and found a breast, where he applied just the right amount of pressure.

"God," she whispered, arching her back to his touch.

Chandler smiled against her skin and slowly slid down her body, leaving wet kisses all down her neck and collarbone. He moved his lips over to her other breast and closed his mouth over it, his tongue brushing over the nipple, teasing it between his teeth.

A loud moan escaped her this time, her nails digging into his back. She pressed her whole body against his, her head thrown back with pleasure. "Chandler, please," she whispered through clenched teeth.

He allowed himself to run his tongue across her nipple again before pulling away. He spared only a moment to admire the way her naked body looked beneath him, but another moan from her snapped him out of it.

"Wait a second," he said suddenly, looking around the mussed up covers. "Where's the condom?"

"I think it's the itchy thing in back," Monica replied a little breathlessly, propping herself up on one elbow and pulling it out from underneath her.

Chandler took it from her and ripped it open. He was about to slide it on when Monica grabbed his hand.

"Let me do it," she murmured, her eyes locked onto his.

A shiver ran down his spine when she said that, and he allowed it to be taken from his hand.

With an expert hand, Monica gripped the condom by the edges and rolled it onto Chandler's erection, making him shudder with desire. She ran her hand down his length, enjoying his reactions to her touch. She tilted her lips up to his ear and whispered, "Now fuck me."

At those words, Chandler was very surprised he didn't lose it. He shuddered visibly again, but otherwise maintained his composure. He crawled on top of her once more and pressed his lips against hers, whispering into them, "Oh trust me, I will." With that he rocked his hips forward and Monica's reaction told him he had hit the right spot.

"Oh god," she moaned again, her hands clutching the sheet around her. "You are good at this."

Chandler allowed himself a grin, but presently focused on the task at hand. He pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back in again, this time a little bit harder, relishing the gasp of pleasure that escaped Monica. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tilting her chest upwards and he used the leverage to capture a nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue over it, and at the same moment pushed deep inside her, his own body betraying how much he himself was enjoying this. With his free hand, he gripped her hip, thrusting harder now.

But Monica still had some tricks up her sleeve. She waited until he was all the way inside and then she clenched her muscles tight around him, grinding hard. Chandler, who was not expecting that in the slightest, emitted a loud groan and could feel his muscles go weak at the feeling the clench had produced. In response, he thrust has hard as he could in her and she had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.

"Almost," she whispered, biting her lip. "So close."

Chandler didn't feel as though he could hold out much longer, but he wanted to climax with her so he took the knowledge he had learned to push her over the edge. He leaned down and found the slightly reddened patch of skin and began sucking on it, while at the same time giving a few quick thrusts.

It worked. Monica's muscles shuddered around him, which was enough to get him there as well. He held himself up as he came and rolled off of her when he finished, his breath coming quickly in his chest.

For a long moment the two of them lay in silence, not wanting to ruin the afterglow. Chandler pulled off the condom lazily and threw it in the trashcan next to the bed, before rolling over and gazing at the woman next to him.

Monica glanced at him, an air of shyness still hanging about her, her chest heaving.

"I think the word I'm looking for here is 'wow,'" Chandler said and he smiled.

"Likewise," she replied, relaxing a little.

There was a brief moment there, in which they both said nothing and simply looked into each other's eyes, but Chandler once again broke the silence. "Well," he said, sitting up. "I think I'm gonna shower."

"Can I join you?" Monica asked, her eyes wild and hungry.

Chandler's eyebrows shot up, but his shocked expression soon melted into a knowing smile. "You bet."