AN: This can really be any pairing you want- Chandler/Monica, Phoebe/Joey, Phoebe/Chandler, Chandler/Rachel, Joey/Rachel, even Joey/Chandler. I'll give you a hint- it isn't Ross/Rachel or Joey/Monica. If you really want to know the pairing, send me a review asking (include your email!) and I'll email you the answer.
When you kiss me, I feel my world shatter around me. Not because it was a bad kiss; because it was so good. Because I know it can never go farther than that.
I don't mean in a sexual way, because it can, or could if either of us had just a smidgen less of self-control. I mean in an intimate way. We have never held each other long into the night, or told each other we love each other. I see no diamond ring in our future, and in my more cynical moments, I think that, if you had to, you would choose the chick and the duck as your companions over me.
But other times, when my heart aches for you in the dark crevice at midnight, I can close my eyes and see your face; your eyes smiling at me along with your mouth. (I always loved how your smile reached your eyes; it's something you very rarely see in a native New Yorker.) I remember how you could just brush your knuckles across my cheek and it would feel so much more like foreplay than it should. (Sometimes it seems as though all time we've known each other has just been years of foreplay.) The almost holy reverence with which you murmur my name- murmur my name in a way that gives it so many more definitions…at times like that, I can believe that we could have a future.
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