"Oh my God!" Monica moaned and Chandler wasn't sure if it was in the moment or because of the entourage gathering outside. He didn't take any chances, quickly covering her mouth with his own as they both road the wave together, ignoring for the moment the voices on the other side,
"Do you think Monica is home?" Phoebe asked, setting her purse on the kitchen table.
"I don't think so," Rachel said, whipping her head back and forth. "Oh, maybe. Her bedroom door is shut."
"She might be napping," Phoebe said with a shrug. "She worked last night, didn't she?"
"Yeah, and she got home really late," Rachel said, hand on her hip as she cocked an eyebrow. "I know I heard the front door close at like 3:30."
"Huh," Phoebe said, then added somewhat bitterly, "and you all have jet lag, from, that...London, too."
"True," Rachel nodded as Joey walked through the door. "Hey, Joey."
"Hey," he said, looking around and sniffing. "Aww, man. I heard voices and I thought dinner was ready!"
"Hungry?" Phoebe asked excitedly, picking up her purse again. "Oh, me, too! I gotta sink my teeth into a medium-well burger with cheese and bacon and…."
"Pheebs, stop," Joey whined. "I cannot watch you eat another burger, OK?! I just can't!"
"Oh, come on Joey, you know the deal," Rachel said with a grin. "No meat for you until after the babies are born."
"Yeah," he said, looking away and nervously running his palm along the back of his neck. "Look, Pheebs, the truth is I, I did have, ah, steak in London…"
Both women gasped.
"But, hey, it was another country, right, so...so it doesn't count, right?" he said, desperately, then added for validation. "Chandler and Monica agreed with me!"
"Joseph Francis!" Phoebe said. "I can't believe...wait! Does this mean Monica had sex?"
"Now that is a statement no brother wants to walk in on," Ross said as he entered the apartment, a deeper scowl than the one he was generally wearing these days coming over his face. "What are you talking about?"
"Ah…" Joey started as Rachel just looked around aimlessly, neither wanting to mention the word "London" to him.
"London," Phoebe said with a slight eye roll. "They were talking about London and how Joey ate meat…"
"Joey!" Ross scolded. Joey just shrugged.
"... and I knew it when he walked back in the door after everybody came home," Phoebe concluded. Ross widened his eyes then shook his head slightly.
"Okay…" he said, "and what does that have to do with Monica having...sex?"
"Well, I knew Joey ate meat and I also knew that Monica had sex," she said, almost muttering the last words.
"In London?" Ross asked flatly.
"Who would Monica have sex with in London?" Rachel asked, this having been the first time she'd heard any of this. "She was with me the whole time."
"But you weren't there the whole time," Phoebe noted.
"Yeah, but she was with me and Emily or Mom and Dad before you got there," Ross said. Joey nodded.
"She was with me and Chandler the rest of the time," Joey confirmed, then added with a smirk. "Well, except for the night I was with Felicity. She probably hung out with Chandler so you know she didn't have any sex."
They all chuckled lightly at the prospect.
"Except…" Phoebe started, then looked uneasily at the other three.
"Except, what?" Ross said.
"He said 'no, we didn't,'" Phoebe said. "When I said 'you had sex' he said 'no we didn't.'"
"What does that matter?" Joey asked. "Come on, this is ridiculous. I'm hungry!"
Rachel and Phoebe exchanged a look, remembering the kissing incident the morning Rachel came home from Greece, but didn't say anything.
"Where are Monica and Chandler anyway?" Ross asked.
"I called his office a little while ago and he wasn't there," Joey said, impatiently.
"I think Monica's in her room," Rachel said excitedly, a bit of mischief in her voice as she turned to walk toward Monica's bedroom door, all eyes curiously following her. "Maybe she knows where he is."
"No, Rach! What if she is sleeping?" Joey said, not wanting one more thing to stand between him and dinner,
Rachel ignored him then hesitated just a moment before knocking gently. "Mon?"
Monica and Chandler were holding each other tight on the bed, staring at the door, trying not to make a sound or move a muscle.
"Mon?" Rachel asked again. "Are you in there?"
"Oh my God," Chandler whispered as quietly as he could. "Whatta we gonna do?!"
"Shhh," Monica admonished, equally as quiet. "If we stay quiet, maybe they'll go away. I locked the door."
"Right! Right, you locked the door," Chandler said softly with a relieved sigh, smiling. "Now, where were we?"
He bent down and started to kiss her neck again, but she pushed at his shoulders.
"Stop," she whispered with a grin. "The walls and doors are thin you know."
"But you taste sooo good," he breathed, touching his lips to her skin again.
"Chandlerrr," she whispered, then gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut. "We can't do this...ahhh…"
On the other side of the door, Rachel looked back at her friends in the kitchen.
"I think she's in there," she said quietly, gesturing toward the door. "I hear something...moving."
Ross, Joey and Phoebe walked closer to the door as Rachel put her ear against the center.
"Mon?" Rachel said, hand on the doorknob. "We're going to get dinner. Do you want anything?"
Nothing.
"Monica?" Rachel said as she turned the doorknob, then frowned when she found it locked. "Mon, are you OK?"
Monica squeezed her eyes closed, trying to fight the heat swiftly rising through her body once again and sighed.
"I'm fine, Rach," she said loud enough for Rachel to hear and Chandler to stop and stare down into her face, clearly disappointed.
"Sorry," Monica mouthed, with a wince.
"OK, do you want to go to dinner with us?" Rachel asked.
"No, that's OK!" Monica said quickly. "You go on ahead." Chandler smirked at her.
"OK," Rachel said, then asked. "Do you know where Chandler is?"
Monica had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"No, I haven't seen him in a while," she said, stroking him as she smiled. Chandler tried to stifle a gasp and keep from laughing at the same time.
"Alright, well, we'll probably hang out here a while and see if he shows up," Rachel said. "Joey said he should be home from work soon."
Chandler dropped his head, feeling defeated, as Monica sighed.
"OK, I'll...I'll go to dinner," she said, "just give me a couple minutes I...I just, um, woke up."
"Great," Rachel said. "We'll wait for you." She turned back to their friends and shrugged.
Monica frowned as she looked into Chandler's eyes, then she leaned up and kissed him.
"We'll wait for you at the coffee house," she whispered.
"OK," he breathed out in a long, dejected sigh as he rolled to the other side of the bed, watching as she gracefully sat on the edge and started reaching for her clothes.
"Wait," he whispered. She looked back at him over her shoulder.
He stood and pulled on his boxers then walked to her side of the bed and knelt in front of her.
"I took it off," he whispered as he found her underwear. "Let me put it back on."
She was going to silently protest, then found herself mesmerized as he gently lifted one foot then the other, his eyes never leaving hers. They slowly stood together as he pulled her panties over her bottom, being sure to brush his fingertips across her hips and down the sides of her thighs, making her shiver.
Monica heartbeat tripled when he picked up her red lace bra and laid his lopsided grin on her. He slowly slid the straps over her arms and then stood behind her, gently brushing her breasts as he put the cups back into place. He kissed her shoulder as he secured the clasp. Monica shyly glanced over her shoulder as Chandler took a half-step back, taking her in. He almost couldn't breathe as it finally dawned on him what breathtaking actually meant. He ran his palms down her arms, finally wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him once more. It had been days and days and days now but to him it still felt like a dream.
"I just wanted to see you in it one more time,," he whispered against her ear. "You are so beautiful, Monica Geller."
Monica felt tears in the corners of her eyes. Oh, how she was falling for him. She knew it, she could feel it and she couldn't pull away. She didn't want to be away from him. Maybe she could say she changed her mind, she was too tired...
"Mon!" she heard Joey yell on the other side of the door. "Ya comin'?!"
She felt Chandler chuckle into her hair.
"He's hungry," he whispered.
Monica smiled and turned in his arms. "Coming, Joe," she said as she pushed herself against Chandler and their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss.
"I'll see you in a few minutes?" she asked, laying her forehead to his.
"As soon as I get ready to come home from work," he said with a grin. She giggled quietly and nodded. Reluctantly she left his arms and swiftly pulled on her dress, which he zipped up for her, then he handed Monica her sandals.
"See you soon," he said with a grin, then hid hid behind the door as she opened it and walked into the living room, closing her door behind her,
"Hey," she said to the group with a smile. "Gotta grab my hairbrush and I'll be ready."
"You look rested," Rachel said, taking in Monica's disheveled appearance and beaming smile.
"I am," Monica said, pretending to look around the apartment before heading into the bathroom. "I think I've finally worked the jet lag out of my system. Still no Chandler, huh?"
"Nope!" Joey said, "but I think we should go to dinner. He wouldn't want us to be hungry."
"Why don't we wait for him at the coffee house, Joe," Ross said. "They've got food there."
"Yeah, we can have an appetizer!" Phoebe said.
"Sounds like a great idea," Monica said as she finished brushing her hair, her whole body still tingling from his touch. She glanced longingly at her bedroom before she walked out to greet her friends.
"Ready?"
Ten minutes later Monica was sitting on one of the chairs as Chandler walked into the coffee house. She smirked when she saw he even had his briefcase with him.
"Finally!" Joey said as Chandler took a seat on the far end of the couch next to Rachel, opposite of where Monica was sitting. "Where have you been?!"
"I got caught up at work," Chandler said wearily, then he looked right at Monica and added with a wink, "but I'm quitting tomorrow."
-The End-
NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this little fic-let. Have a great weekend!
