Series: What We Don't Get to See
Title: What Could Have Been: The Wine Cellar
Author: Kerry Ann (thecenterlane OR ohsobulletproof (livejournal); slashxmoose (deviantart); FructoseLollipop Chandler/Monica
Rating: NC-17 for SEXY SEX
Summary: What could have happened had they managed to get the wine cellar to themselves.
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: So here's part two of my C/M porn series! I know this didn't actually happen in the canon, but isn't it nice to imagine? Besides writing normal porn gets boring. You have to throw kinks in there sometimes. Anyway, I've gotten a few requests and I promise I'll write them as I get to them, so if you have any ideas throw them my way. Coming next, plane!sex! Enjoy!
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Chandler paced the small wine cellar nervously. While he waited for Monica he had done a thorough inspection of the room and found it an ideal place for the getaway they were seeking. It was poorly lit and was filed with tall wine racks which cast dark shadows everywhere. There was even a rickety old chair (which was probably used to stand on when trying to reach the bottles at the top of the racks) that could be jammed up under the door handle, ensuring they weren't walked in on. The floor was cement which would be rather uncomfortable but if he laid his jacket out it would soften it up a little.
Suddenly the doorknob turned and Chandler's heart skipped a beat as Monica slipped inside, a mischievous grin gracing her features. Her eyes locked on his and never left his face as they moved closer together.
"Here we are," he said softly. She was within arm's length.
"Here we are," she agreed.
And then they were kissing again, and oh how sweet it was. Their lips met in furious passion, and they held each other tight, each relishing the feel of the other's body against their own.
Monica's mouth opened slightly and Chandler took that opportunity to slip his tongue inside, flicking over hers with vigor.
After several moments they broke away, still clinging to each other desperately.
"I missed this," Monica whispered against his lips.
"Mon, its only been twelve hours," Chandler replied, an eyebrow cocked.
Monica blushed slightly, something that looked rather becoming on her. "Twelve long hours. I don't know why we've never done this before."
Chandler couldn't help but smile. "I know." He slid a hand up her back and found the zipper on her dress, tugging at it impatiently. "We don't have much time."
"Then lets make the most of it," Monica whispered again, her breath tickling his ear which caused him to shiver with desire. She shrugged her shoulders and the straps of her dress fell off them. She offered a lustful smile and turned her back on Chandler. "Unzip me?"
"Just one moment," Chandler replied, his voice a little shaky. He went to the door, and propped the chair against it, which effectively locked them in. Rather pleased with this outcome he turned and discovered that Monica must be excellent at getting her clothes off in a hurry, because she stood nude before him.
"I couldn't wait," she murmured.
Chandler swallowed hard, his eyes grazing over her skin hungrily, finally resting on her feet; she was still wearing her stilletos. "Wow," he said roughly. "I've never found women's shoes more attractive."
She smiled and took a step toward him, making sure her heels clicked on the cement floor. "Maybe I'll just leave them on then." She reached him and pulled on his belt buckle. "Your turn now."
He couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough. As he stripped, he marveled inwardly at how many layers he had managed to put on that morning. Jacket, vest, tie, button up shirt, undershirt, shoes, socks, pants, boxers. He kicked off the last of these hurriedly and pulled her towards him in a flash, his mouth on hers, kissing wildly.
When the want for air became a necessity, their lips parted again unsurely. As if with one mind, they sank to their knees, Chandler snatching up his discarded jacket and laying it out on the floor for her. As soon as he was finished, Monica laid herself across it, pulling him on top of her.
Chandler shuddered with desire, knowing that there was no time for foreplay this time around. He kissed her neck, all down her collarbone to her breast where he stopped and sucked on the nipple, while at the same time feeling around in his pants pocket for the condom he had placed there (just in case).
Monica whimpered softly, which Chandler couldn't help but find incredibly erotic. For a moment, he gave up his search for the condom and let his hand wander between her legs, brushing over her clitoris gently.
At this, she moaned loudly, bucking her hips against his hand, begging him silently to continue.
And he was only too happy to oblige. His tongue still swirling over her nipple, he teased her entrance a little further before sliding the tip of his finger inside. He held it there for a moment before pushing it in all the way to the knuckle, the noises coming from Monica spurring him on. He pumped his fingers in and out, all the while sucking gently on her breast.
Meanwhile, he snuck a hand back over to the pile of clothes and continued his blind search for the condom. When he finally found it, he closed his hand over it and at the same time withdrew his fingers from between Monica's legs. Somewhere above him, she gasped, "Tease."
Chandler moved his lips away from her breast and arranged his face in the most convincing pout that he could manage. "That's not fair. Its not technically teasing if I plan on finishing what I start." He sat back on his knees and tore open the condom, rolling it on without preamble.
When he resumed his position above her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her stilletos digging into his back. He moaned softly at this, the sensation not intense enough to be painful, but just enough to be pleasurable.
He slipped an arm around her shoulder and gripped her hip with his free hand. He found her entrance easily and hesitated there for the briefest of moments, but she pushed her hips upwards and then he was inside her.
Monica moaned and leaned her head back with pleasure, using the position of her feet to push Chandler's hips down on top of hers, forcing him deeper inside.
Chandler gasped, already feeling his muscles go weak. He rocked his hips forward, relishing the feeling of her warmth around him. He pulled back and paused, torturing himself mostly, before thrusting hard, his fingers digging into her hip. He smiled at her exposed neck and helped himself to a nibble, enjoying the way she writhed beneath him. He kissed her skin all the way up to her ear, matching his kisses with deep thrusts. When he found her earlobe he bit down on it gently, breathing hotly against her skin.
A whimper formed itself on Monica's lips, and in retaliation she ground her hips upward and clenched her muscles around him. "Two can play at that game," she murmured, squeezing his sides between her thighs.
But Chandler had no time to respond. He was already seeing stars behind his eyes, his mind numb from pleasurable sensation after pleasurable sensation. Presently, Monica's hands were poised at the base of his neck and she raked her nails down his skin until she reached the small of his back where her ankles were crossed. He moaned audibly at this, pushing his length as deep as he could. He knew he would come soon, but he didn't want to leave Monica hanging.
An idea formed itself in his head and soon his hand at her hip was wandering away, down to the juncture between her legs. He soon found what he was looking for and tickled her clitoris gently before rolling his hips forward again.
She certainly would have screamed then if she had not the sense to close her mouth over the nearest thing to it - which was Chandler's shoulder.
Something that was not quite pain flooded through him and without realizing it, he pushed into her, seed spilling from him in a rush. He could feel his energy draining as he came, but he sensed that she had not obtained her sweet release. His fingers danced over clit and he did the first thing he could think of. "Come for me, Monica," he whispered hotly into her ear.
And for the second time in twelve hours, Monica emitted a groan as her orgasm hit hard. She bit down hard on Chandler's shoulder as her muscles contracted and finally relaxed. She lay her head back against the cement floor, her breath coming in quick gasps, but a smile on her lips.
Chandler grinned at her and pulled out, rolling onto his back with a sigh. "I'm never gonna look at wine cellars the same way."
Monica chuckled and propped herself up on one elbow. "We should get back. They might miss us."
"I doubt it," Chandler replied, peeling off the condom and throwing it in a dark corner. "No one's paying attention to the bridesmaid and groomsman when the bride's locked herself in a bathroom."
"How long do you think she'll stay in there?" Monica asked, pulling her underwear on.
Chandler shrugged, following suit. "Hours probably." He glanced at her and caught her eye. "Why, what did you have in mind?"
Monica's sly smile had returned. "Oh, you know."