Okay, I'm not going to lie, this did make me tear up in the end. Brace yourself, we're going in deep y'all!
"You won't get away with this."
She's grinning at me "Really?"
I know what she's doing. She wants me to say it. She wants me to admit that I can't get out of this lock she has me in. But I won't. I'll lay here all day if I have to. Why would I want to move, I have a naked chick lying on top of me. You know what's worse than foreplay? Foreplay that gets out of hand. And that is exactly how I got in this situation.
One minute I'm caressing her the next she is on top of me holding me down to the point I'm wiggling in pleasure. But then it got out of hand and I told her to get out the handcuffs, it'll last longer. Fortunately, we don't have handcuffs because neither of us are into that sort of thing.
She has her hands holding down mine that rest over head. I can't move, I can't convince her to move either so I lean up and take one of her into my mouth; sucking softly.
Her eyes close and I hear her moan in pleasure. "Ohhh, God..."
My tongue traces her nipple and I can tell she is losing her grip as she is already on the verge.
One year ago today we got married. In 365 days we had a honeymoon, stupid small fights that lead to make-up sex, office parties that neither of us wanted to attend, and of course, the false pregnancy every newly-wed gets. I never regretted a single moment with this women. Most importantly, this last year has been the best decision of my life.
"Do you have something of mine that you might want to return?" I give her the chance to get out of it. How we ended up in this situation is a long story that I'm sure will get awes from our friends and one disgusted look from a protective brother. But right now, I want to believe it is only cute because it's us.
Monica made me into the man I am today. I'm not one of many words when it comes to romancing their wife, but I am someone that will do everything in their power to make her happy.
Before Monica I was a selfish, irresponsible, ignorant child that was looking for a reason to live. I didn't have much hope before London; I hardly had the significance of being a teenage boy. I grew up too fast as I became the man of the house before I reached 10. My childhood ended too quickly and I never knew the meaning of puberty when my father walked out the door without looking back. I grew up to find out the basics myself. Nothing made sense as I was feeling my body develop and tingle just by the glance of a picture or a small brush against my side. I learned as girlfriends came and went. I was a boy without a father figure. I learned discipline and how to take care of a women properly from the only parent I had. So you can say I grew up without a father, but that didn't stop me from becoming a man.
Her laugh drew me back from the trance I slowly vanished into.
Letting out a chuckle I knew I did something strange "What?" Her grin never faded as I look up at her beautiful smile.
"Did you just slobber your name on my chest using your tongue?" She sits up straight on my lap and I realize then that my hands are now free.
Bringing them down to rest on her hips I swiftly turn her over so I am now on top. "It wasn't slobber..." I press my lips against hers briefly. "...I was just romantically claiming you." I inform her "Now if a dareful young fellow risks even a touch he will feel my DNA all over you." I trace my lips from her earlobe down her jawline.
Her hand rest at the back of my head as she steadies my motions "He will be aware your DNA is inside of me as well." She moans just as I pull back to look her in the eyes.
She looks worried for a moment "What?"
I smile as my hands lie on either side of her head. "Nothing." I smile "I guess it's just nice to know we are together, even when we're not."
Without warning she quickly places a kiss on my lips. Mumbling against me as she chuckles "That was so cliche." Her hands run down my spine as she tries to gain composure.
"That was not cliche." I defend as I'm now chuckling at my attempt to charm her. I don't know if I will call this charming since neither of us are in a decent state at the moment, but it can go in the book.
"Yes it was." She is now laughing underneath me "Honey, all you need to do is buy me flowers and I'm yours."
True, but this is more fun.
Technically, all I need to do is seduce her and she will be naked within minutes; then, she is mine. Her blue eyes shine as I find myself staring off. I love her so damn much I can't find the words to even express it. Nothing will ever be enough as we grow old together. Nothing will ever make me leave. There is only one way we will be separate and that is if I lost her. If I lost her I'd never forgive myself. I'll never be able to live. If she dies, apart of me dies with her and I can't survive like that. I can't even look at myself if I upset her in anyway. If I lost her, there is a great chance I won't want to be here. Not without her in my arms.
Her hand comes up to brush my cheek as I realize just then that I'm crying.
"Hey." She whispers to the air that is between us. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head and move so her hand is now on my lips. Closing my eyes I kiss her palm before looking down, causing her fingers to run through my hair.
"Chandler..." She whispers again and I can tell I'm worrying her.
"I love you." I speak, moving my eyes to meet hers once again.
She cracks a smile "I know you do."
I shake my head begging the tears to stop "Don't leave me."
Her head tilts and she knows I've been trailing off. "Honey, you know I'll never dream of it. Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me when I'm old and warn out. I'm yours forever even when there are hot chicks fleeing the streets." She smiles and I find my heart break into two. "I'm yours until the day I die." She breaths "Then I'll be waiting for you to be mine once more."
"Promise?" I ask as my voice shakes when I sigh and my tears subside.
"Only until I'm weak and your needs can no longer be fulfilled."
I smile "In that case, I better take in as much of you as I can."
She whimpers as I fill her again "Ohhh-"
I don't make any movement as I stare at my wife. Before we get carried away into a completely other state of mind, I need to make sure of one thing. "Anything you want to tell me?"
She bites her lip as she shakes her head.
I begin to slowly pull out of her.
She makes a whining plea as I feel her shiver beneath me. Her legs are bent and wrapped around my waist as my hand slowly slides down her inner thigh and back up again.
"How about now?" I tease
She fights the urge and I know she is about to break.
I have been asking her all night. Since I found out she has hid my favorite Knicks Jersey when we got home from dinner I've been questioning her. We planned a dinner for our one year anniversary. Little did she know, I planned it around the Knicks game. Or so I thought. I have never watched a game without my lucky jersey and wasn't going to start today. As we got back from dinner I quickly went into the bedroom to change before the game started. However, she wanted more.
Monica began seducing me as she ran her fingers through my tie and pulled me over to the bed. Needless to say the game was soon forgotten. However, I still need my jersey. The worn out, charitable jersey she hates so much.
"Babe, you won't get off that easily." I remind her
"Sweetheart, my virgin life lasted longer than yours." She said seductively that I can feel the pressure build. "I'm sure I can hold off a lot longer than you."
My naked wife is beneath me and I'm worried about a jersey that should have been tossed years ago. What the hell is wrong with me? I can't take it any longer.
I thrust into her and grunt at the much needed sensation. Our life together wouldn't be described as the normal married couple. We're newly weds: we tease each other, have useless conversations, say I love you at random times, hell, we even fight because we think it makes the other look cuter. So we aren't those newly weds that have sex all day, or eat lunch together on their lunch breaks. Those newly weds will be divorced within the year.
We are Monica Geller and Chandler Bing. We made a future with each other and have friends that support us. We joke around and play hooky when no one's looking. Our life might not be ordinary, but it's the life we built.
London was years ago, and the old Chandler Bing is a different man. The pack of gum I use to need daily is no longer there. It's been replaced...
Monica smiles up at me and her eyes sparkle. "It's somewhere in this room..." She hints to me.
I roll my eyes and smile "And..."
"And it's in a box." She informs
My hips begin to find their motion again as she closes her eyes and enjoys the feel.
The bed begins to shake and she looses her focus as she trails her hands down my spine to squeeze my ass. I lift her legs so she can have me whole. "Chandler..." She's moaning my name as she aches her back "Mmmm-"
My movements pick up speed and the bed slams against the wall.
Her eyes find mine as she gasps in pleasure "Un-under...oh God..." She breaths "The-mmm...b-bed...ahhh."
My lips crash with hers in a passionate and moving kiss just as I get close and she is on the verge of her fourth orgasm this night.
I hold off until she screams my name once again and I release.
Although we've both finished I still move to a slow and steady pace in and out of her. My forehead is damp as I lean down to rest against her. Pulling all the way out I roll over and onto my back.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it." I get my breathing back to normal as she turns to lie against my side.
She pats my chest "I've had better." She rolls over and grabs her robe.
I gasp, offended "How can you have better? I've been your only guy."
She shrugs and I know she is just playing the sex card for me to give her another go.
I can't take it. I get up to pull on my boxers before getting down on my knees to grab my jersey. Two can play at this game.
I find the supposedly box my jersey is in and break it opened. I pause and just stare. "Mon..." I look up to find her tying the two pieces of her robe together. "This isn't my jersey." It's pressed and sealed in a plastic wrap, shielding it from any exposed dirt.
She compresses her grin "Happy anniversary, Chandler."
This anniversary I got her a necklace that is engraved with the word "London" inside a small heart. I stand and move to gather her in my arms before lifting her legs, all of which cause her to fall back on the bed. "Get ready to have the best sex you've ever had."
This last year has been the best decision of my life.
I've been trying to write something for the past week now. It's hard to write when my keyboard won't work. Having me deal with writing a 7 page paper on a touch screen that won't let me copy, paste, or high light any text. Its a pain, but that's technology for ya.
Please let me know what you think and what you want to see me write.