Sorry, it's a short chapter. I didn't have much time to write it. Hope you like it, please read and review :)

Monica woke up and rolled over. She glanced at the clock, it was 3:20am. She smiled, remembering the events of earlier than night. She remembered that Chandler had picked her up for their date at 8 'o' clock. They went to a cute little Italian place called 'Te Amo'. Monica remembered how sweet Chandler had been. 'And those eyes, oh my god!' her thoughts were disturbed by Chandler, rolling over to face her. Monica rolled over to see him smiling at her.

"Morning," Chandler said, as he leaned over to kiss her. It was unlike anything else, she had ever experienced. She loved his kisses, and he loved them too.

"Morning," she replied, and smiled.

"Last night was fun," he said, thinking about the night. He thought about when they got back to their apartment. She had said goodbye and he had kissed her. He remembered how good her kisses were. 'Could they be any better?' Chandler thought. He also remembered the nervousness he felt when he asked her into his apartment. They hadn't slept together since London and wasn't confident in his question. He was a little surprised, and a lot thankful, when she agreed. They snuck quietly into his room, conscious of not waking Joey. When they got into his room, Chandler has said, "Your shirt is annoying me," and she replied with, "well, your pants are annoying me. Why do we do something about that?"

5 hours later, there they were, looking at each other smiling.

"So are we ever going to tell the other about 'us'? Or will it just be our little secret?" Chandler asked seductively, sliding his hand up her leg smoothly. This made Monica giggle.

"I think it should just be our. Little. Secret," she whispered. Just as she was leaning in to kiss him, they heard a knock, and they jumped apart.

"Chandler!" Joey said tiredly through the wall. "Why the hell are you being so loud?"

Chandler and Monica looked at each other in shock. They both thought that Joey slept so deeply that nothing would ever wake him up.

"Sorry Joey. I'll be quiet, I promise!" Chandler replied, hoping he had dodged the question. With no reply, he assumed Joey had just gone back to sleep. 'Phew, that was close' thought Chandler.

"Hey, since Rachel won't be back until Friday, how about we stay at my house tomorrow night?" Monica whispered, grinning.

"There's going to be a tomorrow night?" asked Chandler, grinning madly.

"If you want to," Monica replied smiling, as she ran her hand up his leg. The higher her hand got the more squirmy Chandler got.

"What time do you want me over?" Chandler asked rapidly, as her hand went as high up as it could go.

Monica just laughed. "How about 11? By then everyone will have gone home…" she trailed off.

"Eleven sounds fine. Perfect actually," said Chandler.

'I cannot believe that she is my girlfriend. She is so perfect!' "She is so beautiful too," Chandler muttered. 'Crap! I can't believe I said that out loud! Argh!'

"What did you say?" asked Monica, smiling.

"Nothing! Nothing nothing nothing nothing!" replied Chandler, panicking.

"No seriously? What did you say?" asked Monica. She wondered what he said. Was it bad?

"I was just thinking, and I accidentally let something slip. I wasn't supposed to say it out loud," Chandler said. He was truly worried about this.

"Come on Chandler! You have to tell me? Please…?" Monica said

"Oh fine! I just said that I thought you were really beautiful. I know it doesn't sound like much but the other things I was thinking about, were," Chandler said.

"What else were you thinking about?" Monica whispered, smiling.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am that your my girlfriend and how perfect and beautiful you are" Chandler said, avoiding eye contact with her. He thought it was too early in their relationship to say something like that. Monica interrupted his train of thought by kissing him. It was soft but passionate.

"Oh, he is so perfect and funny and nice and sweet, and an amazing kisser!" Monica said quietly. "Oops, did I let that slip?" Monica said cheekily.

Monica then returned to her apartment, and tried to go to sleep. She found it hard, because she couldn't stop thinking about him. 'He really is perfect,' She finally fell asleep and dreamed about being Mrs Chandler Bing.

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