Monica slipped her hand into Chandler's as he led them to join the couples already dancing on the sand in front of the stage.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him, taking in the coconut fragrance in her hair.

She laid her head on his bare chest, her cheek melding into his skin, a fine sheen of sweat already covered their bodies from the humidity in the air.

He started tracking small, slow circles along the small of her back with one hand, bringing her fingers to his lips with the other.

Ever so gently he turned them as they moved together, their hips swaying in time with the very slow, sensual tempo of the song.

love I get so lost, sometimes

days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

when I want to run away…

She moved her hands under his loose, white shirt and lightly pushed her fingertips up his smooth back, pulling him closer to her.

She breathed him in - an intoxicating mixture of soap, salt air, musk and…him.

I drive off in my car

but whichever way I go

I come back to the place you are…

Chandler's hands moved to the sides of her face.

He softly ran his thumbs along her jawline, urging her to look at him, all the while swaying along with her.

The couples around them, all in their own state of bliss, seemed to fade away.

all my instincts, they return

and the grand façade, so soon will burn

without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside…

She leaned her head back and looked up at him, her lips parting.

He leaned in, just a little, never letting their lips touch, searching her eyes.

She watched the flames from the fire play on the face she loved so much.

The intensity radiating from him as he looked at her seemed to shoot right through her.

in your eyes

the light the heat

in your eyes

I am complete…

Monica's eyes fluttered closed, knowing how much she needed him was lying naked within them.

Her breathing coming fast, she dropped her head and leaned her forehead against his chest.

His hands moved to the nape of her neck, then he spread them across her shoulders.

in your eyes

I see the doorway to a thousand churches

in your eyes

the resolution of all the fruitless searches

in your eyes

I see the light and the heat

in your eyes

oh, I want to be that complete

I want to touch the light

the heat I see in your eyes…

Slowly Monica unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt and put both her hands on the sides of his stomach, gently pushing herself against his hips.

Chandler's throat felt thick as his breath caught. He was already coming undone in her hands. He brushed his hips against her.

He heard her gasp as he lifted her face to his once again, their mouths open, their breathing growing heavier by the second.

Their eyes locked.

love, I don't like to see so much pain

so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away

I get so tired of working so hard for our survival

I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive…

His hands ran down her sides and grasped her hips, their bodies moving, pressing together, his lips so close to hers…

Monica's heart was pounding as she reached up and traced his forehead with her fingers, along his temple, across his cheeks bones, landing softly on his open lips.

Her eyes, alight with desire, now never leaving his.

and all my instincts, they return

and the grand façade, so soon will burn

without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside…

Chandler watched the firelight dance in her eyes as he looked at her, completely captivated.

The air between them mingled as they stared at one another, almost no longer moving, caught up in the music and the moment.

Caught up in each other.

Dying to be together.

in your eyes

the light the heat

in your eyes

I am complete…

Chandler blinked and their trance broke.

He suddenly grabbed Monica's hand tight as the last lyrics of the song floated on the breeze and he pulled her away from the crowd.

He had no idea where they were going - toward the ocean, toward their hotel? He had no clue.

All he knew was that he absolutely had to have her. Right now.

She didn't say a word as she followed behind him, her eyes wild as she watched him dart his way into the grove of palm trees behind the stage, almost dragging her with him.

It had gotten darker and darker the further in they got as the trees around them seemed to multiply before them.

The music from the beach concert was still loud but muffled at the outer edge of the tree cluster. Vaguely they heard cheers rise up as "In Your Eyes" ended.

Finally she jerked his hand to stop him from going any further.

He turned to face her.

Both were breathing hard, from the effort of walking so purposely so quickly.

And from pure, carnal lust.

Monica's emotions were completely raw. She wanted him so badly she felt like she was going to burst out of her skin.

She bit her bottom lip as she pulled on the waistband of his shorts, pushing his open shirt out of her way, and pulled them down.

They fell instantly to the ground and Chandler kicked them off, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixed on her face.

She looked up into them, and in the dark she could only see a momentary flicker of light cross them.

And the desire she saw in his eyes completely took her breath away.

"Chandler…" she whimpered, starting to feel herself shake with anticipation, as she pulled down his boxers and felt him hard in her hand.

She leaned into him and kissed his chest, still stroking him.

He gripped her upper arms and let out a guttural moan, looking around feverishly for somewhere to lay her down.

But it was too dark and the trees were too close together.

With strength he didn't know he had, and passion and adrenaline rushing through his body, he lifted her in one arm, grasping her around her waist.

He grunted as he reached up under her dress and literally ripped her thong off her with his other hand.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God…" she breathed as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. "Yes…."

He pushed the bottom of her dress up with his hands on either side of her, supporting her weight. He was making noises that hardly sounded human to him, but he was too consumed in the moment to care.

He was desperate to be inside of her.

In a flash he braced one arm against the tree behind her, trying to give her some space so she wouldn't crash hard into it, and with one push he thrust into her.

A deep moan of pure pleasure tore out of her as her body almost instantly convulsed around him, wrapping her legs tight behind his back.

They pushed and pushed against one another to the rhythm of the loud, fast song that was now playing in the distance.

He was gasping, trying to hold her weight and maintain their pace.

"Halter…down," he panted.

With one hand digging into the back of his hair she pushed her halter top down with the other.

And instantly felt his lips around her breast.

She was gulping for air, an alternating series of squeaks and moans cascading from her open mouth.

She dug both hands into his hair, which was slicked with sweat, and threw her head back, vaguely aware that she was against a tree.

The combination of the heat, the music and her husband pounding into her, his lips on her breasts, was so heady she was sure she was going to pass out.

Chandler was starting to feel himself falter but the intensity of her hot body against his, the taste of her sweaty skin on his lips and the sounds she was making kept his adrenaline at an all-time high.

"Mon…Monica," he breathed, pushing his face between her breasts before stopping to adjust his hold on her, groaning heavily.

She moved her hands to the sides of his head and forced him to look up at her.

Their eyes, full of lust and love and want and need, locked in the darkness and for the first time since this dance began, their lips found each other.

And it was like they hadn't kissed in years - their lips were so hungry and their kisses so urgent - it alone was almost enough for both of them to explode.

Chandler slowly moved his hips again as she grinded against him, their lips never parting.

He picked up their pace and she thrust forward to meet him.

Then she tore her lips from his, buried her face in his neck, and screamed his name as her body finally flew over the edge.

She felt like she was losing her mind as she shook in his arms.

Feeling her shake Chandler pulled her tight to him as his body tensed up and he released into her, shouting her name.

He crossed his arms over her back as they both landed back against the slightly tilting tree, her legs and arms wrapped around him as the aftershocks came in waves over them.

He leaned heavily into her for a moment, but quickly moved to back away not wanting to hurt her. She tightened her grip on him.

"Stay…stay…" Monica whispered hoarsely in his ear, gasping. "Don't…don't ever leave. Please stay…"

Chandler whimpered, his breathing still ragged, as he kissed her hard again. Then moved his lips to her chin, her cheek...

And he tasted tears.

She was crying.

He held her close, knowing what her words really meant.

And a stabbing pain shot through his heart.

"Never…" he whispered fiercely, his emotions right at the surface. "Never, never, never…I'll never leave you, Monica, never."

She took a deep, shaky breath, a brief sob escaping her.

"I love you, love you," he whispered, reaching for her lips again. "I love you…always…love you..."

"Love you…" she breathed weakly, then she kissed him as if her life depended on it.

Because she was absolutely certain that it did.

Their kiss finally broke and she hugged him tight as her emotions calmed and her breathing slowed. She felt him twitch inside of her. Chandler was still trying to catch his breath.

Finally she felt his legs start to shake beneath her.

"Oh, baby," she said as she hurriedly moved to disengage from him. He slowly slid out of her and set her down before stumbling back against another tree, completely spent and utterly exhausted.

He was working hard to even out his breathing, but she saw him give her a little grin as he closed his eyes.

She pulled up the top of her dress then searched for his shorts in the moonlight, their eyes now adjusted to the darkness. She found them, but his navy boxers and her black thong were a lost cause.

Her legs felt like Jell-O, and she couldn't believe he was still standing.

"Are you OK?" she asked softly, as she helped him lift his legs to put on his shorts.

She pulled them up slowly, then she gently leaned against him, her head once again against his chest and listened to his heart pounding heavily.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"Never better," he finally breathed, kissing the top of her head. "I can't walk or move, but that's all overrated anyway."

She sighed-out a giggle, running her hands around his waist.

"Um…that was…ah…was…" she actually couldn't find the words.

"Un-fucking-believable?" he offered, slowly running his hands down her back.

"Yeah," she said, flinching a little, "at least that…"

He dropped his hands from her back.

"Are you OK?" he asked, worry filling his face.

She caressed his cheek.

"Never better," she smiled up at him. "We'll probably be feeling it in the morning, though…"

"I'm sorry…"

"For what?" she said quietly, running her hands over his chest. "That was amazing, Chandler. Amazing. I've…I've never felt anything like that. Ever. I needed…it…I've never wanted…anything like I…I wanted you right then. And…and I've wanted you, a lot."

"Me, too," he said, tilting her chin up to look at him. "I honestly thought I would die if I…we…didn't…"

He was finally able to take a deep breath. He grinned at her.

"My wife is an incredibly hot woman, and I still can't believe I am so damn lucky you are mine forever."

He leaned down to kiss her softly, cupping her face in his hands as she spun slow circles with her fingers on his torso under his shirt.

"Back to the room?" she murmured as her lips left his and she backed away.

"I…ah…I don't know if I can make it that far yet," he laughed nervously. He started to walk a little haltingly toward her in the dark.

"Oh God," she said, stifling a giggle. "It's like watching a baby learn to walk."

"Hey…"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said, giving him a hand. He stretched out a little and shook both his legs. "OK?"

"Yeah," he said, still holding her hand.

She leaned into him as he smiled down to her, then slowly they made their way out of the palm trees, past the crowd and back to their hotel room.

NOTE: Yeah, so this fic started here. I'd been thinking of writing a multi-chapter honeymoon story when I heard the most sensual, live acoustic version of Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes" in the most random place - you wouldn't believe it if I told you! But, everything else quickly came to life after that. And, being a honeymoon fic, I had to at least attempt one detailed love scene… ;) A sincere thanks for all your reviews!