Again thank you so much to all who reviewed and you Jen!! :D. I really appreciate it!! Anyway I promise you this has more Mondler in it. Part 3. Have fun. Break a leg…well don't but you know… 

Disclaimer: Sadly, for me, I don't own any of the characters….

SCENE: ON THE BEACH. MONICA, CHANDLER AND JOEY ARE THERE

Joey stood there, beads of perspiration dripping off his face. Even for someone manly like him, building a castle took a lot out of him. Luckily he still had some energy left from the meatball sub he had eaten prior.

Monica and Chandler lay on the towels next to Joey. They had managed not to create any tension between each other as both truly believed that the other simply didn't have feelings and never would.

The pair lay chatting, as they tanned, when suddenly the head of an Italian-American man popped out from behind what appeared to be a mound of sand.

"Whatcha doin' there Joe? Chandler asked, for once actually perplexed as to what the answer would be.

"Building a castle" he replied proudly. "Wanna help?"

Chandler pretended to ponder the subject heavily so as not to let his friend down, but then gave his answer. "Fraid not Joe, I think I would just hinder your progress." He hoped his friend would buy it. Truth was he just loved spending time next to Monica and also he didn't want to become all sweaty just to have a sandcastle made. It just wasn't worth it.

"Yeah, actually come to think of it whenever I have made things and you have joined in, the pace has always slowed down!" Joey stated, realizing it himself.

Chandler stared down at him, not actually believing that these words were coming out of his friend's mouth. He was something else.

"So – who do you think should live in it?" Joey again asked, clearly missing the fact that Monica and Chandler wanted to sunbathe in peace, and not be interrupted by some sand-castle maker.

Not even bothering to open his eyes, Chandler wondered "live in what Joe?" but was soon forced to open them as Joey shrieked in disbelief.

"Aw man – haven't you been listening already? My castle! Duh-uh!"

Sarcasm lining his words Chandler tiredly replied, really wishing that Joey would just stop talking altogether.

"Well if I'm honest with you, I think its location is too far away from the shopping mall and the tennis courts which were made by the beach house" he retorted, trying in vain but simply not succeeding. Realizing Joey would probably end up droning on for hours, he decided to invest into the conversation, knowing later on Joey would get very tired.

"Oh yeah, good point man" Joey replied, happy that Chandler had informed him of the other 'locations'' whereabouts, and completely unaware that he was being taken for a ride.

Monica had kept out of the conversation so far, resting her eyes, as she too couldn't be bothered to take part in a conversation when the weather was so hot. But on hearing Chandler's remark of the other locations and sensing he was probably getting rather irritated by Joey's insistence, she opened her eyes, and leaned back on her elbows as she listened to the guys chat.

Again shocked at Joey's stupidity, Chandler mouthed 'Oh my god' to a grinning Monica.

Finally Mon decided to question Joey about his doings. "Joey – how exactly are you gonna make this castle – I mean you can't just use your hands?"

"Yeah, these babies would get tired. That's why I brought my beach bag."Joey was pleased with himself about his beach bag. He had figured that he would need stuff and equipment for the beach and so he had decided to bring a beach bag to carry it all in.

As Monica smiled in surprise, Chandler took it upon himself to clarify Joey's need for a bag. "A beach bag – really? Aren't you are little, er, masculine to have a bag?" He joked, feigning seriousness, but slyly smiling at Monica.

Defensively Joey countered. "Yeah? Well aren't you a little feminine for a man?"

Monica couldn't help but laugh at this comeback. Grinning she announced "1-0 Joey!" as she prepared herself for the fightful banter that could take place.

"Hey!" Chandler playfully hit Monica on the arm.

Quickly trying to avert the subject, he then put in: "So what's in this bag then?"

Seizing the chance to rummage through the bag, Monica pulled it toward her and began to take out the items one by one.

"Okay…we got 2 buckets, 1 spade, 4 sandwiches…"

"4? Is that necessary?" Again Chandler felt the urge to question Joey.

"Well it was 5, but it can get tired building a castle. And Joey Tribbiani needs his food."He replied simply.

Going back to checking out the contents, Monica found a plastic wallet with a few pieces of paper inside. Curious, she pulled it out.

"Your CV? Who were you expecting to meet on the beach?"

"Ah yes – it was only yesterday that Steven Spielberg roamed this beach specifically requesting Italian-American 20-something actors." Chandler interjected, the sarcasm dripping off his words.

But before Joey could react to Chandler's comment, Monica had pulled out something else.

"Condoms? Really?"

Again, acting defensive, Joey meekly replied. "Hey! You don't know how long we will be here – we may get needy!"

Resisting the urge to make more jokes at his expense Chandler held his tongue. Monica had rooted through his bag and found nothing more in it.

Silence finally came for a while, as Joey went back to building his castle now with his beach tools, and Monica and Chandler went back sunbathing on their towels.

As the day progressed, the waves increased in size, and in noise. Reckoning that Joey's castle wouldn't be able to hold off the oncoming waves, Chandler tried to get through to him.

"Whoa, those waves are crashing big now Joe. Gotta be careful they don't hit your castle." At least he had tried. Now he couldn't be blamed for the impending brake down of sand.

"Nah, it's okay. You see I've made the outer wall strong so the waves will just rebound off." Joey thought to himself – he really was quite the craftsman.

Monica and Chandler couldn't help but smirk to each other as they waited, with baited breath for the inevitable to happen. They decided not to reply to Joey, but to watch him and wait for his reaction.

Suddenly – for Joey – a huge wave came crashing down and swept up the beach. Before it was too late, Joey's castle had been destroyed. Just like that.

"Aaaaaaahh! Nuh-uh!" He cried out. Distraught that such a thing could happen to him. Sighing heavily, he told the other two that he would see them later before trudging back up to the house.



"What about your bag Joe?" Monica shouted. But Joey just put his hand up in the air to dismiss the thought, too depressed even to turn around.

"Whoa, Joe really had his heart in that castle huh?" Monica looked over at Chandler. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him – he was like a child whose project had been destroyed.

"Nah he'll get over it I'm sure" Chandler replied. He was certain of it. After living with Joey for 4 years he knew what his friend was like. "Trust me I had to live with him!"

"Was he so bad? Because someone told me that it was his roommate that was the problem…"Monica slyly joked. As she said this she looked deep into Chandler's eyes who was also intently looking back at her.

"Oh really?!" "And which someone would that be?" Chandler shot back, impishly grinning at Monica.

"Oh you know – a friend of a friend." She matter-of-factly told him.

Still neither one of them had broken eye contact.

In fact, they both intensified it.

As Chandler gazed deep into Monica's eyes, he noticed just how blue they were. A pearly blue, in fact. They were gorgeous. She was gorgeous.

Similarly as Monica looked intently into Chandler's eyes, she noticed how unique they were. They were a strong grayish blue, and she could see how much passion they had. They were gorgeous. He was gorgeous.

As they looked longingly into each others' eyes, Chandler decided it was now or never. This was a bold move for Mr Commitment Phobe but he knew Monica was something else. And somehow, he wasn't scared of actually doing it, just her reaction. He gently moved positions so he was now facing her, sitting cross-legged on his towel. Softly reaching out for her hand and entwining his fingers through hers he softly asked.

"What would I have to do to be boyfriend material?" It was so quiet, only Monica could hear him against the crashing waves and sea breeze. Knowing most certainly that she most definitely couldn't let this chance pass, she unhooked her fingers from his and took his hand. She in turn mirrored his body position as she turned round to her right and faced him.

"Well," she replied, whispering so quiet, "first you would take both my hands and just hold them"

(AN: Think TOW The Pediatrician, just before Chandler leaves Monica's apartment)

And as she said this Chandler took both her hands without looking down. Their hands fitted perfectly in one another.

"And then, you would bring your hands up to my face, and caress my cheeks." Monica was in awe at herself that she was even saying these words. This was so unlike her. And to Chandler too. But she knew it was meant to be. And that, gave her the motivation and the want to do this, to continue.

His touch put her into heaven. It was so good. As he warmly stroked her cheeks, she felt tingles travel up her spine to her neck. Wow.

Chandler never thought he would ever be doing this. As he stroked Monica's cheeks softly he felt her shudder slightly. At this, blood rushed through his skin, surging. Wow.

"And then. Then, you would tell me that…" she paused. She couldn't believe how out of breath this made her. And then something wonderful happened. Chandler began to speak.

"Monica, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. No-one is more perfect than you." He continued for her softly. But he meant it. It was heartfelt. Truly had he never met a more beautiful woman. She was stunning, one of a kind.

As he said this, Monica's heart skipped a beat. She gasped ever so slightly as she heard him say this. This was unbelievable. He was unbelievable.

Simultaneously, they both softly moved closer to each other. Deeply staring into each other's eyes, Chandler reached out for her. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Immediately she returned the kiss and wrapped her hands around his neck. When their lips first met, the electricity that traveled through both their bodies was unreal, something so strong, they had never experienced it before.

At first the kiss was soft and delicate, but it then progressed to something more urgent. Both Monica and Chandler deepened the kiss, neither wanting to lose this precious moment. They wanted to stay like this forever.

As the kiss intensified somewhat more, Monica let her hands roam about Chandler's back. Feeling him respond positively to this she pressed herself closer to him, and let her fingers dance across his body.

Chandler then removed his hands from Monica's face and twisted them through her silky dark hair. Massaging her hair as they kissed she felt her pull him closer to her and he knew how right this was.

As the kissing finally overcame them, they came up for air, both equally as breathless as the other. It was at that very point that Chandler's cell phone began to ring. Nervously glancing across as it, Chandler told Monica that it was just Joey and quickly took it.

While he was on the phone, Monica, although realizing it was out of character for her, decided to have a little fun of herself. She crawled round so she was facing Chandler's back and she began to slowly kiss his neck before inching her kisses lower down his back. After hearing a soft moan, she knew she was onto something and kissed him further down his back before kissing his hands and his cheek, still while he was on the phone.

"Yeah, oh, aw, er Joe, yeah I'm gonna have to hang up – bad reception. Sorry dude. I'll see you later, we won't be back for a while I think" Chandler told his friend. Monica had literally put him in heaven and hell at the same time, as she kissed his body, but knowing that he couldn't respond in anyway.

"So, what, did he, say?" Monica asked, but pausing between words to continue kissing him.

"Oh God, Monica. That was torture!" Chandler groaned as he turned round to face her. Seeing a wicked grin flash across her face, he continued. "Well all he wanted to know was: did we want to come back for a game of Strip Happy Days Game? To which I replied that we had gone for a stroll away from the beach, as the waves had gotten bigger so they probably shouldn't go down there. And that we would probably be back in a while maybe?" He added at the end.

He didn't want anything to interrupt this perfect afternoon he was having with the lady of his dreams. Monica.

"Good call" she replied. "Besides," she put on a lower huskier voice, "maybe we can have our own strip game ourselves?" She coyly raised one eyebrow as she said this.

Chandler grinned wickedly at her. "Well I wouldn't be one to stop that happening" he flirtatiously replied. He was in awe at the entire situation. He desperately prayed that this was no dream.

Luckily it wasn't.

As they swiftly moved toward each other, their lips met once again, melting in passion. They kissed each other hungrily and Monica pushed Chandler backward onto the towel so that she lay on top of him.

As Chandler kissed her neck sensually she realized something. "Lucky Joey left his bag with us isn't it!"

When she got up to grab Joey's bag, she felt someone come up behind her. Tickling her ribs, Chandler pushed her down so now she was beneath him. Playfully, she squealed and let him.

And she thought to herself – this was going to be one hell of an afternoon.

So yay! They're finally together! I know it took a while at the beginning, and there was a lot with Joey, but I wanted to make it "realistic" with Joey, and kinda similar to when those three were actually at the beach…But what happens next…..are they caught out? Please review and then I will post the next chapter –it's all ready! If i make it to 18-20 reviews i will be extremely happy...just so you know ;) Thanks, Rosie