Chapter 4-July 15th, 1993
Author's note: I love all of my continued reviewers/supporters! You give me life! You all have encouraged me so much as a writer in both your present and past reviews, and thank you for following me over from Notre Amour. I felt discouraged when after 48 hours I still had no reviews, but then you all come along and gave me encouraging and honest feedback. Thank you so much!
Guest, when I read your review about the name confusion I was like, "Oh! No wonder this doesn't make sense…the context of the name change was totally missing."
Matteny, I always appreciate your reviews, and I know it seems kind of crazy that Monica and Chandler aren't together yet because they ARE so perfect together, but I really thought about who Monica and Chandler were at the beginning of the series, particularly in regards to their insecurities about themselves and Chandler's relationship issues, and I just felt that regardless of whether or not they had kid together they would not be in that place yet. Besides, what is a good story without a bit of conflict and self-discovery, right? Plus, the whole Ross and Rachel drama will definitely work against them for a while, but we will just have to wait and see how that plays out.
Mondler 2017. Thank you for calling me writing art!
Howard, Thank you, and I hope you enjoy this version!
This story will definitely explore Mondler's relationship before they officially get together with a lot of liberties taken, of course as this is entirely AU. It will probably be a long story as there is a lot that needs to happen to get them to where they are in the present time which follows the season 9 timeline to a degree.
I am super excited to present this chapter to you all as this is the conception scene you were waiting for with Notre Amour, but I could not seem to wrap my head around to write. Guess what? I was finally able to do it, and I hope you enjoy it! I was able to keep this in the K-T rating, because it is borderline graphic, but please be aware that once you see the story leave the general page (which will be for the next chapter) that means its entered the M rating category-for good reason.
Finally, thank you, thank you, thank you! I love and appreciate you all! I can't thank you all enough for your support and reviews. If you haven't reviewed yet, why?!
"Te-te-te-te-te, tequila" Monica sang as she shook her hips and then downed another shot of tequila making a face as the strong liquor burned her throat on the way down.
"That's, not getting old at all," Chandler quipped as he sat back on the bar stool watching Monica with amusement, "But the view is awfully nice," Chandler smirked as he shot an appreciative glance down towards her shapely behind.
"Oh, hush, you pervert, and poor me another shot," Monica playfully chided as she extended her shot glass towards him.
"Only if you promise not to sing Tequila anymore," Chandler said as he held the half empty bottle away from her.
"It's a drinking game, Chandler," Monica replied. "What else are you supposed to say when taking a shot of tequila besides TEQUILA?" Monica justified.
"Well, there are lots of other drinking games WE could play," Chandler supposed. "Like, for example, for every shot we take you and I make out," Chandler said as he pointed between the two or them. "Or for every SHOT you take you could remove an article of clothing. Think of it like a strip drinking game," Chandler smirked suggestively.
"Eat your heart out, Chandler Bing," Monica said as she approached him and planted a big kiss on his lips. She grabbed for the bottle and successfully pried it from his hands. When they parted Monica beamed triumphantly as Chandler stared off into space dazed and totally aroused by that kiss. There may not have been tongue on tongue action, but he definitely felt her tongue on his lips.
"Monica one and Chandler zero," Monica said triumphantly. "Now, that's a fun drinking game," Monica quipped as she poured another shot.
"Want one?" Monica asked holding out the bottle.
"Why the hell not?" Chandler shrugged as he extended his glass and then downed the drink in one gulp.
"Ah! The breakfast of champions," Chandler said as Monica just chuckled and nodded her head before downing her drink as well before saying "Tequila" once more.
"This game is getting boring," Monica pouted after emptying her glass. "Do you wanna play pool?" Monica asked.
"Uh, No!" Chandler snorted as if it were the most obvious and logical response to her suggestion. Which it really was because Monica was far too competitive sober, and a drunk Monica was even worse.
He recalled one night they had all gotten so hammered at the bar. Monica had convinced them all to play truth or dare, and her and Ross turned their dares into a competition to see who could come up with the most ostentatious dares, and, of course, Phoebe and Chandler became the victims of it. As he recalled, poor Phoebe had to dance in the fountain of Central Park naked and Chandler had to sing "I Will Survive" on the corner of Bedford and Grove.
"Why not?!" Monica shrilled. "Are you scared of loosing to a girl?" Monica mocked.
"No, I am scared of losing to YOU! You are by far the most competitive person that I know, and I'm not in the mood for the smack talk and the betting….oh the betting," Chandler visibly shuddered at the thought.
"What….no!" Monica shook her head. "I promise I'll be nice. No smack talk or crazy bets. Just a friendly game of pool between two friends" Monica swore.
"Ok…." Chandler conceded having a feeling he was going to live to regret it. However, he could deny her nothing.
"Woo, hoo!" Monica said as she attempted but failed to look "cool" at raising the roof.
"Seriously?" Chandler asked eyeing her. "You are so drunk," Chandler laughed noting her lowered inhibitions. Sober Monica would never think to do something like that .
"You know what?! I think I am, and I could really use more tequila," Monica said as she eyed her empty shot glass.
"I'll rack the balls, and you get more tequila," Chandler suggested as he swung the empty bottle.
"No, I'll rack em and you get more tequila because you don't center the triangle perfectly," Monica said as she playfully poked his chest.
"Yes, Mary Poppins," Chandler quipped. "Practically perfect in every way," Chandler said as he kissed her on the fore head before making his way over to the bar.
"Practically," Monica said as she raised her eyebrow. Chandler just turned towards her and smirked as he walked backwards towards the bar.
"My mistake." Chandler corrected. "You are ABSOLUTELY perfect in EVERY way," Chandler said as he turned back around.
"That's more like it," Monica said as she began the "precise" task of centering the triangle.
"Uh, Mon," Chandler said eyeing her from behind the bar.
"Yeah" Monica said as she looked up at him.
"The triangle is a little too far to the left," Chandler joked as he pointed towards the triangle.
"Shut up!" Monica exclaimed, and she stuck her tongue out at him before refocusing her concentration back to the task at hand.
Chandler smirked at her and gave one last final chuckle before bending down to rummage behind the bar looking for the tequila that he could not manage to find. However, he could find a unopened bottle of vermouth and a semi full bottle of gin. Oh well, martinis would do.
"Uh, Mon," Chandler said from behind the bar as he shot up holding the two bottles.
"Yeah," Monica said as she inspected her work before looking over at Chandler.
"I couldn't find any tequila, but I found gin and vermouth; we could make martinis," Chandler suggested.
"Martinis…fancy," Monica smirked. "Make mine dry," Monica added, as she stopped her task and leaned against the pool table.
"Two dry martinis coming up," Chandler said as he searched for and found two martini glasses.
"It's no wonder that Chris has to close this place down with all of the free boos, he 'gives away'," Monica said as she hopped up on the pool table.
"Yeah, we should probably let him know that we finished off his last bottle of tequila," Chandler said as he poured the gin into a mixing glass.
"And drank his gin and vermouth," Monica added as she swung her legs and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Do you realize how huge our bar tab would be if he actually made us pay for the extra drinks," Chandler said as he shook the glass.
"Oh God, I can't even imagine!" Monica groaned as she shook her head.
"I don't know what's crazier?" Chandler said finally bringing up the elephant in the room "The fact that Carol and Ross are getting divorced or the fact that Carol is a lesbian," Chandler said as he glanced up at Monica as he poured the drink into the martini glasses.
"Both are equally crazy. Poor Ross," Monica sighed as she looked down at her fingers which were intertwined on her lap.
"Of all the people to get divorced, I never thought it would be them," Chandler said as he plopped an olive into each glass before picking them up.
"Yeah, I mean if it that can happen to Ross…then I'm screwed," Monica said sadly.
"Oh, Mon," Chandler said as he walked towards her. "What do you mean?" Chandler added.
"Because…everything has always worked out for Ross, and if this is happening to Ross imagine what will happen to me! I'll never get married at this rate!" Monica said as Chandler handed her drink.
"Ross getting divorced has nothing to do with whether or not you will find someone," Chandler replied as he hopped up on the pool table to join her nearly spilling his drink along the way.
"You are perfect and any guy would be lucky to have you," Chandler smiled as he turned his head to kiss her forehead making Monica smile. "Besides, I thought we had already discussed this earlier; it is going to happen!" Chandler said before taking a sip of his drink.
"Well, that was before we heard about Ross," Monica said as she looked down at her martini.
"Yeah…" Chandler said quietly as he looked down at his own drink.
Their conversations about marriage were where he usually stalled out. He could sing Monica's praises all day about how perfect she was and how lucky any guy would be to have her because he genuinely believed it. He wasn't just being playful when he made the Mary Poppins reference earlier because in his eyes she WAS practically perfect in every way. He adored everything about her, and she was so beautiful, sexy, strong, and caring…nurturing too. He could even tolerate her competitiveness and her perfectionism because those things made her endearing.
However, when it came to talking about marriage. He couldn't pep her up about that. He couldn't tell her with confidence that she would get married and have a happily ever after because he didn't really believe in it…happily ever after. His parents split when he was a little kid and now Ross and Carol split. These were just a few of the reasons why the odds were stacked against marriage for him.
"What?" Monica asked as she looked over at him sensing that something was up.
"It's just that I don't doubt that you will find someone or should find someone, but I can't say, 'Oh Monica your marriage will last' because I don't know if I believe it…I don't know if any marriage can last," Chandler said as he looked over at Monica who was now frowning sympathetically at him.
"Not all marriages end in divorce, Chandler," Monica affirmed. "I truly believe that if you find someone that you really love that it can work," Monica said optimistically before taking a sip of her own drink.
"Monica, fifty percent of all marriages end in divorce; that means half of all marriages fail; that's not great odds," Chandler said.
"Well, you could be apart of the success rate if you find the right girl," Monica smiled as she bumped his shoulder.
"Or, I could end up in the same situation like Ross and my mother where my spouse turns out to be gay," Chandler quipped as he hopped off the bar and set his martini down on the pool table.
"I still can't believe Carol is gay," Monica shook her head shock. At first, when Ross told them he and Carol were getting divorce he was kidding about the gay part, but it turns out he was not.
"Well…." Chandler said as he picked up his glass again and put his hand on his hip.
"What do you mean?" Monica asked shaking her head in confusion.
"Now, that I think back to it; I can recall Carol checking out other women, quite frequently, and commenting on other women's appearance was a big thing for her," Chandler said before putting his drink to hip lips once more.
"So, that doesn't mean anything. Women objectify and judge other women all the time. It's what we do best. We are caddy bitches," Monica stated.
"I know what you are talking about, Mon," Chandler laughed, "But she never said anything negative about other women; she only ever commented on how pretty they were or how nice they looked," Chandler clarified.
"Yeah, most women are too jealous of other women to do that," Monica chuckled before taking a sip of her drink.
"Wait a minute!" Monica laughed nearly choking on her drink. "Did Ross ever tell you about her bachelorette party?" Monica asked.
"No, why?" Chandler asked.
"Oh," Monica said as she bit her lower lip. "Well, I guess there is no reason not to tell you now, but wait for it…" Monica said for dramatic effect. "Carol had a female stripper," Monica added as Chandler's mouth hung open in shock.
"She what?!" Chandler asked hardly believing it.
"She had a female stripper, and she….enjoyed i-t. At the time I thought it was just a joke, and that she was just SO drunk but…." Monica stopped noticing that Chandler was staring off into space with a satisfied grin on his face. The perv was probably picturing it.
"Oh, sorry," Chandler said as came out of her daze. "I was just picturing it."
"You creep!" Monica said as she punched his arm. He flinched and yelped in response.
"You know I saw a porno about that one time. The stripper and the bride to be got it on," he smirked as Monica glared at him.
"You can't tell Ross," Monica said as she pointed a finger accusingly at him.
"Oh, I won't; I doubt that would help make this any easier for him," Chandler held up his hands.
"But seriously, Chandler, I know that you haven't seen examples of successful marriages in the past, your parents included, but that doesn't mean that you won't find that perfect someone that you can share your life with; you are a great guy, and you will find a great girl I just know it," Monica said as she smiled at him and gave his hands a gentle squeeze.
"And you will too?" Chandler said as he touched his forehead with hers.
"And I will too," Monica smiled as she craned her head to give him a friendly peck on the nose, but as she was up turning her head their lips brushed against each other.
Maybe it was the alcohol, the emotions, or the electricity that they felt the moment their lips pressed against each other, but they both found themselves parting their lips and inviting the other's tongue into their mouth as they leaned into each other as the kiss quickly deepened and heated up. It was surprisingly the best kiss that either ever had, and it was being had with each other.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what…I'm sorry," Chandler finally said when the managed to pull himself away…reluctantly.
He was at a loss for words. Shocked that he let it happen…that it did happen, and more so at how right and good it felt kissing her. The longing to do it again was great, but Monica was his best friend, and she was his best friend's little sister. Unfortunately, he just managed to crossed two boundaries-kissing his best friend's little sister and kissing one of his best friend's (who just so happened to be the same person), but what was done was done. However, he had to do the right thing and stop it before it went too far.
"What?!" Monica asked as she shook her head in surprise. "You don't have to be sorry," Monica said as she touched his cheek.
"You are my best friend's little sister and one of my best friend's; it's was wrong for me to do that," Chandler shook his head guilty.
"I was part of that kiss too. It takes two to tango, Chandler." Monica replied. "Plus, you are a really good kisser," Monica added.
"Really?" Chandler smiled his ego swelling.
"Yeah, really good," Monica said as she pulled his face into hers again, but he immediately jerked away as he realized where this was going and how wrong it was. Though, it felt so right…too right…unsettling so.
"No, Mon, we can't," Chandler insisted as he pulled away. He then walked away from her to get some distance to settle himself down because if he didn't stop…he wouldn't be able to stop. Who knew how far they would go? He would have no problem doing more than just kissing her because it would be too easy to go too far with her because, while she was his dear friend, he had fantasized about what it would be like to be with her for a long time. He just knew it would be like fireworks on the fourth of July fantastic.
"Why not?" Monica asked as she hopped off the pool table and walked over to him putting a gentle hand on his back, and he spun around to face her.
"Because of all of the things I said before, Mon; your Ross's little sister…my best friend's little sister. Ross would kill me. Your parents would kill me. They already hate me as it is…" Chandler rambled on as Monica interrupted
"And we would have to tell all of them because?" Monica asked.
"Because….because…because of the wonderful things he does…" Chandler sang totally deflecting her question as he began the belt out "We're off to See the Wizard".
"Chandler!" Monica exclaimed as she gently punched his arm turning away from him and shaking her head as she walked back over to the pool table.
"Why do you do that?! Start joking in them middle of something serious?" Monica asked spinning around to face him.
"Because….I don't like awkward, intimate conversations, and it helps relieve the tension. Which it did!" Chandler said as he waved his hands around dramatically joining her by the pool table.
Monica just laughed at him before looking away from him, and then when she looked back at him she said, "Yeah, it probably wasn't a good idea for all of the reasons you just said. Me being Ross's sister and yada, yada; kudos to you, though, for having the self-control to stop it because I sure as hell didn't," Monica said as she shook her head and walked over to the bar to place her empty glass on it.
"Yeah…" Chandler said after downing his entire drink feeling slightly less buzzed and level headed as the liquor quickly coursed its way through his veins, and he chastised himself for being too level headed when all he wanted to do was to kiss her and enjoy the taste of her. The feeling of her soft lips on his was already his heaven.
He then walked over to the bar counter where Monica was standing and sloshing her drink around, and he joined her, but as he was placing his empty glass next to hers their fingers brushed against each other reigniting that undeniable spark of electricity. They both stared up at each other as lust and longing filled their blue eyes. This time, neither stopped to think about the repercussions of their actions as they wrapped their arms around each other kissing wildly…desperately…hungrily.
"This is wrong," Chandler said between kisses as he began to walk her backwards towards the pool table.
"Yeah," Monica moaned between kisses as she began to unbutton his shirt, and Chandler began to unbutton her dress.
"We should stop," Chandler halted and groaned more half-hardheartedly as he slipped open her dress revealing the creamy silky slip underneath. He so couldn't wait to shimmy it off of her, but they had to stop….they had to stop, they had to…Chandler couldn't even finish that thought because his shirt was now open, and Monica was caressing his bare chest.
"My, my what nice pecks you have Mr. Bing," Monica said as she leaned into kiss his chest, and he closed his eyes. He titled his head back and inwardly groaned as the thought of stopping did cross his mind. However, that thought was quickly becoming a distant one.
"I could just eat you all up," Monica said as she caressed and pecked his chest. Chandler responded by taking her face in his hands and walking her quickly towards the pool table. However, he was so caught up in kissing her and enjoying her that he didn't realize that she was going to walk into it until she did.
"Ow!" Monica said as she slammed against the side of it.
"Sorry," Chandler said as their lips parted.
"That's ok," Monica shrugged out of her dress letting it fall to the floor.
"You can make it up to me by doing me," Monica said as she then slipped her slip over her head revealing a black eyelash bra and matching thong panties. Damn! Chandler thought to himself. The view was amazing. Her petite waist, long legs, and lush breasts-she was gorgeous.
He HAD fantasized and even dreamed about what Monica looked like naked, but none of his fantasies did her any justice. She was exquisite, and what was even more exquisite was how she slowly and gracefully unhooked her bra pulling it off and throwing it to the ground allowing him to view her exposed breasts, and all of the blood left his head and entered his other head as he took in the view. He had never seen breasts quiet so spectacular in real life before.
"Wow!" Chandler whistled as his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he eyed her. She, meanwhile, eyed his pants non verbally communicating with him to take them off, and he quickly sprang into action removing his pants as he stumbled out of them. To Monica it was very cartoon like, and she could not help but chuckle at the comparison.
And suddenly Chandler was standing before her in nothing more than his boxer briefs, and Monica placed a hand over her mouth taken aback by the sight. "Oh my," Monica gasped.
"What?" Chandler asked as he looked self-consciously down at the disrobed parts of his body.
"Nothing…just wow!" Monica said in awe as she drank in the glorious site of him moving her eyes down his toned chest and arms, to his wash board abs, to his toned thighs and legs. She always pictured Chandler to have a swimmer's body because of how lean and active he was, but the sight of him before her surpassed all expectations. Her longing to have him buried between her thighs only grew.
"Is 'wow' a good thing or a bad thing?" Chandler asked not sure if it was meant as an insult, a compliment, or a joke.
"Definitely a good thing," Monica smiled as she leaned into kiss him deeply wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer, so close that soft bare skin collided with soft bare skin, and they both moaned into the kiss enjoying the feel of both the kiss and their bodies touching. The spark was now a a fire inside of them. It was so intense it consumed them. There was no going back now.
Chandler nudged his nose against hers, and he nodded towards the pool table. Monica nodded in understanding walking back towards the pull table and then hopping on top of it, and smiling at him as she threw the still empty triangle to the ground. They never did get around to their game of pool. Oh, well, Monica thought to herself, this was going be a hell of a lot more interesting.
Chandler leaned over the pool table to kiss his way down her body to her panty covered crotch, and he slowly eased the garment down her hips and legs kissing the soft skin of her stomach and thighs along the way. For an extra tease, he smiled wickedly to himself as he darted his tongue inside of her core for a quick, wicked lick making her gasp and practically jump off the table at his shenanigans.
"Oh….you ARE evil!" he heard Monica say as he shimmed her panties down and off her legs before throwing them on the pile of misfit clothing. He then quickly worked to stumble out his own underwear which were quickly added to the pile.
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, baby," Chandler wickedly smirked as he scampered to join her on the table. They were now both completely nude, and all thoughts of turning around and stopping while they were ahead were gone.
"Oh, really?" Monica smiled up at him, as he settled between her wide open and waiting legs.
"Really," Chandler replied as he rested both of his arms on either side of her head and placed his hands on either side of her perfect face so he could lean into kiss her hungrily. They both moaned into the kiss their hearts racing in anticipation of what was to come, and Monica slid her hands down his sculpted back to the firm tight globes of his ass giving each cheek a gentle yet encouraging squeeze signaling to him to do what the both wanted…enter her.
Chandler smiled into the kiss as he shifted his position so that he was in line with her opening. Monica gasped her body rippling in pleasure at the sensation, and her eyes widening in surprise and lust, as he kissed her senselessly while moving inside of her.
Chandler moaned digging his legs into the pool table and parting her legs with his knees as he sunk deeply into her their bodies melding into one. She had surely never been loved like this before. It felt so tender and intimate…more than what was expected for a for first time. This was hands down the best sex she had ever had, and they had only just begun.
Then, his lips left hers and found their way to her neck, tickling her skin, and she smiled wickedly to herself and grasped the thick strands of his hair. Oh, yeah this is going to be good. Monica thought to herself, but what she…they didn't consider was the fact that they had gone at it bare back, and, because of that, they would be giving each other more than a couple of mind blowing orgasms. They would be giving each other a baby who would arrive promptly in nine months.
End Note: The moral of this chapter, folks, is always practice safe sex. Just kidding. Also, for anyone that wants to read more remember that the story will be changing to an M rating for good reason in the next. So if you don't see it on the main page anymore, you know where to look. Go to the filter and click on M.
