A/N: Hey! So it's me again with another chapter for you all and after so many requests I decided to have a stab at writing the 'closet scene' from 'TOW Phoebe hates PBS'.
This chapter to ages to write, but it is finally here! So I hope you all like this. My laptop charger broke this week (I know, terrible) so this is being written on my iPod where there the spellcheck is rubbish, I am relying on my knowledge of grammar and spelling (you might want to run now!)
FRIENDS, isn't mine FYI... *sigh*.
Anyway, enjoy!
Okay, I must say a massive sorry to you all. When I copy 'n' pasted my work from my iPod it completely messed up my formatting, there weren't any breaks between paragraphs (which annoyed the hell out of me- I've actually left reviews about it on other stories 'cause it annoys me that much!). So I must apologise to you, I'm very sorry about that and I hope it hasn't put you all off. I won't be updating with my iPod again. Urgh, how embarrassing? Well, hope you all can read this and you all enjoy it too, y'know, now you can read it.
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Chandler smiled and lingered by the coffeehouse doors, his expression was soft, kind, adoring. An effortless smile spread across his face as he watched her with a tender gaze, she was truly a beauty to behold, like an angel with porcelain skin and dark raven hair, blue eyes which sparkled in a way that rivalled the most expensive of jewels, the bright blue colour was mesmerising and finally Chandler had the pleasure of being looked at with them, that lovely gaze she gave to whichever boyfriend she was with, the string of silly men who let her go, finally he knew what it was like to be shown love by the woman of his dreamed, Monica Geller.
He sighed contently, he felt weightless, like he was floating in the land of dreams. Being with Monica, even just as her secret boyfriend was sweeter than sugar, he hadn't ever felt like this before.
He'd been close with Kathy, but he'd always had to put up a false pretence, he had to try hard to please her, he had told Monica more when they were just friends that he ever told Kathy when they were dating, he trusted Monica.
He wasn't in love yet, but he was pretty close by now, he felt like a teenager with a crush.
Shaking his head at his lovesick thoughts he walked into the coffeehouse, Monica turned around slightly, her face breaking out into a wonderful smile when she saw him walking towards her, a smile matching her own on his face.
"Hey, Chandler," she grinned at him, setting her coffee cup onto the table in front of him, looking at him with that gaze he had been thinking about earlier.
"Hi, Mon," Chandler smiled at her, taking a seat next to her; he draped his arm casually around her shoulder, kind like a friend, but protective like a lover. It was as if the temperature had gotten hotter suddenly, it was suffocating in a sweet kind of way, she remembered a time where they could lie like this together and not have this... tension, he kissed her cheek softly and she smiled, her body was tingling and teaming with emotions. She was so glad they made up from the 'best I've ever had' incident earlier that day.
"If someone had walked in," Monica shook her head, scolding him playfully, but the look in her eyes was far from angry, she looked happy, mellow.
"It's a good job I didn't do this then," Chandler grinned, his eyes flickered behind him to make sure that no one was behind them, it was clear, not even Gunther could be seen, they were alone.
Monica cocked her head to the side and he raised his eyebrows playfully before kissing her lips, hard, his hand touching the back of her neck slightly. She smiled into the kiss and ran her fingers up his arms slightly, enjoying the moment of public affection they were sharing.
It was over all too soon and Chandler pulled away from her, flushed slightly, his eyes twinkling under the coffeehouse's duller lighting. She leaned against him again, allowing herself to be enveloped in his arms, she felt so comfortable as a silence settled.
"You know," Chandler said after a while "there have been a lot of rumours at work about this place."
"Really?" Monica said, interested.
"Mmhm," Chandler nodded "apparently the Central Perk closet is a local hook-up point," he told her.
Monica raised her eyebrows, shocked. "Really, wow," Monica commented, she didn't know whether the idea was barbaric or... erotic?
"I know," Chandler said, equally shocked that their innocent haven wasn't actually that innocent "that and the palaeontology part of the NYU library," he added.
"Ross will be thrilled," Monica chuckled; her eyes flickering towards the cupboard, her throat went dry, she swallowed thickly.
"Y-you weren't hinting that we should, erm, do it in there, where you?" Monica asked, staring at the door which stood slightly ajar.
"No," Chandler shook his head, blushing slightly "no, we're not that kind of people, a-are we?"
"No, definitely not," Monica said, though her eyes were still fixed on the door, the idea becoming more and more appealing "we're traditional bed people," she said.
"And bathroom," Chandler added.
"And bathroom," Monica repeated.
"And couch," Chandler said, smiling slightly.
"Do you want to do it?" Monica asked suddenly.
"And-"
"Yes, no, I don't know, no, no way," Chandler said, panicking, if he said yes would it creep her out?
"No it's a-a stupid idea," Monica shook her head slightly, though it was becoming less and less stupid as seconds ticked by. Visions of her and Chandler in the closet, kissing, touching... she shook her head, trying to clear her clouded thoughts, she looked at Chandler shyly as her stomach coiled, he looked uncomfortable, looking at the door. Was he thinking the same as her?
"Besides it's probably illegal," Chandler said.
"And dirty."
"And- and just, wrong," Chandler swallowed, slowly finding the whole idea much more appealing than when his colleagues were talking about it, he shook his head slightly.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Monica asked after a few seconds, her breathing was shallow.
"If I said yes would you think less of me?" Chandler whispered.
Monica bit her lip before standing up and moving behind the couch, was she leaving?
She paused slightly, her heart hammering in her chest, her throat was unexpectedly dry, she leaned over the couch to whisper in his ear "do you, errm, do you have a condom?" she asked quietly.
"I-I think so."
"Meet you in there in a minute?" she whispered in his ear, he couldn't help but smile.
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Chandler closed the cleaning closet door behind himself, excitement coursing through him as he turned to face Monica, she smiled mischievously as he cleared the small amount of space between them in a few confident steps. His lips crashed against her's hard and passionately, she gasped slightly as they backed against the stacked cleaning supplies, he backed her further and further into the darkness of the closet, their bodies were pressed together.
Monica returned the kiss with passionate hunger, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth whilst her insides flipped and coiled in excitement.
Chandler broke the kiss and gasped, running his hands through her hair, the air was sweet in its hot state, the added thrill of doing this in the Central Perk closet made their situation twice as exciting.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her back was pressed against the stacks of cleaning supplies, Chandler brushed her hair off of her shoulder and kissed her neck again, his hands slowly trailed down her body, which was twitching and tingling in stimulation.
He opened the button on her dark jeans before slowly, very slowly unzipping them.
He smirked against her skin, inhaling her sweet scent before his fingers unhurriedly snuck into her panties. She shuddered, panting slightly and breathing in the hot, confined air.
Chandler slowly pushed his hands deeper into her underwear, the laced material rubbed the back of his palm as he trailed his fingers slowly down her silky smooth skin.
Monica gasped loudly as his fingers parted her folds, she was deliciously wet and ready for him, he pressed his lips to hers softly, his fingers dangerously close to her throbbing and tender clit.
He grinned at her obvious arousal and pushed two fingers into her, entering her tight and tense core, making her insides burst and swell, he stood close to her, so close, his body pressing against her's, his own arousal was large and hard in his trousers against her.
She had never been so turned on in her life.
She panted slightly as his thumb caressed her clit, his touch was firm and prevailing, making her knees buckle slightly, she fell back slightly onto the closet supplies, knocking over a mop as her hands gripped the selves behind her, he began to move his fingers in and out of her, her sweet juices coating his fingers, Chandler smiled and added a third finger, her stomach convulsed and he slick, tight walls trembled around him, he grinned, kissing her again as she panted.
"Chandler," she panted against his lips, she was struggling to see through her pleasure clouded eyes, he continued thrusting in and out of her, her orgasm so close, one more thrust and... his hands were gone, leaving her.
She groaned in frustration. "Chandler, come back," she whispered breathlessly, sweating slightly.
Chandler kissed her head sweetly "don't worry baby, this'll be worth it," he whispered, unzipping his own trousers and pushing them to the floor along with his boxers, his errection sprung free, large and throbbing, erect to the point it was nearly painful, desperate for friction, desperate for Monica.
Chandler pulled down Monica's jeans and panties in an almost forceful way before he attacked her lips with a hot and slightly aggressive kiss, regaining a little strength, Monica grabbed his hair between her fingers, pulling slightly.
She was dripping wet and desperate for Chandler, the muscles in her legs contracted tightly.
"Turn around, babe," Chandler whispered, his voice was husky and low, the smile could be heard in his voice when he said 'babe', he was never like that before with his ex's but 'baby', 'honey' and lots of other endearments just keep slipping out.
"O-okay," she stammered weakly.
Monica turned slowly, predicting what he had in store she gripped the shelf in front of her, there was a pause broken only by their panting and deep breathing as Chandler slipped on the condom.
Her stomach was coiling and twisting and doing flips in her stomach as and slowly spread her legs apart.
Chandler moved behind her, running his fingers tenderly over her clothed back, he felt dirty, but in a good way. God, this was hot.
Leaning over her he whispered "ready?"
"Oh god, yes," she nodded, the tension was unbearable, her sex was pulsing and aching, tender and hungry for Chandler.
Chandler smiled wickedly, his hard-on was shaking and trembling, tortured by his slow movements. Caressing her smooth, white buttocks with his hands, he slowly positioned himself at her damp entrance, she bucked her hips slightly and with one, slow and sweet movement, he pushed himself into her.
Groaning in tortured pleasure, he inched himself further and further inside her, her walls were tight around him as they slowly expanded around his iron-hard cock.
He gave her another inch of his cock, watched her head fall back and her lips part in bliss, felt the slow swell of mind-blowing arousal in the pit of his stomach.
She was so tight. Hot. And all his, Monica whimpered, her body surrendering to him totally. His scorching desire for her spread like, thick gold syrup over his insides, a guttural moan escaped from his open mouth when he pushed deeper inside her, her small body sucking him into her core, deeper and deeper, tighter.
"God, Chandler," Monica sighed quietly, struggling to withhold a scream of pleasure, remembering she was meters away from strangers, they could walk in at any moment. Shit, that just made her hotter, she bucked her hips again, she wanted him, needed him, Chandler, the best she ever had.
Chandler gave in and thrust the rest of him into her, hard, gripping her hips for support. It was hot, sexy and raw, he loved it.
Groaning again, he took himself nearly all the way out of her before quickly ramming his way back in. Monica moved her hips with him and soon they were moving together, quickly, hard, roughly.
A strangled whimper left Monica's gaping mouth, sweat poured off of her, she gripped the shelf so hard her knuckles were white, her hand slipped and a tub of something fell over, she didn't care.
Chandler pounded into her harder then he ever had before, it wasn't long before he was pushed to the brink, so close to coming it hurt, his body begging for release.
Monica felt her insides tightening and she groaned loudly, probably top loud, people would hear, she didn't care, she really didn't care. All she cared about was the rippling sensation as Chandler's cock took her deeper and deeper.
And suddenly, she couldn't see, her insides exploded and flexed, she was blinded by the sheer hot blinding whiteness of her ecstatic orgasm.
Chandler felt her cum hard, she clamped down on him hard and he was on fire, his orgasm erupted and his seed exploded from his cock.
They both growled each others names into the steamy air as they came, it went on for what felt like hours of pure bliss.
When Chandler pulled out her gasped, barely able to breath and dropped to the floor in exhaustion.
Panting, Monica dropped to her knees too, hugging him affectionately and kissing him softly. He was definitely the best she had ever had. And hopefully, they'd never stop being together.
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And breath. I swear I worked for ages on this, I hope it was worth it. Let me know in a review and please give me suggestions... :)