Final Chapter!! A woo hoo! Enjoy! Guys thanks so much for all the reviews – so kind!

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Chapter 7:

SCENE: TAXI RIDE HOME COMING BACK INTO GREENWICH VILLAGE.

(Same seating plan as before)

Monica was again sandwiched between Rachel and Chandler but this time her feelings toward Chandler were not awkward but of a desperate longing for him. And to her, he reciprocated this and recognized it.

Rachel had drifted off into a heavy slumber and had dramatically sprawled herself across Monica. Monica had no choice but to lean against Chandler, and did so tentatively, as she felt suddenly self-conscious of the arrangements and prayed people wouldn't think they had gotten even closer than they already were.

The fact was that nobody even realized anything was different. It was Monica and Chandler – they had always been tight knit and it would have been strange if they hadn't been leaning against each other as that's what they did best – support each other through good times and bad and, well, normal times.

Chandler thought to himself about the previous day and the morning earlier. Everything had gone so wonderfully, it was as if he was in a dream or a set up or something. Apart from the rather odd encounter at the beach with Phoebe, Monica and he had been expert at covering their tracks, or should he say, not really setting any tracks to be followed.

That morning in fact to their friends was just like any other morning. Except for the fact they weren't waking up in their normal beds. But still, to them no relationships had changed or happened, and no feelings were thought of differently.

'Little did they know' he chucked to himself.

Monica and Chandler had arranged to meet early that morning. They figured that the earliest awake would be Ross who usually woke at around 8.30. The rest would follow after that with either Joey or Rachel being last. So, the pair had planned to rendezvous at 7 in the little shed which was next to and part of the beach house. However this resulted in the pair only getting a maximum of an hour and a half's sleep, but they overturned those feelings of fatigue to replace them with yearnings for the other and desperation they could be in each others' arms.

The 'meet' had gone according to plan, and although they both wished it could be prolonged and that they could 'meet' more conveniently, they settled for what they had, and both crept back to the house.

They stayed in the kitchen where they could both be together and they would hear if someone were coming down the stairs.

"You sure must be tired now mister" Monica looked into his blue eyes and stroked his stubbly cheeks.

"Even if I am, I must say it was totally worth it" he replied, before adding "Even if we did only get an hour and a half's sleep…"

"Mine was less than that" Monica coyly replied. "Because for a lot of it, I stayed awake, thinking about a certain someone and how good those hours had been…" She smiled enticingly at him.

"Oh really? Well I didn't get all that much sleep and my reasons seem to agree with yours. Quite why they do I don't know!" Chandler emphasized some of his words and drew out his sentence.

He wanted her. She wanted him. Right there, right now.

They stood looking at each other intently, before Chandler seized the initiative. Walking up to her, he grabbed her shoulders and pinned her back against the wall. She didn't put up a fuss in fact she encouraged it, bringing her head closer to Chandler's, so they could feel each other's hot breath.

Knowing how badly he wanted this - they wanted this, he pressed his body up against hers and kissed her hungrily. She kissed him fervently back and brought her leg up around his, lifting her slightly into his waist.

They made out for what seemed like a good 20 minutes but went so quickly for them – they were just so absorbed in each other they didn't notice the time fly past. But they both knew they couldn't take it any further. Not there especially. Although they were both shattered, when they were in each other's arms, all thoughts of tiredness flew away, as their want for each other overrodgoe their physical state.

Their kissing though suddenly came to a halt when they both heard somebody move above them. However Chandler didn't move his body away from Monica's until he heard them reach midway on the stairs. Quickly walking to the other side of the counter he made up some conversation, so to diffuse the rather heated air.

"So what are you planning on treating us for breakfast then Mon?" He breezily asked, not actually afraid of the pending arrival from one of their friends.

"Well I thought I might make some waffles with eggs, bacon and syrup. That ok?" She answered, equally as calm and collected as he was.

"My favorite" he grinned back.

Slowly the door opened to reveal a tired Ross complete with bed hair and half-shut eyes.

"Hi" he greeted his friends down-heartedly. (AN: Think of when Ross says his depressed 'Hi' in Season One – TOW The Sonogram At The End.)

"Morning sleepy-head!" Monica chirruped at him. To an outsider she was unusually happy for it being only 8.45 in the morning.

"Well aren't you a treat for the eyes and the ears" Chandler mocked his presence. He too was also beside himself with happiness, but it went straight over Ross's head, who was more concerned with what was going to fill his stomach.

"So Mon, what are you making?"

"Eggs, bacon, waffles, and there's maple syrup too"

"Cool" He sat down and began to de-sleepify himself. He attempted to pat down his hair, and wipe the sleep out of his eyes but he did so in vain.

"So, how come you guys are up so early?" He finally had realized that he wasn't the first one up.

Not at all panicked, Chandler merely replied that he "couldn't sleep" and Monica had woken up early due to the "sunrise" and the "sound of the waves".

"Oh" was all Ross could muster, as he took in their excuses.

A couple minutes later, the door opened to reveal a perky Phoebe.

"Hey you guys! Ooh is that cooking, that sure smells yummy!" Phoebe said brightly.

"Wow, someone got out the right side of bed eh?" Chandler grinned over at Pheebs.

"Yeah, that chanting really paid off. Oh were you able to get any sleep in the end?" Phoebe asked, caringly.

"Um, a little, but really not very much at all. I'm fine though." Chandler was in fact telling the truth. He had got barely any sleep. But most certainly not for the reasons Phoebe thought.

Monica smiled to herself and laughed a little as she heard Chandler reply to Phoebe's question. Though luckily she was facing the stove and so no one saw her react to her comment, except Chandler, who knew, exactly what she was thinking.

A little while later both Rachel and Joey came down the stairs. Although Rachel had woken up first as she was wearily making her way downstairs, she was beaten by a frantic Joey, who was heading for what he could smell. Food.

"What are we having?" Joey bounded in. He saw for himself. "Waffles? Bacon? Eggs? SYRUP?" He shouted like a little boy at Christmas. "This is just the best!" He satisfactorily said as a huge grin ebbed upon his face.

The six friends were seated at the table, with Monica and Chandler opposite each other. Although Monica knew her relationship with Chandler couldn't be exposed, she really wanted him badly. A cunning idea edged into her thought.

Whilst everyone else was eating, and enjoying the sumptuous food, Monica 'dropped' her napkin. Bending down to pick it up, she got a good view of where Chandler's legs where and put her legs in front of his, not that they were touching, but so she wouldn't make the embarrassing mistake of finding someone else's legs. 'There certainly would be hell to pay for then!' She thought to herself.

Sitting back upright at the table, she idly participated in the discussions and plans that were going on and being made. Slowly she outstretched her leg fully and placed her foot on Chandler's foot. She immediately saw him react before he looked at her curiously. Half-smiling back to him, she began to run her leg in circles on his foot, seeing how he was reacting, especially as they had company.

He replied, positively. Since Monica's foot was on top of his, he decided to get her from underneath. Using his toes, he delicately drew patterns on the sole of her foot, before increasing his touch. He knew she was ticklish and boy was she going to be tickled. He brought his toes over to the softer skin on the middle of her foot and gently ran them over.

Monica couldn't contain herself. She giggled softly at first, desperately trying to restrain her laughter. But thank God, Phoebe had just said something funny, and so Rachel and Joey were laughing too. As was Chandler but he and Monica both knew, they weren't playing the slightest bit of attention.

Right, Monica thought to himself. Bing is going to pay for that. She lifted her foot off Chandler's for a little while, before sliding it up his inner calf. Ha, he sure was going to squirm now.

But he didn't. He subtlety raised one eyebrow at Monica before seeing her innocently smiling back as if she wasn't doing anything unusual. God, he thought to himself – she was hot. He let her slide her foot further and further up his calf as did he like what he was feeling? Hell yes.

She let her foot linger for a while as he played with her other foot, using his other toes. The two of them sat there, enticing the other, whilst their friends sat there, unaware of their two best friends' antics.

Then, Monica decided to step it up a notch. She moved her chair in a bit closer to the table, and began to slip her foot past the behind of his knee, and up into his inner thigh. She moved, slowly, so to prolong the 'torture' for as long as possible. Tracing circles with her toes, she inched her way further and further up his thigh, until suddenly he couldn't take it anymore.

Chandler jerked his head up at this point, and got up from the table. He had finished his breakfast and fumbled that he was going to wash his plate up.

"Oh, I'll help you Chandler" Monica voiced, innocently. No-one thought this unusual as this was Monica and cleaning was her thing – well one of her many things. So she too got up, and met Chandler over by the sink. The sink was hidden away round the corner from the table, and so none of the friends could see the pair as they washed up, only hear the clattering.

"You are so dead tonight" Chandler whispered into Monica's ear. His voice and breath on her sent sparks shooting down Monica's back.

"Oh really? Well you'll have to catch me first" she waggled one eyebrow up at him, before leaning in so their lips were inches away from touching. As Chandler leaned in to kiss her, Monica pulled away, before telling him loudly "These dishes won't clean themselves Chandler" so that their friends could hear them.

Grinning at him playfully, Chandler gasped at her in mock horror. She sure could push his buttons, he thought to himself.

Chandler noticed Monica scrubbing hard at the frying pan, and came up behind her to help. Pressing his body against hers hard, he murmured, "need any help?" and kissed her neck, knowing it was her weak spot. He wasn't going to be the only one getting tortured today.

Monica breathed heavily, and managed to get the dirt off the pan, even though Chandler's arms were wrapped around her waist and he was softly kissing her neck. Turning around, so she faced him, she finally pulled him in for a long but gentle kiss. The fact that any one of their friends could walk in on them, aroused them even more, but they knew their boundaries, and parted their lips, before nonchalantly walking back to the table.

Yeah, Chandler thought to himself - that really was a good morning.

He snuggled up against Monica, realizing that he did that normally and it was only internally that he knew things were different now. The pair fitted each other perfectly, and comfortably slept on the way home, as they both were shattered after the previous nights' events.

As the cab arrived in back in Greenwich Village, the pair gently awoke, and surreptitiously smiled at one another longingly. Now they were back in home, they would have to be extra careful of sneaking around.

But one thing was for sure – they both really wanted each other and neither of them wanted it to end anytime soon. But what their friends would say when they found out, they could only wait and hope their reactions weren't too bad…

THE END.

Wow! So that was my first fanfic. It kinda went on longer than I expected but I hope you guys enjoyed it! If you have any questions feel free to ask. I thought what would happen afterwards would basically be season 5's sneaking around, so it was kind of the right place to finish it. I have really enjoyed writing that and I want to thank everyone who reviewed SO much! You guys have all been so kind to me and it really spurs me on!

If anyone is interested I will be posting another FanFic very soon actually about Monica and Chandler's affair though it is not related to this Fic. I am also currently penning a rather more dramatic Mondler story but I am mid point through that right now – just thought I'd let you know!

Please review once again! Thanks, Rosie.