This chapter also has some references to adult material in it, so again if it bothers you skip over it. So even now that you know Rachel confessed her love for Ross, you'd think I should probably end the story. I always wished we had gotten to see more of them as a couple again after their reunion on the show, but we really just got the last scene. So I think it's fun to just write about them being together and see what they would be like as just any other couple. Feel free to review.
Rachel couldn't contain her laughter.
"So when that happened you were looking at a Van Gogh book? No wonder you started to take such an interest in art," she chuckled.
"Yes, when I looked up and saw that gorgeous body dancing across the street I took a greater interest in the art forms of the nude female body. Especially this one," Ross laughed back as he rubbed his fingertips up and down Rachel's bare stomach.
"This female body?" Rachel asked in a sarcastic tone while she smiled and glared deep into Ross's eyes.
"Yes this one," Ross giggled as he leaned over Rachel. "And this breast," Ross playfully said as he kissed it seductively. He pulled his head up. "And this one too," he continued as he placed a gentle kiss on the other one. Ross then leaned up from his seductive position and kissed Rachel, making an "mmm-ah" sound as his lips left her mouth.
Rachel laughed and ran her hands through Ross's hair. After she had told him that she was indeed in love with him, they hadn't wasted any time showing each other how much they loved one another. Their mid-afternoon was spent in a steamy, passionate love making session. At that moment, there was no need to waste time talking about details about their relationship. They knew that they would talk later for hours about why she was deciding to give "them" a chance. But in that moment, after she said, "I love you too", Ross pulled her into a deep hug and held her. She was no longer crying tears of fear or shame, but of happiness. He let her finish releasing her tears before he let go of her. Even he sprouted a few tears of joy, and then they were able to look at each other with the biggest smiles they had ever given one another.
What followed could only be described as mind-blowing. Almost every time they had made love in the past had been incredible, especially the night before. But maybe it was something about the theory of "make-up" sex that made this time even better. It was like they had to tell each other how sorry they were for the fight before, but they were also telling each other that they knew this was the beginning of forever. Neither one had to say it; they knew that getting back together this time was going to be for good. They weren't silly twenty-somethings looking to play games anymore. They were in their mid-thirties and had a daughter. There would be no more "well what ifs" or "this might ruin our friendship". They both wanted this to work, and this time, instead of asking questions they were letting their hearts lead the way.
Rachel turned over and looked at the clock.
"Wow, 5:30. So we've been in bed for like three hours or something?" she asked.
Ross rubbed the skin in between her breasts. "Ah who's counting?"
"I don't know are you? How many times have we had sex now?" she teased.
"Today or overall?" Ross asked.
Rachel smiled at him.
Ross smiled back. "Remember that weekend we stayed in bed for two days?"
"Of course," Rachel answered seductively. "The only time we got up was to eat or use the bathroom."
"From what I remember most of the eating was done in the bed," Ross joked.
Rachel playfully punched his shoulder. "Well, yes, and I had no complaints about that," she laughed.
"I think we did get out of bed so we could do it on the couch. And on the kitchen table," Ross reminded her.
Rachel laughed. "Yeah I guess you're right. I'm glad you didn't have a roommate. Can you imagine what Monica would have done if we ever did that in her apartment?"
"Maybe we should try it when we get back and see," Ross answered.
"They are moving so it's not like they'll even be in that place much longer," Rachel said sarcastically. "But I wouldn't mind spending a couple of days like that at your apartment."
Ross rolled over so that he was positioned above Rachel. He brushed her hair away from her face. She rubbed her hands up and down his bare back.
"You know, I was thinking if you're really not moving here, maybe we could at least stay a few more days and see more of the city," Ross said. "I don't really want tomorrow to be the last day."
Rachel thought for a moment. "I guess we could try."
"Yeah don't you think your Mom would watch Emma a couple more days?"
"She probably would. I can call her later and ask. You don't have anything going on?"
"Not really. And I can always get people to cover my classes. You wouldn't believe how many geeks in that department like to take extra classes," Ross answered.
"Ohhhh, but you're not a geek at all are you?" Rachel teased as she ran her hand behind Ross's ear.
"Of course not," Ross joked.
He rolled back onto his side of the bed so he wouldn't crush Rachel. She found a place for her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah this sounds good. Then we can enjoy stuff without feeling so rushed," she replied.
"And we can stay in bed the rest of today, right?" Ross giggled.
"Oh come on, we're in Paris. Let's go try some fancy place with food we can't pronounce," Rachel said convincingly.
"Ok, but I at least get to take a shower with you when you're getting ready," Ross said as he sat up a little.
Rachel smiled at Ross. She raised her hands to his face, cupping it as she pulled him in for a kiss. This is what made her happy. There would always be other jobs, but there would only be one true love. And who knew what would happen. Maybe when Ben was older Ross would be able to leave New York and they could live abroad. But for now she was just looking forward to starting over with him.
"Maybe. But I'm a little tired so you may need to wash me," Rachel flirted.
Ross propped his head up with his hand as his elbow rested on the bed. His expression turned into a more serious one. Rachel grabbed his free hand and held it tightly in between their two bodies.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing, it's just I'm really glad you decided to give this a shot," he said looking at her.
"Me too," she reaffirmed him as she squeezed his hand.
"I really do love you, you know?" he said.
"I know, honey. I love you too."
"And I'm so sorry I yelled at you this morning. It's just that the thought of losing you again really got to me," Ross continued.
"Hey, hey," Rachel whispered. "It's ok."
"Really?" he asked softly.
"Yeah, Ross, I," she started. "When I moved in with you when I was pregnant, I started having all these feelings again. I mean, I really wanted to tell you, but I couldn't."
"I know, I know."
"And when we almost got back together after Emma was born, God it just killed me that we couldn't figure things out," she confessed. "And ever since then," she paused. "Well honestly I thought you had moved on."
"Far from it. When you told me you were moving to Paris I couldn't even think straight."
"So I guess for the past two years we've both still loved each other and just couldn't find the courage to say it. God I wish I had never said yes to Joey and we would've been together all along."
"I know. But, hey, it's in the past now. That's all that really matters right?"
Her hand squeezed his even tighter. "Right. It's just me and you from now on."
"And we can finally give Emma what she deserves," Ross added.
After sharing another sweet kiss, Rachel decided to make a quick call to her mother and see if she would be willing to watch Emma for a couple of more days. She wasn't going to go in the details of her and Ross because the call would be too expensive, but also because she just wanted to spend the night with Ross without explaining her actions. While Rachel called her mother Ross went to the hotel lobby to see if they could extend their stay two extra nights. Now they would have three more days to see Paris….together.
Deciding that they were both getting hungry, they took their shower together, albeit a little longer than the average shower would normally last. Ross was able to finish getting ready quickly, and his stomach began to growl as he patiently waited for Rachel to do her hair and makeup. Hoping he could talk to the waiter better tonight, he grabbed his French dictionary so that he could practice a few lines. He also wanted to be cute and romantic with Rachel, so he also looked up how to say "I love you".
"Je t'aime," he said. "Je t'aime," he practiced again.
"Talking to yourself, sweetie?" Rachel shouted from the bathroom.
"Just practicing some French! One of us needs to know what we're ordering tonight," he yelled back.
Rachel came out of the bathroom in another stunning black dress. This one went just above the knees, and was very low cut.
"Wow. You've been saving that one for me haven't you?" Ross asked as he stood up. He was dressed up in a nice black suit with a dark blue collared shirt beneath his jacket.
"You wish," she joked.
"So I was thinking we'd go to this place I passed by today. As soon as I saw it I knew I would want to take you there if I had the chance."
She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his torso. "Hmm. That sounds fantastic."
Dinner was perfect. It was everything they had imagined it could be. They sat next to each other in a booth, instead of across from each other like they had been doing all these years. They ordered food that was unknown, but were able to enjoy and share it together. Ross tried to speak French with the waiter, but wasn't very successful. Rachel laughed at him but admired him for trying. They fed each other like two people who were newly in love would do. When she wasn't eating, Rachel kept a hand on Ross's leg. Even though they had only been back together for about seven hours, it now felt like they had never been apart.
"Ok, so tomorrow we get to go shopping right?" Rachel asked as they took a romantic stroll on the Paris streets on another chilly night.
"Anywhere you want," Ross answered.
His left hand clutched her right hand tightly. They just didn't want to let go of each other.
"So I know this is totally corny, but last night I noticed that you were cold. Can I give you my jacket tonight since I didn't have one for you last night?" Ross asked.
Rachel smiled at him. "Sure."
They stopped and he took his jacket off and put it on her. Rachel brought her face to his chest while he rubbed her arms. Ross wrapped his arms around her, and then she moved her arms around him, creating a tight hug that neither would ever want to let go of. Ross, like he had in so many of their hugs before, nuzzled his face into the crevice of Rachel's neck. They stood for a few moments hugging each other, savoring each second they were in each other's arms. They both wondered how they had ever gone so many years without being together.
"Je t'aime," Ross whispered into Rachel's ear.
"Hmmm?" she asked.
Ross pulled out of the hug. "It means I love you."
"Ohhhh," Rachel smiled. "Ok, Je t'aime plus que n'importe quoi."
Ross looked puzzled.
"You're not the only one that looks up romantic things in the French dictionary," Rachel flirted.
"Ah, so what does yours mean?" he asked as his hand twirled her hair.
"I love you more than anything."
"Well I guess you've got me beat," he said revealing a wide grin.
It was amazing how this place had such an effect on both of them. They had always been romantic together in the past, but this city brought it out even more. Yes, it was their first night back together. Naturally they were going to be romantic and say the sweetest things possible to each other. But something about being in the most romantic city in the world made this moment more than they had ever imagined it could be. Both had imagined what it would be like if they got back together. No matter where they were the moment would be amazing. But in their minds they were both very grateful that something had brought them to this place. This place would always be where they could say they got back together. And for that they couldn't help but think, damn, Paris, I love you.
