A/N: Hey, remember me?! I'm the girl who used to update on a fairly regular basis before going on a really, really long hiatus?! I am so, so, so, so sorry about that. Honestly, I didn't mean to leave it this long before updating again. I feel bad. But don't worry- I haven't really abandoned you ;) And all my other stories will be updated too, soon (I hope!)

Anyway, after a cold day, I decided to write something. I started one a few days ago, but I just got the worst block ever with it, gah... So, I wrote this instead! I know it's nowhere near Christmas yet, and we still have months to go before the 'big day', but I was re-reading your reviews, and saw Trude had requested a scene from 'The one with the Christmas in Tulsa' (ages ago), and this idea popped into my head! :)

Whilst on the subject of reviews; OH MY GOD! I actually cannot believe I've reached over 100. That is so rare in this fandom, especially for a smut fic that goes months without being updated. I can't believe it. Thank you so much. I love you. It's actually amazing! Thank you to all of you who've reviewed, favourited, followed, or even read this. Keep it up! I still need/want ideas for other chapters, so let me know if you think of one!

Ok, enough rambling. I hope this is ok, although it was written really quite quickly (for me) in an afternoon. As usual, I'm sorry for spelling/grammar errors, no matter how many times I check or how carefully I write, there's always a couple of dodgy words here and there, and again, I don't own Friends.

Happy reading, Amy xx

The one with the Christmas in Tulsa

Everyone had been so surprised when he walked through the door, and everyone had been shocked that he'd quit his job, but none of them were as shocked as he was. Chandler had never enjoyed his job, not really, but year after year, he'd stayed. Working in his dull, little office was the comfortable, safe and secure option; it was a place that- for some reason- was willing to pay him a considerably large amount of money for something so boring and unimportant. It wasn't until he was relocated to Tulsa, though, that he really, really started to hate his job, and hate it with a passion! It had taken him away from everything he knew and loved, and eventually the endless evenings of lying on a cold, lumpy mattress, wishing he had Monica there to hold and love, and the countless nights of pacing the dingy, little hotel room alone had got unbearable. And then, when Wendy had asked why he was still there, asked why he'd left his wife behind in New York, he hadn't been able to answer, there was no answer, not really. So he did it.

He quit.

Just like that, he quit. There was nothing there for him, and even the offers of even more money couldn't persuade him to stay. He'd packed his bags and quit, leaving his boss, the ham-steeling Wendy, the hotel and everything behind, and he'd got on the first plane back to New York, all without looking back.

He was still in shock and buzzing as he lay back in his bed later that evening. Bu when he saw Monica climbing into the bed beside him, he knew that his decision to quit was the right one. He vowed, silently, that he'd never leave her again- no job was worth the hell they'd been though.

"I don't know what we'll do now," Chandler said, sighing deeply as Monica snuggled up close to his body. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed, "I said before, it doesn't matter," Monica said comfortingly, "We'll figure it out eventually... we always do."

Chandler nodded slightly, but still looked unconvinced. For the first time in his adult life, he was unemployed and had no income, and that was scary, especially for him. Monica smiled, seeming to sense what he was thinking; she sat up a little, kissing his worried head, "Chandler, it'll be okay," she assured him, "We'll cut back on stuff if we have to, but... that doesn't matter. You're here," she said, "And that's what matters."

His expression softened as he looked at her, she could always comfort him, make him feel better. "I missed this," he said softly, looking deep into her eyes.

"Missed what?"

"This," Chandler said, looking around their warm, cosy bedroom wistfully, "And you," he added, his hold on her tightening slightly. Monica smiled again, wondering how she'd lived without him, how she'd slept and wondered the large, empty apartment alone. Without Chandler, it had felt too big, it was like she rattled around inside it... but now it felt like home again.

"I missed you too," Monica said, "So much. And if you ever go away again-"

"I won't-"

"But if you do," Monica interrupted him, "I'll go too," she told him, "I don't want to do that ever again. It sucked."

Chandler nodded slowly, "I don't want to ever go away like that again," he told her, "But, y'know, I don't know," he said, grinning, "The 'I haven't seen you in a week' sex was always good."

Monica laughed, hitting him playfully in the chest. He smiled brightly at her, the mood lifting greatly, he forgot how much missed that adorable laugh of hers, and that stunning smile...

Monica sat up again, supporting herself on the elbow, "You know," she said slowly, her tone subtly lower than before, her hand rubbing his chest through his shirt, "I bet the 'my husband's home again and I really missed him' sex is pretty good too," she said, smiling suggestively as her hand inched lower down his chest. Chandler swallowed, recognising that look in her eyes immediately; they were suddenly a deeper shade of blue, so full of desire, longing... She'd gone from a comforting wife to a seductive one in a heartbeat. And he loved it.

"Yeah, I-I bet it is," Chandler said, trying to stop his voice from shaking. Her hand stopped at his belt buckle and his heart skipped a beat. Monica grinned, sitting up fully on the bed. "Let's find out, shall we?" she asked, her fingers shaking with excited energy as she undid his belt.

She wanted him. She wanted to feel him against her skin, feel him inside her; she wanted to feel that connection, the love they shared, this time knowing he wouldn't be leaving again... She pulled the zipper of his trousers down, and he lifted his hips- probably subconsciously- so she could pull his jeans and underwear down out the way.

Chandler inhaled shakily, his eyes closing as her fingers began teasing him. He opened his mouth to speak, but let out a small, quiet sigh of pleasure instead, the tight, warm hole began to form around his sensitive cock leaving him speechless. Chandler opened his eyes again, catching her eye as she began licking and sucking him, feeling him grow harder and bigger in her mouth. She took him deeper, feeling the veins throbbing rapidly against her tongue. She could feel herself, just like Chandler, getting more and more turned on; a rush of warmth spread between her thighs as she played with him, licking the underside of his cock, effortlessly making him hard for her.

A low, throaty moan escaped his lips and he laid back again, his head hitting the pillows. Monica smiled, bathing his swelling member with hot, wet kisses. "I missed this too," she whispered, her warm breath making his entire body shake. She giggled slightly, "I guess you missed me too, huh?" she said. Monica lowered her head again, sucking gently at weeping head, she sighed softly in delight, the familiar taste of him coating her tongue. She carried on, licking, sucking and kissing all around his cock and his tightening sac until he was hard as iron and moaning her name loudly...

Eventually, Chandler let the sheets- which he'd been tightly gripping in his hands- go and stopped her movements, a little reluctantly. "I need you," he said, his tone dripping with desire.

Monica nodded, "I need you too," she replied, her own voice cracking under her arousal. Chandler sat up with her, and quickly they began undressing each other, removing layer after layer of stupid clothing... When they were done, and the clothes were strewn around the room and they both finally naked, Chandler's hands found her head and he pulled her close, his fingers combed through her thick hair, tangling deep within the dark locks, as he began kissing her passionately.

They fell back on the bed together- Monica on top of him- as they kissed hungrily, and soon they were the only two people in the world again, like every time they made love, they only had eyes for each other and nothing else mattered. Gasping, Monica broke the kiss and moved on top of him, her slim, toned legs either side of his body. She looked down at him; smiling and flushed, with his short hair ruffled slightly, he was the perfect balance between hot and cute. With his hands on her hips, Monica slowly positioned him at her entrance, shaking with unbearable need. She was dripping wet for him already, he could feel it as she rubbed the head of his cock against her sensitive lips.

"Mmm, God," she whispered, biting her lip as she slowly sat down on him, his cock slipping smoothly into her tight, little pussy. Monica looked down at him again, her eyes wide with pleasure as he filled her, "Oh, welcome home, baby," she smiled, letting out a lusty sigh as she began to move, at an almost painfully slow pace. Chandler's hands left her hips and began to explore her beautiful, freckled skin. His large hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently as she rode him.

"Oh, God, you - feel - so - good," Monica could feel every inch of him, hot and hard, deep inside her...

"You're so hot," Chandler said, rocking his hips with her. God, she was tight, so wet and hot around him, she fit him perfectly, like a white-hot glove. He squeezed her breasts again, playing with her erect, little nipples, making her moan harder. Chandler smiled, "Mm, do you like that, baby?" he said, his fingers gently pinching the hard, sensitive buds, "Does it feel good when you fuck me?" he said, panting slightly, but still smiling, his little dirty talk spurring her on.

"Ohh, yes," Monica whispered. She trembled slightly, beginning to climb. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she began to move faster, repeatedly filling herself with his large, thick cock. She started riding him harder, pushing herself down on him over and over, letting him fill and stretch her fantastically each time. She felt one of his large hands grip her hip again, helping her move as he trust back up at her, taking her to the hilt each time. Her head fell back as she let out a soft cry. How had she let this man go? She bit her lip, stifling her scream of pleasure. She was close- so close now.

"Oh, oh my God, Chandler!" Monica whimpered as she writhed on top of him, panting, sweating and grinding, "Mmm yeah, fuck me."

Chandler watched her, her face a picture of ecstasy and he knew she'd come soon, he could feel it already, he could feel her getting tighter, tighter... squeezing his cock hard with her tense, wet walls. His other hand left her breast and fell to her narrow hips, he pushed up at her, letting his stiff cock rub against the back wall of her pussy. His balls hit her lips with every deep, hard thrust. God, he was close too.

"Oh, oh, Chandler, I'm gonna come," Monica said, bearing down, she could feel it building; her entire body seemed ready, almost snapping with the sexual tension. She was squirming, bucking, driving herself onwards, and then, with one, last final plunge, Monica came- hard.

She couldn't contain her scream any longer- it was as if she wasn't in control of her body anymore, she seemed to surrender entirely to the pure, intoxicating pleasure; her hips were still bucking against his, her back arching, toes curling...

"Fuck, Monica!" Seeing her like that, feeling her like that, Chandler came quickly too, his hot, sticky load releasing inside her, filling her, giving her even more jolts of pleasure.

She was panting hard as she came down, still trembling, and sensitive all over, the familiar warmth spreading inside her, the glorious feeling of being full with his hot cum. She pulled herself off of him slowly, moaning again, and fell back onto the bed, naked and sweating. "I am never leaving again, ever" he said when they'd recovered their breaths. Chandler pulled the covers from beneath them and wrapped them around their still naked bodies; she cuddled up close to him, eyes closing in exhaustion.

"I love you," she whispered lazily, listening to his racing heart slowing as he calmed. She smiled softly when he kissed her head, "I love you too," she heard him say, before she slowly drifted off into a well-rested sleep in his arms, happy knowing that when she woke up, he would still be there.

A/N2: Anddd, breathe. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to review! ;)