Night Moves

Chapter 10

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Um, I feel like apologizing for the length of time between updates is getting redundantly redundant, so, yea….

Thanks for the reviews :) I'm thinking I can wrap this up in under 15 chapters, but, we shall see….

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Chandler looked over the titles and covers of the videos at the video store, trying to remember which movie Monica has said she wanted to rent and hoping the Chinese take-out in the bag he was carrying wasn't getting cold in the process. He moved sideways, scanning the movie titles, hoping one of them would sound familiar, bumping into someone else from lack of attention to anything but the movie titles.

"Sorry," he apologized, taking a step back as he glanced up at the figure he had run into.

Richard.

Chandler laughed, shaking his head. "Yasmine Bleeth, I never run into. But you, you're everywhere..." Richard laughed at the joke. "Though, I was once trapped in an ATM vestibule with Jill Goodacre during a power outage," he paused. "Not that that has any relevance."

"You make jokes when you're uncomfortable," Richard nodded his head.

Chandler nodded in agreement. "That I do."

Richard smiled at him, having always been quite fond of Monica's friends, though there had been something about Chandler's interaction with her that had made him a bit…jealous. Not that he didn't trust both of them, he did, but he had sensed something between them. Now, obviously, not unfoundedly so. "So, you and Monica are dating, huh?"

Chandler smiled. "We, uh, we're actually married."

"Really?" Richard asked, sounding surprised. "Her parents never said anything about that."

"Right, you know her parents," Chandler caught his mistake. "I always forget that."

"Guess that means you at least don't think of me as a father-type-figure anymore," Richard joked.

"Well, you'd need an awful lot of make-up to be anything like my father. Though, you're about the right height when he's wearing heels," Chandler trailed off, and Richard chuckled. "We, uh, we kind of got married in Vegas…haven't so much told people. I'm, uh, I'm not so sure why those were the first words out of my mouth to you," he confessed.

Richard smiled. "Because I'm her ex, and you wanted to let me know that you won."

"Pretty much," Chandler laughed.

"You know, you're a good guy. I always liked you."

Chandler smiled. "Thanks. I-I always liked you, too. Well, up until you broke Monica's heart, and then I kind of wanted to kick your ass."

Richard nodded, understanding. "I'm glad," he began slowly, "I'm glad, that if I didn't get to end up with her…that she ended up with you. I meant it. You're a really good guy."

"Thank you."

"Can I give you one piece of advice?" Richard asked, and off of Chandler's look, added, "I realize you've known her a hell of a lot longer than me, and, you probably don't need it, but," he took a deep breath, "don't let her go. Trust me."

Chandler shook his head. "Wasn't planning on it."

The two men continued to stare at one another, and it was Richard who broke the silence. "It was good to see you, Chandler," he patted him on the arm as he moved to walk away. "And congratulations," he added sincerely.

"Thank you," Chandler replied, also sincerely, watching Richard leave the store. After watching him leave, Chandler decided he had no interest in watching a movie and really just needed to get home to Monica.

So, he left, nearly running the couple of blocks to their building, and then up the stairs, slowing once he reached their floor. He smiled as he walked through the door of apartment 20 and headed straight to the couch, where Monica was seated. He set the bag of take-out food on the coffee table, dropping to his knees on the couch beside her as he kissed her, hard, Monica returning his affections. He wasn't sure what it was about his run-in with Richard, but it had left him with the need to get to her as soon as possible and kiss her.

"I love you," he mumbled as he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers.

"Love you, too," Monica smiled in reply. "Bad day?"

"Mm, more like interesting," he replied before kissing her again. He leaned back, pulling her on top of him as he lay down.

"Bet I can make it better," Monica whispered as her lips left his, sucking gently on his earlobe as his hands moved below her shirt.

"I think that's a bet I want to lose," Chandler mumbled in reply as she kissed her way down his chest and stomach, stopping to unfasten his belt.

"I'm telling you, Phoebs-"

Monica and Chandler both shot up on the couch at the sound of Ross and Phoebe entering.

Ross made a face. "Seriously, guys, how long is this going to last?"

"Just because you're mad at your relationship doesn't mean you have to take it out on them," Phoebe interjected, referring to the fact that he was currently complaining to her about Rachel and Mark.

"And, once again, you don't live here, so, you could knock," Chandler added.

Ross laughed stoically. "Yea, Mon, it would take about ten million dollars for me to date him, too."

Chandler looked at Ross, shocked.

"Your dad left you ten million dollars?" Phoebe asked in amazement.

"Dude!" Chandler looked at him disbelief. "I told you that in confidence!" he stood up, refastening his belt as he headed past them and out the door.

Monica shook her head, following after him. "Seriously, Ross?" she scolded her brother as she headed out the door and into apartment 19, figuring that's where Chandler had gone. She was right in her assuming, finding him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, facing away from the door.

Walking over to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. "You know that wasn't really about you, right? He's just mad at Rachel right now…."

"I know," Chandler turned to face her, returning her hug as he rested his chin on top of her head. "I ran into Richard."

"What? When?" Monica asked, pulling back slightly to look up at him.

"At the video store," Chandler explained.

"Did you talk to him?" Chandler nodded. "What did he say?"

"He, uh, he said…he said congratulations, and that, if he didn't get to end up with you, he was really glad that I did," Chandler smiled.

Monica smiled, realization setting in. "So, that's what that was about," she pointed towards the door. Chandler nodded.

"He told me I won."

"You did win."

Chandler grinned. "I never get to win…feels pretty good…."

"That's not your fault. You just spend a lot of time with me, and I win a lot."

"Sometimes…I let you win."

"You do not!"

"Do, too!"

"At what?"

Chandler shook his head. "Not telling you." He kissed the top of her head.

Monica folded her arms, shaking her head. "You don't let me win…."

Chandler laughed. "Yea, okay."

"Chandler, what do you let me win at?"

"Nothing, babe," he kissed her cheek. "Should we go eat our now cold Chinese food?" he moved towards the door.

"Chandler." He shook his head, holding the door open for her to follow him back across the hall. "Chandler, tell me what you let me win at," she whined, which only caused Chandler to laugh as the headed back across the hall. "Chandler, tell me. Now!" her whine turned to demand, only making Chandler laugh harder.

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Monica's need to know what Chandler let her win at had prompted a Game Night the following night with all six of them playing a plethora of games at Monica and Rachel's. Chandler, Joey, and Rachel were currently on the couch, Ross in the chair and Monica sitting on the ground as Phoebe took her turn in Pictionary.

"Seriously?" Monica motioned to the tablet, where Phoebe had drawn a string of seemingly incoherent shapes. "You guess Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from that?" she turned suddenly towards the couch as she stood up, grabbing a couple of empty plates from the coffee table to take to the kitchen.

Chandler ducked over-dramatically. "I love you and all, but, swear to god, if you throw an object at me, for a second time, while playing Pictionary, I will divorce you."

Monica set the plates down, at first crossing her arms in mock anger, before realizing the words that had come out of his mouth. Chandler's eyes went wide as he covered his mouth with his hand, realizing the same thing.

"What did he just say?" Rachel was the first to speak, motioning between the two.

"I didn't," Chandler shook his head.

"Are you two still married?" Phoebe asked excitedly.

Chandler shrugged at Monica, who nodded back at him. "Yea, we are," he grinned.

"Dude, you've been married for, like, two months?" Joey asked excitedly. "That's almost as long as Ross was married!"

"Hey! Carol and I were married a lot longer than that!" Ross defended himself. "But, I gave you the number of my divorce lawyer," he looked at Chandler.

Chandler shrugged. "I threw it away."

"Aw," Phoebe and Rachel said in unison.

"Why?" Ross asked.

"Because we didn't want to get divorced," Chandler replied, as if it should have been obvious.

"Aw, you guys!" Rachel stood up, going over to hug Monica.

"I can't believe you guys are married!" Phoebe exclaimed. "And millionaires!" she added. "And-and sitting around on a Saturday night playing Pictionary with us…."

"Yea, I would definitely go buy some new, more exciting friends with that much money," Rachel added with a laugh.

"Yea, no kidding, why are you guys still living here?" Joey asked. "And not even together?"

Monica and Chandler both shrugged, Monica finally replying for the both of them. "Because we like how things are."

"And we don't want to rush anything," Chandler added.

"Yet you got married in Vegas?" Ross asked. "That's not any kind of rushing?"

"In defense of that, we have known each other for a lot longer than most people know each other before they get married," Chandler replied.

"That's true," Phoebe nodded in agreement.

"So, this is for real?" Ross asked, looking at Chandler, who nodded. Ross finally smiled, shaking his head in disbelief. "So, we're like…brothers-in-law."

Chandler laughed. "Looks that way…."

"Dude," Ross stood up, moving to hug him. "Congratulations."

"Thanks."

"But, if you ever hurt her-"

Chandler shook his head. "Not gonna happen."

"But, if it does," Ross continued on. "I will kick your ass."

Chandler laughed. "Okay."

"What? I'm being serious…."

"Yea, okay," Chandler nodded.

"Can we get back to the game?" Monica asked.

"Seriously?" Rachel asked. "We find out you guys are married, and you just care about getting back to the game?"

"I may have admitted to sometimes letting her win, and it is now her mission to find out what I let her win at," Chandler whispered to Rachel.

"Gotcha," Rachel nodded, understanding, Monica glaring at the two.

"Yea, dude, you guys are married!" Joey agreed. "We should go celebrate or something!"

"Yes, drinks!" Rachel nodded. "Some place nice!"

"Chandler's treat!" Phoebe added, everyone else laughing at that.

Chandler shrugged, smiling at Monica from across the room, who returned it. Might as well celebrate now that their secret was out. "Sure, why not?"