"I should probably go now," Monica sighed into the pillow.

Chandler cracked open a worried eye at her words, but smiled when he realized her own eyes were still firmly closed and she was making no effort to move. Satisfied, he closed his eyes again, tightening his arms around her waist, just in case she tried any attempt to escape.

A few contented moments passed them by. Silence as they just held each other. He was loving the feel of having her in his arms, in his bed. He was loving London.

"I really should go," she tried again, breaking him from his delightful musings.

He wasn't pleased at her words, but was pleased that her voice lacked any real conviction. She still didn't try to untangle from their embrace, which had to be a promising sign.

"Stay," he whispered as he placed a soft kiss to her soft lips, hearing her sigh happily. Taking that as encouragement, he pressed his lips a little firmer to hers, pleased when she responded, kissing him back. Pure bliss.

"I really need to leave," Monica broke the kiss and they both opened their eyes. "I have things I need to do before we head back to the airport and it's already past 8."

"I know," he murmured, still staring into those blue eyes, completely captivated by them; completely captivated by her.

Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling and her naked body was pressed against his. It was an image he never wanted to forget. Unable to resist he leaned forward and kissed her again, slightly harder this time. One of his hands left her back and came to stroke through her hair to hold her in place as he continued to kiss her.

"I need to check on Rachel," she protested, pulling back slightly, placing her hands on his bare chest. They burned. He was breathing heavily and was pleased to see she was doing the same. Just as affected by this as he was.

"Of course you do," he agreed, the hand on her back started to stroke up and down her spine and she shivered.

"And I need to see my parents before they leave."

"Oh absolutely," he pressed his lips firmly to hers again, needing to taste her.

The kiss fast became passionate and demanding. He felt the hands on his chest move to his neck and hair.

"I need to pack," she protested weakly, her eyes closed as she returned the kissed, pressing her body firmly against his as she melted a little more.

"Uh huh," he murmured against her lips.

"And I need a shower," she continued, her hands caressing him and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Hmmm," he tried to respond, getting too caught up in their make-out session and the feelings she was evoking to pay much attention to her arguments.

"And there may be a queue at the front desk to check out," she gasped as his hands roamed her body. Exploring the feel of her smooth skin.

"Hmmm," he agreed, moving to kiss her neck.

She groaned and at that moment he knew he'd won.

"I guess it can wait for a little while longer," she conceded.

"Most definitely," he agreed smiling against her skin. He liked winning. Liked it very much if she was the prize.

Without warning, he rolled them over quickly, kissing her harder. He loved the feel of her petite body beneath him.

The real world could definitely wait for a little while longer...

Chandler took a deep breath as he knocked on the hotel door in front of him. It was opened seconds later.

"Emily?"

"Not quite, I left my vagina back in New York," he tried to joke as Ross rolled his eyes and let him into his lonely honeymoon suite. "I, uh, take it you still haven't heard from her?"

"No," Ross sighed heavily. "I've been trying to call her all night. I tried going round there but her parents wouldn't let me in. They won't even tell me if she's in there."

"I'm sorry," Chandler offered, not really knowing what else to say.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Ross asked taking a seat on the couch, Chandler joined him.

"I wanted to see how you were doing and apologize…for bailing on you yesterday," he admitted uncomfortably. "I, uh, wasn't doing too well, but I should have been there for you..."

"Nah, it's fine," Ross offered a half smile. "You looked like hell…I'm surprised you made it through the actual ceremony."

"Well, it was too entertaining to miss," he quipped lightly.

Ross nodded, reluctantly accepting he was going to be the butt of some future jokes. He ran a hand through his over-gelled hair, making it look even worse than it already did, "I still can't believe I've screwed this up already," he sighed. "I can't believe I actually said the wrong name. Who does that? At their wedding?"

"Hey," Chandler put a hand on his shoulder. "You made a mistake, you're human man."

"Some mistake," Ross scoffed, shaking his head. "You know, when I woke up this morning I thought it was all a dream…until it all came flooding back to me."

They stayed in silence for a moment and Chandler tried to not think about how he'd woken up this morning. How happy he'd been that yesterday hadn't been a dream. That she actually wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her. That he'd spent the whole night with her and had woken up beside her. That he'd made love to her...that it had been so damn good.

He felt Ross turn towards him and could feel his gaze on him. He was studying him and Chandler didn't like it.

"You certainly seem a lot better," Ross commented curiously.

Chandler panicked, swallowing hard, he quickly wiped what he was sure was a goofy smile from his face. He tried pulling off what he hoped was a more neutral innocent expression; as Ross continued to narrow his eyes at him he realized he was failing badly. Crap.

"I am," he finally agreed carefully, praying his friend wouldn't try and delve any deeper.

"A lot lot better," Ross frowned not hearing or answering Chandler's prayers. He could practically see the cogs turning in Ross' head as he did the math. Double crap. "My god, did you actually hook up with somebody at my wedding?"

Triple crap. How did he get into these situations? He'd only wanted to check on his friend. To make the effort to see that he was alright and this was how karma repaid him. Just great.

"I, um," Chandler wet his lips desperately, as much as he'd love to have Ross' approval and didn't want to keep any secrets from him, he knew now wasn't the time. The man was possibly facing his second divorce on his second day of being married. He didn't need to be told that Chandler had hooked up with his little sister, "maybe, but…."

"Wow," Ross blinked in surprised, before shrugging slightly. "Well, just don't expect me to be too happy for you right now, ok?"

"Sure," Chandler agreed instantly. More than happy with that deal.

There was a silence for the moment and Chandler wondered if he was going to drop it. He wasn't.

"I just can't believe you had more sex than I did on my wedding night," he commented sarcastically.

"Let's not focus on that," Chandler winced. He figured pointing out to Ross that it was this morning and not last night wouldn't help. Especially, if he ever learnt who he'd been with.

Thankfully, he was saved by the bell…well the door. Ross sprung up and dashed for it and Chandler slowly stood relieved that the conversation was over. He didn't know exactly when they'd tell Ross, probably soon as the others knew but not right now. Definitely not now.

"Emily? Oh, hey," he heard Ross greet disappointedly, before fully opening the door to reveal Monica.

As she walked in he swallowed and their eyes met. Memories of making love to her from just a couple of hours ago still fresh in his mind. The way she'd felt beneath him, her sighs of pleasure, her kisses. God, she drove him crazy. She looked caught in the same spell, the same memories, as her eyes shown brightly and a delicious smile curved on her delicious lips. She was beautiful. He wished he could kiss her, really wished he could.

"My sister?!"

They broke their gaze quickly and turned to an incredulous Ross.

Uh oh.

"Um…" Chandler desperately tried to think of something to say.

"Seriously?" He whined.

"I…"

"God," Ross muttered, "I know it's tradition for the best man to hook up with the bridesmaid, but if anyone was gonna, I would have thought that Joey would-"

"Please don't finish that sentence," Monica begged, shooting Chandler a quick glance. "Look, it's not some drunken thing, it's more than that, ok? We're starting a relationship and we're both adults. You know Chandler's a good guy and you know I'm more than capable of choosing my own boyfriends."

Chandler couldn't help but beam proudly at her words.

"More importantly," she continued, "you have bigger things to worry about right now. Your own relationship for starters. Focus on that, not us."

Ross continued to look at her a moment then his eyes looked back to Chandler. Chandler'snwidened and he swallowed but he remained silent, letting Ross scrutinize him for a moment.

"Fine," Ross finally muttered, sitting back on the large couch dejected. "I guess you're right. I have more important things to be worried about but still..."

"Any news on Emily?" Monica asked joining her brother on the couch, putting a hand on his arm as she redirected the conversation.

"No, none," Ross shook his head. "Why is she doing this? Ignoring me? I mean, we could have stopped the wedding or gone outside to talk or I dunno something. To marry me and then run out of the bathroom window and refuse to talk to me…I know she's angry but what does she expect me to do? I can't take it back, I said what I said."

They nodded silently in agreement.

"Am I meant to stay here in England," he continued, "until she talks to me? Am I meant to go home and wait? Am I meant to go to Greece?"

"Greece?" Chandler asked confused. "Why the hell would you go to Greece?"

"Uh, my honeymoon," Ross replied slightly pissed.

Opps.

"Oh. Right." Chandler should really have paid more attention to his friend's wedding plans.

"There's still time," Monica cut in, taking the focus off of Chandler, he flashed her a smile of gratitude. "She's just angry, she needs time."

"I'd give her time," Ross promised to his sister, "if that what she wants but she needs to tell me."

Chandler grimaced. He hated seeing Ross so depressed, it was bringing back memories of his divorce with Carol and whilst the two had remained amicable because of Ben, Ross had gone to a dark and miserable place back then. It had been hard to watch.

"I know," Monica sighed, rubbing Ross' arm slightly. Chandler wondered if she was also remembering that period in their lives.

Ross nodded but remained silent.

Chandler guessed there wasn't much more any of them could say or do. It wasn't Monica that Ross wanted to or needed to talk to.

It was that moment the door opened and all three heads turned.

"Emily!" Ross exclaimed obviously ecstatic.

"Ross."

It didn't look like Emily was as pleased to see him. Chandler swallowed awkwardly as a tense silence settled over them.

"We better…" Chandler gestured towards the door.

"Yeah," Monica agreed quickly, grabbing his arm and the two of them retreated out into the hallway, closing the door to the not so happy honeymoon suite.

They hovered uncertainly outside.

"That didn't look too good," Chandler ventured with a wince before studying her. She looked upset and Chandler knew she was worried for her brother, hell, he was too, "are you ok?"

She shrugged.

"Hey," he stepped forward and pulled her in for a gentle hug. "It's gonna be ok," he promised. "Whatever happens he'll get through it, he'll be ok. We'll look after him."

"I know," she nodded into his chest. "Can we wait here though? In case he needs us?"

"Sure," he placed a kiss on the top of her head before pulling back.

Figuring they were in for a long wait he settled on the carpeted floor and tugged her down to join him. His arm went around her shoulders as he pulled her into his side. They were both packed and it was a while before they had to be at the airport.

They stayed that way in silence for a while. They couldn't hear any sounds from inside and Chandler briefly wondered if the honeymoon suite had some sort of soundproofing…for different reasons.

"At least he didn't get mad about 'us'," Chandler commented, trying to take her mind to a better place. "I had visions of him punching me or something."

She smiled and he was a little pleased it was because of him.

"I guess we aren't being the most subtle," she joked, "I mean Ross isn't exactly known for his observational skills. If he managed to work it out from just a look we must be pretty obvious."

He glanced down at her, his fingers caressing her arms soothingly.

"I'm ok with that," he grinned, "I'm happy for a change, I'm not going to try and hide it."

To be honest he doubted he would be able to hide it. He was dating Monica. Actually dating her.

"I'm happy too," she agreed smiling at him for moment, before it gradually faded, "I'm just worried about Ross."

"I know," Chandler promised with a sigh, tightening his arm around her protectively. "I am too, but we can't do much apart from wait right now."

They sat in silence for a while more. Each trying to avoid thinking about what could be happening inside the suite behind them.

"I hate waiting," Monica complained quietly.

"I know a way to pass the time," Chandler quipped wiggling his eyebrows to make it clear what he meant. He wanted to do anything he could to try and cheer her up; to take her mind off her brother and his troubled marriage.

"Chandler!"

He chuckled at her respone, shuffling slightly to face her. A hand running through her soft hair, glad that she had it down, framing her face.

"I just meant a little make-out session," he commented. "We're not exactly in the most private place. I wasn't gonna suggest humping in the hallway."

She laughed and again he was pleased he could lighten her mood, however briefly.

"Humping in the hallway?" she chuckled leaning in to place a quick kiss on his lips, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "Why does that sound familiar?"

"Well…" he grinned stealing another kiss from her, "it may feature in Joey's video collection."

She giggled, kissing him again. As she tried to pull away slightly, he protested and followed her, deepening the kiss.

"Aw, look at you two," Rachel commented causing them to pull back embarrassed. "It's enough to make you wanna vomit."

"Hey Rachel," Chandler greeted with an amused smile. He was pretty sure the comment was just because she wasn't the happiest with her own love life just now. At least, he hoped that was the reason. He planned on kissing Monica a lot in the future and certainly didn't want those kinda comments every time he did.

"What are you guys doing out here?" she asked with a frown. "Is Ross ok?"

"He's, uh, in there with Emily," Monica winced, hating to be the one that broke this to her roommate.

"Oh," she seemed surprised. "Well, I guess that's good news right?" she tried to sound cheerful. "At least he's found his wife."

Chandler winced and let Monica untangle from him so she could offer her friend a hug. He watched them and sighed. He still felt really bad for what Rachel was going through. It just didn't seem to end.

"Wanna wait with us?" Monica gestured to the floor and she nodded.

Rachel settled on the opposite wall, facing Chandler, pulling her knees up and hugging them. She rested her head against the wall and looked deep in thought. Chandler was a little grateful though, when Monica settled down back beside him, automatically his arm went over her shoulders in silent support.

A silence filled the corridor as the three each contemplated the dramas of this weekend.

"Hey guys!" They looked up as Joey came bouncing down the hallway, a big grin on his face. "What's going on? Am I missing something?" He asked, sensing the drama.

"Ross is in there with Emily," Chandler informed him.

"Oh right," Joey nodded before sitting next to Rachel.

It was then Chandler noticed he was eating something which looked suspiciously like a piece of random bacon. He wasn't the only one to notice.

"What the hell are you eating?" Rachel asked, her tone not amused.

"Bacon," he shrugged happily, "I grabbed it off the buffet cart when I realized none of you were at breakfast."

"But that's meat, Joey," Monica pointed out. "What about Phoebe?"

"She said I could," he shrugged easily.

"What? When?" Monica asked and Chandler wondered if she was worried by her phone bill again.

"This morning," he informed her. "She said she wasn't craving meat anymore, so when I asked if I could eat it again, she said I could because I was the most well-behaved person this weekend. Yeah me!"

Chandler wrinkled his nose up as Joey took another bite of the bacon, ripping off a piece with his teeth. It wasn't pleasant.

"Did Phoebe say anything else? Is she ok?"

"Yeah she's fine, she phoned to say my agent called I've got an audition tomorrow and guess what the part is?"

He was so excited that even Rachel looked a little happier and Chandler sent a silent thanks to his roommate for unknowingly lightening the mood.

"Are they giving you a second chance at being a butt-double?" he asked innocently. Joey glared at him as Monica chuckled. He rewarded her with a peck on the top of her head.

"Noooo, but it is in a movie."

"Wow, a real movie?" Rachel asked. "Like with film stars?"

"Uh huh."

Chandler raised his eyebrows impressed, pleased things were working out for his friend

"So what's the part?" Monica asked.

"A London cab driver, called Angus. How cool is that? I'm in London right now! I've been in a black cab this weekend. This is so meant to be. It's fate." He said that last bit in weird fake British accent and Chandler screwed his nose up.

"You may want to work on that accent, Joe," he pointed out. "Maybe try speaking with some more British people while you're here."

"Yes!" Joey nodded excited, snapping his fingers and pointing at him. "That's a genius plan."

"Well I try," Chandler joked.

A silence settled over them again.

"So, how long has Emily been in there?" Joey asked looking towards the door. "Should I go check on him?"

"No, give them space," Monica insisted, checking her wristwatch. "They've been in there almost an hour."

"We've just gotta wait to see the outcome," Rachel murmured, that sad look on her face again.

Joey put his arm around her, seemingly understanding her sadness. Chandler look down at Monica in his arms, she had that sad look on her face too. It was all so horrible and he hated it. He hugged her closer and brushed a kiss in her hair determined to do whatever he could to make this easier for her.

Silently the four friends sat in the hallway, comforting each other and readying themselves to comfort another.

TBC...

Thanks again for all the reviews! It took a little longer to update as I was at an actual London wedding this weekend. The groom managed to say the right name. Yeh!

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