A/N: This chapter was actually a lot of fun to write :-) And yes, I do know that Starbuckmeggie did a shower scene too - a really great one too - but I couldn't resist trying for one myself and just hope it's different enough from hers. At least I tried. If I didn't succeed, then I'm truly sorry. If I did – well, I hope you like it as much as I did. B.

PS: I just straightened out some typos. Sorry about that. If you find some more, please tell me.

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When they had climbed the stairs – still holding hands and stopping at every turn to kiss – and turned the corner to their apartments, the first thing they noticed was the light under the door and in the peephole of no. 19, telling them that Joey had returned. Monica's heart sank when she saw Chandler's scowl, but then he shrugged.

"Just a sec, let me check something …" and he opened the door to no. 19 and put his head in. For a moment he remained that way, listening intently, then he grinned and turned to Monica again.

"It's okay, they're in his room." He winked and Monica heaved a sigh of relief. "I'll just get my things."

"Won't they notice that you're not there?"

"Who, Joey? When he's in bed with a date? Nope." He took her by the shoulders and pecked a kiss on her cheek. She held him close and kissed him back, offering her mouth, thus lengthening the kiss considerably. When they drew apart again, both were breathing more heavily. Monica almost had to force herself away from him.

"Okay. I'm gonna take a shower. Would you like to join me?" She had meant to sound light and careless, but somehow it came out husky and constricted. She saw him gulp visibly and her breath caught.

"Mmmh … yeah, in a minute …" and with that he turned around and almost bolted into no. 19. Monica opened her door and turned on the light. When she hung up her coat she saw the blinking light on the answering machine that told her she had a message. She knew who it was even before she wound back the tape, and sure enough the message was from Ross. And her parents – that she hadn't foreseen.

"Monica? It's me, are you there? Monica … hello? No, Mom, she's not at home … no, I'm telling you, she's probably at work … okay ..." There were some diffuse sounds and then her mother came on the line. "Monica, why don't you pick up the phone? Monica? I hate talking to these things, you should know that …" Monica actually winced, then felt stupid and sighed. "Here, Jack, maybe you should try ..." And she heard her father protesting in the background and her brother arguing with them, then some other person intruded – probably someone waiting for their turns at the public telephones – and finally her brother came back on the line. "Actually we just wanted to tell you – yes, mom, I'm telling her, it's okay! – we're flying out tonight, and we'll arrive in New York at – what time will we arrive? What? No, that's can't be, it's too early – oh. Um. I guess, we'll arrive at 8 hours in the morning. Could you pick us up at the airport?" Monica rolled her eyes. "Yeah, see you then. Bye." "Bye Sweetie!" and then they hung up. Monica remained standing at the phone table and staring into space. She didn't notice Chandler coming in and gently closing the door, until he walked up and put his arms around her, making her start. He shushed her and kissed her neck, and she leaned against him gratefully. He had changed into his sleep things and brought a bottle of shower gel.

"Bad news?" he asked indicating the phone.

"In a way. Ross is coming home. And my parents. Their flight arrives at 8 in the morning and they want me to pick them up. Oh god, it'll take me hours to get there in the rush hour! Why do they need me there?"

"Shhsh. Then don't go."

"I can't do that."

"Yes, I know. Mmmmhh … um, em, about that shower?"

"Right, let's do it. What's that?"

"Just some soap, in case you've run out. I wanted to bring a towel too, but if I left that too, it might get noticed."

"You don't need to, I've got enough towels. They're much nicer than yours."

"Really? Not just the fancy ones? Yeah, you're right, I know."

Monica took off her shoes and they went into the bathroom, where she put Chandler's shower gel and her own plus her shampoo into the soap holder of the shower and turned on the water. Chandler had pulled his t-shirt over his head and stepped out of his pajama bottoms even before she got a chance to take off her clothes. He stood close to her and kissed and undressed her at the same time, her blouse first and then her pants, both of which he meekly laid across the chair at the washbasin after she'd silently dared him to leave them on the floor. She put her arms around him and waited patiently until he had figured out her bra, then put it on the chair too, while he squatted and drew down her panties. She held on to his shoulders while she stepped out of them and moaned when instead of getting up again he pressed his face against her mound and she felt first his hot breath and then his lips on her labia.

"Oh god … stop it … Chandler, no, the hot water'll run out …"

"Okay, okay …" and he did get up again, but rather slowly, and put in an extra stop at her breasts which he kissed and licked, one after the other. Monica's throat constricted and she felt herself getting wet.

When they finally got into the shower, the water was almost scalding and they had to adjust the temperature. Chandler took the shower head and rinsed her all over, holding it over her head so she could get her hair soaked thoroughly. Then in turn she directed the water at him, his chest, his belly and his legs, and when he turned around, his back and buttocks. He didn't need to wash his hair, since they had washed it at the hairdresser's, but she rinsed it anyway to get out the snips that were still lodged in it. Chandler turned around again and squeezed her shower gel into his hollow hands, then started to soap her all over, from her shoulders down her arms to her breasts and belly, letting his hands slide over her with languid circular movements that made her faint. When he put his arms around her and soaped her back and buttocks, it almost made her scream. While he got more soap, she started to shampoo her hair to distract herself. Instead of waiting for her, Chandler squatted and started to soap her legs, slowly and lovingly, sliding down on the outside and up on the inside, plus soaping and rinsing each foot with equal care. When he stood up again, he was breathing heavily and his penis was starting to swell and twitch. Wordlessly he put more soap in his hand and slid it, palm upwards, between her legs. Monica put one foot up on the rim of the bathtub and held on to his shoulders while he gently rubbed soap on her vulva and into her crack, sliding his fingertips along its length and teasing at her clit and entrance while she shuddered and trembled helplessly.

"Aaaahhh … aaahhhh … ooooohhh … ggoooooddd … don't stop …. Ah god … oh god, Chandler – aaahh … No, I can't …"

She felt herself tightening and stiffening as the desire built up, until she couldn't bear it any longer and drew back, pushing his hand away. He was breathing heavily and was now fully erect. She stared at him and swallowed heavily. Her clitoris was throbbing almost painfully and she felt weak in the knees.

"Your turn" she said hoarsely. He opened his mouth and shut it again, and wordlessly handed her his soap, stepping slightly away from the water. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled the unfamiliar opening (why were shower gel bottles for men always so complicated?) and squeezed the soap in her hand. She soaped his shoulders and chest first, working up a lather in his chest hair and catching his nipples lightly between her fingers, then pressed against him while she soaped his back and rubbed and slid her breasts against his chest at the same time. The way they slid and rubbed against his soapy slithery skin felt incredibly erotic and made them both gasp and moan. She put her foot up on the bathtub rim again to allow him to slide his slippery penis between her thighs just under her vulva and moaned loudly when it rubbed against her clit. He put his hands on each side of her, cupping her breasts and teasing the nipples with his thumbs while she slid her hands lower to the small of his back and his buttocks. When she rubbed soap into his crack he couldn't help twitching and he actually yelped when she slid her hand between his cheeks and thighs from behind and teased his testicles with her fingertips.

"Whoa … aww … haaahh … oh, that's enough …"

"I'm not finished …"

"Oh whoa … sweet Moses …"

She reloaded with soap and then attacked his lower belly, wriggling a fingertip in his navel and soaping the line of hair that went down from his chest over his stomach to his groin where it mingled with his pubic hair. Then she squatted and started on his legs and feet, soaping them down as he had with hers and leaving his groin area for last. Still squatting she got more soap and gently rubbed his penis between the palms of her hands, carefully teasing back the foreskin. It had begun to flag a little and now came to life again under her ministrations, twitching and throbbing. Chandler tried to keep her from soaping his testicles too, but she insisted. Then she couldn't resist and, with a mischievous grin, put the tip of his penis in her mouth and closed her lips around it, working her tongue slowly against its underside. Chandler stood stock still while she let it slide deeper and deeper into her mouth and just clenched his hands on her head and shoulders while she held on to his hips. For about half a minute he held still, then he started to tremble and pull back.

"Please, no, Monica … no, I can't take it … owww … No, stop it."

She wanted to go on, but then she noticed that the water was getting cooler and relented. Chandler pulled her up again and they pressed against each other and kissed deeply. They used the last of the warm water to rinse the rest of the soap on them and the remaining shampoo in Monica's hair, then shut off the water and scrambled out of the tub. The bathroom was so full of steam Monica had to open both the door and the window to let it out. They toweled each other and kissed again hungrily.

"Wow, Monica … that was incredible. Really. But you really didn't have to -"

"Shsh. I wanted to. You do so much for me, I want to do something for you to. Didn't you like it?"

"Of course I did. But …"

"What?"

"It just feels weird. I don't want to be the only one, I want to do something for you too."

"Okay … so how about some 69 stuff?"

He smiled blissfully. "Wow. Just the thing. You really want to do that?"

"Sure, why not? Just let me dry my hair."

"Wow." He took the towel and dried his feet and toes while she combed her hair out and started the blow dryer. When she looked at him again, he was just standing there, thinking.

"Have you done it before?" he asked and when she looked at him quizzically he added hastily: "I mean – I don't want to know with whom, just if you did –"

"Yeah. Actually twice. And you?"

"Well, once. But it didn't … well, it wasn't much good."

She smirked a little at that and smiled even wider when he blushed and pulled his t-shirt over his head to hide it. Oh my, how could he be so cute?

When her hair was reasonably dry, she got into her robe and straightened the shower curtain, then led the way out of the bathroom and to her bedroom. Chandler actually remembered to take his robe with him and he put it on the chair by the window while she removed the day throw from the bed. Then he came to her and they hugged and kissed deeply. Without taking his mouth from hers he loosened her robe and let it slide from her shoulders to the floor, then he stroked her bare back and buttocks and steered her urgently towards the bed. She helped him out of his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, then scooched backwards on the bed and turned on her side. He followed her and stretched out close to her and they cuddled and necked for a while.

"So how do you … I mean, do you want me on top or should we do it sideways –"

"I think it would be best if I was on top first. We can switch later."

"Okay." And he turned on his back resting his head against a pillow while she sat up and knelt over his head, then bent down until she was almost lying on his chest. He pressed his face between her legs and immediately pushed his tongue against her vulva and started licking it with short upwards strokes, while he supported her hips with his hands. It made her whimper and twitch helplessly on his chest, until she pulled herself together and stretched out, reaching for his legs. He drew up his knees and arched his back until her head came to just between his legs, and she grabbed his buttocks and took his penis into her mouth. It immediately hardened again and pressed against the roof of her mouth. Chandler's groan was muffled by her vulva and between his throbbing penis and the sensations from her clitoris she found it harder and harder to breathe. She pulled back and started to lick his penis from bottom to top, gently nipping at the tip with her teeth while he shook and pressed his legs together in his throes. When he slid first one and then two fingers inside her while continuing to lick her clit, she actually convulsed and screamed.

"Oooooohhh gggoooooddd, aaaahhhh, aaaahhh, oooohhh … ah, ah, Chandler, I … I … I can't … I .. please, I need …. Aaaaa, it's too much, sorry …"

He lifted his head away from her, panting loudly. "Right ... Me too … wait … no, just wait …hold on .." He scooched backwards until he could sit up behind her, then got on his knees and pulled her against him. She trembled and pressed her buttocks against his belly and then screamed and thrashed when he entered her almost roughly. At first he held her close to him, almost bent double over her back, then he straightened as his thrusts got harder and faster and held her by the hips. Monica climaxed first, screaming and clawing at the sheets, then sank down and pressed her face into the mattress. Chandler followed soon after and almost collapsed on her back. For a moment they remained hunched around each other, then they slowly disengaged and fell back, shaking and panting. Monica whimpered and reached for him blindly, and he pulled her to him until she came to lie on his chest, holding her tight and stroking her hair. Slowly they relaxed against each other and their panting stilled.

"Holy Moses … Monica, what was that?"

Her shoulders twitched as she giggled into his neck. "I truly don't know."

"Well, whatever it was, it was really awesome. We guess we should always take showers together from now on."

"Mercy! I don't think I could take that. Not without some more practice … I'm sorry we didn't get to finish with the 69 though."

"Aww. Don't be sorry, I think it was too much for me too."

"Really?"

"Yes. Definitely. Good thing we stopped, or I'd have blown a major blood vessel."

"Oh wow. We can't have that." She raised her head and looked at him. "But then that's the second time it didn't work for you."

"Oh, but it did. Believe me it did. From now on I want all my 69s like this."

She laughed and settled again on him, sighing contentedly.

"Me too."