Rachel is getting divorced. I never actually believed this day might come, but it's here. Getting so close with her, finding out my feelings for her were mutual, getting to kiss her again and again and again was what I thought it becoming a reality felt like. But it's not even close to this feeling, the feeling that this could be real and we could tell people and maybe one day we would get really serious. I would be introduced to Ross and her daughter Emma and then we could have more children on our own and all grow up in a big, beautiful house.

My never ending, blissful thoughts are snapped shut when Ross appears behind Rachel. My blood turns cold for a second. He reaches his hand out to me.

"Hey, you must be Joey Tribbiani, the star right? How are you, I'm Ross," he introduces himself to me. I stare down at his hand. I quickly reach out my own hand before he starts to wonder what the delay is for. I shake his hand as I look up at him. This is the man I'm taking a wife away from. I feel so awful I want to die. Until he lets go of my hand, smiles at Rachel and just walks away. Rachel looks back at me. A second ago I was too miserable to go through with our new relationship; I wanted to forget it all and tell her I couldn't be responsible for destroying a marriage. But looking at her now, I realize I had nothing to do with it. She wasn't happy, how could she have been completely, positively happy if she could fall in love with someone else? She told me herself she wasn't happy with Ross anymore. I feel better now.

"Are you okay?" Rachel suddenly questions me. I guess my face is pretty misplaced with everything that just went on in my head.

"Yeah… I'm great," I say. She smiles at me and I smile back.

"When can we start?"

"What?" she asks.

"When will it be official?"

"The divorce?" she tries to clarify again.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Whenever we sign the papers."

For the first time ever I take her hands in mine and caress them lightly.

"Do you want to do this for real?" I ask her.

She smiles at me and narrows her eyes.

"You know I was actually thinking of playing the field for a bit."

I chuckle quietly at that.

"Well, then I guess I'll have some competition."

Her face suddenly turns serious.

"You would wait for me?" she questions me honestly.

"No," I tell her and this confuses her more. "Because I wouldn't let you go in the first place," I finish. She smiles calmly again.

"You know no one else here knows," she secretly smiles.

I let her hands go.

"Then I guess I can't kiss you now."

She shakes her head at me, biting her lip.

"Nope, but you can Friday."

"What's Friday?"

"Our first date."

After that dance, Rachel and I avoided each other for the sake of the last few days of her marriage. She danced with Ross and they spoke to a lot of people. I kept to myself; it didn't matter now because she was finally mine.

The next day I waited for a call, figuring she would set up that first date with me. I've never wanted a girl to call so much. I never watched my phone for so long. Finally, I'm too restless to sit around and do nothing. I pick up my phone and dial her number. I wait before pressing the send button, is calling her first going to look too needy? Maybe I should wait another day, but who knows when the date will be, I may have to wait a week or a month! I'm about to press send when there is a knock at my door. I erase the numbers and put my phone down. I open the door. It's Rachel. I instantly smile.

"What are you doing here?" I ask her, beaming.

"Can I come in?" she smirks at me. I immediately step to the side and let her walk in, closing the door behind her. I face her again and wait for her real response. I think I'm smiling too much; she starts laughing under her breath at me. I must look like a giddy fool. I bite my smile back and wait some more. Well, I look serious enough now so what is she waiting for? Then I think of all the times I have just stood still, watching her, wondering what was happening. Always trying to anticipate what she would do next, but it was always the same. And so I decide to take the responsibility on and make her routinely move myself. I walk right up to her and kiss her. Clearly, it's exactly what she was waiting for because her hands fall on my neck and she's pulling us closer together. We sit down on the couch without breaking the kiss. Instinctively, after a few minutes, my hand finds her thigh and slowly starts making it's way up as I always do. It's not until I reach the waistband of her pants do I realize she never stopped me. I break away from her lips and look at my hand.

"You weren't expecting this?" she questions me with a hint of a laugh.

I look up at her understanding now.

"The papers were signed?"

She nods her head yes at me, really meaning a green light for us. I feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I hope she can't hear it. I lick my suddenly dry lips quickly.

"I guess I should have known," I tell her.

"Yes, you should have," she says and grabs me close again, continuing our kiss.

"You know what we should stop," she suddenly says. What? I think to myself as my eyebrows knit together.

"And move this to the bedroom?" she smiles innocently at me. I stand up and lead her there. I open the door to my bedroom and she runs in like a child and plops on my bed. She rearranges herself into a seductive pose now and motions me to come closer. I grin at her and make my way over. I lean over her and kiss her again and again and again. I've never gone so slowly once a girl and I are literally on the bed. Normally, she'd be naked already, but I just keep kissing her and letting my hands roam all over her body. She breaks this pattern when she sits up. I sit up next to her, so I'm still not even on top of her yet.

She doesn't speak and just begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. She pulls it off of me. She takes a second to look me over and then begins to unbutton her own shirt. I watch, completely fixed on her every move. Her shirt is off now and her black bra is staring me in the eyes. She looks at me now as her other hand reaches to the back of her bra. She's almost asking me with her eyes if she should keep going, but it's more like playing a cruel, unfair game with me. Still, I wait as she finally removes her bra and her flawless breasts are exposed. I just stare at them and she lets me. There is so much building arousal inside of me now that it's no wonder in a second I literally pounce on her. It's a whole new game now, I'm not patiently kissing and touching her, I'm assaulting her lips and skin with forceful kisses and pushing my body urgently against hers.

Waiting for her has felt like ages, I've never waited for a girl period, so this experience was beyond familiar to me. I guess she was feeling it too though because soon she becomes just as aggressive and neither of us is being gentle. I'm sucking on her neck as she unbuckles my pants. She tries pushing them down as much as she can, but have to pause her efforts when I starts to explore her breast with my mouth. She throws her head back and enjoys the pleasure I'm provoking. When I'm down with both breasts and am satisfied with all the soft moans she displayed from my work, I continue down to her stomach, but she sits up interrupting this task. Therefore, I start to pull back with her, but as I'm coming up she sticks her hand down my open pants. As she's fondling with the goods she kisses me, so I can barely breathe through this whole process.

Soon enough I can't take another minute of anything. I push her away even though everything she's doing feels way too good. I pull my pants off and see she has done the same.

"Take them off," she says to me, indicating my boxers. I give her a kidding smirk, but I don't have any time for games I would usually take part in. I hastily strip them off. She goes to examine me, but I don't give her anytime and slid her panties off. She happily allows my disregarding behavior. After they are off I smooth my hands over her skin and journey all the way from her thighs to her breasts, as I rest my body over her while doing this.

"Ready?" I breathe out. She nods at me and I enter her. She lets out a happy moan just from this. I'm so turned on; I'm concerned at how long I'll be able to last. This fear slows me down at first as I move steadily. But the sounds that she's making and her hands ruffling through my hair and scuffing down my neck and the sole feeling of being inside of her is getting to be too much. I lean down and kiss her on the lips hoping most of her needs are taking care of. Thankfully, right after the kiss she deepens fingers into my shoulders, having her nails dig into me. I was going to give in at this point anyway and with this move there's no way I'm not, but I hope it was a sign she was ready too. Either way I'm speeding up at a rapid pace until I'm thrusting into her and she's moaning my name. Everything she does just makes me lose control. I feel her body tightening and I'm glad she orgasms right before I finally finish. A loud grunt comes out of me as I fall onto her, both of us breathing heavily. I lay next to her trying to catch my breath.

I can't breathe longer than her, I think it's because I'm still full of emotions that this finally happened. She turns to me and starts to caress my chest. Then, she kisses it, feeling my chest still expanding with each breath.

"Sorry," I say embarrassed.

"For what?"

"I- for you know not being…" I touch my chest trying to find words to make this silly apologize. There was nothing to apologize for I realized, I was just embarrassed that she took this much out of me. I take a final deep breath. "Nothing," I finally say. She smiles at me and starts to gently play with my hair.

"You know what?" she speaks tenderly to me.

"What?"

"I still didn't know how I would feel right now. I mean I know I got a divorced and I wanted to be with you and I wanted to do all that, but I still thought, what if I'm still unhappy."

I look sadly at her because I thought it went so well.

"But I am," she tells me and I breathe a sigh of relief. She giggles at that. "I guess some things just aren't meant to be, but I still have my family. I will always be there for them, but now I have you too. That's the best part."

I face her and smile at her. I tell her something I've never said honestly to a girl before.

"I'm not going anywhere." And I reach my arm around her and pull her closer to me. She snuggles into my chest.

I could lay like this forever.