Yay! I'm able to post as usual ;)

I'm very tired, and I feel hecking lonely in a foreign country, but at least I'm settled. And alive ;)

Thanks the Guest, who commented last chapter. And thanks to reveriemare who suggested an idea that extended the first part into two more parts ;) And, even if it looks like it's the end of this fic, I actually have two more small chapters! Yoo-ooh!

Monica looked up when Chandler entered. They smiled automatically at each other and met in the kitchen for a passionate kiss. Before long, she chuckled against his lips and he pulled back, pouting.

"You're supposed to laugh when I do something funny, that's a bit hurtful there."

She laughed, patting his chest. "I just remembered something."

"Was it something irresistibly funny that I said?" he grinned.

She patted him again, on the cheek this time. "You wish," she grinned, then walked to the couch. "I was talking to Joey and he said interesting things."

Chandler paled instantly and almost ran next to the couch. "What did he say?!"

"Oh, you know, we simply talked about some things... things that you two talked about a couple of days ago." He looked nervous and walked to the window. She chose to ignore his odd reaction. "'The best, but better'? That's a lot." She was trying not to smile – but failed – as she stood and walked to him.

"Oh," he said, looking down at her hands playing with his top. "Oh!" He seemed to relax. "Well, it's... huh... well."

She laughed at his babbling mess, and stepped closer. "So, is it true?"

She had been talking casually with Joey when they had started talking about Chandler and Monica's relationship. It had felt good, talking about her couple to one of her closest friends. Then he had slipped and told her about his discussion with Chandler. She knew nothing about how much Chandler loved her and wanted to tell her – initially, Joey had almost spilled the beans about this, but he had settled for another confession – but learning that she was the best sex Chandler had experienced, too, oddly felt really good. She understood why he had danced and beamed so ridiculously when he had learned that he was the best she'd ever had in bed. It was more flattering than she had expected.

"Of course it is," Chandler admitted, snapping her back to the present. He looked at her as if it were obvious. "I thought you knew."

"I didn't," she shook her head, kissing him.

"Well, you are. You're better than... some of my craziest dreams," he admitted, concentrating to think of things to compare her performance to.

"I am?" she asked, her cheeks hurting at how much she was smiling. Maybe she was blushing a bit, too. It amazed her how the simplest gesture and words from Chandler could now affect her.

"Yes," he whispered. "Mon', you're the most amazing thing that happened to me, and you're definitely the best sex I've ever had."

She was blushing, no doubt about it. He was so sweet while saying this. Before she knew it, she outwardly expressed her joy – one more thing she was the best at! The fact that her boyfriend had ranked her the best at sex was even more satisfying than simply winning.

He chuckled, smiling adorably, and she grinned as she thought of something. "Ever dreamed of doing it against the window?"

Chandler pretended to think about it, putting his index on his chin and his other hand on his hip, but he didn't even manage to hold it for long, muttering a "hell yeah," as he could barely breathe.

He reached for her top, quickly pushing it off her shoulders as her own hands moved by themselves, unbuttoning his pants. They briefly stopped moving to kiss passionately, then continued undressing the other as they kissed.

Chandler almost told her that he loved her that time. She was unbelievably hot, they were taking risks and could probably be seen, but it was way better than anything Chandler could have dreamed about. He was so high on desire and lost in lust that he couldn't manage much more than grunts and inarticulate sentences or words which he didn't even seem to finish.

In the end, he never got to tell her that he loved her the way he had planned to do it – not that it had been a great plan. Like the two previous times, he blurted it out without thinking, but strongly believing in the words. And she had said them back! It hadn't been the perfect setting – he had just kissed Phoebe and they were in front of almost everyone, for Christ's sake – but it was out, and it felt incredibly good. He made up for that first time by telling her again later, once they were alone. She looked as happy as he felt about it.