I smile into Chandler's mouth as he kisses me, his hands gripping my thighs, helping me move on top of him. My fingers dig into his shoulders, ripples of pleasure running through every part of my body.

I sit up a moment later, rocking my hips back and forth against him, my head falling back, my eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Ohhh. Ohhhhhh, God. Chandler. Oh, Chandler. Yes yes yes."

I feel his hands slide up my sides, his fingertips surprisingly delicate at the moment.

"Monica," he whispers, and I open my eyes, looking down at him. He smiles at me shakily, his forehead damp from exertion. "I love you."

My heart flutters like crazy, happy butterflies dance in my stomach; he loves me.

He loves me.

Every time I think about that, I feel like laughing and crying at the same time.

Chandler's in love with me. Nothing has ever made me happier than hearing him tell me that. Except maybe the second time he told me. And then the third time.

I definitely feel happier every time he says it. It's the most amazing thing in the world.

I grab at his forearms, giving him a little pull, and he sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist, his face pressed against my chest, happy noises falling out of his mouth.

We spent a good portion of the night doing this. Maybe it's a cliché to celebrate "I love you" with sex, but the need to physically express everything I feel for him is almost overpowering. I feel like I never want to leave his side. And it's not like we've been doing nothing but having sex all night—we've done a lot of talking, and cuddling, and holding, and a bit of sleeping here and there. It's all been wonderful, though.

The sweetest part of all may be that Chandler's been saying "make love" this whole time instead of just "sex." My wonderful, sensitive, sweet, loving, commitment-phobe boyfriend has been thoroughly, completely making love to me all night long.

It's been beautiful.

It's also been a relief to finally just be able to say, "I love you," at any given moment and not be worried that I'll scare him off. He hasn't been able to stop saying it, either.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by his lips on my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.

Nothing has ever felt like this. Sex with him has always been amazing, but now that we've added love to the mix…it's just beyond anything else I've ever felt.

"I love you," I moan, pushing myself against him a little harder, moving my hips in small, quick circles. My head feels swirly from the intensity of it all. He drags my lips to his, kissing me deeply, making me shudder.

In a move I didn't know he could pull off, he flips me onto my back so that he's now hovering over me, his body never leaving mine. Without missing a beat, he starts driving into me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Part of me never wants this to end. God, it feels so good.

He slows down for just a few moments, taking long, deep strokes in and out of me, and I swear I don't know what feels better.

He speeds up again, and suddenly, I'm right there. I don't know how he does it, but I'm not complaining. My hips start to push up against him faster, racing toward my release. "Yes, baby, yeeeeessss," I groan, and just as I feel my orgasm start to take hold, he grabs my hips, pressing me into the mattress so I can't move. My body fights him, trying to create friction, and I feel dizzy as my brain tries to figure out what to do.

He stares at me for a couple of seconds, not moving; I can see him swallow, his chest moving, and he drops down onto me, our chests pressed firmly together, his hips hammering into mine and a second later, I'm wailing, clawing at his back, my hips still trying to move against him, his hands holding me still; he's completely in control of my orgasm and it's insanely intense.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" My legs wrap around his waist, holding him tight against me, and he can only make tiny, powerful thrusts. His fingers dig into my hips as I feel his body shaking. He goes tense for just a second before he groans into my neck. We move against each other as best as our restricted movement will allow, and I feel wave after wave of pure passion washing over me.

His hands release my hips and I push myself into him harder a few more times. "Jesus," he grunts as he tries to match my thrusts before his movements slow. My legs unravel from his waist, dropping bonelessly beside him, and we move against each other gently for a couple of minutes.

"Oh, God," he says softly. "What a way to start the day."

I giggle, wrapping my arms around him, angling my face to kiss him. "Good morning indeed."

He smiles against my lips, sighing happily. "What time is it?"

I peek over his shoulder for second. "After six."

His body freezes for a moment, and starts to pull away from me in a panic. I grab onto his arms and wait. A few moments later, he looks down at me in wonder, settling against me once more. "Rachel knows about us. I don't have to rush out."

I shake my head slowly, feeling the same sense of wonder fill me. "Nope. She knows you're my boyfriend. It's okay. The only thing you'll have to do is sneak in past Ross."

He groans, burying his face in my neck. "We need to figure out how to tell him about us, and soon."

I nod in agreement, stroking his hair, but for the moment, I'm drawing a blank as to how to do that without causing physical harm to someone. I grab the edge of a blanket, pulling it over us just a little, even though I know he needs to get up soon.

He traces lazy patterns on my shoulder. "Do you know how much I love you?" he asks suddenly.

I feel a grin nearly split my face in half. "How much do you love me?"

"No, I'm asking you; do you have any idea how much I love you? Because I have no clue."

I smack his arm even as I laugh. "You love me a whole lot."

"Yeah, that's probably true."

"No, it's definitely true. You love me…to the moon and back."

"More than that, I think."

I feel my heart thump erratically. "To the sun and back?"

"Yeah, maybe. But probably I love you around the universe and back." He lifts his head from my neck, smiling at me sweetly. "A few times."

I've managed to keep the steady stream of happy tears that have been leaking out of me lately at bay all morning, but that does me in. "Me, too," I whisper, feeling tears slip down the sides of my face.

He kisses me gently, my hand coming up to stroke his face, and my heart feels like it could burst it has so much love in it.

He sighs and presses his forehead against mine. "I should probably get up anyway."

I nod sadly, even though I know it's true. He peels himself off of me, and I feel incredibly empty for a few seconds. I turn on my side and pull the blanket over my cold flesh, and watch him walk over to my underwear drawer. He holds out a pair for me and I nod, then he pulls out a pair of boxers for himself, along with a t-shirt. I suddenly wish he had more of his stuff over here, but I bite my tongue. We love each other, but it still might be rushing it a bit for him to tell him to bring more clothes over.

I watch him pull on his clothes and sit up with a sigh; I can't help but feel sad that this perfect, wonderful night is over, and that we have to go back to reality. But I guess reality's a little bit brighter today; I can be with Chandler as my boyfriend in front of my friends.

Smiling, I stand up and stretch—my body is probably going to be all kinds of sore today. I bend down and grab Chandler's shirt from yesterday off the ground, slipping it over my head, and his smell washes over me like a wave. I turn to see him holding out my underwear for me, his mouth hanging open a little.

"What?" I ask, plucking the panties out of his hand, stepping into them carefully.

"Do you have any idea how hot it is when you wear my clothes?"

I scrunch my nose up as I smile. "Really?"

"Oh, my God. It might be the sexiest thing in the world."

I unroll the sleeves of his shirt, tugging them down over my hands. "What's so hot about it?"

I swear his pupils dilate; his breathing definitely gets a little labored. "I think it's the intimacy of it. Plus, you look really tiny right now, and I'm sorry if this sounds Cro-Magnon of me, and I know you certainly don't need it, but it makes me feel like you need protecting."

I can't help but feel a little rush knowing that he wants to protect me. I step over to him, standing on tiptoe and wrap my arms around his neck. "Anything else?"

He swallows heavily, his hands gripping my waist gently. "Easy access. I can just reach right under and you're there, all curves and soft skin…"

I love "in love" Chandler. He suddenly has no trouble telling me all this wonderful stuff that he likes about me, or how I make him happy, and it's incredible. "You wanna know why I like wearing your clothes?" I ask softly, bringing my lips close to his, and he just nods; his hands tighten against my waist. "Because they smell like you." He groans, his lips crashing against mine. I slide my hand through his hair, scratching my nails against his scalp.

"We can't start this again, Mon," he mumbles around our lips.

"I know," I answer, stretching myself up even higher, pressing myself against him.

"Tonight?"

"Mmmmm. Oh—wait." I drop down back to my feet. "I have to work tonight. By the time you get off work, I'll already be at the restaurant."

"So, I'll wait up for you. I'll come over after Ross goes to sleep so we can spend some time together."

I smile and hug him. "You're the best boyfriend in the world. I love you."

He squeezes me for a moment, kissing the side of my head. "I love you, too."

Reluctantly, I untangle myself from him and open my bedroom door. I stop short when I see Rachel sitting on the couch, still in her pajamas, a weird look on her face. "Hey, Rache," I say, trying to sound casual as Chandler bumps into me. I feel him tense for a moment, his first instinct to hide or deny everything.

Very casually, though, he says, "Good morning, Rache," and nudges me forward. I tangle my fingers with his, leading him over to the bathroom. I dig through one of the drawers in the little storage table, pulling out a new toothbrush triumphantly.

"So we don't have to share anymore," I tell him, and he grins as he takes it from me.

"I get my own toothbrush now?"

"Definitely." Anything to encourage him to spend the night with me.

"I'll be out in a minute," he whispers, leaning down to kiss me. A minute later, he disappears behind the door. I twist the sleeves of his shirt around my hands, grinning stupidly, and turn toward the kitchen, jumping when I see Rachel staring at me. I'd forgotten she was even there.

"Uh…hey, Rache. Sleep all right?"

"Well, no, not really. You?" She stands up, following me into the kitchen. "Did you sleep all right?"

I grab the coffee pot, filling it with water as I bite my lip. "I did. I slept very well."

"Really? Because it sounded like you didn't sleep at all."

I can't even feel embarrassed that she heard us. I pour the water in the coffee maker, still grinning from ear to ear. "I guess we got a little carried away," I say, as casually as I possibly can.

"'Carried away'? Monica—"

"Before you can finish that thought," I interrupt, holding up a hand to her. "Might I remind you that I had to listen to you go at it with my brother for a year?"

Her mouth snaps shut instantly. "Fine. But can I say one thing before I let all of this drop for now?"

I sigh, rolling my eyes. "What?"

I'm shocked when her arms wrap around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm so happy for you," she whispers, her voice tight. I hug her back, grinning against her shoulder.

"Thanks, Rache."

"And you're happy, right?"

"So, so happy." I squeeze my arms around her for a second. "I've never been happier in my life."

She clears her throat and pulls away. "So…what're you making for breakfast?"

I just shake my head, grabbing a couple of boxes of cereal off the shelf and plopping them on the table. "Done."

She gives me a look, so I grab a couple of bowls, spoons, and the carton of milk. I know she's angling for something more substantial, but at the moment, I'm too happy to eat.

The apartment door flies open and Joey pokes his head in. "Hey. Where's Chandler?"

"Brushing his teeth—why?"

Chandler pokes his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in his mouth. "Wha?" he mumbles.

"Ross just left. Said he was gonna go grab the paper and stuff."

Chandler disappears back into the bathroom, rinsing his mouth out. A moment later, he walks into the kitchen, sliding his arm around my shoulders. "I'm gonna go shower and change. I'll be back in a few minutes." He leans down to kiss me, but we both pause when we see Rachel and Joey staring at us. Simultaneously, we sigh and step into the hall. I stand on tiptoes again, taking his face in my hands. He gently grabs my hips, pulling me closer, kissing me softly. "It's still a little weird being 'out' in front of them."

I nod, pressing my forehead against his chin. "Is it too much to say that I'll miss you?" I ask quietly.

"It's just a couple of minutes. You won't have to miss me for too long."

I smile, kissing him again. "Thank you."

He swats at me, giving me a gentle push back to my apartment. "You're going to get cold." He sticks his head into his apartment, probably checking for Ross just in case. "Love you," he calls over his shoulder, disappearing a second later. I sigh and walk back into my place, jumping when I see Joey and Rachel still watching me.

"What?" I ask, defensively.

Joey grins at me, his smile taking over his entire face. "Cute shirt."

I tug the hem of Chandler's shirt down, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. I avoid their gaze as I walk to my room. "I'm just gonna shower," I mumble.

"It's the other way, Mon," Rachel calls out to me teasingly, and I shut my bedroom door behind me. It's great that we don't have to hide in front of them anymore, but it'll take some time before either of us are really comfortable being a couple in front of our friends. Especially if they're going to stare at us like that.

I look at my rumpled bed and sigh, feeling my ever-present smile grow a bit wider. I'll take the adjustment period over hiding our relationship any day.

I pull the sheets off my bed and toss them in my laundry basket—they certainly saw more than their share of action last night—and gather our dirty clothes off the floor, dumping them on top of the sheets. I grab clean clothes out of my dresser and sigh a little. I'd like to be able to wear Chandler's shirt all day. Actually, I'd like to stay home with Chandler all day. Even if we just cuddled up on the couch and watched TV, I'd be happy with that.

I shake myself out of my thoughts, pulling Chandler's shirt off of me and grabbing my robe from the back of the door.

We have plenty of time for that later.

I pause, my hand on the doorknob, and I grin.

We have all the time in the world.