" Okay… so, you ready?" Phoebe asked with a big smile, as she grabbed a hold of the scissors and approached him once again, with renewed courage.
" Ready as I'll ever be. Bring on the snipping my friend!" Chandler stated confidently, while sitting up a little straighter in his seat.
" Oh no! What was I thinking? This is all wrong!" the blonde announced all of a sudden, startling her friend once again, by another one of her random outbursts.
" Yeah… I definitely don't see this working out the way it's supposed to. Chandler, get up," she then went on, this statement causing him to look at her strangely. What was she up to?
" O-kay, you still will be cutting my hair, won't ya?" he asked, after he'd gone to stand up again.
" Sure, sure, it's just… I think you should go and sit in a kitchen chair. I've never ever done this kind of thing on a couch before. I don't know why I suggested you go sit there, in the first place. I… must have gotten distracted by the messed-up karma floating around this place, somehow. God… well anyway," she ranted incoherently, while her friend sauntered over to the kitchen and quickly placed himself in his personal wooden chair.
" Okay, let's just begin right this minute, cause we've really been losing too much time already," Phoebe declared, right before moving over to his back to finally get the job done.
Chandler sighed happily, once he experienced the gentle ministrations of dexterous fingers at the back of his head and in his hair. He was only too relieved, that she wasn't facing him just yet, cause he was practically already over the moon. God, how could the simple touch of a hand at such a neutral area drive him this crazy? This was the primary thought that kept coursing through his mind, as Phoebe deftly continued clipping at the outer strands of his hair, not once stopping as she felt she needed to finish this, and had never been one to leave anything uncompleted before.
" Chandler?" she asked suddenly, after a very long silence, while retracting her hand and scissors from his hair and walking over to his front.
" Yeah?" he whispered after a while, a while he'd desperately needed to break free from the tantalizing spell she'd kept him under. He still had his eyes closed, his mouth slightly opened in something akin to bliss.
" I'm gonna start on your front now… And uhm… did you know you have like this really weird tiny bump-like thingy just at the base of your neck?" she subsequently queried, while reaching for her comb up on the kitchen table.
" Ooh yeah, not to worry, that's been there for ages… it's my neck nubbin," Chandler explained, trying his best to sound casual, when she bent down and moved into his personal space again. ' Oh great, now we're face to face,' he inwardly thought, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid any eye-contact, knowing for a fact, that it would be his downfall, if that were to happen.
Phoebe chuckled, then inquired: " So… exactly how many nubbins DO you have?"
Hearing her laugh, Chandler was no longer able to suppress a smile himself.
" Oh… I don't know, never counted them really. I'm guessing… let's see… about 36?" he replied, now getting a feigned look of sheer concentration on his face.
" You know, you're quite something, Chandler Bing. Hey, hold on a sec, okay… I just need to get one more thing from my bag," the masseuse subsequently proclaimed , while she hurriedly paced back over to the living room.
" Okay," Chandler stated, his eyelids still pasted together and his body in an almost zen-like state, as he smiled contently. He quickly snapped out of it though, when all of a sudden, he felt a cool, wet jet of something hitting him right in those very eyelids.
"Hey! Phoebe, what the hell?!" he cried indignantly, while his eyes shut open widely, only to see his friend currently holding a spray bottle in her hand, which she'd undoubtedly just put to good use on his face.
" Oh sorry… missed the bowl there. Let me try that again," Phoebe said calmly, right before getting back into position, now aiming the nozzle right at the strip of hair on his forehead.
" Wow, wow, wow. Hold on a minute: what's in there exactly?!"
The blonde only smiled at his antics, then stated: " Oh relax, it's only water. Don't be a baby. It helps me cut that floppy hair of you more easily. You'll see."
" Ah, okay. Sorry I freaked out a little, but I just didn't know…" Chandler began, only to have her interrupting him.
" A little? You'd win the pageant of biggest drama queen any day," she retorted, with a slight smirk, causing him to glare at her.
" Okay, let's stop picking on the way too easy target for a change and focus on creating the right hairdo, shall we?"
" Oh, ooh right yeah," Phoebe agreed, as she now sprayed the liquid in just the right place and went back to her routine of combing and clipping.
" Well, it's coming along nicely, Chandler. I just need to work on the sides a little more and then… well, then it's done," she ultimately announced cheerfully, once she'd finished her work on his frontal bangs, truly pleased with her own progressions.
" Mmh, you do that," her friend encouraged keenly, his voice soft and drowsy, as he really enjoyed the feel of her warm, slender finger mussing his shaggy hair.
" Hehe, well I sure will. I'm gonna cut alright, I'm gonna go cut my ass off!" the feisty blonde went on passionately, while moving to stand on his left side and continuing her little tailoring- session.
About half an hour later, she was just about to end things, when all of a sudden, something happened that she hadn't quite foreseen.
" Ouch, sweet mother of god!" she screeched, upon feeling the pointy tip of the scissors breaking right through the skin of her pointer finger.
" Oh my god, Pheebs, are you okay?" Chandler inquired, immediately alarmed by the loud cry of pain, which had just emanated from his friend.
" Yeah, it's alright… I just cut myself a little, is all. So, I'm as good as finished… you up for sushi?"
" Phoebe… you're bleeding!" ' the transponster' remarked, while pointing at her hand, before promptly jumping up from his chair and walking up to her.
" Oh dear god, you're right! Oh my god, I am bleeding. My god," the blonde echoed, as she clutched her finger with her good hand, blood still seeping from the open wound all the while.
" Hey, don't worry, it's gonna be okay, come on," Chandler comforted her, while grabbing a frantic hold of said hand and dragging her over to the bathroom.
Once, they'd arrived at their destination, he was quick to yank open the medicine cabinet and gather up some disinfectant, ointment, band-aid and cotton pads, while at the same time Phoebe hoisted herself up onto the counter.
" Damn it, see, now it hurts like a motherfucker," she hissed, right before bringing her injured finger over to her mouth, to try and get rid of the excessive blood.
" Well, that's only normal, seeing as it's a pretty deep gash," her friend commented, after he'd softly lowered her hand down towards him to inspect the damage. Then, he cautiously attempted to stop the bleeding, with one of the cotton pads, tightly pressing it down on her wound.
" There… that uh… that looks much better already," he subsequently declared nervously, getting more and more affected by the oddly growing tension in the room. It turned out it was even worse when neither of them spoke, so he just wanted to remedy that.
" Yeah, you're right... it does. Thanks Chandler," Phoebe beamed at him, while staring straight into his eyes.
" Oh, I'm not just finished yet… in fact the worst is yet to come. Brace yourself, Pheebs, this might sting a bit," her friend warned, right before returning the small piece of cotton to the cut, this time infused with a few drops of disinfectant.
" Ow! Goddamn it!" the blonde winced, upon experiencing the tell-tale twinge, he had notified her about. Then, however she quickly forgot about any incidental pain, when she saw the way he was tending to her every need. That look in his eyes… he seemed so worried about her and this was something that proved to be quite to her liking indeed.
Then, when he began rubbing the ointment all over the tip of her digit, Phoebe couldn't help but to let out a soft gasp. She really couldn't have stopped herself if she'd tried. His fingers were just so warm and he was taking to his task, with so much care. Picking up on the small, faint pleasurable noise, Chandler slowly lifted his head, trapped in something of a lust-induced daze, only to see her staring at him with an intense gaze, which could only be described as one of pure desire, in her vivid green orbs. He subsequently licked his lips, his mouth going dry, when he saw her closing her eyes and slowly advancing towards him. Those luscious, full lips getting closer with every passing second. Not hesitating for even a minute longer, he allowed his pent-up emotions to take the wheel and eagerly mirrored her actions, carefully bringing his hand over to her cheek and slowly closing the distance in between them.
And it was just at that moment, when his breathing was heavy as it had ever been, and his pulse was racing like never before, her mouth inches from his, that they were disrupted by a frantic knocking on the bathroom door.
" Hey, Phoebe, Chandler… you in there?!"