" Hey, uh… Chandler, you can stay here if you want, but I gotta leave for work soon. You know, the students need me to satisfy their ever growing thirst for knowledge," Ross announced excitedly, desperately trying to cheer up his friend.
" Sure, yeah, fine," was all Chandler could manage to bring out. He was currently sitting on Ross's couch with a lifeless expression on his face and still in his fancy suit. The same way he'd sat there all through the night and the morning. When his oldest friend had showed up at his doors in near tears, the paleontologist hadn't bothered asking questions about what had happened. He knew from experience that what Chandler really wanted was to be left alone, whenever he was in a great deal of pain and he'd just led him over to the sofa, where he'd offered him a nice, hot cup of cocoa. Ross knew that his best friend would eventually spill the beans to him, when he was ready anyway. There was no need to rush him. Still… he felt a bit uneasy about leaving him all on his own now. He hadn't forgotten how he'd almost done himself in, the last time he'd been in a mood like this.
" You… you sure you're going to be alright, man? Cause I CAN take the day off, if you'd like some company. It's really no trouble," he offered, while placing a consoling hand on his friend's shoulder.
Chandler only sighed, then numbly muttered: " Just go, Ross. I'll manage. I'm not some ten-year old brat that needs babysitting, you know."
" Are you sure though?" Ross inquired again, in that typical whiny tone of his.
" Yeees, I AM sure, now go… please. I promise I won't do anything stupid, okay?"
" Well… okay. I'll be back at seven. If you'd like some food, I think there's still some of Monica's lasagna in the fridge. You just have to heat it in the microwave for a few minutes."
" I'll think about it, goodbye Ross," Chandler huffed in annoyance. Like his mind was set on eating, at a time like this.
" Bye," the paleontologist saluted, right before turning around and walking out the door. Then, once his footsteps had finally stopped echoing through the empty hall, Chandler breathed another deep sigh, before he ultimately reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which he'd bought on his way over to Ross' place.
He was just about to light one up, when, all of a sudden the door opened, only to reveal HER.
" Ooh no… Chandler Bing, you put down that cigarette right now! That is an order!" Phoebe yelled furiously, as she quickly marched over to the couch and went to stand in front of him, with her arms crossed.
" No," he replied simply, while he just went along with his business and lighted the thin, white stick.
" No? Nooo?! Well, okay then: fine," the blonde retorted calmly, right before promptly snatching the cigarette from between his lips and stubbing it out in Ross' ashtray, in one swift motion.
" Ugh, why does Ross always leave this damn place unlocked? Anyone could just walk in here. And how did you know I was here anyway?"
" Well, that was simple enough: I called Ross to ask him where you were, he said: " he's with me", soo I came after you. You can't just get rid of a Buffay that easily, Mr."
" Well, you didn't have to, alright?" In fact, I'd really appreciate it if you left again," Chandler proclaimed, trying his best to be mad at her, but somewhat faltering in his goal, as part of him was indeed still very happy to see her.
" Ooh, Chandler! What the hell is the matter with you?! Why did you walk out yesterday?! And why were you smoking again?! I hate it when you do that!"
Chandler only scoffed in response, then rose up to stand beside her, unable to contain himself any longer and yelled: " Why?! Why?! Oh, I don't know: maybe because I was stupid enough to fall head over heels in love with you! Is that a valuable reason enough for you, huh?! Because I got feelings for you, ever since we first kissed! Because no matter how hard I try, I can't get you out of my head! Because I think about you day and night and was really bummed, to find you getting it on with some random guy you just ran into at the coffeehouse, on MY couch, when I was about to tell you how I felt!"
Phoebe stood in shock for a while, then slowly extended the tiara she'd brought along with her and asked: " Oh my god, you… you bought this for me, didn't you? But… this must have cost you like… a fortune."
Her friend took a brief glance at it, then averted his eyes, took a deep breath and softly stated: " I just figured I'd do something very special, for a very special lady."
" Chandler… that's so sweet… I mean: that's like the sweetest thing any guy has ever done for me. And coming from you, it means even more."
" Ooh well…" Chandler brought out modestly, only to quickly stop talking, when he suddenly felt Phoebe's warm lips pressing themselves tightly up against his cheek.
" Thanks… so much. I love it," the blonde whispered sincerely, staring deeply into his eyes, after she'd pulled back.
" Oh, oh Phoebe," her friend finally declared longingly, still feeling the imprint of her soft mouth on his jaw, as he slowly reached out to cup her cheek. Observing her stunning face so close to his, he was suddenly overcome with an all-consuming, blazing passion, which couldn't even have been extinguished by a thousand firemen.
Phoebe briefly closed her eyes at the simple, but pleasant touch, then she gradually opened them again and whispered only one word: " Chandler…"
And that was really all the encouragement Chandler needed, as he eagerly leaned forward and captured her lips in a heated, loving kiss, while his hands urgently traveled over to the back of her head, frantically tugging her closer by her long, blonde locks.
" Mmh… Chandler, stop... this is not a good idea. You're not…" the object of his affection pleaded weakly, her brain at war with her emotions, as she still didn't believe that Chandler really was ' in love' with her. Love was such a big word, after all.
" Shh, please, I want this, I want you… only you… here… in this moment," he murmured against her lips, right before reclaiming them in a fierce kiss, which was maybe even more mind-blowing than the last.
Then, before she fully realized what she was doing, Phoebe had already dropped the tiara on the couch, to start unbuttoning his blazer, as his tongue hungrily sought out her own, to duel with it aggressively.
" Mmh, god Phoebe, I've wanted this for so long," Chandler managed to pant, while he shortly broke away from her to press his forehead to hers and lower down the straps of her dress( she hadn't bothered to change either, after she'd seen Chandler leave and promptly sent Ben away.)
" Uhn… me too, oh Chandler… that feels so good, mmh… oooh, god," the blonde moaned appreciatively, as her partner's tongue, lips and teeth frantically roamed the flesh of her neck, while his hand finished the exhilarating journey to the zipper of her dress.
Just then, Phoebe briefly pushed him away, as she suddenly thought of something.
" Phoebe?" Chandler inquired uncertainly and hopelessly, part of him fearing that she was still going to reject him, after all.
" Aw, Chandler, don't look so worried. I only wanted to ask you how long Ross is going to be away," his love interest quickly reassured him, almost feeling pity for him, when she saw that hurt look returning to his eyes.
" Ah, well till sevenish at least," he replied, suddenly a lot more self-assured.
" Good," Phoebe smirked seductively, right before dragging him over to the bedroom by his tie, while he gazed at her with pure desire.
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" Oh wow... oh wow… ooooh woow," Chandler brought out in awe. He was currently spread out on Ross's bed,all sweaty and with dishelved hair, still in a state of total bliss from all the great things he'd just experienced with Phoebe.
" Yeeah," Phoebe mumbled dreamily, as she lifted her head from his chest and smiled up at him.
" I mean: god, that was like…"
" I know," she stated softly, while leaning up to peck him on the lips.
" I mean: how do you even do that thing with your…"
" I told ya I was very bendy," the blonde confidently cut him off, then continued: " But, if I may say so: you weren't so bad yourself… tiger," as she affectionately started playing with the sprinkling of hair on his chest.
" I know... eight times. Looks like I beat my personal record: ten bonus points for the Chan-Chan-man!" Chandler whooped, while raising both of his arms into the air.
" Yeah, uhm, okay, Chandler…"
" What?"
" Don't do that," Phoebe commanded, sending him a disapproving look.
" Sorry," ' the transponster' quickly apologized, suddenly turning ten different shades of red. This little incident causing the blonde to smile at him once more, as she always found it very cute whenever he got all shy.
" I know what you could do, though," she suddenly began suggestively, while twirling a lock of her around her finger.
" Yeah… what's that?" Chandler queried eagerly, sitting up a little straighter, just loving the fact that she looked so sexy right now.
" Me," she muttered huskily, right before bending down and teasingly nibbling at his earlobe.
" Why, that's an offer I can't refuse," her love interest retorted, as he swiftly flipped them over so he was on top, and began to kiss her with all the passion he could muster, all the while running his hands through her soft, silky hair.
" Mmh, yeah, but not just now, though. I really have to get to the massage parlor," Phoebe announced, almost grudgingly pushing him off of her and sitting up on the side of the bed.
" Heey, come on, that's not fair… you got me all worked up now. Come on, stay for a bit... pleeease. You could call in sick. I love you, you know and I bet that massaging place doesn't," Chandler whined, while circling his arms around her waist and beginning to place soft, chaste pecks on her collarbone. He knew by now, that that was her weak spot and he really didn't want her to leave.
" Oh, ooh… I think I might be coming down with a fever actually," the blonde finally caved, both from hearing him confessing his love to her and feeling the delicate, yet enflaming touch of his incredibly smooth lips on her bare skin.
" A. very. very. serious fever," she then went on, as she slowly whirled around, latched her mouth back onto his and pushed him onto his back.
