Boss
"Guess what time it is?"
"Time to put down the towel and let these plates dry themselves?"
"Haha, nice try," she drawled, "It's eight-thirty,"
"So?"
"What happened at eight-thirty last Thanksgiving?"
Chandler made a big show of looking cluelessly around the room. "Umm…"
Monica pinned him with a look. "Chandler,"
"Phoebe told us about her previous lives?"
"You threw a strop, I put a turkey on my head…"
He stopped pretending that he didn't remember, and smiled warmly, "And I told you I loved you for the first time,"
"So you admit it? You said it? You did say it?"
"Yeah, alright, I said it," Chandler conceded.
"Because back then you totally freaked out,"
"Joey totally freaked out,"
"Because of the turkey on my head. You freaked out because you told me you love me,"
"Well, I didn't plan on saying it. It just slipped out, and you went all Monica about it. Did you expect me not to panic?"
"I didn't expect anything. I didn't know you were going to say it, I didn't even know if you felt it. For all I knew you could have still thought we were goofing around,"
"I never thought we were goofing around," he mumbled, with a bashful half-grin.
"Me neither," said Monica, bumping her shoulder against his, "So much has changed since then. Phoebe nearly moved in with a cop. Joey nearly made a movie. Ross and Rachel got married,"
"Phoebe didn't move in with a cop, Joey didn't make a movie, and Ross and Rachel got divorced," Chandler countered.
"We moved in together,"
"That's true. And your parents now love me,"
"For the time being. You'd better keep playing your cards right if you want to keep it that way," Monica warned.
"Don't worry, I have a loooong list of things your parents don't need to know about,"
"Mmm, I bet you do,"
"It's got plenty of crossover with the Things Ross Doesn't Need To Know About list and the Best Nights Of My Life list,"
"Lists of all the times we had mind-blowing sex? You do know how to turn me on,"
"Yeah, I keep a list of ways to turn you on. It's colour-coded. Alphabetical order. Little tick-boxes next to each-"
"If my parents weren't on the balcony I would jump you right now," she promised, breath hitching.
"Ah, sex on the kitchen table while we're doing the washing up," Chandler remembered dreamily, "Why did we ever stop doing that?"
"I guess that changes when you've been in a relationship for a while," Monica shrugged. She caught sight of his expression and added, "Okay, there's no need to look so panicked, you know the sex is still amazing,"
"A guy likes to hear it more than once,"
"Yeah, the same guy who gets really obnoxious and annoying about it,"
"You're the one who freaked out about Phoebe and her cop boyfriend a few months ago," Chandler pointed out.
"That was different. They thought they were better than us,"
"I think it was only you who thought that, Mon,"
"Well, they weren't better than us. Whose boyfriend keeps an alphabetical colour-coded list of sex her big brother can't know about, huh Pheebs?"
Chandler flicked the soap bubbles off his hand, and combed his fingers through Monica's hair. "Sometimes I forget how completely insane you are. Oh, and the sex that day definitely makes the list,"
"As soon as my parents leave, we are reading this list and recreating the highlights," she promised.
"I've never had sex on Thanksgiving before," Chandler mumbled.
"Oh yeah. You didn't seem as down about Thanksgiving this year,"
"It's difficult to feel down when you're eating beef trifle and becoming unexpectedly beloved by your girlfriends parents,"
"Yeah?" Monica asked.
He grinned. "Yeah,"
"You know last Thanksgiving?"
"I didn't freak out, okay?"
"Chandler?"
"What?"
"I love you too."