Theres a lot of creativityvwanting to burst out of me right now. going to ride this burst and see where it takes me. Will put the stories here. Mostly Mondler POVs but will possibly have some other characters thoughts. my goal is to have most stories after they're married and post series, but felt I needed to start at their romantic start

Monica's mind is a mess. Her friends tease her endlessly over her hatred of mess. What they don't fully understand (and won't listen when she tries to explain) is how agonising mess is for her. Especially when it's her mind.

She's in a cab with two of her friends and the tension she's feeling is not something that has existed before today. Not with these two. Never with these two.

Joey is oblivious and happily chatting with the driver while Chandler is staring out the window. She looks at him and all she sees is disaster. The one person who brought order to her life, who is (was?) her rock and now it's just mess.

If this was any other day they'd be chatting and laughing about something. About what a fool Ross is. About Rachel and her ability to find drama. They'd be sitting curled around each other and touch would be a given. Connected. Orderly. Tidy.

Her order is now gone. Orderly was before London. Before her and Chandler had sex. Sex so mind blowing that they had sex again. Normal is her and Chandler trying to help Ross, fix what went wrong. It's not her tongue in Chandlers mouth before Joey is banging on the door and repeat sex is stopped in its tracks.

Order is her not using every ounce of self control to throw herself across the cab and have sex with Chandler right here, right now.

Joey turns to tell them they're stopping for a sandwich. She rolls her eyes and looks to Chandler expecting a joke. Instead he's just got this smirk on his face while looking at her and her whole body flushes. What is he doing to her?

Joey jumps in the back of the cab forcing Chandler to move closer to her. She can feel herself reacting to his body. To the innocent brushes causing jolts of electricity to course through her body. Why did they have to break the number one rule? And why is she so desperate to throw the 'not in New York' rule out?

She can feel him glancing at her but she doesn't know what to think or how to talk to him, so she pretends to sleep and try to focus on cleaning her messy mind.

By the time they're home she feels likes she's about to burst into flames.

Walking into the apartment is when she starts feeling herself. Normal. Orderly. Pheobe is her flighty self. Joey is cracking jokes. Then Pheobe leaves and Joey rushes out and they're alone and the mess is back. She is aching for him.

In a desperate attempt to bring order she thanks him. As if he was simply doing her a favour and not giving her the best night of her life. They banter and it feels like it might actually be ok. They might not have been able to have sex again but she has her friend.

He smiles as he shuts the door and she realised she needs him. Needs to feel him against her, the heavy weight as he moves with her. And she walks towards the door but she stops. Fear is once again controlling her.

Then he's back. Talking about London time and she takes another leap of faith. The weight of his body is pressed against her, lips desperate against each other, his hands in her hair and her mind is once again clean.