TOW the flashback

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She turned the shower off and stepped out of the tub. She wrapped her soft towel around her out of the category comfy. Her clothes were still in her room and since there wasn't anyone home anyway she figured she could just go with her towel to her room. When she turned the doorknob to open the door she heard her front door being opened. She looked to her right to see who it was.

"Helloooh" Chandler came into her apartment in an awfully good mood. She responded with a depressed hey.

"Do you have any beers? We're out of beers."

"Help yourself", she said with a rather sad tone. Because of all the years they've known each other, he knew immediately there was something wrong with her. She continued to go to her bedroom to get dressed when she heard him ask: "You okay?". She hung her head low and let out a sigh. Then she turned around and answered: "Phoebe moved out".

"Right". He knew for quite some time that Phoebe was moving out, but he wanted Phoebe to tell Monica that she was moving out. He didn't think it was his place to tell her something like that.

"I don't understand. I mean, am I so hard to live with? Is this why I don't have a boyfriend?" she stood there so vulnerable looking at him with questioning and uncertain eyes.

"No! You don't have a boyfriend because… I don't, I don't know why you don't have a boyfriend. You should have a boyfriend" He didn't understand how anyone as beautiful, caring, sweet and smart as she didn't have a boyfriend. She really deserved someone equally as special as her.

"Well, I think so", she said and immediately looked down. Chandler took a couple of steps forward. "Oh, come here." He took her in his arms and she immediately accepted the hug. She clung her arms firmly around his shoulders and pressed her cheek against his chest. She briefly closed her eyes while she took his scent in. He always smelled so good.

"Listen, you are one of my favorite people", he pulled back a little so he would be able to look at her. She smiled back up at him and at his next words her smile widened, "and the most beautiful woman I've ever known in real life".

"Oh…", she really appreciated that he said those things to her. She closed her eyes again and lay her head back on his chest. They swung a little back and forth and stayed close together. Suddenly she was very aware she only had her towel on. She was surprised to find out she didn't even care that Chandler saw her in this state. He was Chandler. He was her best friend. The one person she could trust the most in the whole world. She has told him things that only he of all people in the world know about her.

She started to rub his back a little and she felt him tighten his grip of his arm around her shoulder. His right hand went slowly a little lower but stopped when it was right above her butt. He rubbed her upper back and went: "This is nice".

She hummed happily in response: "I know. It is, isn't it?"

"No, I mean, this feels really good", his upper hand explored more of her upper back when suddenly his finger got stuck in a part of her towel. Monica pulled back a little to see what was going on. He tried to get his finger out of her towel, but he accidentally loosened the towel in the process. It fell on the floor with a thud.

Chandler immediately closed his eyes and turned him around. "Oh god, I'm so sorry! I promise I haven't looked. Tell me when it is okay to turn around again."

Monica found herself standing with her face to Chandler's back and her towel pooled around her feet. She felt really down today, but since Chandler came through her door, she felt pretty good. He made her feel good. He made her feel worthy. She slowly bent her knees to pick up her towel, but instead of wrapping it around herself again she folded it and laid it on the back of the couch on her left side. This probably wasn't a good idea and she was probably going to regret it, but she felt kinda bold and just wanted Chandler to make her feel even better than she was feeling now.

"You can turn around again" Chandler slowly turned around and he couldn't believe what he saw. He was staring at her with big eyes and Monica kinda liked that. It didn't take long however for him to cover his eyes again. "Nonono, Mon, we can't do this. You're sad and you're not in a great place right now."

"What do you mean? We're standing literally next to my bedroom. I'd say I couldn't be in a better place."

"Mon…", he sighed, "you know what I mean. Look, I am not saying that I don't want to do this, but it would just be wrong and I don't want to wake up tomorrow and be all awkward around you because we did it. You mean too much to me to lose you over something like this. Plus, I really think that I won't make you feel any better with my skills." His hands were still firmly pressed against his eyelids. Monica took a step forward and removed his hands. He let her remove his hands but didn't open his eyes. "Look at me please", she said softly.

He opened his eyes, but he only looked at her face. She gently grabbed his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "I've never felt as safe with anyone as I feel with you. When I'm with you, I feel like I can finally just be myself. I don't have to pretend like I have everything figured out. I don't have to pretend like everything is going exactly according to plan. I can let my guards down with you. That is something really special and I also don't want to ruin that, but think about it. Would sleeping together ruin us or would it make everything even better? I mean, it just clicks. I'm looking for someone smart and sweet who is also handsome. I prefer brown hair and someone with who I can have a great laugh with, but also meaningful conversations. And I just realized that you have everything I'm looking for in a boyfriend."

He gently placed his hands on her sides and he felt her shiver. She was looking at him with big eyes. Of course he finds her attractive. And yeah, she totally is his type, but she is way out of his league. "Mon, you're beautiful. And you are totally my type, but you deserve someone special. Someone who is as great as you are", he said with a soft, but determined tone.

"Don't you get it?" she asked only slightly raising her voice, "You are special. And you aren't as great as me. You're way better."

"Mon…"

"Just…" she shut him up with a kiss. She had expected him to push her away or something but instead, he pulled her closer and returned her kiss. His hands started to roam over her back. She circled her hands behind his head around his shoulders. Her bare chest was pressed against his shirt. He felt her nipples through the thin layer of fabric. She pressed herself even harder into him and started to carefully open her mouth. He slipped his tongue through the opening of her mouth and she softly moaned at the great sensation. Suddenly she felt something hard pressing into her abdomen. She began to move to her bedroom while still firmly holding him. When he noticed what she tried to do, he stopped her and pulled back a little with his head to look at her. "Are you sure?"

He looked at her with a seriousness she hadn't seen often from him. She moved one of her hands to his face and traced his jawline and then went to his lips with her fingers. She looked back up in his eyes and answered with an equally serious tone "Yes, I'm sure". That was all it took for him to crash his lips back on her and she stumbled back a little from the force. He felt her smile a little in the kiss. When he went lower with his hands and went over her butt cheeks he felt her gasp a little. He placed his hands just under her butt and picked her up. She was surprised by his strength and pulled away a little with wide, surprised eyes. He felt smug because of her reaction and he smirked a little at her. When he started taking the couple of steps towards the bed, Monica moaned loudly. Her sensitive flesh was being rubbed against his jeans while he was walking. He laid her gently on the bed and when he stood up he saw her full form for the first time. She was beautiful. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, her waist, her hips, everything was perfect. She looked at his face and she saw pure lust in his eyes. She had never seen him looking like that before. He felt kinda weird with her being completely undressed and him still having all his clothes on so he quickly removed them.

Monica stood back up from the bed and came up behind him when he was pulling his jeans off. When he straightened up again, he felt two arms being circled around his waist and her breast being pressed against his back. He turned around in her embrace and they just stood there for a while. Embracing each other. Taking each other's scent in. Feeling each other's body warmth. Just enjoying being in each other's company.

Monica softly placed a kiss on his chest. And then another. She slowly started to work her way up to his lips where he kissed her back. They got back on the bed and Chandler hovered over Monica and started kissing her neck. She softly let out a content sigh and moved her head a little so he had more space. He went further down and placed some butterfly kisses around her chest. His hands went up and down against her sides and then traced the outline of her breasts. He cupped them gently while he kissed her again on her lips. She moaned a little in their kiss and Chandler's fingers started to play a little with her nipples while he continued kissing her. He felt her arching her back into his hands.

Monica felt him pull away from her and she opened her eyes while letting out a disappointed sound. His hands traced the outlines of her waist and then went to the outside of her legs. He was sitting upright now between her legs and although she was happy that he didn't leave after all, she was missing the warmth of his body on hers. When she felt his hands trace the inside of her legs once he was at her knees she felt her legs shiver with anticipation. He traced the outside of her other lips and then traced the triangle of her neatly trimmed patch of hair. He teased her for a little while eliciting some impatient moans and then he cupped her. He rubbed his hand a little and let his fingers slide between her lips. He felt she was already quite wet.

He lowered his head and briefly licked her clit. She gasped and arched her back at the sudden shock of pleasure that went through her. He licked her clit a couple more times and gently sucked on it. Monica couldn't help it. Her legs just started shaking. His hands went back up while his tongue was still busy and he started to play with her nipples again. Monica let out a loud moan when she felt him enter her with his tongue. First, he slightly dipped inside her and then he pushed a little further. He continued to go back to her clit too.

"Chandler…" she gasped out. She needed him inside her right now. She tried to take his hands and pull him up a little. When he understood what she meant he got back up.

"Condom?" He asked. She opened the drawer to her right and she found one faster than she ever had before. She opened the package and he wanted to take the condom from her, but she didn't let him take it. Instead, she grabbed his completely hard member and gently rolled it up his length. He positioned himself in front of her and entered her while looking her in the eyes. She rolled her eyes back and let out a moan. It didn't take long for her to reach her climax. When her orgasm struck her, she let out a satisfied sigh. Chandler reached his not much later and they lay there for a while, just enjoy being together.

After some time Chandler rolled of her and disposed his condom in the bin. He lay back on his back and Monica lay her head immediately on his chest. His arms encircled her waist and they fell asleep.

A/N: Just something I came up with when I was rewatching friends today. Let me know what you think :)