AN: I'm writing longer stories at the moment but those will not be ready in a bit so I decided to write this little thing in the meantime. I guess you could place this around the end of Season 4, although I was vague about the timeline on purpose, so it fits anywhere you want it to. There will be more one-shots soon as I keep developing the longer stories. Anyways, go enjoy some Mondler fluff without plot.
"Do you think we do this too much?" Monica sat up and reached out to grab the remote, muting the tv.
"You mean staying in on a dateless Saturday night watching infomercials and eating disgusting soy milk ice cream?" Chandler responded, eyes still glued to the tv.
"No. This." She insisted, pointing at the space between them
He finally turned to face her, "Yeah..." He imitated her hand motion, "I still don't know what you are talking about." She stared at him, rising one eyebrow, and he finally gave in, "Okay, what's bugging you?"
She sighted and fell back onto the couch, leaning on his shoulder. "Yesterday when you came by the restaurant for lunch one of the waitresses thought you were my boyfriend."
"Ah. Well, I get why that would be a tragedy."
Monica chuckled, entangling her arm with his and holding his hand, "I didn't mean it like that." She looked down, and started picking at the fuzz balls on his sweatshirt sleeve, "After I told her we were friends… and that you were not gay," Chandler rolled his eyes, "she seemed surprised. And I kept thinking about it, you know? Do you think it's weird for us to be all "touchy" all the time?"
"I don't know. I never really thought about it. I guess it's nice? It's not like I would ever say no to be "touchy" with a hot girl."
She slapped her arm softly. He hadn't expected any less.
"Look." He continued," Do you feel weird about it?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Not really. We've known each other since… God, a long time. And I'm comfortable around you, you are my friend. And as you said, it is nice, just… being affectionate without the expectation of sex."
"Cause again, that would be such a tragedy." Monica gave him her trademarked dead stare that he swore she patented only for him. "I do get what you mean though. Being comfortable with another person, not really expecting much more than just being close…" He stopped himself, "God, I am needy."
Monica laughed, "If you are needy then I'm touch starved. Equally pathetic."
"Well, at least we can always be pathetic together." He looks at the table, where the empty ice cream bucket was, "But we'll have to buy more of that crap." He turned to her again, "You okay?"
She smiled back at him, "Yeah. And thank you."
"For what?"
She shrugged, "For being pathetic with me."
"I wouldn't have it any other way". He nodded to emphasize.
She moved his arm up and scooted down to rest her head on his chest, laying her arm around his stomach. He shifted his arm towards her lower back, bringing her closer, and with his free hand he unmuted the tv.
Maybe from an outside point of view it was odd that she was so touchy with her guy friend. But honestly, she had grown tired of always being on the look for a boyfriend and going on pointless dates with guys that barely listened to what she was saying.
She would rather spend the night with Chandler, who already knew her and with whom she didn't have to pretend to be someone she was not. It was comfortable and familiar and, for some reason, not weird at all.
