Long Time No See (part 4)
This follows on directly from the last part, and this is the final chapter. By now you should know the entire fic is Rach's POV, and if you think I own the characters, you're sadly mistaken but please keep being mistaken cause it makes me feel special. Like the chapter 3, this one features s-e-x, so don't read if it offends you. If its too strong for an R rating, tell me and I'll remove it. Dedicated to Mon-ee-kah for making me laugh when I'm having a bad week.
Waking up with Monica lying next to me felt right. I realised how much I had missed having a warm body to wake up to. But not just ANY warm body, there was something special about Monica. My hand was still in hers, resting next to her face, which was turned towards me. I could feel her breath on my hand and it made me smile. She was lying on her stomach, with the covers bunched around her waist, and I couldn't stop my free hand moving to gently touch the skin between her vest and shorts. I wanted nothing more than to pull her as close to me as possible and just hold her, breathing in the smell of her, but I restrained myself and allowed her to sleep.
It wasn't long before she woke up, smiling, apparently as happy to be with me as I was to be to be with her. She slowly brought our joined hands to her lips and kissed my fingers. I smiled as she released my hand so she could move onto her side. When she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my neck, I smiled wider, and my arms went around her in return.
"I dreamt about you," she told me.
"Yeah? Was it a good dream?"
"Best dream I've had in a long time."
"Wow, impressive, I feel honoured to have been a part of it."
"You weren't just a part of it, you WERE it."
I grinned. "You wanna tell me more?"
"Nope," she giggled.
"We should really get dressed…" I teased, threatening to move away, but she refused to let me go.
"Ok, I'll tell," she said. I don't think she'd ever seriously intended NOT to tell. I snuggled closer into her embrace and kissed her cheek. "I dreamt I didn't make you stop last night. I dreamt I let you do what you wanted to do to me, what I wanted you to do to me."
"Oh," I said, unsure what response she wanted from me.
"You know, after you fell asleep, I lay there thinking I was such an idiot for stopping you. I thought about waking you up like I used to, and finishing what we started, but I didn't. I told myself you wouldn't want me to wake you," she elaborated.
"I would've forgiven you," I murmured. She smiled.
"I know you would."
"So why didn't you?" I couldn't resist asking. Monica sighed.
"The same reason I've been stopping you ever since I came back here."
"Can I ask you something?" I said, stroking her back, sensing that she was angry with herself.
"Of course."
"How come you could do that to me and you couldn't let me return the favour?"
She was quiet for a couple of minutes, considering. "I wanted to make you feel good," she said eventually. I kissed her tenderly.
"You're allowed to feel good too, Mon," I whispered. She nodded. "Will you let me do that for you sweetheart?" She nodded again and we kissed passionately. After a few minutes, I slowly pulled away from her. Monica looked at me curiously. "Stand up sweetheart." Her eyes questioned me, but she trustingly did as I asked and stood at the end of the bed. I followed her and stood opposite her. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, big blue eyes full of uncertainty, but her mouth was beginning to curve into a smile as I approached her. I kissed her. Softly at first, then with more and more passion. Monica's arms went around me and pulled me closer to her, but after only a few moments, I pulled away again.
"What?" she whispered, forcing herself to be content with taking my hand if she couldn't hold me.
"Can I take your vest off?" I asked. Smiling, she nodded. Slowly, taking the time to enjoy the feeling of her smooth skin sliding under my hands, I peeled her vest over her head, revealing her flat stomach and breasts that begged to be touched. I handed her vest to her, knowing that even if I folded it and carefully put it away, she would have to correct whatever I'd done, but she surprised me by throwing it into a corner of the room. I met her eyes and she grinned at me and raised an eyebrow, as if asking what I was going to do next.
I answered the unasked question by taking her hand and pulling her back onto the bed. She lay on her back while I covered her breasts with kisses, and I felt her arms go around me, holding me gently.
"Are you ok?" I whispered after a while, resting my head on her stomach.
"Yes," she whispered back.
"You want me to take off your shorts?"
"Yes please."
I lifted my head and smiled at her, placing my hands on the waistband of her shorts. Monica raised her hips to allow me to pull them slowly down her legs. I kissed her stomach, my hands running up and down her thighs. I looked at her face to check she was ok with this and she was still smiling, so I kissed further down her stomach, glancing back to her face every so often. I reached my destination and licked and kissed her there, noting with pleasure how she pushed herself up to me. Monica's hands found their way into my hair, then down to my shoulders, clutching me. When she was nearing release, I suddenly pulled away from her.
"Mon, are you ok?" I asked teasingly. She glared at me.
"Rachel Karen Green, for fucks sake, finish what you started."
Chuckling to myself I moved up to place a quick kiss on her mouth, then went back down. She sighed with relief when I resumed probing her with my tongue, and her hands firmly held my head, preventing me from teasing her again. When her orgasm swept over her, I couldn't resist stopping what I was doing and watching her. She was so beautiful; eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown back, hair messed up, face flushed. I pulled myself up so I was lying on my stomach next to her, my head turned towards her. After a few seconds, her eyes opened and she looked at me. I leaned over her and kissed her passionately, feeling deliciously loved as her arms went around me again and she didn't want to let me go.
"I'm ok," she whispered, her face barely an inch from mine.
"I'm glad."
"Rach?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"My pleasure."
It was several minutes before she released me and allowed me to lie next to her instead of clutching me half on top of her, and even then, she kept a tight hold of my hand.
"Would you think it was weird if I told you that's the first orgasm I've had in eight months?" she asked suddenly.
"You didn't masturbate?" I asked, unable to avoid sounding shocked. I could pretty easily believe she hadn't in Oklahoma, where she was so sad, but what about in New York? With everything we'd been doing, that had reduced me to a quivering wreck?
"No," she said quietly.
"Why?" She shrugged and looked uncomfortable, so I kissed her gently. "It's ok baby, it's ok if you don't know, or if you don't wanna tell me." She smiled gratefully.
"I guess… I guess I figured that was something, something special, for me and Chandler, you know?" she said slowly, looking at me carefully to see how I reacted.
"That's why you didn't wanna let me touch you?"
"I was scared. I was scared that if I let you, if you and I were lovers, and you made me feel as good as Chandler made me feel, then I dunno, that I'd lose something with Chandler."
"And now?"
"I didn't just dream about you last night you know," she said, in an apparently unrelated thread of conversation. Blinking a couple of times at her sudden change of direction, I figured she just didn't want to talk about it, so I let her be.
"You didn't?"
"No, I had another dream. Chandler and I were in our apartment, THIS apartment, not the Oklahoma one. We were having an argument about some plate he'd accidentally broken while he was washing up, or something silly like that. I was, you know, being me, freaking out about it. And he took the broken pieces out of my hands, and he kissed me ever so gently, and he held me tight, and he just said 'It's ok sweetheart'. And then he held me at arms length and he said it again, 'it's ok'. And I knew he didn't just mean about the stupid plate. He meant about everything." While she was telling me about her dream, Monica had a strange, even dream-like, expression on her face, but when she stopped, she looked a little embarrassed, and almost like she expected me to tell her it was a load of crap. She was relieved when she saw I was smiling, not in a humouring-the-woman-who's-husband-died kind of way, not in a you're-crazy-but-I-love-you-anyway kind of way either. I was honoured that she'd shared something so special with me, that she trusted me enough, and that she had finally been able to be let herself go.
"I love you," I said, kissing her again.
"I love you too," she answered without needing to think.
"I guess you're set now for another eight months then?" I joked, stroking her back.
"No way. I hope we'll be doing that again sooner," she said, suddenly shy. I kissed her.
"Try and stop me."
She smiled widely. "You know, I think its your turn right now though. And I know you're not wearing panties under that, but I still think you're a little overdressed." One hand was sliding smoothly under my t-shirt, stroking my ass. I shifted so I was lying almost completely on top of her, kissing her deeply. Monica lifted my t-shirt and slowly pulled it over my head. She rolled us over so she was on top of me, kissing my breasts adoringly. Her tongue traced my nipple as her hand skimmed up and down my side. "Oh baby," she murmured, planting open-mouthed kisses down my body. I stroked her hair as she slid her fingers into me, kissing my stomach before moving further down to lick me. I had forgotten just how good she was at this.
"Oh God Mon!"
She withdrew her fingers and her tongue replaced them. My body twisted and arched, desperately trying to get as much of her as possible, and I mumbled incoherent encouragement.
"Rachel," she said softly, lifting her face barely an inch. "I'd forgotten how good you taste."
I was still trying to formulate the words to beg her to stop talking and go back to licking me when she giggled and did so of her own accord. A couple of minutes later, I came, and Monica moved back up my body, kissing my flushed skin as she went, until she was lying on top of me as I lay there panting. I opened my eyes and saw her beautiful face looking down at me and wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could; I'd lost her before, I was gonna make damn sure I didn't lose her again.
"I'm gonna go take a shower," she said eventually, edging out of my grip.
"Want company?" I asked, letting her go but not moving to follow.
"Depends," she teased, "whether you mean YOUR company or someone else's."
"Well, I need a reason to get out of bed, so mine I'm afraid."
"Why? I'd love for you to stay right here all day long, waiting for me."
"I would," I said seriously. Monica smiled and blushed. I stroked her cheek and she leant to kiss me.
"I know. And it scares me a little," she admitted.
"Why?"
"Because we're in this real deep."
"Is that ok?"
She paused, and I was terrified she was gonna say no. But she didn't, she just nodded slowly.
"Yeah, it is."
I kissed her. "How 'bout that shower?"
Smiling, we both got off the bed, and, holding hands, our fingers laced, we headed for the bathroom, without bothering to dress.
THE END