"Dear God, this parachute is a knapsack!"

Monica scoffed and turned from Chandler, walking away from him quickly. She hated the idea that she wouldn't be married by the time she was 40 years old, and she hated that he was the one that brought it up.

Never mind the fact that she was sleeping with him from time to time, but it seemed like he was suggesting that she'd never meet anybody willing to marry her.

"Mon," he called, jogging to catch up with her as she walked at a quickened pace down the hallway, "come on now, wait."

"What?" She said, shaking her head at him, "You think I'm that horrible of a person to be with?"

"Monica, that is not what I said," he defended, then chuckled, "you're taking this the wrong way."

"Then what were you saying?"

He tilted his head and put his hands on his hips, letting out a deep breath. He'd just apologized to her a couple of days ago for their fight about her dating that young guy, and he didn't want to fight with her again. He made sure to soften his voice and kept his eyes locked with hers as he spoke, "I was saying that if you don't find someone in 15 years, and you want a baby, I'd have one with you."

"I'll find someone who wants to marry me before I'm 40, Chandler," she said, and he nervously smiled at the woman that gave them a strange look as she passed, obviously curious as to why Monica had raised her voice.

He looked around and noticed some other strangers standing around at the ends of the hallway. The last thing he wanted was either of them to draw attention to themselves, so he tried the handle of the door behind Monica that was labeled 'storage', and was surprised when it opened with ease.

"Come in here," he encouraged, and she rolled her eyes, but stepped past him and into the small room. He shut the door behind him, "I know you will," he said, his voice still calm.

"You obviously don't," she said, then crossed her arms.

He knew that she was genuinely peeved, but he still had to fight a smile. He also knew if anyone could turn what was supposed to be a sweet gesture around, it'd be his best friend.

"Mon," he began, his voice calm. She sighed, looked away for a moment, not sure she wanted to hear what he had to say, "Mon," he said again, encouraging her to look at him. She pressed her lips together and finally made herself look into his eyes again, "I know you'll find someone to love and marry and have kids with before you're 40," he reiterated, "and while I still don't think no one will ever deserve you, I'll be happy for you."

Her demeanor softened a lot and she moved her arms from across her chest. A chill ran through her at the look he was giving her as he lifted his hand and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "That'll be one lucky guy," he whispered.

Monica looked away from him for a second, then met his gaze. If she didn't know any better, she thought he would lean down and kiss her, and she'd let him.

"Well, thank you," she finally replied softly, breaking the silence. She let out a long sigh and looked around at the blankets, towels, bed sheets, and washcloths in the linen closet they were in. She turned her eyes to his again, "I just…" she sighed and shook her head, "I want a husband one day, Chandler."

He continued to stare into her eyes, nodding slowly, "You'll get one," he assured.

She looked away again, the intensity in his eyes making her slightly uneasy. Not because she didn't trust him, because of course she did, but because there was something else there that she couldn't put her finger on.

She let out a shaky breath and looked at him, "I wish I was as confident as you sound about that."

"I have no doubts," he said softly. She chuckled once and let her head fall, again wondering if his words were true. After another second, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her all the way against him. She returned the hug, enjoying the feel of his warm embrace.

They stayed like that for a long while, and when she finally pulled away, she gazed up at him and nodded, "Thank you," she said, and he smiled softly and nodded back as his hand lifted to brush a piece of hair away from her forehead.

"You will get your happily ever after, Monica, Prince Charming and all."

She giggled a little and he smiled back, happy that he made her smile again. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Well, if that's true, I think Prince Charming must be on a turtle, not a horse."

They both laughed and he shook his head, "I like that he is on a turtle. I get more sexy time with you."

She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face, "Oh yeah?"

He smirked at her smooth voice and hooked his pinky finger into hers, then took a step closer to her, "And hopefully, your Prince Charming future husband won't mind if we keep being friends with sexy benefits."

She lifted her eyebrows at him, "I think he will mind," she said, all of her slight anger gone from before. He had the ability to lighten her mood, he always had. He knew all he had to do was flash her that smile and blink his blue eyes and she'd break.

"You're probably right," he said, then dropped her hand and boldly placed it on her side, just above her hip, "I mean if I had a wife that was sexy, smart, funny, sexy…"

"You said that already," Monica said, unable to hide the smile that spread across her face.

"Oh," he slipped his hand down a little, "I guess that means I meant it, then," He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she looked at the floor for a second. She licked her lips and lifted her head to stare at his lips for a moment, thinking that if this were a normal relationship, she'd kiss him. But this wasn't a normal relationship, it wasn't even really a relationship at all, so she looked up at his eyes instead. "If I had a wife like that, I wouldn't want any other man to touch her," he finished.

She could feel her pulse quicken and her mouth parted to hopefully steady her breathing, "Do you want to touch me?" she asked softly, then lifted her hands and played with the zipper on his jacket.

"Hm," he said, letting his hand slide up and down her dress, below her ribs and above her hip, "well, touching you is only my new favorite thing to do."

She looked at him, his blue eyes sparkling in the little bit of light that was coming from the crack below the closed door. She ran a finger down his chest stepped even closer, their bodies nearly touching, "I'm your favorite thing to do?" She asked, and he took note of her flirty, huskier tone of voice.

He chuckled lowly in his throat, then swallowed hard. She grinned at him, and he had learned over the last few friends-with-sexy-benefits weeks that it was her teasing smile. And then she'd bite her bottom lip and make him as giddy as a kid at Christmas."Yeah," he said, then slid his hand to her butt, giving it a firm squeeze.

Next, as if on cue, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and pressed her teeth down on top of it.

God, if only he could find out what that lip tasted like.

"You are definitely my favorite thing to do," he finally reiterated, then lifted his other hand to join his right in squeezing her butt. The motion made her hips grind into his and she let out a sigh as a response.

"Then do me," she whispered, then unzipped his jacket the rest of the way.

He looked at the door, "Do you here?" He asked, and she looked over at the door too, then leaned over without disengaging him and flipped the lock.

"Here," she confirmed, then swiftly slipped her hand to grab him through his boxers. He gasped and squeezed her rear end again, pulling her body so that it was all the way against his.

He felt her hands touch the skin of his stomach as his head fell to kiss her neck. She allowed him access moving it from side to side as he continued.

She slid her hands up past his shoulders and into his hair, gripping the still damp locks from his shower just before Ross got the call that the baby was on the way.

"Chandler," she whispered, and he hummed into her neck as a response, not moving his lips from her skin, "we probably need to hurry," she mentioned, then rubbed him hard through his boxer briefs.

"Mmmhmm," he said, then slid his hands up her sides and to the front of her grey dress, then unbuttoned the first giant button in the front.

She pushed his easy-to-remove sweatpants down, then slipped her hands into his underwear, causing him to hiss at the skin-to-skin contact.

He quickly undid two more buttons, then began to knead both breasts through her bra. She pushed down his underwear, then continued to stroke him, speeding up the pace just a bit.

He began to bunch up her dress in his hands as his mouth returned to her neck to lick and suck in the spots he'd learned that she loved.

"Condom?" She asked breathlessly, squeezing him and making him groan.

He chuckled lowly, "In my wallet, jacket pocket."

She smirked as she went fishing in his pocket for the leather wallet, "Someone is prepared," she said, then gasped when she felt him slip his hands underneath her lace panties and onto her bare butt cheeks.

"I have a best friend with sexy benefits," he answered, "I should always be prepared."

"Boy Scout," she accused, making him smile. He slid his hand around to the front of her and slipped his fingers into her folds, making her moan and a little weak in the knees.

He moaned softly at the wetness he felt on his fingertips, then dragged his hand away from her and caused what sounded like a disappointed sigh leave her lips. "How are we going to manage this?" She asked, looking around. The space was cramped, and the wall-to-wall metal racks with linens didn't allow much room for sitting or laying down.

He moved both of his hands to her hips and gripped her panties and pantyhose, then massaged her hips. She put the condom in her mouth then lifted a hand to tear it open, but he quickly lifted his hand and stopped her.

Confused, she lifted an eyebrow at him. He moved his hands from her and slowly tore open the condom, "Turn around and bend over."

A thrill of excitement went through her at the take-charge Chandler and the idea of trying this new position with him. She licked her lips, turned around, and felt him run his hand up her back and to the collar of her now loose dress. He pulled it backward and she understood his silent request, then maneuvered her arms out of the sleeves.

She felt his mouth on her spine, just above her bra, and there was something even more erotic about not being able to see what he was going to do next. He gently put his hands on her shoulders, then slipped the straps of her bra off, making it fall to the crook of her bent arms.

She let it fall to the ground and moaned when she felt him heavy and hard against her ass as he pressed against her and reached around to her breasts, kneading them in his hands. He pressed his lips to her neck, making her moan and push against him.

"So fucking hot," he murmured into her skin, "you're so hot."

"Chandler," she breathed, her head falling forward when she felt his hands on her hips again, beneath her dress clutching both of her undergarments in his fists.

He lowered them to her knees and slid his hands up to her butt, between her legs, letting his hand graze over her thighs, his thumb pressing into her folds.

She gasped and pulled herself up, her back now curved as electricity shot through her. She reached behind her and grabbed him, making him gasp and mumble something she couldn't understand. He repeated the action with his fingers and she moved her hips, trying to get more friction that she desperately needed.

"Mon," he groaned when she squeezed him hard with the hand wrapped around him.

"Now," she answered, her body already tingling with impatience. She enjoyed his teasing, and she knew he liked it when she did it to him, but now wasn't the time.

The door was locked, but who knew how long it would be before a hospital worker came by with a working key and catch them red handed? Not only would it be a complete mood kill

He moved his hand from her, which caused another gasp to leave her mouth. She heard him roll the condom on in the quiet closet, and she briefly wondered where he had kept it when both of his hands were on her, but all thought was lost when she felt him grab her hips and push himself against her, rubbing his hard length through her folds.

Her fingers went through the spaces in the wire shelf and she bit her bottom lip again so that she wouldn't scream when he finally pushed inside her.

He pushed all the way in, then pulled all the way out, making her moan loudly, "Chandler," She managed, wanting more, a lot more.

One of his hands slid up her body and to her breast, squeezing it as he pushed inside of her again.

Monica's head fell forward as the ridiculously perfect feeling overtook her, her body on fire for him, more of him.

She knew she wasn't supposed to be feeling anything emotionally for her best friend currently slamming into her from behind, his hands gripping her dress that was pulled down from the top and pushed up from the bottom, but she found herself thinking about him a lot. Before he touched her several months ago, she'd never see herself doing something like this in a closet of a hospital, but now it was completely fine with her.

In fact, it thrilled her.

"Harder," she panted, moving backward on him.

She heard him chuckle once and felt him grip her waist tighter, almost as if he was accepting a challenge.

"Hold on," he growled, and slid his hands up to her breasts and gripped both of them tightly as if they were handles.

"Oh my God," Monica panted, and her fingers gripped the cool metal as he began to pound into her harder in quick, rapid thrusts.

She felt that wonderful feeling build inside her and she let go of the metal and reached behind her, but she couldn't reach him in this position.

She wanted to touch him so badly, but she didn't want to interrupt the perfect hard pace as he slammed his body into hers, the sound of flesh clapping together filling the room.

She was about to breathlessly request that she turn around so she could get her hands on him, but then his hand slipped down to her clit and began pressing on it hard.

She let out a moan that was loud and unapologetic. He glanced at the door, impressed with himself that he could multitask like he was.

He rubbed her clit again and felt her walls contract around him as she came. Monica felt her knees go weak, so she grabbed the metal shelf again and was really glad one of his arms were around her to keep her from falling.

He tightened his grip on her as he came, trying to control his intense desire to squeeze her hip that he held in his left hand.

He wanted so badly to fall back in his exhaustion, but he knew that the metal shelves in the storage closet they'd found themselves in would not feel good when they jabbed into his back.

"Oh my God," he panted, then looked at the floor behind him, "I gotta sit down," he said, finally giving in to his weak limbs. He pulled out of her, which made her gasp a little again, then slowly sat down on the floor.

She turned around watched him then managed to bend over and pull her undergarments back up, "You okay?" She asked, trying not to smirk at him.

To her surprise, he chuckled lowly, "I don't know why you think I wouldn't be okay," he said.

She smiled and pursed her lips together, then chuckled, "No reason," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Matter of fact," he said, and reached up and wrapped his hand around her thigh, "if you come sit on my lap, we could go again."

She bit her bottom lip, feeling his hand burn through her pantyhose. She'd really love it if he'd just slide it upward and use those magical fingers on her still-sensitive flesh.

But she shook her head, disappointment flooding through her veins at the situation they were in. Who knew when a hospital worker would come to the closet for linens and find them having sex? She'd be mortified.

"We can't," she answered, shaking her head, "someone could find us and we should go check on the baby progress."

She watched him as he frowned at her, then nodded. He knew she was right, they should't take the chance, but that didn't mean he liked it.

"Okay," he said, then slid his hand all the way down her leg.

She smiled and held out her hand to help him stand, "I'll make it up to you," she whispered when he was on his feet again.

"Hmmm," he replied, then pulled up his clothes and leaned down to her neck, "tell me how you plan on doing that."

He attached his soft lips to that spot she loved for him to kiss on her neck, then pulled her close when he didn't move back.

She moaned lowly and slid her hands up his back, over his neck and into his hair, encouraging the contact, "If I did," she answered him breathlessly, "you'd probably be excited again." She ground her hips into his to prove her point, and he growled as a response.

"Fine," he murmured against her skin, then sucked lightly before he pulled his mouth away, "but I'll expect my make up sex."

She grinned at him and moved her hands from his hair, "Come on, we should get back out there."

He chuckled lowly, "You might want to button this up," he pointed to her dress, where two of the buttons were undone.

She looked down and laughed a little, "Oh yeah."

"That's a tale-tale sign that we just had sex, for sure." He pulled his zipper on his sweatshirt back to the way he had it before she ran her hands all over him.

"There's a bathroom down the hall just a ways," she told him, "if you want to clean up before getting back to the waiting room."

"Yeah," he said, then walked behind her as she began to walk toward the door. He grabbed her hand, "Hey," he said, stopping her just as her hand connected with the knob, "I forgot to tell you how incredible you are."

She tilted her head at him, blushed, then moved into him and kissed his cheek, "Right back at you."

He grinned as she let go of his hand and opened the door a crack, checking to make sure the coast was clear before she slipped out into the hallway. A moment later, he did the same, but turned the opposite way of her and made his way to the bathroom.

Monica lifted her hands and readjusted her clip that held her hair up when she walked back into the waiting room she was in before, finding it empty. She looked around curiously, wondering where Joey, Phoebe, and Rachel were.

Still puzzled, she walked to one of the chairs and sat down, adjusting her bra as she did so. It was slightly crooked because Chandler had his hands all over her body.

God, she loved his hands on her.

He was so good at touching her. His large hands and long fingers caressed her skin soft and firm at the same time.

A tingle ran through and she shivered as she thought about their closet adventure. Thank God they didn't get caught, but that possibility as well as Chandler slamming into her from behind made it that much better, exciting.

Thrilling.

Chandler entered the waiting room a few minutes later, stopping just as Monica did and observed the emptiness.

"Where is everybody?" He asked.

Monica smirked and shrugged, "I don't know. I was with you."

He lifted his eyebrows at her, "So, we're alone," he leaned on her chair, his arms on either side of her as he leaned down close, "maybe we could have a little more fun."

She turned her head, "I think this is a little too public, considering our friends could back any second."

He grinned at her, "I don't care if they see."

She lifted a hand and cupped his face, then dragged her finger down to his lips, "Is that how you want all of our friends to find out what we've been up to?"

Chandler's face fell, making her giggle. A million thoughts raced through his mind, particularly how her brother might react if Ross found out Chandler was having a lot of sex with his little sister as a hobby.

He stood up straight and crossed his arms, "You're right, probably not a good idea," he said as a nervous chuckle escaped his lips.

She shook her head, still chuckling at him, "Not at all." She watched as he nodded back at her, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Damn, he had a way of getting to her, and the part that frustrated her the most was that he didn't even know it.

She took a moment to wonder if she got to him like he did to her. She shook her head and lifted her arm to touch his in order to draw his attention back down to her. "But, I'll take a rain check if you're offering," she whispered, and he grinned at her.

"Anytime you want, babe," he said, rubbing his hand over hers.

A few moments later, as she began to walk around to look around for their seemed-to-have-vanished friends, she tried to ignore the thoughts and feelings that were once again entering into her mind.

She was finding that task incredibly hard lately.