Introductions 3
I don't own any of these characters…
After Monica ran into Ross in the stair well, she left the house. She didn't want Richard antagonizing her on the night once he left. She walked over her property and over several others. It was getting time for lunch and she hadn't had breakfast, so she was really hungry. She stomach growled, Mon clutched her stomach hoping that no one around her had heard it.
'What are you doing here?' A voice said from behind her. She spun around to see who this person was. Suddenly she felt uncompforable.
'Mon, what are you doing her? Your five miles from home.' He walked up to her. 'Mon? You okay?' Monica stammered out that she was fine. He smiled at he nervousness. He didn't know that she was slightly scared. She shouldn't be scared though, they were best friends, and now she was nervous around him.
'Wanna go home?' He asked. Monica shook her head no. She was beginning to loosen up as they stood in the middle of a large open field. She all sudden knew where she was.
'I'm on your grounds.' she stated shocked. He smiled and nodded. A distant rumble was head. Both their heads turned towards the sound. A sudden down pour hit them.
'Great two days in a row.' Chandler reached for her hand, she gratefully took it and they headed for shelter.
'Monsieur Bing your home.' Chandler butler, George, greeted him and took his soaking wet coat. He Gave Monica blanket to warm up. The two went into the living room to sit in front of the started fire that roared. They were sitting in front of the fire, Monica was ringing large collections of water in her hair, and Chandler was sipping some kind of drink that Monica couldn't figure out what it was.
'What are you drinking?' she finally asked. Chandler looked at his cup then at her.
'Some tea with brandy.' He replied.
'Can I have some?' She asked not looking at him. Chandler smiled at her shyness then nodded.
'Sure, but don't; tell any one that I did this.' He said to her as he handed the cup to her. 'Don't drink it, sip it.' He told her as she grasped the cup. They were now sitting next to each other, un-aware that they were sitting only inches from each other. She took a small sip.
'It's so warm.' She said taking another sip. Chandler smiled then took the cup away from her.
'Well, congratulations your first REAL dink, well…kinda.' Monica smiled at him, he was teasing her, but she never objected. One of her hand touch his face. They looked into each others eyes then leaned in for a soft kiss. As the kiss became more passionate Chandler lightly pushed Monica back onto the couch, with out breaking the kiss. Chandler was now lying on top of her groping her body. Small moans as his hands passed over her body, escaped from her semi open mouth. Chandler drove his tongue into her mouth, and vigorously massaged her tongue with his. Her hands now held on to him tightly, while his hands slid down one of her legs, and started to pull up her skirt. His cold fingers were now grazing her warm thigh, sending shivers through out her body, begging for more. As they were now really getting into what they were doing, Chandler and Monica heard foot steps approaching from the other side of the door. They quickly pulled apart, much to their demise, and straightened out their clothes. The door opened and the Joey walked in.
'Hey Chandler wanna…' before he finished he noticed Monica sitting on the couch along with Chandler. 'Oh her Mon, I didn't see you there.' Joey turned to Chandler, 'You want to go out tonight, you hock up with some hot strippers? So?' Chandler tensed up, he looked over at Monica, oh god did he want to finish what was getting started.
'You know Joe, I think I'm going to pass.' Monica gave a little sigh with a small smile.
'Why? You could bring Janice, and have a really god time, If you know what I mean.'
'No Joey.' With that, Joey left. Monica and Chandler sat in silence for a moment until Monica got up and walked over the door. She turned around and looked at Chandler as he asked a question.
'Where you going?' He asked trying not the sound to desperate.
'To your room,' she replied, 'Are you coming?' Chandler flew out off the couch and lead Monica up to his room, where they stayed for the night, and most of the morning.
(I know this was sort, but the next part won't be, I promise. And because it took me so long was because I wasn't motivated to type. Other wise I just can't think of anything to continue, but I promise you that I will get the next ones up soon! I haven't forgotten.)