Luv Jones Part I
Eventually a Mondler Fic :)
Hey people! This is my first fic, so read with caution. I don't think I've seen anyone else with this idea, so I'm claiming it. But if someone else has written a fic similar to this, keep it to yourself and don't rain on my parade ok? Here's what you need to know: Ross and Chandler never met in college. Monica and Rachel never lost contact and are living in that kick-ass apartment. Ross and Rachel are dating, and they were never on a break! *LOL* (but on the show, they really were) Joey lives across the hall from Mon and Rach, but doesn't have a roommate, and Phoebe met the gang while performing in Central Perk. Monica has been dating a guy name David for about five months. And I didn't forget Chandler, but you'll have to read to see where he pops up. Okay enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters except David...but I own their personalities in MY fic! *evil laugh* Seriously.
Monica rushes through the door and heads straight for the telephone. She looks at her watch as she dials the number, tapping her fingers impatiently. By the fifth ring she was about to hang up when an unfamiliar voice finally comes on the line.
"Hello?" came the male voice.
"He-Hello?" Monica stammered.
"I already said that," he chuckles at his own joke. Clearing his voice, he continued. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is David in?"
"Sure, one second." Seconds later David picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi."
"Hey. What's up?"
Monica was about to respond when Phoebe walked through the door. She mouthed "hi", before continuing. "Uh nothing, except you're late."
"Late for what?"
"For what? David, we were suppose to have dinner with my friends tonight. Did you forget?"
"Man! I'm sorry Monica, but I totally forgot. I've been helping my friend move in today and it totally slipped my mind." He looked around the room at all the boxes.
"Is he the one that answered the phone?"
"Yeah. Look, honey I'm really sorry," David said hurriedly.
"Well that's ok. We can do it another time."
"I promise I'll make it up to you."
"David, its okay," she laughs. "I'll let you get back to moving in. Tell your friend I said hi."
"Okay I will. And thanks for being understanding Mon."
"No problem." Monica smiled as she hung up the phone, then turned her attention to Phoebe. "What's up Pheebs?"
"So what happened?"
"Oh, he forgot his friend was moving in today. I told him we could go out another time."
"Do you believe him?"
"Yeah, I do Phoebe. His friend answered the phone. He sounds really nice."
"Ooh, yeah. then maybe you can hook us up."
Monica laughed at Phoebe. "Well he did sound cute."
Just then Rachel popped her head through the door. "You guys, come on. Joey is hungry."
"Okay, we're coming."
"Where's David?" Rachel asked as they walked out the door.
"Well....." Monica closed the door.
David carried the last box in his apartment, closing the door with his foot. He dropped the box on the floor, exhaling heavily.
"Hey, watch the way you handle my valubles."
David looked up at his friend Chandler, who wore a smirk on his face. "You should be glad you have a friend like me," he chuckled.
"Yeah man, I know and I'm grateful. And I'm really sorry you didn't get to see your girlfriend tonight."
"That's ok. Monica was really cool about everything and very understanding."
"Great!"
"Yeah, she is great," he said with smile. His friend noticed his far away look, as if he were remembering something.
"You okay David?"
"What? Oh, yeah I'm alright."
"Listen, why don't I cook dinner tomorrow, and you could invite Monica. It's my way of apologizing for ruining your date."
"You know you don't have to do that."
Yeah, I know. It's also a thanks for letting me room with you."
"Come on now bro. We've been friends since high school. Mi casa and all that good stuff."
They both laughed. A couple hours later they were sitting on the couch drinking beer.
"So tell me about Monica."
David sighed and cracked a half smile. "Where do I begin?"
"How about when you first met."
"Okay. One day during lunch, a few co-workers and myself decided to try this restaurant a few blocks from the job. The food was great, and we wanted to thank the chef. I don't know why, but I was expecting this fat bald guy to come out, but it was Monica. I thought she was gorgeous. She has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen."
"Uh oh," Chandler said.
"Uh oh what?"
"Somebody is whipped!," he laughs.
"What?! Chandler you're crazy. I am not whipped."
"Right." Chandler laughed again. "But it's cool David. I can't wait to meet her."
"So what about you man. Are you in a relationship?"
"Nooo. I don't do well in relationships. Maybe I haven't found the right woman, I don't know."
"Well, I don't know what the future has in store for Monica and I, but I've never felt like this before about any woman, in this short amount of time."
They both sat in silence. David was thinking about his relationship with Monica, and Chandler was wondering if he'd ever have a relationship similar to his friend's.
Monica walked through her front door and sighed, glad to be home. Rachel was spending the night at Ross' so she'd have the apartment to herself. She looked at her answering machine and noticed the light blinking. She walked over and pressed "play" and began getting undressed. She stopped in her tracks when she heard the voice on the machine. "Monica, its David. I'm just calling to say that I missed being with you today, and I'll call you tomorrow. I really care for you."
There was a click and the machine stopped. Monica stood there with a goofy grin on her face. "I can't believe him," she said to no one in particular. She walked back over to the phone and dialed a number. On the third ring, Phoebe answered. "Hello?"
"Hey Pheebs."
"Oh, hi Mon. What's up?"
"There was a message on the machine from David when I got home."
"Wow, what did he say?"
"He just said he missed being with me, and that he really cares for me." Monica giggled.
"Oh, listen to you Mon. You're smitten," Phoebe smiled.
"I might be. I really like him, but I feel like he's in a different place than I am. Like things are moving a little quickly."
"Tell him that Monica. He's totally into you, he'll understand."
"Thanks Pheebs. That's great advice."
"Yeah, I know....its a gift."
"Bye Phoebe."
"Bye."
Monica hung up the phone and thought about what she'd say to David. She thought about calling him that night but decided it could wait until tomorrow. She recited her speech in her head until she fell asleep.
(a few days later)
The restaurant was busy with the lunch rush as servers scrambled to bring food to the tables and take orders. Monica was in the kitchen cooking her specialty dishes when a server popped her head through the swinging door.
"Monica, someone wants to speak to the chef."
Monica smiled. "Great, send them in." She wiped her hands and turned around just as David walked through the door.
"Hey! what are you doing here?"
"Hey. I wanted to see you," he said. He hugged her and gave her a soft peck on the lips.
"Aww. I wish I could spare some time, but I'm so busy right now."
"I understand. Listen, what are you doing this evening?"
"Um...nothing really. why, what's up?"
"How would you like to come over for dinner?"
"David, are you serious? You're going to cook?"
He chuckled. "Not exactly. Let's just say I have an in-house cook for the evening. So will you be there?"
Yes, I will." Monica walked up and gave him a kiss. "Thank you."
David moaned as he kissed her back. "No, thank you. I'll see you at 7."
"Okay, 7 it is."
David said good-bye and turned around, walking out of the kitchen. Monica realized that she never got a chance to talk to David about their relationship, and hoped she'd have a chance to after dinner.
At 7 p.m. sharp Monica was knocking on David's door. He came to the door with a big smile on his face. His jaw dropped when he saw Monica, dressed in a red wrap top and black form fitting pants. He looked her up and down several times, and smiled when he noticed her feet in black sandals and her toes painted red. She knew how much he loved her toes.
"Hey baby. you look beautiful." David took her hand and led her into the apartment. Monica looked at him in black slacks and a light blue shirt. "Thanks David, you look nice too." Monica had decided on her way over there to talk to David before dinner. But before she could open her mouth to form a sentence he shut the door, and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. He ran his fingers through her long hair, inhaling her scent. A huge swell of emotions came over him as he held her in his arms. He could go on kissing her forever.
Chandler came out of the kitchen when he heard the door close. He walked into the living room to see David and a dark haired woman in a passionate embrace. He cleared his throat three times before they heard him and broke apart slowly. David smiled at him. "Sorry about that man." Monica took that time to catch her bearings and berated herself silently for falling under David's spell. She just couldn't resist his kisses.
"Hey, its no problem," Chandler said, putting his hands in his pockets. David grabbed the woman's hand and walked over to Chandler. "Chandler, this is my girlfriend Monica. Monica, this is my buddy Chandler."
Monica smoothed a few strands of hair behind her ear and offered her right hand, smiling. "It's great to meet you Chandler."
"You too. David can't stop talking about you." Chandler watched the blush that crept on Monica's face. She's beautiful, he thought. He couldn't stop staring at her blue eyes, and her dimples when she smiled.
"Mon, Chandler offered to cook us dinner," David said.
"Really? that's so sweet Chandler."
"well I know you two were suppose to go out the day I moved in, so this is my way of apologizing for ruining your plans."
"Chandler, you didn't ruin any..."
"Whoa Monica," David laughed, interupting her. "Let him apologize." He rubbed his hands together. "Now what are we having?"
Chandler, David and Monica sat down to a dinner of angel hair pasta and grilled chicken with white wine. David and Chandler talked about old times, and they laughed and drank until after 11. Monica enjoyed their interaction with each other, and it was obvious that they were close. She spent most of the evening trying not to respond to David's hand rubbing her thighs underneath the table, and forcing herself not to smile everytime Chandler looked into her eyes. It was almost as if he were reading her mind. She didn't know what was happening, but she felt a slight attraction to Chandler and that wasn't good.
Chandler cleaned up the kitchen and called it a night, leaving Monica and David alone in the living room. He walked into his room, closing the door. He heard Monica giggle, and smiled slightly. Chandler kept thinking about Monica's eyes and how they sparkled at dinner. He thought about her smile and how great she looked in those pants. He could still smell her perfume, which was light and highly intoxicating.
"Oh my God!", Chandler thought out loud. "It's official. I have a crush on my best friend's girlfriend. I cannot believe this!" Chandler began pacing around his room. He was caught up in his thoughts when he realized that the apartment seemed quiet. He quietly walked down the hall and heard a moan. He looked in the living room and silently cursed his attraction to Monica. She was sitting on David's lap on the love seat. Monica moaned again as he kissed her neck, running her hands through his hair and down his face.
"Let's take this to my bedroom," David whispered.
"Kay," Monica said softly. She knew she should take this time to talk to David about their relationship, but was totally turned on. She rose from his lap. David held her hand as he led her down the hallway. They passed Chandler, and Monica looked directly into his eyes. Chandler stared at Monica, his eyes on her hips swaying as she walked. He remembered the brightness of her eyes, and her swollen lips from David's kisses, and wished it was him she was about to make love to. It was at that moment that Chandler knew he was in trouble.
"Damn," he whispered, before grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment.
David shut his bedroom door and turned on a lamp. He looked into Monica's eyes and said, "I'm in love with you."
Monica was speechless. She had no idea David felt this deeply for her. She cared about him, but it wasn't love.....at least not yet. Suddenly the outside door slammed shut and she jumped. David opened his door and went to the hallway. He came back a few seconds later. "I guess Chandler decided to leave."
At the mention of Chandler's name Monica tensed. When she passed him in the hallway and their eyes met, she felt a strange connection that scared her. She felt embarassed because she knew he heard her and David making out. For some reason she felt guilty, and she knew those feelings would affect her relationship with David, especially now.
"Ah, David, can we sit down for a minute? I need to talk to you." Better now than ever to get this over with.
"Sure. Honey are you okay?" David asked, with a concerned look on his face. This made Monica feel even worse because she knew she could hurt him with what she had to say. She grabbed his hand as they sat on the bed, and craddled it against her cheek. "I'm fine. But there's something I want to say." Monica took a deep breath. "David......."
"David......what you just told me......that means so much to me. I had no idea you felt this way. I mean, I knew you cared, but love? Wow!"
David looked at Monica closely and noticed she was nervous. Monica continued. "I really want you to understand how much I care for you David. I wish I could tell you that I love you too, but I can't.....I'm so sorry." Monica had a sad look on her face. David craddled her face in his hands and gave her a peck on the lips. "Monica, its okay."
"Really?", she said shocked.
"Really. Monica, I realize you're not there yet and its fine. I don't want to rush you. Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, caring woman I have ever met, and I can't believe you're with me. This is overwhelming for me too, but I know you're worth it. And I have enough love for the both of us."
David looked so intense and so full of love that Monica wanted to cry. She felt so luck to have his love. Monica moved closer to David and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear. She spread light kisses on his neck as she did so. Seconds later they were kissing deeply, Monica gliding her tongue into his mouth. David moaned loudly as he eased Monica down on the bed. He gently laid down on top of her and kissed her again, whispering how he was going to pleasure her. Even as the minutes passed and turned into an hour, Monica and David were aware only of each other. Neither one heard the front door open as Chandler stumbled in. They didn't hear as Chandler made his way back to his bedroom, and curse when he saw David's door still closed. And they didn't hear as Chandler whispered to himself that alcohol isn't the cure for a major crush.
Okay, that's the first part. I know it's not much, heck it probably sucks a little bit, but I'm just getting started. Don't worry, it's going to get better. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Part 2 coming shortly.
Eventually a Mondler Fic :)
Hey people! This is my first fic, so read with caution. I don't think I've seen anyone else with this idea, so I'm claiming it. But if someone else has written a fic similar to this, keep it to yourself and don't rain on my parade ok? Here's what you need to know: Ross and Chandler never met in college. Monica and Rachel never lost contact and are living in that kick-ass apartment. Ross and Rachel are dating, and they were never on a break! *LOL* (but on the show, they really were) Joey lives across the hall from Mon and Rach, but doesn't have a roommate, and Phoebe met the gang while performing in Central Perk. Monica has been dating a guy name David for about five months. And I didn't forget Chandler, but you'll have to read to see where he pops up. Okay enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters except David...but I own their personalities in MY fic! *evil laugh* Seriously.
Monica rushes through the door and heads straight for the telephone. She looks at her watch as she dials the number, tapping her fingers impatiently. By the fifth ring she was about to hang up when an unfamiliar voice finally comes on the line.
"Hello?" came the male voice.
"He-Hello?" Monica stammered.
"I already said that," he chuckles at his own joke. Clearing his voice, he continued. "Can I help you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is David in?"
"Sure, one second." Seconds later David picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi."
"Hey. What's up?"
Monica was about to respond when Phoebe walked through the door. She mouthed "hi", before continuing. "Uh nothing, except you're late."
"Late for what?"
"For what? David, we were suppose to have dinner with my friends tonight. Did you forget?"
"Man! I'm sorry Monica, but I totally forgot. I've been helping my friend move in today and it totally slipped my mind." He looked around the room at all the boxes.
"Is he the one that answered the phone?"
"Yeah. Look, honey I'm really sorry," David said hurriedly.
"Well that's ok. We can do it another time."
"I promise I'll make it up to you."
"David, its okay," she laughs. "I'll let you get back to moving in. Tell your friend I said hi."
"Okay I will. And thanks for being understanding Mon."
"No problem." Monica smiled as she hung up the phone, then turned her attention to Phoebe. "What's up Pheebs?"
"So what happened?"
"Oh, he forgot his friend was moving in today. I told him we could go out another time."
"Do you believe him?"
"Yeah, I do Phoebe. His friend answered the phone. He sounds really nice."
"Ooh, yeah. then maybe you can hook us up."
Monica laughed at Phoebe. "Well he did sound cute."
Just then Rachel popped her head through the door. "You guys, come on. Joey is hungry."
"Okay, we're coming."
"Where's David?" Rachel asked as they walked out the door.
"Well....." Monica closed the door.
David carried the last box in his apartment, closing the door with his foot. He dropped the box on the floor, exhaling heavily.
"Hey, watch the way you handle my valubles."
David looked up at his friend Chandler, who wore a smirk on his face. "You should be glad you have a friend like me," he chuckled.
"Yeah man, I know and I'm grateful. And I'm really sorry you didn't get to see your girlfriend tonight."
"That's ok. Monica was really cool about everything and very understanding."
"Great!"
"Yeah, she is great," he said with smile. His friend noticed his far away look, as if he were remembering something.
"You okay David?"
"What? Oh, yeah I'm alright."
"Listen, why don't I cook dinner tomorrow, and you could invite Monica. It's my way of apologizing for ruining your date."
"You know you don't have to do that."
Yeah, I know. It's also a thanks for letting me room with you."
"Come on now bro. We've been friends since high school. Mi casa and all that good stuff."
They both laughed. A couple hours later they were sitting on the couch drinking beer.
"So tell me about Monica."
David sighed and cracked a half smile. "Where do I begin?"
"How about when you first met."
"Okay. One day during lunch, a few co-workers and myself decided to try this restaurant a few blocks from the job. The food was great, and we wanted to thank the chef. I don't know why, but I was expecting this fat bald guy to come out, but it was Monica. I thought she was gorgeous. She has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen."
"Uh oh," Chandler said.
"Uh oh what?"
"Somebody is whipped!," he laughs.
"What?! Chandler you're crazy. I am not whipped."
"Right." Chandler laughed again. "But it's cool David. I can't wait to meet her."
"So what about you man. Are you in a relationship?"
"Nooo. I don't do well in relationships. Maybe I haven't found the right woman, I don't know."
"Well, I don't know what the future has in store for Monica and I, but I've never felt like this before about any woman, in this short amount of time."
They both sat in silence. David was thinking about his relationship with Monica, and Chandler was wondering if he'd ever have a relationship similar to his friend's.
Monica walked through her front door and sighed, glad to be home. Rachel was spending the night at Ross' so she'd have the apartment to herself. She looked at her answering machine and noticed the light blinking. She walked over and pressed "play" and began getting undressed. She stopped in her tracks when she heard the voice on the machine. "Monica, its David. I'm just calling to say that I missed being with you today, and I'll call you tomorrow. I really care for you."
There was a click and the machine stopped. Monica stood there with a goofy grin on her face. "I can't believe him," she said to no one in particular. She walked back over to the phone and dialed a number. On the third ring, Phoebe answered. "Hello?"
"Hey Pheebs."
"Oh, hi Mon. What's up?"
"There was a message on the machine from David when I got home."
"Wow, what did he say?"
"He just said he missed being with me, and that he really cares for me." Monica giggled.
"Oh, listen to you Mon. You're smitten," Phoebe smiled.
"I might be. I really like him, but I feel like he's in a different place than I am. Like things are moving a little quickly."
"Tell him that Monica. He's totally into you, he'll understand."
"Thanks Pheebs. That's great advice."
"Yeah, I know....its a gift."
"Bye Phoebe."
"Bye."
Monica hung up the phone and thought about what she'd say to David. She thought about calling him that night but decided it could wait until tomorrow. She recited her speech in her head until she fell asleep.
(a few days later)
The restaurant was busy with the lunch rush as servers scrambled to bring food to the tables and take orders. Monica was in the kitchen cooking her specialty dishes when a server popped her head through the swinging door.
"Monica, someone wants to speak to the chef."
Monica smiled. "Great, send them in." She wiped her hands and turned around just as David walked through the door.
"Hey! what are you doing here?"
"Hey. I wanted to see you," he said. He hugged her and gave her a soft peck on the lips.
"Aww. I wish I could spare some time, but I'm so busy right now."
"I understand. Listen, what are you doing this evening?"
"Um...nothing really. why, what's up?"
"How would you like to come over for dinner?"
"David, are you serious? You're going to cook?"
He chuckled. "Not exactly. Let's just say I have an in-house cook for the evening. So will you be there?"
Yes, I will." Monica walked up and gave him a kiss. "Thank you."
David moaned as he kissed her back. "No, thank you. I'll see you at 7."
"Okay, 7 it is."
David said good-bye and turned around, walking out of the kitchen. Monica realized that she never got a chance to talk to David about their relationship, and hoped she'd have a chance to after dinner.
At 7 p.m. sharp Monica was knocking on David's door. He came to the door with a big smile on his face. His jaw dropped when he saw Monica, dressed in a red wrap top and black form fitting pants. He looked her up and down several times, and smiled when he noticed her feet in black sandals and her toes painted red. She knew how much he loved her toes.
"Hey baby. you look beautiful." David took her hand and led her into the apartment. Monica looked at him in black slacks and a light blue shirt. "Thanks David, you look nice too." Monica had decided on her way over there to talk to David before dinner. But before she could open her mouth to form a sentence he shut the door, and pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately. He ran his fingers through her long hair, inhaling her scent. A huge swell of emotions came over him as he held her in his arms. He could go on kissing her forever.
Chandler came out of the kitchen when he heard the door close. He walked into the living room to see David and a dark haired woman in a passionate embrace. He cleared his throat three times before they heard him and broke apart slowly. David smiled at him. "Sorry about that man." Monica took that time to catch her bearings and berated herself silently for falling under David's spell. She just couldn't resist his kisses.
"Hey, its no problem," Chandler said, putting his hands in his pockets. David grabbed the woman's hand and walked over to Chandler. "Chandler, this is my girlfriend Monica. Monica, this is my buddy Chandler."
Monica smoothed a few strands of hair behind her ear and offered her right hand, smiling. "It's great to meet you Chandler."
"You too. David can't stop talking about you." Chandler watched the blush that crept on Monica's face. She's beautiful, he thought. He couldn't stop staring at her blue eyes, and her dimples when she smiled.
"Mon, Chandler offered to cook us dinner," David said.
"Really? that's so sweet Chandler."
"well I know you two were suppose to go out the day I moved in, so this is my way of apologizing for ruining your plans."
"Chandler, you didn't ruin any..."
"Whoa Monica," David laughed, interupting her. "Let him apologize." He rubbed his hands together. "Now what are we having?"
Chandler, David and Monica sat down to a dinner of angel hair pasta and grilled chicken with white wine. David and Chandler talked about old times, and they laughed and drank until after 11. Monica enjoyed their interaction with each other, and it was obvious that they were close. She spent most of the evening trying not to respond to David's hand rubbing her thighs underneath the table, and forcing herself not to smile everytime Chandler looked into her eyes. It was almost as if he were reading her mind. She didn't know what was happening, but she felt a slight attraction to Chandler and that wasn't good.
Chandler cleaned up the kitchen and called it a night, leaving Monica and David alone in the living room. He walked into his room, closing the door. He heard Monica giggle, and smiled slightly. Chandler kept thinking about Monica's eyes and how they sparkled at dinner. He thought about her smile and how great she looked in those pants. He could still smell her perfume, which was light and highly intoxicating.
"Oh my God!", Chandler thought out loud. "It's official. I have a crush on my best friend's girlfriend. I cannot believe this!" Chandler began pacing around his room. He was caught up in his thoughts when he realized that the apartment seemed quiet. He quietly walked down the hall and heard a moan. He looked in the living room and silently cursed his attraction to Monica. She was sitting on David's lap on the love seat. Monica moaned again as he kissed her neck, running her hands through his hair and down his face.
"Let's take this to my bedroom," David whispered.
"Kay," Monica said softly. She knew she should take this time to talk to David about their relationship, but was totally turned on. She rose from his lap. David held her hand as he led her down the hallway. They passed Chandler, and Monica looked directly into his eyes. Chandler stared at Monica, his eyes on her hips swaying as she walked. He remembered the brightness of her eyes, and her swollen lips from David's kisses, and wished it was him she was about to make love to. It was at that moment that Chandler knew he was in trouble.
"Damn," he whispered, before grabbing his jacket and leaving the apartment.
David shut his bedroom door and turned on a lamp. He looked into Monica's eyes and said, "I'm in love with you."
Monica was speechless. She had no idea David felt this deeply for her. She cared about him, but it wasn't love.....at least not yet. Suddenly the outside door slammed shut and she jumped. David opened his door and went to the hallway. He came back a few seconds later. "I guess Chandler decided to leave."
At the mention of Chandler's name Monica tensed. When she passed him in the hallway and their eyes met, she felt a strange connection that scared her. She felt embarassed because she knew he heard her and David making out. For some reason she felt guilty, and she knew those feelings would affect her relationship with David, especially now.
"Ah, David, can we sit down for a minute? I need to talk to you." Better now than ever to get this over with.
"Sure. Honey are you okay?" David asked, with a concerned look on his face. This made Monica feel even worse because she knew she could hurt him with what she had to say. She grabbed his hand as they sat on the bed, and craddled it against her cheek. "I'm fine. But there's something I want to say." Monica took a deep breath. "David......."
"David......what you just told me......that means so much to me. I had no idea you felt this way. I mean, I knew you cared, but love? Wow!"
David looked at Monica closely and noticed she was nervous. Monica continued. "I really want you to understand how much I care for you David. I wish I could tell you that I love you too, but I can't.....I'm so sorry." Monica had a sad look on her face. David craddled her face in his hands and gave her a peck on the lips. "Monica, its okay."
"Really?", she said shocked.
"Really. Monica, I realize you're not there yet and its fine. I don't want to rush you. Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful, intelligent, caring woman I have ever met, and I can't believe you're with me. This is overwhelming for me too, but I know you're worth it. And I have enough love for the both of us."
David looked so intense and so full of love that Monica wanted to cry. She felt so luck to have his love. Monica moved closer to David and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered in his ear. She spread light kisses on his neck as she did so. Seconds later they were kissing deeply, Monica gliding her tongue into his mouth. David moaned loudly as he eased Monica down on the bed. He gently laid down on top of her and kissed her again, whispering how he was going to pleasure her. Even as the minutes passed and turned into an hour, Monica and David were aware only of each other. Neither one heard the front door open as Chandler stumbled in. They didn't hear as Chandler made his way back to his bedroom, and curse when he saw David's door still closed. And they didn't hear as Chandler whispered to himself that alcohol isn't the cure for a major crush.
Okay, that's the first part. I know it's not much, heck it probably sucks a little bit, but I'm just getting started. Don't worry, it's going to get better. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Part 2 coming shortly.