London Excitements, chapter two.
by Vera Priscaleth
Disclaimer: in chapter 1
Author's Notes; Firstly, thanks for the reviews. I know it took me a while to get off my butt and write Chandler's POV, but hopefully it's good and worth the waiting. This time it's first-person, Chandler's point of view, as said. Takes place at the same time as Mon's POV. The London-episode. :)
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My best friend is getting married.
Again.
But that's alright. I, Chandler Bing, hope the future married couple all the best. Yes, may they live happily in bliss forever until the end of their days. May they grow old and have lovely kids, a girl and a boy and I don't even mind if they don't name the boy Chandler. They can name it Joey for all I care.
Because I, Chandler Bing, am completely happy for Ross and Emily. Especially for Ross Geller, my best friend. And my unselfish felicity for the future couple has nothing to do with my guilt of sleeping with my best friend's sister last night.
Six times.
Not only guilty, but also very much surprised I am alive. And I can't, for the life of me, wipe this cheeky grin off my face, when I think about it. Monica, I spell the name silently inside my head and rest my eyes on this beautiful woman's amazing body and I think this isn't happening. Last night couldn't have been real. Why did it happen? Why did we do it?
It's pretty damn obvious why I did it. This attractive woman suffers from a temporary craziness and wants to sleep with me. In all honesty, who am I to say no to her? The next morning reality hits us like an unpleasantly cold shower (which we would've needed last night, now to think of it) and we realize that we're two friends, in bed together. We make a silent promise of "Let's not talk about this, EVER.", but then I guess we both began to wonder "Why not?"
Because, even if I say this myself, last night was amazing. Incredible, hot, beautiful. We weren't thinking clearly, obviously, but even if we weren't, it doesn't take away the fact I am dying to repeat it. And she seems willing as well, I can see it in her eyes and when we walked down the aisle together, the mere touch of her skin made my own skin feel electric, shivers going down my spine in a very pleasant way.
I glance at Ross. He seems happy enough, as the priest begins the read his chapters. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here… Good luck, Ross, hope this one lasts. I return my eyes on Monica and try to wink at her, failing miserably, but deciding not to care. She looks breathtakingly beautiful.
Still, one thought finds it's way back into my brain. Ross will kill me if he finds out.
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Hope this satisfied you. :) How was Chandler, in character, I hope? Thanks for the reviews. I think this is my only visit to Friends-fanfiction, but it was joyous and fun. All C/M-fanfic writers: keep writing! Too bad thecfsi.com was shut down, by the way. That was a real inspiration to a lot of fiction. Review and I'll give you a cup of coffee. :D