Between Us~Chapter 6~Fantasy Becomes Reality

Ok, my cats are so dumb. My brother got a guinea pig like three months ago and they both still have no idea! Aren't cats supposed to have good hunting skills? Well, I guess they're lucky they don't live outside…

Anyways, OMG u guys are amazing!! Thank you so much for all the reviews! And hey, they weren't bad ones either! If you guys keep reviewing like that, I'll be sure to throw a party for next chapter! Invisible cake and party favors…it doesn't get much better than that. (is that enough incentive to review?) No tropical diseases or evil twin Chandlers…yet. *raises eyebrows* Oh, before I forget, I would like to say that if I told any of you that Yen was thinking of not continuing or actually was not continuing Desire, I'm sorry because she is. Hey, I was upset that she wasn't! Luckily, she forgives me 'cuz I'm just so lovable! (right?) Of course, she would've never known if two unmentionable people didn't have such big mouths *coughs* JamieandJulie *coughs* Oh and if anybody knows what wheel barrel style is, please e-mail Yen at sexyyenni@monkey.com. Ha jk that's not her e-mail addy…yet. Warning: this chapter is not for the more…squeamish people (and by squeamish I don't mean faints at the sight of blood. More like faints at the mention of sex;) ) Anyways anyshmays, I'm sick (again:o I'm always sick) and wanna go rest, so please read and review, thanks! Oh, and to Lyss and anyone else who is sick (or in Lyss' case, apparently, getting over the sickness) feel better!

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That morning, Chandler stumbled out of his bedroom in a half conscious daze. The night before had given him little chance to sleep. Instead, his mind was busy processing what had happened. After hours of replaying and analyzing it in his head, he had come to only one conclusion. He and Monica had kissed. Did she want something more? Did he? "Worthless brain," he muttered as he opened the bathroom door. When the door was opened, Chandler heard a shocked gasp. He knew that he should run; yet he was rooted to his spot, merely staring at the sight before him. Monica was there in only a black, lacy thong. His eyes remained locked on her bare chest, studying her curves in blind delight. Monica then grabbed her robe and covered up. He looked up at her flushed cheeks and then looked away guiltily.

"I…I…" Chandler stuttered. Come on! You look like a total pervert now! Say something!

Monica gave Chandler an amused like. "You okay?"

"Yeah it's just…" he looked away sheepishly and mumbled, "I was really turned on." You idiot! Don't say that to a woman who you just saw naked!

Monica smiled teasingly and allowed her gaze to fall, "I can see that."

Suddenly, wishing he was wearing more than just boxers and had more self-control, he turned away and blushed.

"Don't worry, I'm not mad."

"You—'re not?"

"Hey, you've seen more than that before. Plus, it's nice to know that I still have that affect on someone."

Chandler nodded, his throat too dry for words. He was shocked at how easily she had forgiven him. He figured she would've slapped him and then moved out or something along those lines. After all, he wasn't supposed to see his best friend naked.

"This'll just be…" he began nervously.

"Between us."

Chandler smiled gratefully. "Yeah."

"Definitely."

"You done in the bathroom?"

"Yeah."

"All right then," Chandler said awkwardly.

Monica exited into the living room, sat down on the barcalounger, and leaned her head back. She should've covered up sooner. She shouldn't have allowed Chandler to see her for so long. After all, he had a girlfriend. Still, the moment he opened the door, she saw that aroused look upon his face that Monica hadn't seen for so long, and she couldn't cover up right away. Instead, she found that she wanted Chandler to do more than just look at her. She had spent most of the night thinking about that kiss she shared with Chandler, and remembering how it felt when they had slept together in London. He was beginning to turn her on in a way that was horribly wrong. This was her best friend and the man who was graciously sharing his apartment with her. Above all of that, he had a girlfriend! I wish I was his girlfriend. No, no, I don't wish that! Mon, you're talking crazy here. You don't want a boyfriend. You don't want a relationship. She nodded, realizing that she really didn't want a relationship now. She needed to do some intense soul searching before that. Besides, she and Chandler weren't supposed to be together. They were just friends. They had decided that after London. A relationship would never work between them. Not that any of Monica's relationships ever worked out to begin with. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Chandler walked out wearing a towel. Monica feigned indifference and just threw him a smile. In return, he smiled lopsidedly and she had to hide the grin that was forcing its way upon her face. He has the cutest smile.

*~*~*~*

          Late that afternoon, Chandler and Monica were sitting on opposite sides of the couch, watching The Brady Bunch. It wasn't that either of them enjoyed the show. In fact, it was quite the opposite. They both hated the show with intensity. It reminded them of their lonely childhoods. In spite of this, neither changed the channel. It was something to get their minds off of the events of the past two days.

"Did you think Greg was cute?" Chandler wondered, "Ya know, when you were a kid?"

"Uh…no."

"Oh."

"Why? Did you?"

"I'm not gay!"

Monica smiled smugly. "I know that."

A few minutes later, Monica glanced at her watch, stretched, and got up. Chandler looked up at her curiously.

"Where're you going?"

" A Date."

"On a date?"

"Yes."

"Oh, a date."

"Yes, a date." Monica gave him a quizzical look. "Something wrong with that?"

"Nope, nothing at all. In fact, you've just reminded me that I've got a date with Jill tonight, too."

Monica nodded, attempting to swallow her envy. She had her own date. He was entitled to one, also.

"So, who's the guy?"

"Oh, Albert from work."

"Albert, huh?

"Yeah…"

"Kinda a geek's name, isn't it?"

"Well, it can't be much worse than Chandler."

He laughed nervously. "I should've seen that one coming."

"Sorry, it was just so easy."

"Yeah."

After that, an awkward silence filled the room. Neither knew what to say to each other that didn't involve the unmentionable events. 

"Well, I should get ready."

Chandler nodded and watched her retreat to her bedroom. He stared at the closed door for a few moments before running towards the phone. He dialed and gripped the phone nervously.

"Hey Jill," he began in a hushed tone, "How'd you like to go to dinner and a show tonight?" 

*~*~*~*

          Monica groaned inwardly as she listened to her date go off on a tangent about the problems with democrats in the government. If she had been more into politics, she would've been insulted by his bashing, since she was a democrat. Still, she had more important things on her mind. She hadn't been able to get Chandler out of her thoughts all day. She kept feeling his soft lips pressed against hers, and relishing in the memory of his warm embrace. Unconsciously, she let out a sigh; causing Albert to stop talking and eye her suspiciously instead.

"Is something wrong?"

Yeah, a lot is wrong! Monica screamed in her head. You're boring, you're bald, and you're not Chandler!  "No," she bluffed, "Nothing at all."

"Oh, well you haven't really been talking that much."

Well, you haven't given me the chance to. "I haven't? I didn't notice. You're arguments are just so interesting."

He smiled proudly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Loser.

"Anyway, as I was saying, democrats are against bringing religion into the government. I, for one, think it's the only way to…"

Monica blocked out Albert's words, and again found herself in Chandler's arms.

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          "So, why'd you call me up so last minute, Chandler? I thought you had plans tonight."

"I did, but they fell through. So, I figured I should go with what I originally wanted to do."

"See Lion King for the fifth time?"

Chandler blushed. "Well, yes, but that's not what I meant. I meant go out with you."

"How sweet."

She reached out and ruffled Chandler's hair. He raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

"So, how was your day?"

"It was pretty uneventful." However, in his head, he began to laugh at that answer. It was the most eventful day he had in years. He just couldn't tell her about it.

Jill nodded. Suddenly, her cell phone began to ring. She answered it, and Chandler stared at her expectantly. She just raised one finger to him, causing him to roll his eyes in disgust. Her phone call was more important than he was! He watched as she laughed over the phone, and began to drift back to Monica. He closed his eyes and he saw her beautiful face, flushed with embarrassment? Excitement? He wasn't sure which, but imagined it was the second. Then, he pictured her topless again. Remembering her nipples, erect and dark against her pale skin caused his breath to speed up and his mouth go dry. Suddenly, he was jolted back into reality and scolded himself for thinking of another woman while he was out with his girlfriend. He wasn't that type of guy. Still, he continued to see Monica. Ok, ok…think of…the Knicks game you were at last week. The final shot was scored, and we won the game! And then the team hugged and high-fived and… there are Monica's breasts again! He sighed and covered his eyes in frustration. Joey's dirty, smelly socks. He smiled, satisfied. There we go. Ok, Joey walking around in his sweat-covered undershirt, stuffing his face with pizza, and… Monica wearing nothing but Joey's dirty shirt. Damnit! She even makes that sexy!

"Chandler?" Jill questioned.

He broke his train of thought and looked up at her. "Yeah?"

"The waitress gave us the check like ten minutes ago!"

"Oh," he answered distractedly.

"Where have you been?! Mars?!"

He chuckled nervously and answered, "I'm just a little tired." Even though inside, his mind was screaming, No. Much worse!

*~*~*~*

          Monica stood outside of her apartment, with her back towards the door, while Albert stood in front of her. He began to move towards her slowly, and Monica put her hand out to stop him.

"I had a great night."

"Uh...me too," Monica replied through gritted teeth.

He leaned in to kiss her, but Monica turned away and opened her door. However, Albert seemed undaunted by her hostile actions.

"So, we should do this again soon."

"Yeah. I'll call you," she answered quickly, then slipped into her apartment, and slammed the door in face. She leaned against the door in utter exhaustion. He had almost bored her to death with his droning conversations.

"Vote Republican!" He yelled from the hallway.

She groaned and moved into the kitchen area. While she got out a glass from the cabinet, Chandler entered from his bedroom, wearing a gray t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. He was glad that he had learned from his earlier mistake and wasn't only in boxers because she was wearing a strapless, red dress that complimented her perfectly and sent him spinning.

"So, should I be making myself scarce?" Chandler wondered as he looked around the room.

Monica shuddered.  "No!"

"That bad, huh?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

Monica took out a bottle of aspirin and swallowed two pills in one, swift gulp.

"So what about you? Jill in there?"

Chandler snorted.

"I take that as a no."

"She had to go home and wash her hair."

Monica tried to stifle a laugh, but to no avail.

"I know I'm pathetic, but you don't have to laugh at me!"

"I'm sorry, Chandler. It's not the situation. It's just the way you said it."

"Sure…"

Chandler moved into the living room and sat down. Monica pulled up one of the green stools and stared at him.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" he wondered and began wiping at his mouth.

Monica shook her head and grabbed his wrist. However, as soon as she did that, she felt her fingertips burning and dropped his wrist hastily.

"So…what?"

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure. You can ask me anything."

"Well, it's not really any of my business…"

Chandler raised his eyebrows. "Try me."

"Well, I was just wondering…how long…has it been since…well…you and Jill…ya know?"

Chandler frowned. "Why do you want to know?"

"It's been ten months for me, Chandler," she answered, her intense stare unfaltering.

Chandler broke eye contact. "Wow."

"So, how long for you?"

"Uhh…a few weeks."

"A few?"

"The day I thought you left was the last time."

"That's not so bad."

Chandler shook his head. "It was much longer before that."

"How long?"

"Four months."

"Wow. Jill really doesn't want to give it up, does she?"

He chuckled at her choice of words. "Okay…" He sighed, "Nah, she just doesn't find me attractive."

"Oh, Chandler, that's not true. You're very attractive."

Chandler laughed. "Right."

"No, you are! Not only that, but you're really good in bed. What I don't understand is why Jill wouldn't want you."

Chandler's face blanched at her words. "Excuse me?"

"Crap," Monica muttered. "I…I…I'm pretty drunk."

"I can see that."

"But, it's true. I couldn't get London off my mind for a looong time."

Chandler looked up at her curiously.

"Come on, one of us had to bring it up."

He nodded. "It was a great night."

"Yeah…"

At that moment, Chandler and Monica were both at the edge of their seats, faces almost touching. Monica could feel Chandler's hot breath on her face, causing desire to stir within her. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. She pulled back and Chandler stared at her blankly for a few moments. Then, next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, kissing her with unrestrained passion. The kiss was more intense than the one of the night before. Both were demanding more from each other, and in turn, giving more back. Chandler held her tight against him as their tongues fought to demonstrate their lust. Chandler broke the kiss and they stared at each other, panting. Chandler looked Monica in the eyes nervously as he began to feel Monica's breasts through the red material of her dress. She sighed softly and closed her eyes.

"You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear and then began to suck on her earlobe tenderly.

Monica moaned in response. After a moment, Chandler lifted her up and, when he found no resistance, carried her into his bedroom. He placed her on her feet gently and unzipped her dress slowly, causing the red material to fall to the ground around her. Monica swallowed the lump in her throat and hastily lifted his shirt off his head. She ran her hands up and down his chest lightly, causing goose bumps to form all over his body.

"This is just gonna be between us, right?" Chandler asked softly.

Monica nodded as her fingers moved down his body. He grabbed her hands, kissed her knuckles, and then picked her up again and led them to his bed, where they discarded the remainder of their clothes. They made love quickly and roughly, turning their fantasies into reality. He then rolled off of her and on to his side. They fell asleep hugging each other tightly, thinking of neither tomorrow nor the repercussions of their unbridled passion.

Ha! Jenni, was that sex enough for you? You want more? Wow, you are like a horny guy. Hehe jk. So, was that more like what you wonderful reviewers were looking for? Remember, if you don't review, I will pull a BluEyes (still not a bad thing, lol). I thought of a name to the feet stink disease. Smelly Feet Syndrome. Creative, huh? Thanks for reading!:-)