They Dry Spell
With the lack of penetration and sex, Ross and Rachel had almost become enemies. Petty fights. Nit picks. Everything about one another just seemed to make the other almost result to murder. But mostly, it was Ross trying and Rachel denying him it in every aspect. Frustrated and randy, both resolved to bickering, and every once in a while huge, blowout fights. All for the lack of sex.
"Ross, I'm heating up some left over soup. Do you want any?" Rachel asked from the kitchen. Since it was 2:00 and she still hadn't eaten, she got something to hold herself over.
"Yea." Ross said from the living room. Rachel began to heat the soup in the microwave. Ross entered the kitchen and kissed her from behind. Rachel's eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure ecstasy, but she quickly pulled away. "You know what?" Ross asked. He didn't wait for an answer. "I think you look a lot better then how sick you were a few days ago. We can maybe, move to the room now." Ross suggested. Rachel, over the past few days had used every excuse NOT to get into bed with Ross. She even had to sleep on the couch the following evening just to stop herself from giving him a pleasant wakeup call.
"No. Emma's going to be awake soon." She reasoned. "Hey, why don't you ever where that coat that I bought you last Christmas?" She asked, changing the subject. Ross turned away.
"No. It's purple! What do you think I am? An idiot?" Ross said.
"I do now!" Rachel shot. "And it's an OFF- RED!" She argued. Ross mimicked her and sat down. Rachel looked at the two bowls of soup. An evil thought crossed her mind. She made sure Ross wasn't looking and bent down, releasing a glop of saliva into his bowl. He brought out the immaturity in her. She smiled and brought it out to him. Ross looked into the bowl and then at Rachel.
"Yea, there's spit in that." He said pushing it away.
"What? No there's not! What do you think I am? A bad girlfriend?"
"I do now." He sighed before looking back at his newspaper. There was a knock at the door and Rachel walked over to answer it. Thankfully, she went to answer it.
"Hey Joe, Hey Pheebs." Rachel greeted. They were there to take Emma over to play with them. Joey came straight in towards the food.
"What's this?" He asked. Rachel and Ross looked at him. "Yea, I know it's a bowl, but what's in it?" Joey asked.
"Mon's chicken noodle soup." Ross enlightened him. Joey looked at Ross' bowl that Rachel had spit in. Immediately, he grabbed a spoon and began to slurp the soup. Rachel was hiding the fact that she was laughing, as was Ross. At least SOME people could brighten their day.
"Rach, time to go." Ross said impatiently, glancing at his watch. Rachel soon entered the living room from her room. Ross was of course, taken aback when seeing her enter. She had on a short, black skirt and a white, low-cut tank top. Ross smiled at his girlfriend and walked over to her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "I'm sorry about earlier." Ross said. Rachel gave him a light hug. Ross hugged her also, sliding his hands onto her butt. Rachel began to play with his tie.
"I'm sorry for spitting in your soup." She smiled. Ross sighed.
"Can we PLEASE-"
"Not right now." Rachel said walking towards the door grabbing her purse.
"Come on! It will only take me 3 minutes each time!" Ross joked as he pulled her close to him. For the first time since the bet, Rachel let herself get engulfed with her boyfriend. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him. But then Monica jumped back into her mind and she stopped.
"We really got to get going." She said as he continued to kiss her neck. She finally pried herself away. Ross fell dejectedly onto the couch, symbolizing that he had been shot down. Rachel laughed. "Ross!" She smiled. "Now."
Monica walked briskly down the street on the way home from work that night. She took up her normal New Yorker pose - staring straight at the ground, ignored fellow pedestrians, watching nothing but the cold gray gravel flash by.
Until she heard the laugh. She froze in her tracks, her stomach feeling like it had been filled with ice.
"Oh - my - Gawd! Monica?"
Monica grimaced. Just what I need, she thought. Pasting a fake smile on her face, she turned to her right.
"Janice."
Janice hurried over to Monica, squealing. "Hello! How are you?"
"I'm great," Monica said through clenched teeth. "What about you? How's the baby?"
"He's adorable," Janice gushed. "The husband on the other hand... he had surgery and got his hearing back, and then a few days later, bam, he was gone." "Oh, how strange," Monica said. Janice missed the sarcasm.
"Oh my Gosh, I am being sooo rude," Janice said. She grabbed the arm of the man behind her, whom Monica had just noticed. He was tall and looked like he was in his late forties, slightly bald, and had the look of a man who had once been very handsome. "Monica, this is Oliver. He's a fantastic lover," Janice said confidentially. Oliver turned slightly pink. "Oliver, this is Monica Bing. Her husband is a fantastic lover." Janice giggled and Monica cringed.
"Wonderful to meet you in these terribly awkward circumstances," Oliver said with a British accent.
"Same here," Monica said.
"We just got back from a little rendezvous in the park," Janice said with a seductive smile.
"Really."
"Yeah..." Janice said. She giggled again, stroking Oliver's arm. Monica resisted the urge to gag. "Well, we'd better go," Janice said finally.
Thank God, Monica thought. "Oh, so soon?"
"Say hi to Bing-a-ling for me."
"Oh, I will," Monica muttered. "Bye." She hurried away from Janice and Oliver. As she strode towards her building, she was struck with a sudden, horrifying thought.
Janice is having a better sex life than I am.
Her mouth dropped open. She had a sudden urge to be home in bed... with Chandler.
This bet is stupid, she thought decisively, picking up the pace as she walked down the street. Is it really worth all this suffering just for a stupid bet... a stupid 50$? But for Rachel to win...
Monica arrived in front of her door. She glared at it, knowing that Chandler was inside, knowing that she had a decision to make. She could hold on for a little longer... a week or two... maybe a month... she could beat Rachel... or she could go have sex.
She opened the door and walked quickly over to Chandler, who was sitting on the couch. "Hey, Mon - " he started - and then she got in his lap and began kissing him.
"Wow," Chandler gasped as they lay in bed a few hours later. "Babe - that was - wow."
"Oh, yeah," Monica mumbled, snuggling into Chandler's chest.
I may have just lost a bet to Rachel... but that was sooo worth it.
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Monica and Rachel lay sprawled out on Monica's couch. One exhausted from fighting her guy, and one exhausted from the night before with her guy. Rachel was the first to talk.
"Mon. I almost can't take it any longer. I'm gonna crack." Rachel said in an out of it tone. Monica smiled to herself, knowing that her pain and suffering was pretty much over. She acted along. Badly.
"Yea. I know what you mean. I'm going crazy. But the money will totally be worth it." She ironically. During another patch of silence, Rachel looked over at her friend suspiciously.
"Mon?" She asked. Monica snapped out of her sudden quietness.
"Yea." Monica said looking at Rachel, hiding her guilt.
"You'd uh, you'd tell me if you and Chandler did it." She pressed. "Right?" Monica smiled and turned it into a belly laugh.
"Yea. Totally." She paused, suddenly looking equally suspicious. "Would you?" She asked. Rachel sat up.
"Yes. I would so tell you. What are you hiding?" She asked. "Did you and Chandler have sex?" She asked. Monica scoffed. "Oh my God! You cheater!"
"NO!" Monica screeched. "No." she repeated a little more innocently. "Why would you ask that??" She asked. Rachel shrugged a little.
"I don't know. It just- it seems like you are suffering a little less than me, that's all." She whined.
"Oh, Rachel. Maybe we just need to face it, you're. You're a Sexaholic." She said stone-faced. "I, on the other hand. I can just go without easier than you."
"Monica! That is so not true!" Rachel squealed. "I can go without! I've gone through 9 months with out it!" She said honestly.
"When?" Monica shot in a 5 year old's inquiring tone.
"EMMA!" Rachel yelled. "Is it just me? It EVERYONE on my case lately?" Rachel asked. Monica sighed.
"No. The truth is... The truth is-" No matter how much Monica wanted to, she couldn't lose this bet. "The truth is I've been getting it somewhere else." Monica said in one breath. Rachel's eyes widened with horror.
"Joey??" She asked. Monica winced and shook her head. "Who?" Rachel inquired.
"Uh..." Monica's mind raced with eligible people. "Gunther?" She tried. Rachel sighed.
"I cannot believe you would cheat on Chandler for a bet!" Rachel said in a motherly tone. Monica mentally hit herself upside the head.
"Well, I- I uh, couldn't help myself."
"GUNTHER?" Rachel yelled this time. "Why?"
"Well, I just watched him. Behind that counter. Pouring those Lattes. His, WHITE hair, in the light of the Central Perk. Those strong arms. . ." Monica stopped when she looked at Rachel; she was obviously stuck in thought. What had she got herself into this time?
XOXOELIZABEHXOXO and JenniGellerBing
With the lack of penetration and sex, Ross and Rachel had almost become enemies. Petty fights. Nit picks. Everything about one another just seemed to make the other almost result to murder. But mostly, it was Ross trying and Rachel denying him it in every aspect. Frustrated and randy, both resolved to bickering, and every once in a while huge, blowout fights. All for the lack of sex.
"Ross, I'm heating up some left over soup. Do you want any?" Rachel asked from the kitchen. Since it was 2:00 and she still hadn't eaten, she got something to hold herself over.
"Yea." Ross said from the living room. Rachel began to heat the soup in the microwave. Ross entered the kitchen and kissed her from behind. Rachel's eyes rolled to the back of her head in pure ecstasy, but she quickly pulled away. "You know what?" Ross asked. He didn't wait for an answer. "I think you look a lot better then how sick you were a few days ago. We can maybe, move to the room now." Ross suggested. Rachel, over the past few days had used every excuse NOT to get into bed with Ross. She even had to sleep on the couch the following evening just to stop herself from giving him a pleasant wakeup call.
"No. Emma's going to be awake soon." She reasoned. "Hey, why don't you ever where that coat that I bought you last Christmas?" She asked, changing the subject. Ross turned away.
"No. It's purple! What do you think I am? An idiot?" Ross said.
"I do now!" Rachel shot. "And it's an OFF- RED!" She argued. Ross mimicked her and sat down. Rachel looked at the two bowls of soup. An evil thought crossed her mind. She made sure Ross wasn't looking and bent down, releasing a glop of saliva into his bowl. He brought out the immaturity in her. She smiled and brought it out to him. Ross looked into the bowl and then at Rachel.
"Yea, there's spit in that." He said pushing it away.
"What? No there's not! What do you think I am? A bad girlfriend?"
"I do now." He sighed before looking back at his newspaper. There was a knock at the door and Rachel walked over to answer it. Thankfully, she went to answer it.
"Hey Joe, Hey Pheebs." Rachel greeted. They were there to take Emma over to play with them. Joey came straight in towards the food.
"What's this?" He asked. Rachel and Ross looked at him. "Yea, I know it's a bowl, but what's in it?" Joey asked.
"Mon's chicken noodle soup." Ross enlightened him. Joey looked at Ross' bowl that Rachel had spit in. Immediately, he grabbed a spoon and began to slurp the soup. Rachel was hiding the fact that she was laughing, as was Ross. At least SOME people could brighten their day.
"Rach, time to go." Ross said impatiently, glancing at his watch. Rachel soon entered the living room from her room. Ross was of course, taken aback when seeing her enter. She had on a short, black skirt and a white, low-cut tank top. Ross smiled at his girlfriend and walked over to her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "I'm sorry about earlier." Ross said. Rachel gave him a light hug. Ross hugged her also, sliding his hands onto her butt. Rachel began to play with his tie.
"I'm sorry for spitting in your soup." She smiled. Ross sighed.
"Can we PLEASE-"
"Not right now." Rachel said walking towards the door grabbing her purse.
"Come on! It will only take me 3 minutes each time!" Ross joked as he pulled her close to him. For the first time since the bet, Rachel let herself get engulfed with her boyfriend. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him. But then Monica jumped back into her mind and she stopped.
"We really got to get going." She said as he continued to kiss her neck. She finally pried herself away. Ross fell dejectedly onto the couch, symbolizing that he had been shot down. Rachel laughed. "Ross!" She smiled. "Now."
Monica walked briskly down the street on the way home from work that night. She took up her normal New Yorker pose - staring straight at the ground, ignored fellow pedestrians, watching nothing but the cold gray gravel flash by.
Until she heard the laugh. She froze in her tracks, her stomach feeling like it had been filled with ice.
"Oh - my - Gawd! Monica?"
Monica grimaced. Just what I need, she thought. Pasting a fake smile on her face, she turned to her right.
"Janice."
Janice hurried over to Monica, squealing. "Hello! How are you?"
"I'm great," Monica said through clenched teeth. "What about you? How's the baby?"
"He's adorable," Janice gushed. "The husband on the other hand... he had surgery and got his hearing back, and then a few days later, bam, he was gone." "Oh, how strange," Monica said. Janice missed the sarcasm.
"Oh my Gosh, I am being sooo rude," Janice said. She grabbed the arm of the man behind her, whom Monica had just noticed. He was tall and looked like he was in his late forties, slightly bald, and had the look of a man who had once been very handsome. "Monica, this is Oliver. He's a fantastic lover," Janice said confidentially. Oliver turned slightly pink. "Oliver, this is Monica Bing. Her husband is a fantastic lover." Janice giggled and Monica cringed.
"Wonderful to meet you in these terribly awkward circumstances," Oliver said with a British accent.
"Same here," Monica said.
"We just got back from a little rendezvous in the park," Janice said with a seductive smile.
"Really."
"Yeah..." Janice said. She giggled again, stroking Oliver's arm. Monica resisted the urge to gag. "Well, we'd better go," Janice said finally.
Thank God, Monica thought. "Oh, so soon?"
"Say hi to Bing-a-ling for me."
"Oh, I will," Monica muttered. "Bye." She hurried away from Janice and Oliver. As she strode towards her building, she was struck with a sudden, horrifying thought.
Janice is having a better sex life than I am.
Her mouth dropped open. She had a sudden urge to be home in bed... with Chandler.
This bet is stupid, she thought decisively, picking up the pace as she walked down the street. Is it really worth all this suffering just for a stupid bet... a stupid 50$? But for Rachel to win...
Monica arrived in front of her door. She glared at it, knowing that Chandler was inside, knowing that she had a decision to make. She could hold on for a little longer... a week or two... maybe a month... she could beat Rachel... or she could go have sex.
She opened the door and walked quickly over to Chandler, who was sitting on the couch. "Hey, Mon - " he started - and then she got in his lap and began kissing him.
"Wow," Chandler gasped as they lay in bed a few hours later. "Babe - that was - wow."
"Oh, yeah," Monica mumbled, snuggling into Chandler's chest.
I may have just lost a bet to Rachel... but that was sooo worth it.
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Monica and Rachel lay sprawled out on Monica's couch. One exhausted from fighting her guy, and one exhausted from the night before with her guy. Rachel was the first to talk.
"Mon. I almost can't take it any longer. I'm gonna crack." Rachel said in an out of it tone. Monica smiled to herself, knowing that her pain and suffering was pretty much over. She acted along. Badly.
"Yea. I know what you mean. I'm going crazy. But the money will totally be worth it." She ironically. During another patch of silence, Rachel looked over at her friend suspiciously.
"Mon?" She asked. Monica snapped out of her sudden quietness.
"Yea." Monica said looking at Rachel, hiding her guilt.
"You'd uh, you'd tell me if you and Chandler did it." She pressed. "Right?" Monica smiled and turned it into a belly laugh.
"Yea. Totally." She paused, suddenly looking equally suspicious. "Would you?" She asked. Rachel sat up.
"Yes. I would so tell you. What are you hiding?" She asked. "Did you and Chandler have sex?" She asked. Monica scoffed. "Oh my God! You cheater!"
"NO!" Monica screeched. "No." she repeated a little more innocently. "Why would you ask that??" She asked. Rachel shrugged a little.
"I don't know. It just- it seems like you are suffering a little less than me, that's all." She whined.
"Oh, Rachel. Maybe we just need to face it, you're. You're a Sexaholic." She said stone-faced. "I, on the other hand. I can just go without easier than you."
"Monica! That is so not true!" Rachel squealed. "I can go without! I've gone through 9 months with out it!" She said honestly.
"When?" Monica shot in a 5 year old's inquiring tone.
"EMMA!" Rachel yelled. "Is it just me? It EVERYONE on my case lately?" Rachel asked. Monica sighed.
"No. The truth is... The truth is-" No matter how much Monica wanted to, she couldn't lose this bet. "The truth is I've been getting it somewhere else." Monica said in one breath. Rachel's eyes widened with horror.
"Joey??" She asked. Monica winced and shook her head. "Who?" Rachel inquired.
"Uh..." Monica's mind raced with eligible people. "Gunther?" She tried. Rachel sighed.
"I cannot believe you would cheat on Chandler for a bet!" Rachel said in a motherly tone. Monica mentally hit herself upside the head.
"Well, I- I uh, couldn't help myself."
"GUNTHER?" Rachel yelled this time. "Why?"
"Well, I just watched him. Behind that counter. Pouring those Lattes. His, WHITE hair, in the light of the Central Perk. Those strong arms. . ." Monica stopped when she looked at Rachel; she was obviously stuck in thought. What had she got herself into this time?
XOXOELIZABEHXOXO and JenniGellerBing
