It's a Long Fall From Heaven – Part VI
A/N: So...some of you are right...and some of you aren't...we'll just have to see...*evil laugh*
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Monica's following few days were the happiest she had spent in a long time. Chandler insisted on taking time off of work to be with his girlfriend and her son. Chandler and Jonas were growing closer every day, and Monica admired how wonderful they were together. One evening, the three were in Chandler's living room, chatting and playing. He and Jonas were on the floor. Chandler was leaned up against the front part of the sofa, and Monica sat up on the sofa, her legs on either side of him. They were building with Legos. Monica was watching them intently. It was relaxing for her to see them together; At least Jonas had one genuinely decent guy in his life.
"Hey!" Jonas complained, "You're supposed to put the blue Legos with the blue Legos, and the green ones with the green ones! There shouldn't be two colors in one pile, except for the different colored pink ones. You can put those in their own pile." Monica laughed at her son's hereditary obsessive-ness.
"Well, where do you want me to put them?" Chandler asked.
"How about…the trash can?" Jonas smirked.
"Aww, but I like the pink ones!"
"You sound like Mommy!"
"Well," Monica interrupted, "great minds think alike." She leaned down and kissed Chandler on the cheek, and he smiled up at her. Jonas was quiet for a while.
"Hey! I have an idea!" He said, finally.
"What?" Monica asked, exaggerating her interest.
"We should watch a movie!"
"That sounds like a great idea."
"What do you want to watch?" Chandler asked, standing up.
"Um…Is Aladdin okay?"
"Sure!" Chandler had pulled the video out even before Jonas had said anything. It was one of his favorites. Jonas always thought that he would turn out to be just like Aladdin when he grew up. And that was still his dream.
Chandler put the tape in the VCR, and sat down on Monica's left, Jonas on her right. The tape began, and the both of them snuggled up to Monica. She smiled at the attention. Jonas laid his head in her lap, and Chandler's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, and maternally stroked Jonas' hair.
Forty five minutes later, the video was nearly halfway over when Monica looked up to see Chandler watching her instead of the movie.
"What?" She mouthed. Chandler shook his head, smiling. He reached his hand out, and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, before it traveled to the nape of her neck. They leaned in and kissed, quietly and softly. Jonas stirred a little, but they didn't bother to break apart.
Minutes later, the two were still kissing, and the only part of them that was moving was their lips. Jonas eventually looked up to see the couple mid-make out. His face contorted.
"Ew! You guys!" Jonas held his hand up in front of his face, and cringed. "I'm still here, you know."
They both broke the kiss and looked at him with the same eyes.
"We know." They said, simultaneously, before kissing again.
"Okay, okay! I'm going to bed!" Jonas got up.
"Don't you want to see the rest of the movie?" Monica asked, gesturing at the television, where Iago the parrot was yelling something at Jafar, and getting smashed against the wall.
"Only if I don't have to sit and hope that I won't see you two… doing that…again." He said, almost firmly, like he was ordering them. Chandler saluted him.
"Yes, sir! Won't happen again, sir!"
"That's right." Jonas said, saluting Chandler back, before settling back into his mother's lap. Monica smiled broadly at Chandler, and, seconds later, they were kissing again.
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Jonas stood up and stretched while the tape was rewinding.
"Tired?" Monica asked.
"No," Jonas said simply, stifling a yawn.
"Well, big guy, it's past your bedtime." Chandler said, helping Monica stand up. He went over and shut off the TV and VCR.
"Aw, man! Do I have to?"
"Of course you do. We're tired too!" Chandler replied. He caught Monica's eye, and she winked. Jonas caught it.
"Nuh-uh! You guys just want to stay up and talk, like you always do."
"That's right, now go to bed." Jonas' face scrunched up, and he rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but don't think that I'm gonna be a happy camper in the morning."
"Either way, you wouldn't be." Jonas stuck his tongue out at them, and turned and quickly walked off to bed.
"Goodnight, Chandler." He said, deliberately ignoring his mother. She mocked irritation and went into his room seconds later.
"Where's my goodnight?" She huffed, walking up to his bed.
"Right here." He sat up, and gave her a hug. "Goodnight, Mommy. I love you."
"I love you, too." She kissed him on the forehead, and he smiled, and snuggled under the covers, closing his eyes. She walked back towards the door, as she usually did. "Sleep tight, angel of mine."
And with that, she left the room, and went back to see Chandler sitting back on the sofa, looking her up and down. He smiled, and got up to meet her. They hugged, and she breathed in his smell.
"Mmm, you smell really good."
"It's that cologne you like."
"Yeah. That stuff is really sexy." She put her finger on the tip of his nose and smiled.
"So…what do you feel like doing?" Chandler asked, grinning back.
"I dunno…talking maybe?"
"It depends…"
"On what?"
"Whether you mean your son's perception of talking, or actually talking…"
"I was thinking maybe the first one."
"Oh, good. Me too."
"So…do you want to talk out here, or…" Her voice trailed off.
"Nah. We'd speak too loud." She laughed and kissed him.
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Two hours had passed, and Monica and Chandler were still up, and they were indeed talking… among other things. Jonas had decided after the first day that he had spent with Chandler, that he was allright sleeping in his own room. And that relieved them both, to know that he was comfortable in his presence. That… among other things.
They were both lying nude in Chandler's bed, chatting quietly, tentatively holding one another. Monica sighed inwardly in sheer happiness. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the way things were supposed to be.
"Chandler," she spoke, after a moment of silence, "Do you think I'm undesirable?"
"Not at all."
"Liar!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"You sound like Jonas when you say that."
"But I'm serious!" He said, "You aren't!"
"Yeah right."
"Why would you think that thought would even cross my mind?"
"Because I repel men, that's why!"
"You are not undesirable. You're very sexy."
"Why are you so sure?"
"Monica, do you remember what we just did?" He said, almost exasperated.
"Hmm…" she paused as she looked him up and down. "Nope." Chandler rolled his eyes.
"Well then, let me remind you." He said, grinning.
"By all means." She smiled too, and kissed him, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. She broke it for a second.
"You know I just wanted to hear you say that I was sexy, right?"
"Yeah. That and you were looking for an excuse to have sex again."
"Of course." Their kiss deepened, and Chandler's hands descended.
Seconds later, they heard a small noise coming from outside the room. They broke their kiss, staring at the door.
"What the…?" Chandler whispered.
"It's probably Jonas, sneaking around again, silly boy. I'm gonna catch him this time." She laughed, and got up out of bed quickly. If Jonas was awake, she didn't want him seeing them like that. She put on her robe. I knew I'd need this, she thought to herself. Chandler put his on, and they quietly walked out to the living room.
Peering around the corner, Jonas' door was cracked a little bit open. She snuck up to check on him.
Opening the door, she screamed. The den was ransacked. Jonas' bed was empty, the sheets were tangled up, and the window was wide open, a cold breeze blowing in the room.
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I'll bet some of you are actually SURPRISED! *cheers* I hope you weren't expecting that! Unless you just know me too well...hehehe...Anyway...REVIEW!
