Chapter 6-That Summer
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"Okay," he said stopping her. "Open your eyes."
Monica opened her eyes. She was staring at a small lake. Monica thought it looked amazing. There were Tundra swans and Canada geese, there must have been 50 of each.
"Wow," she said, "It's beautiful Chandler."
Monica stood there admiring the scenery in front of her. She turned around hearing the sound of fall leaves crushing and twigs breaking. Chandler was pushing the canoe to the bank of the lake. Monica had not even noticed when he had walked back. Chandler helped Monica into the canoe and then he hopped in. Every so often when they got close enough Monica would reach out and touch the feathers of the birds. Chandler had brought along a bag of bread which every so often Monica and Chandler would just stop and make small talk while they would throw little pieces of bread to the birds. They stayed out there for a few hours until the clouds got darker and they started to hear thunder.
As they arrived back at the dock Chandler helped Monica out of the canoe. By that time the rain had started falling harder and harder. He tied the boat up to the dock and he turned around and looked at Monica, she was beautiful, he thought. He stood there just admiring the her, he forgot that the rain was falling harder every second, he couldn't even hear the sound of the thunder storming above him. Monica too just stood there looking at him, also unaware of everything going on around them. Chandler blinking and looked away embarrassed. Monica surprised him by taking his hand in hers and they both rushed to the house. When they reached the door they both went inside clothes dripping wet.
"Did you bring a change of clothes," he asked? She shook her head. "I think I can find you something, I'll be right back."
As Monica watched him go to his room she knew it for sure now, she had once again fallen in love with Chandler Muriel Bing, maybe she never had stopped.
"Here," he said as he came back from his bedroom. "You can change in the bathroom up the stairs and you can take a shower too if you want."
"Thanks," she said with a grateful smile and went up the stairs to the bathroom and closed the door. She decided not to take a shower since she just had gotten out of the rain. She undressed out of all her clothes and set them inside his tube. She then put on his clothes the shirt slipped off her shoulder and a bit and the pants were really baggy, but they still fit around the waist area.
Monica silently crept down the stairs. She stood there at the bottom of the steps and watched him light the fire. When the flames of the fire were steady Chandler turned around and looked at Monica. She even looked beautiful in his clothes, he thought. He then turned around again rearranging the logs.
"I didn't hear you come in," he said trying to sound in a normal kind of voice.
"I know, you weren't supposed too," she said.
"How long have you been watching me," he asked?
"A few minutes," she said.
"Would you like a drink," he asked getting up.
"Sure," she said still staring at him every step he took.
When Chandler disappeared into the kitchen Monica walked over to the couch and grabbed a quilt off the sofa and laying it on the hardwood floor in front of the fireplace and sat down. Chandler entered the room a minute later and sat down beside her setting the glasses down in front of them. There was silence for awhile, they sipped their drinks until Chandler finally spoke up.
"Do you remember when you asked me what I remembered from that summer most, well what it is that you remembered?"
She was silent for a moment before answering. "I remember you making love to me, you were my first, and you made it more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be." "I remember being really nervous and I'm glad you were my first."
"Me too," he said smiling at her.
"Were you nervous at all," she asked?
He nodded. "I thought so, I remembered that you asked me if I had a boy friend and when I said yes you backed off."
"I didn't want to get in the way of you two," he said.
"You did though, and I'm glad you did," she said.
"When did you tell him," he asked?
"After I got home," she said.
"Was it hard," he asked?
"No, I was in love with you," she said. She squeezed his hand, and moved closer.
They sat there just enjoying each others presence for awhile.
"It would have been nice to hear from you," he said.
"Well I was afraid if I did write you or something then you would be disappointed, I'm not quite what you remember."
"Your better than what I remember," he said.
"Your so sweet Chandler," she said.
Something at that moment took over Chandler, and he gave into it.
"I'm not saying it because I'm sweet, I say it because I'm in love with you and I always have been," he said. "More than you can ever imagine."
A log in the fire snapped. Neither of them moved. She held Chandler's hand a little tighter.
"Let me get the fire going," he said. He leaned over to the fire place and stuck the poker in, making the fire spread again. He leaned back again and she snuggled up close to him again.
He whispered in her ear. "This reminds me of when we were young,"
"She smiled, she had to tell him now. "There's never, been another, Chandler." "You were the first and only man I ever loved,"
Chandler was silent. Then he looked right into her eyes. And then gave into each other, Chandler leaned in and softly kissed her on the lips. She brought her hand to his cheek and stroked it softly. He leaned in again and kissed her softly and tenderly, she slowly kissed back. All the separation dissolved into passion.
He leaned back and started kissing her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, she then took his hand and guided it to her breast, when she started to undo the buttons of his shirt. When she was done she slid her fingers down. They smiled at each other both knowing of what was going to happen that night.
The next day they spent alternating between making love and just holding each other. They made up for all the years they spent apart. After the day ended Chandler whispered tightly in his arms. He whispered to her, "You are the answer to every prayer I've offered, you are a song, you are a dream, and I don't know how I survived this long without you." "I love you, Monica, I always have, and I always will.
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Thanks for the Reviews, please keep them coming!
Disclaimer: I don't' own any of the Friends characters, nor do I own the story "The Notebook"
"Okay," he said stopping her. "Open your eyes."
Monica opened her eyes. She was staring at a small lake. Monica thought it looked amazing. There were Tundra swans and Canada geese, there must have been 50 of each.
"Wow," she said, "It's beautiful Chandler."
Monica stood there admiring the scenery in front of her. She turned around hearing the sound of fall leaves crushing and twigs breaking. Chandler was pushing the canoe to the bank of the lake. Monica had not even noticed when he had walked back. Chandler helped Monica into the canoe and then he hopped in. Every so often when they got close enough Monica would reach out and touch the feathers of the birds. Chandler had brought along a bag of bread which every so often Monica and Chandler would just stop and make small talk while they would throw little pieces of bread to the birds. They stayed out there for a few hours until the clouds got darker and they started to hear thunder.
As they arrived back at the dock Chandler helped Monica out of the canoe. By that time the rain had started falling harder and harder. He tied the boat up to the dock and he turned around and looked at Monica, she was beautiful, he thought. He stood there just admiring the her, he forgot that the rain was falling harder every second, he couldn't even hear the sound of the thunder storming above him. Monica too just stood there looking at him, also unaware of everything going on around them. Chandler blinking and looked away embarrassed. Monica surprised him by taking his hand in hers and they both rushed to the house. When they reached the door they both went inside clothes dripping wet.
"Did you bring a change of clothes," he asked? She shook her head. "I think I can find you something, I'll be right back."
As Monica watched him go to his room she knew it for sure now, she had once again fallen in love with Chandler Muriel Bing, maybe she never had stopped.
"Here," he said as he came back from his bedroom. "You can change in the bathroom up the stairs and you can take a shower too if you want."
"Thanks," she said with a grateful smile and went up the stairs to the bathroom and closed the door. She decided not to take a shower since she just had gotten out of the rain. She undressed out of all her clothes and set them inside his tube. She then put on his clothes the shirt slipped off her shoulder and a bit and the pants were really baggy, but they still fit around the waist area.
Monica silently crept down the stairs. She stood there at the bottom of the steps and watched him light the fire. When the flames of the fire were steady Chandler turned around and looked at Monica. She even looked beautiful in his clothes, he thought. He then turned around again rearranging the logs.
"I didn't hear you come in," he said trying to sound in a normal kind of voice.
"I know, you weren't supposed too," she said.
"How long have you been watching me," he asked?
"A few minutes," she said.
"Would you like a drink," he asked getting up.
"Sure," she said still staring at him every step he took.
When Chandler disappeared into the kitchen Monica walked over to the couch and grabbed a quilt off the sofa and laying it on the hardwood floor in front of the fireplace and sat down. Chandler entered the room a minute later and sat down beside her setting the glasses down in front of them. There was silence for awhile, they sipped their drinks until Chandler finally spoke up.
"Do you remember when you asked me what I remembered from that summer most, well what it is that you remembered?"
She was silent for a moment before answering. "I remember you making love to me, you were my first, and you made it more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be." "I remember being really nervous and I'm glad you were my first."
"Me too," he said smiling at her.
"Were you nervous at all," she asked?
He nodded. "I thought so, I remembered that you asked me if I had a boy friend and when I said yes you backed off."
"I didn't want to get in the way of you two," he said.
"You did though, and I'm glad you did," she said.
"When did you tell him," he asked?
"After I got home," she said.
"Was it hard," he asked?
"No, I was in love with you," she said. She squeezed his hand, and moved closer.
They sat there just enjoying each others presence for awhile.
"It would have been nice to hear from you," he said.
"Well I was afraid if I did write you or something then you would be disappointed, I'm not quite what you remember."
"Your better than what I remember," he said.
"Your so sweet Chandler," she said.
Something at that moment took over Chandler, and he gave into it.
"I'm not saying it because I'm sweet, I say it because I'm in love with you and I always have been," he said. "More than you can ever imagine."
A log in the fire snapped. Neither of them moved. She held Chandler's hand a little tighter.
"Let me get the fire going," he said. He leaned over to the fire place and stuck the poker in, making the fire spread again. He leaned back again and she snuggled up close to him again.
He whispered in her ear. "This reminds me of when we were young,"
"She smiled, she had to tell him now. "There's never, been another, Chandler." "You were the first and only man I ever loved,"
Chandler was silent. Then he looked right into her eyes. And then gave into each other, Chandler leaned in and softly kissed her on the lips. She brought her hand to his cheek and stroked it softly. He leaned in again and kissed her softly and tenderly, she slowly kissed back. All the separation dissolved into passion.
He leaned back and started kissing her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, she then took his hand and guided it to her breast, when she started to undo the buttons of his shirt. When she was done she slid her fingers down. They smiled at each other both knowing of what was going to happen that night.
The next day they spent alternating between making love and just holding each other. They made up for all the years they spent apart. After the day ended Chandler whispered tightly in his arms. He whispered to her, "You are the answer to every prayer I've offered, you are a song, you are a dream, and I don't know how I survived this long without you." "I love you, Monica, I always have, and I always will.
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