Everytime
Chapter Six: Illuminated
Disclaimer: Care to venture a guess? That's right. I own none of them. Yet.
A/N: Thanks to all the kind reviews, I'm glad you're all still enjoying it. Special thanks to Monnie for her excellent proofing skills- girl, you rock my world. Hee. And thanks to my newest friend Michey, if she reads. Yes, I know Michey now! Woot for me!
See, I can manage a short A/N. Oops, making it longer..... On with the story. Sorry for it's shortness.
*****
Monica lifted the curtain up and peeked underneath, sighing when she saw nothing.
"Where is he?" she asked herself out loud, leaving Chandler confused as to whether he should answer or not.
"Erm..." he said slowly, trailing off when Monica walked out of the room.
He groaned as he got up, and followed her down the hall, leaving the candlelit room behind him, all the aromatic food sitting, and getting colder, upon the table.
Monica slammed the front door in annoyance, after looking out of it for Pete. "Ugh!" she moaned, glaring through the door. "Where is he?" she said again, storming back into the dining room.
Chandler dutifully followed, still bewitched by the way Monica moved as she walked, her dress hugging her body tightly. It was the same one she had worn a few nights ago, when Chandler had almost revealed his secret, but when she had told him she need his help.
It looked like Pete was messing it all up anyway, though.
Monica sat down angrily in the chair by her plate, and ran her fork over the top of it, as if her daring to eat the food would bring Pete back. Chandler sat down next to her, at an empty place.
Monica spoke. "Well-" she started, but was interrupted by the phone beginning to ring. "I'd better get that," she said, walking into the hall and grabbing the phone.
"Hello?" Chandler heard Monica say. "Pete!" she exclaimed, and Chandler sighed. "Where are you? No, it is not okay! I've had a special dinner ready for 10 minutes, because you said you'd be home half an hour ago! Are you coming back or not?" she asked, anger rising. "Well, you know what, Pete? If you're not coming back tonight, don't bother coming back at all!" Chandler sat up at that, his eyes widening. "You said you'd be home tonight. You promised me. I don't care if it's that big of a deal! You made me a promise, and I expect you to keep it! Well, I'm just going to eat the food myself. Pete- no, I- look, just piss off, okay? I don't want to talk to you." She slammed the phone down and walked back into the living room. "Pete's not coming," she said, making Chandler raise an eyebrow in mock surprise.
"I never would have guessed," he said sarcastically. He looked at her downcast expression. "What are you going to do then?" he asked, as she sat down again.
She looked at him. "Well, there's no point in food going to waste... would you stay and eat with me?" she asked.
Chandler laughed. "M-me?" he said. "Why would you want me to stay? It's supposed to be a romantic night between... between you and Pete. Remember, you showed me the - the dress?" he said, remembering the moment.
She frowned slightly. "So? He's not coming, and I am NOT wasting all this food when there's two of us already here... come on, stay..." she pled, smiling at him.
He caved. Completely and utterly. The cave collapsed in one second. "Okay," he said, smiling back. He moved to the seat on Monica's other side, where the food meant for Pete lay.
Monica got up and lit the candle by the windowsill. It was the last one to be lit. The room glowed romantically.
Chandler swallowed. This was going to be extremely difficult for him. He felt his cheeks redden as Monica's knee grazed his as she sat back down.
She smiled at him, her face illuminated in the candlelight. Chandler thought she truly had never looked more beautiful.
But he kept it to himself.
*****
"You what?" sputtered Monica, spitting out the ice cream that had been in her mouth into the dish. "You ate a whole chocolate cake to yourself? You're an even bigger pig than I was!" she laughed, smiling warmly at him.
Chandler smiled. "Hey, I left.... crumbs," he said. "But you can hardly talk- I've seen you eating ding-dongs without taking the tin foil off!"
Monica gasped. "What? Who showed you that?" she asked. Then she realised. "It was Ross, wasn't it? Oh, he is dead!" she growled, but failed to suppress a smile. "You finishing that ice cream?"
Chandler looked down. "Yeah, I'm just... Monica!" he groaned, grinning.
Monica smiled. The phone began to ring.
"I better get that," Monica said, and left the room slowly, looking back and smiling.
"Hello?" she said. "Pete!- I said I didn't want- no, I don't care! No- goodbye!" she shouted down the earpiece, and slammed the phone down angrily.
She stormed back into the room, and sat back down, making gasping noises.
Her hair covered her face. As gently as possible, Chandler brushed it back behind her ear, and looked at her face. The still candlelight illuminated the tears on her cheeks. Chandler slowly touched her face with his fingers, lightly grazing her skin, wiping the tears away one by one.
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening. His fingers froze as he looked back into her eyes. Everything was silent, just for those few seconds as they sat frozen, staring at each other. No birds moved in the trees. No cars breezed past on the road at the end of the drive. No clocks chimed. It was like a montage, a bewitching one.
Monica breathed in, and she felt Chandler's soft breath on her face. Her eyes remained on her face, and she didn't even realise her face was moving forward slowly.
She touched her lips to his, feeling their softness immediately. She closed her eyes as her lips grazed his. He didn't move.
Her tongue brushed his lips, and suddenly she felt his tongue move over her's, and his lips starting to press against her's with increased urgency.
She felt his hands run over her back as she pressed harder against his lips. He stood up slowly, bringing her with him. He moved slightly, and she felt herself up against the table. Their midriffs touched, and stayed together. She ran her hands through his hair, her eyes still closed.
Suddenly, he broke away. She opened his eyes, and saw him looking shocked. He looked at her.
"I'm sorry," he said, and ran out of the room, slamming the front door behind him.
*****
Monica ran into the gardens, the gravel crunching beneath her feet. She saw the gravel thrown up further down the path, and saw Chandler's feet disappearing up the hill. She ran after him, and felt tears beginning to run down her cheeks again.
She reached the end of the pathway, and, forgetting that the grass was soaking wet, followed him upwards. As she neared the top, she saw him looking down at her, frozen at the top. She stopped.
They looked at each other. Her eyes glinted in the soft moonlight. An owl hooted from a nearby tree.
She breathed deeply, and suddenly, he came flying down the hill towards her, his jacket coming free and falling gently to the ground. No sooner had he reached her, their lips were together again, their bodies close, their eyes closed.
Chapter Six: Illuminated
Disclaimer: Care to venture a guess? That's right. I own none of them. Yet.
A/N: Thanks to all the kind reviews, I'm glad you're all still enjoying it. Special thanks to Monnie for her excellent proofing skills- girl, you rock my world. Hee. And thanks to my newest friend Michey, if she reads. Yes, I know Michey now! Woot for me!
See, I can manage a short A/N. Oops, making it longer..... On with the story. Sorry for it's shortness.
*****
Monica lifted the curtain up and peeked underneath, sighing when she saw nothing.
"Where is he?" she asked herself out loud, leaving Chandler confused as to whether he should answer or not.
"Erm..." he said slowly, trailing off when Monica walked out of the room.
He groaned as he got up, and followed her down the hall, leaving the candlelit room behind him, all the aromatic food sitting, and getting colder, upon the table.
Monica slammed the front door in annoyance, after looking out of it for Pete. "Ugh!" she moaned, glaring through the door. "Where is he?" she said again, storming back into the dining room.
Chandler dutifully followed, still bewitched by the way Monica moved as she walked, her dress hugging her body tightly. It was the same one she had worn a few nights ago, when Chandler had almost revealed his secret, but when she had told him she need his help.
It looked like Pete was messing it all up anyway, though.
Monica sat down angrily in the chair by her plate, and ran her fork over the top of it, as if her daring to eat the food would bring Pete back. Chandler sat down next to her, at an empty place.
Monica spoke. "Well-" she started, but was interrupted by the phone beginning to ring. "I'd better get that," she said, walking into the hall and grabbing the phone.
"Hello?" Chandler heard Monica say. "Pete!" she exclaimed, and Chandler sighed. "Where are you? No, it is not okay! I've had a special dinner ready for 10 minutes, because you said you'd be home half an hour ago! Are you coming back or not?" she asked, anger rising. "Well, you know what, Pete? If you're not coming back tonight, don't bother coming back at all!" Chandler sat up at that, his eyes widening. "You said you'd be home tonight. You promised me. I don't care if it's that big of a deal! You made me a promise, and I expect you to keep it! Well, I'm just going to eat the food myself. Pete- no, I- look, just piss off, okay? I don't want to talk to you." She slammed the phone down and walked back into the living room. "Pete's not coming," she said, making Chandler raise an eyebrow in mock surprise.
"I never would have guessed," he said sarcastically. He looked at her downcast expression. "What are you going to do then?" he asked, as she sat down again.
She looked at him. "Well, there's no point in food going to waste... would you stay and eat with me?" she asked.
Chandler laughed. "M-me?" he said. "Why would you want me to stay? It's supposed to be a romantic night between... between you and Pete. Remember, you showed me the - the dress?" he said, remembering the moment.
She frowned slightly. "So? He's not coming, and I am NOT wasting all this food when there's two of us already here... come on, stay..." she pled, smiling at him.
He caved. Completely and utterly. The cave collapsed in one second. "Okay," he said, smiling back. He moved to the seat on Monica's other side, where the food meant for Pete lay.
Monica got up and lit the candle by the windowsill. It was the last one to be lit. The room glowed romantically.
Chandler swallowed. This was going to be extremely difficult for him. He felt his cheeks redden as Monica's knee grazed his as she sat back down.
She smiled at him, her face illuminated in the candlelight. Chandler thought she truly had never looked more beautiful.
But he kept it to himself.
*****
"You what?" sputtered Monica, spitting out the ice cream that had been in her mouth into the dish. "You ate a whole chocolate cake to yourself? You're an even bigger pig than I was!" she laughed, smiling warmly at him.
Chandler smiled. "Hey, I left.... crumbs," he said. "But you can hardly talk- I've seen you eating ding-dongs without taking the tin foil off!"
Monica gasped. "What? Who showed you that?" she asked. Then she realised. "It was Ross, wasn't it? Oh, he is dead!" she growled, but failed to suppress a smile. "You finishing that ice cream?"
Chandler looked down. "Yeah, I'm just... Monica!" he groaned, grinning.
Monica smiled. The phone began to ring.
"I better get that," Monica said, and left the room slowly, looking back and smiling.
"Hello?" she said. "Pete!- I said I didn't want- no, I don't care! No- goodbye!" she shouted down the earpiece, and slammed the phone down angrily.
She stormed back into the room, and sat back down, making gasping noises.
Her hair covered her face. As gently as possible, Chandler brushed it back behind her ear, and looked at her face. The still candlelight illuminated the tears on her cheeks. Chandler slowly touched her face with his fingers, lightly grazing her skin, wiping the tears away one by one.
She looked up at him, her eyes glistening. His fingers froze as he looked back into her eyes. Everything was silent, just for those few seconds as they sat frozen, staring at each other. No birds moved in the trees. No cars breezed past on the road at the end of the drive. No clocks chimed. It was like a montage, a bewitching one.
Monica breathed in, and she felt Chandler's soft breath on her face. Her eyes remained on her face, and she didn't even realise her face was moving forward slowly.
She touched her lips to his, feeling their softness immediately. She closed her eyes as her lips grazed his. He didn't move.
Her tongue brushed his lips, and suddenly she felt his tongue move over her's, and his lips starting to press against her's with increased urgency.
She felt his hands run over her back as she pressed harder against his lips. He stood up slowly, bringing her with him. He moved slightly, and she felt herself up against the table. Their midriffs touched, and stayed together. She ran her hands through his hair, her eyes still closed.
Suddenly, he broke away. She opened his eyes, and saw him looking shocked. He looked at her.
"I'm sorry," he said, and ran out of the room, slamming the front door behind him.
*****
Monica ran into the gardens, the gravel crunching beneath her feet. She saw the gravel thrown up further down the path, and saw Chandler's feet disappearing up the hill. She ran after him, and felt tears beginning to run down her cheeks again.
She reached the end of the pathway, and, forgetting that the grass was soaking wet, followed him upwards. As she neared the top, she saw him looking down at her, frozen at the top. She stopped.
They looked at each other. Her eyes glinted in the soft moonlight. An owl hooted from a nearby tree.
She breathed deeply, and suddenly, he came flying down the hill towards her, his jacket coming free and falling gently to the ground. No sooner had he reached her, their lips were together again, their bodies close, their eyes closed.
