Waiting – Chapter 8

So Right

A/N: I fell today. It was raining in between classes and I had to walk outside to get to my history class on time from Spanish (they're on opposite ends of the world!) and I took one step back into the building and, well, you know how the traction is on Old Navy flipflops… (they rock - $3.50, ya babie!) Anyway, that was embarrassing and then my toe started bleeding (dunno how in the world that happened from slipping) and all my Spanish papers fell on the floor b/c my language notebook is falling apart. Heh. Then, the next period, I asked my French teacher for a band-aid (my History teacher's annoying, I would never ask him for anything. Plus, he wasn't there and we had an assembly thingy that period) and she said she didn't have any but asked where I was bleeding, so I showed her my toe, and she screamed really loudly and scared me. I can't tell if she was joking or not; it wasn't that bad of a cut. -shrug- I have no idea why I just told you guys all that. :p I'm lonely; no one's been online all night even though certain people said they would -cough-Yennifer-cough-. :( Anyway, hopefully this chapter will be somewhat enjoyable. ;) Thanks for all the lovely reviews on the last chapter – do it again and help my toe heal! (I'm so hyper)

'Okay,' Monica told herself, 'Maybe inviting Joey to a session without Chandler's consent was not the smartest idea.' This thought was only re-enforced as she became increasingly aware of Chandler's piercing, accusing stare. 'It might have created problems between the two of them,' she reluctantly realized, 'Or…ohh…' she looked away sheepishly, 'This must have made him feel like a child. He's accused me of doing that before…'

"Chandler?" she questioned carefully.

"Hmm?"

"Would you like – would you like to go on a walk?"

He shrugged, finally focusing his eyes upon the wall instead of Monica, "Whatever."

"Great," she rose and waited for him to do the same before heading out of the office, "It's really a nice day for so late in the fall…"

"Yeah."

The two fell into an uneasy silence as they walked through the building and out a back door. Monica led him through the grounds. As a light breeze washed over his face, Chandler began to realize that it was actually a very beautiful view. The campus, spread out over a few acres, had a surprisingly vast amount of green-land for an institution in the city. He had not cared much to explore before, but now he allowed himself, with the comfort of Monica a few paces ahead of him, to really experience the scenery. He looked skyward for a bit, watching and listening to the birds chirping, as they began their migration south for the upcoming winter.

Monica slowed a bit, until she was walking in step with Chandler. He placed his hands into his pants pockets and stared ahead. She cleared her throat and, after a moment, he slowly turned his head toward her.

"Are you upset with me?" she asked, trying to sound innocent.

"Am I upset with you?" she nodded, "What do you think?"

"Yes," she stopped walking and so did he, "I'm so sorry, Chandler," she put her hand on his shoulder and he recoiled slightly. She then removed it, "I obviously wasn't thinking clearly."

"Obviously not."

"I can make mistakes, too, ya know?" she snapped, sounding angrier than she'd intended.

"I know."

"Okay. Well, I'm sorry."

"All right."

Silence overtook them once more, as the sounds of the soles of their shoes hitting the pavement became clear amongst the incessant honking and squealing breaks of the city surrounding them.

"This doesn't feel like a therapy session," Chandler noted with a hint of curiosity evident.

"Yeah? Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, you're not hounding me with questions," she blushed involuntary and brushed a piece of loose hair behind her ear, "Besides," he continued, watching her intently, "We're outside and…stuff."

"Yeah…is that all right?"

"Yeah. It's better, actually."

Monica smiled, "Good," she paused, demeanor changing to solemn, "Would it completely ruin everything if I asked you a question?"

Chandler shook his head, "I shouldn't have even opened my mouth."

She stopped walking, stopping in front of a small fountain, and searched in her pocket for something, "One second."

"All right…" She was acting unusually odd all the sudden.

Suddenly, she took a penny and threw it into the water. Chandler blinked a few times, before raising his eyebrows, clearly amused. "It says 'please do not throw any money, food, or other objects into the fountain'."

"Really?" Monica wondered, surprised, "Well then, I guess it would be even worse for me to do this…"

Before he could register what was happening, he felt a strong push against his shoulders and, losing his balance, fell into the fountain. For a few moments, he just laid there, completely stunned to his core. Suddenly, he began to realize where he was and what was happening – fear arose and then, just a few moments later, it was replaced by anger. He pushed against the side of the fountain with his arms as he rose to a sitting position and then slipped out of the water, glaring at Monica.

"What the hell?!"

"Oh, oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Monica yelled dramatically, "Here, let me dry you off!" And then, before he could stop her, he found himself once again, drenched, and lying in the cold fountain. This time he rose more quickly, and faced Monica with his hands on his hips.

"Are you crazy?!" she spoke, but he interrupted her, all the while moving as far away as possible from the fountain, "Are you psycho?!" She tried to speak again, "No! I – this has gone too far, Monica!"

"BUT," she yelled over him, "I don't understand what the big deal is. It's just water."

"Just – just water?" she nodded, "You're right – it is just water."

He walked over to the fountain, allowing his hand to graze the gray stone surrounding it. He stopped talking, so Monica cautiously walked over to him.

"If it's just water," he began again, calmly, "Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this…"

With one strong push, Chandler had succeeded in pushing Monica into the water. Her knee-length black skirt stuck to her thighs as she tried unsuccessfully to rise. Chandler walked over to her and pushed her down once again. This time, she grabbed onto his tie, causing him to fly on top of her, face first, into the water. He remained on top of her for a few moments, forgetting the water, forgetting his anger, and stared intently into her eyes. She looked back at him, as she fought against all desire to bend her neck forward and kiss his lips – his face was so close.

"Why don't we call a truce?" Monica began shakily, attempting to rid herself of the thoughts she, as a professional, should not have had, "We'll both agree not to push each other into the water."

Chandler nodded and, with some effort, slipped out of the water. After a moment, he held his hand out for Monica. She studied him for some time, challenging him with her eyes to push her back into the water, before firmly grasping his hand. He pulled her out with ease, and the two of them stood silently facing each other. Suddenly, Chandler cleared his throat uncomfortably and turned away.

"What?"

"Uh, it's just," he cleared his throat again, "Your shirt – it's…well…"

Monica looked down, realizing that she had removed her black jacket before they left the building, leaving on only a white button down blouse, which now, with the water, had become see-through. She blushed and crossed her arms discreetly over her chest. Chandler slipped his wet suit jacket off of his shoulders and offered it to her. She smiled gratefully and took it.

"What do you say we go inside?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," he answered, trying not to focus on the fact that his coat would smell like her when she returned it, "That's a good idea."

"Urgh," Chandler groaned when they got inside.

"What?"

Chandler brought his hand, which had been resting on the back of his neck, forward, "I'm bleeding."

"Oh gosh!" Monica hurried into her closet and got out a first aid kit.

Chandler laughed slightly, "You keep a first aid kit in your office?"

"Well, it's always smart to be prepared…"

"Yes, especially if you go around pushing people into fountains that, by the way, are not meant to be swam in…"

"That and," she continued, ignoring his sarcasm, "One time this guy kind of came at me with a pen," she chuckled at the shocked expression on his face, "I've had some interesting patients."

"I can tell."

Monica approached him from behind, and, taking out an iodine cloth, rubbed it against his neck. Chandler winced in pain.

"Sorry, but you don't want it to get infected."

"Right," he mumbled.

Once she finished with the cloth, she took out a band-aid and pressed it against the wound until it was completely covered. As she smoothed over the band-aid with her fingers, chills broke out all over his body; he could feel her warm breath against his damp skin. Her fingers mingled upon his skin just a moment too long.

Monica breathed in deeply, "Right," she mumbled, removing her hands abruptly from his skin, "All finished."

Chandler turned around, "Thanks."

"Uh-huh," she answered in a high-pitched tone she did not recognize as her own.

Chandler caught her eye and the two stared at each other for a minute that felt like an eternity. Monica broke the gaze hastily. He was still gazing at her. He just wanted to touch her, just wanted to kiss her. He couldn't help but touch her, couldn't help but kiss her…

"Well!" she stated uncomfortably, "We should probably –"

Before she finished her sentence, Chandler's lips were on hers. The kiss was soft at first – hesitant, questioning. He knew he should not be doing it; he knew he should break away, apologize, and leave her forever. However, he couldn't leave – especially not when Monica's mouth tasted so sweet – especially not when he felt her kiss back with growing hunger.

Chandler pushed Monica against the wall, as her hands ran through his hair frantically. It was not until the moment their lips made contact that the two of them realized just how much they had been longing to be together all along. The anger, the frustration, the yearning, all came together as Chandler kissed Monica's neck and fumbled with the buttons of her still-damp blouse. Once he unbuttoned her shirt, he pushed it, along with his jacket that she had been wearing, off her shoulders. Monica lifted Chandler's head and met his lips with hers, before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. What she was doing might have been wrong, but she couldn't stop. She had never done something so wrong that felt so utterly right.

Monica removed her hands from his neck and ripped his shirt off his body, causing buttons to fly all over the ground. As he allowed her hands to graze his chest, Chandler removed her bra and licked, kissed, and nibbled at her pale skin. After a moment, though, his lips made their way back up her neck before he stopped all together. She ceased her own affectionate kisses to look at him curiously.

He took his index finger and brushed a strand of stray hair behind her ear, as he had constantly watched her do. She smiled and blushed. He reached his hands behind her head and, struggling, removed the clip that held her hair up in a bun. He watched as her dark hair tumbled down and framed her face, the smell of her shampoo filling his nostrils. Remembering the day she had come to visit him in the hospital – the first time he had seen her with her hair down – he hugged her small frame tightly against his body and kissed her again.

She pulled away slightly, removing his pants and boxers in one swift motion, before rejoining even closer than before. His hands drifted slowly down to her thighs, hovering slightly above her stocking-covered skin. Monica's hands explored his body hastily and she felt the warmth of his skin against hers. Still not quite touching her, his hands reached up inside her skirt before pausing. They kissed again, the strokes of his tongue slow and hard against hers. Suddenly, he felt warm tears fall from her eyes as they slipped down upon his own chest. He pulled away and stared puzzlingly into her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he whispered, breaking the silence neither had noticed before, "I'll stop."

"No, no, don't," she sniffed and kissed his lips softly, "I've just been waiting for this for so long."

Normally, he would have been shocked to hear those words, but all he could focus on was the sight of the woman in front of him. He embraced her once more, slipping his hands again under her skirt and removing her stockings and panties, "Me too."

"Really?"

He nodded against her neck before kissing the taunt skin once more. She felt his nose prod against her neck before his lips once again found hers. He kissed her lightly, showing her that there was more to this than desire. With his kiss, she was assured that she was not just a prize - he was not just kissing her in order to gloat that he had 'nailed a shrink.' Why had she waited so long for this?

Chandler bunched her skirt to her waist, placing his hands on her bottom to steady her as she wrapped her legs around him. He kissed her again with urgency, and she responded with equal hunger. She moaned as she felt him enter her. She couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Chandler? I have a boyfriend," she admitted quickly, as she tightened her grip around him, hoping that he would not pull away.

Chandler merely grunted in response, before pushing against her with an almost violent need.

Chandler sank to the floor, as Monica rested on top of him. Their chests heaved against each other and their limbs remained tangled in a heap of passion. Chandler began to kiss Monica's skin lightly. His breath against her sweaty skin caused chills to break out upon her sweaty body. Lying there, she had never felt so content. However, the ticking of the clocks on her walls reminded her of just where she was and, no matter how happy she was feeling, that she had a job to do and a façade to wear. She looked up at one of the clocks, inwardly cursing.

"Chandler?" she whispered hoarsely.

He reluctantly tore away from her skin and looked into her face, "Hmm?"

"Our session's over."

A/N: Well? Are we happy? Huh people? Well, I'm excited anyway. ;) This chapter was longer than the last two, since I've received a few complains that they're too short. I'm sorry, last time I checked, reaching over 1,000 words wasn't short, but you all got spoiled with my long chapters at the beginning. :p Well, all right, maybe next time I'll just combine 2 chapters, make them super-long, and take twice as long to update? :p I'm j/k, I'd never do that to you guys. BTW, I know some stuff (especially about Chandler) is still up in the air, but just be patient. Right, please review! Thanks!! :)