A/N: SEX! To everyone who left me comments… you made my week. Also, it's come to my attention that the Ross and Rachel breakup comes after TOW the Giant Poking Device. So we'll just pretend I'm right. =)

Rating: R

Paring: Chandler / Phoebe, Ross / Rachel

Disclaimer: If I had any connection with Friends, do you REALLY think I'd be writing this story?

Chapter Two – Worth the Wait

When Ross finally made his way out of Chandler's apartment, he looked just as bereaved, if not more so, than when he walked in. Chandler had no words of advice for him – and not even as many sarcastic comments as a conversation would normally entail. Chandler was never good at knowing what to do in these situations, so he just listened as Ross grieved over his fallen relationship, and the love he still harbored for Rachel.

After Ross was gone, Chandler sat alone on a stool next to the counter, and his mind disconnected in a thousand different directions. On one hand, a part of his thoughts were on Phoebe, and the situation they were in when Ross interrupted. He couldn't help but wonder how far she planned on letting this go until she came to her senses… if she ever did. After all, this was Phoebe. 

The rest of his mind was trapped with Ross and his problems. That's what came with having so many close friends – you always found yourself connecting to their problems until you take them on yourself. So now Chandler sat, thinking about Ross and Rachel, and how even now he believed they were meant to be together.

And then it hit him again, like a thousand bricks falling on a helpless victim, how hurt he was when he learned of Janice kissing her ex husband. He could only imagine the intensity of pain Rachel must have felt at Ross's recreancy.

The more Chandler sat and thought, the more he needed to pull himself away. He grabbed his keys and gladly left the apartment, locking the door behind him.

[…]

Phoebe sat alone on the big orange couch of central perk, her head resting against the back of it. Her breathing was steady and even, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips as though she were in the midst of some beautiful dream from which she never wanted to awaken.

That's how she looked when Chandler found her, and his first thought was to wonder if she was thinking about him. Silently, coffee mug in hand, he lowered himself next to her on the couch, careful not to disturb her seemingly content form. After he sat for a good five minutes, occasionally glancing towards her as he sipped from the ceramic cup, she finally spoke without ever opening her eyes.

"Is he gone?"

Chandler nodded, and then realized she couldn't see him. "Yes, Elvis has left the building."

She opened her eyes and sat up a little. "Is he okay?"

Chandler shook his head and left that as his answer. She sighed, reached forward, and picked a piece of lint off of his shirt.

"You look doochy."

Chandler's head did a double take. "I'm… doochy, Pheebs?"

"Well, yeah, you know. Sad. Your Aura is dirty."

He smirked. "Maybe you should cleanse it for me."

Her eyes lit up. "Really? You'd let me do that?"

"Well, that depends on what'd I'd have to do."

She smirked as well and leaned over, whispering something in his ear. His eyes widened and he shifted on the couch, grabbing a pillow to rest firmly on his lap.

"I… definitely think you should cleanse it."

She took the coffee cup out of his hand and took a sip, then wrinkled her nose. "Ew! Milk!" She scraped her tongue with her teeth and shoved the coffee cup back towards him, her lips twisting in disgust.

"That's right, Pheebs. The creamy white stuff that goes in coffee and other yummy things?"

She growled and shoved his shoulder with her own. "Do you want your aura to stay dirty?"

"No! No, I'm sorry, here, shall I get you some water?"

She shook her head. "No, but, do you want to go back to my apartment?"

He grinned. "Uh huh."

She jumped up and waited as he set his coffee down on the table in front of them, jumping up and down to release some of the pent up energy that pooled while she sat. After depositing some money as a tip on the table, Chandler joined Phoebe as they made their exit.

[…]

There were no candles, no Frank Sinatra playing in the background. No satin sheets, no lingerie, not even a bed. Just a light green couch and the sound of mouths and tongues playing an unrehearsed symphony of kisses, and hands traveling over territory never before explored.

Phoebe lay on her back, legs wrapped around Chandler's waist. All clothes except for a few pieces of underwear had already been discarded and left a trail from the door, to Phoebe's couch. Phoebe's creamy skin felt hot against Chandler's touch, her breasts inviting as they rose and fell with every heavy inhale of breath. At this moment, he had never hated anything more than that lacy, revealing blue bra.

Phoebe's hands were having fun of their own as they explored Chandler's body. He was soft, yet rough at the same time, a perfect blend of sleekness and masculinity. His body arched against her fingertips as they searched him, dipping below his boxers, taking him in her hand beneath the cotton fabric.

She stroked and tugged and squeezed, and he hissed with every teasing flick of her thumb. His hips made circles towards her hand until he forced her to stop with a grunt.

"Close. Too close."

Phoebe understood and withdrew. He whimpered at the loss and watched her from behind hooded lids as her hands lifted to unclasp her bra from behind. Chandler's breath caught in his throat as the cloth was discarded, and her hand moved to the back of his head as it dipped down to capture a nipple between his lips, her fingers curling through his hair.

Her foot lifted and she pushed at the cloth of his boxers with her toes. "Off…"

His head came back for a nod and he lifted himself up, long enough to slide the fabric down his hips and discard them across the room with a kick. He hovered over her, pulling down her panties, dropping his nose to her thighs to inhale deeply her erotic, pungent scent.

She mewled, lifted her hips, and closed her eyes when his mouth moved further south, tongue making a teasing stroke against her. Her fingers dug into his shoulder, begging for more, and he complied with another lick of his tongue. He was more skilled than she expected him to be.

His tongue plunged deep, tasting her, tasting Phoebe, and god she tasted good. He nuzzled her with his nose, and made a few long, slow thrusts with his tongue before he pulled away. He looked at her, his heart skipping a few beats at the site of her face, contorted into beautiful arousal. He wanted to see that look on her face all the time, whenever he was around, whenever he could cause it.

"Chandler," she pleaded, "Please… please, please, please…"

He lifted himself up, positioning himself over her. His mouth found her ear as his fingers replaced his tongue, stretching and preparing her, and he whispered; "Are you…?"

She whimpered and rocked against his fingers, managing to nod her head against the couch. "On the pill."

He nodded this time and pulled his hand back from her, fingers wrapping around his erection, positioning himself over her. He swallowed thickly and slowly eased himself inside, biting hard on his lip to keep from crying out.

She was tight, hot, wet, everything he imagined her to be, only a million times better. He mentally forced himself to take it slow, to keep from hurting her, but the way she was rising to meet him and rocking her hips in slow circles against his hips was making it almost impossible.

She was moaning, and somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear her asking for more, begging him to go faster. He complied, thrust into her as fast as his body would let him, feeling himself going deeper with every thrust.

His mind was a blur, and all he could see was her face, clouded by a stinging drop of sweat that dripped into his eyes. The longer he went, the more his muscles ached, the more his body aching for release he knew he couldn't last.

He threw his head back, his body tensing as he gave a loud cry and collapsed on top of her, struggling for every breath. She whispered his name, trailed her fingers down his back, and kissed the top of his head.

Finally, Chandler muttered, propping his chin on her shoulder: "That was… wow."

Phoebe nodded slowly. "Yeeeeaaaah. Can we do it again?"

Chandler smirked. "Okay!"

[…]

A/N; That was an abrupt ending, I know. But I suck at post-sex and that's all that was in my chapter outline for this chapter so… new chapter soon!