Subtle Feelings

Chapter One: The Party and the After-Party

Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with Friends

Author's Note #1: Post-finale. Phoebe never met Mike.

Author's Note #2: Not for Chandler&Monica shippers.

Chandler Bing walked up to the doorstep of the white house. It was beautiful. Monica's dream home. Just from looking at it Chandler knew it was everything he couldn't give her.

Nobody, including himself, expected him to show up today. But life was alwauys full of surpises, wasn't it? Everyone expected Monica and Chandler to live happily in the suburbs with their little adopted baby, too.

The marriage began it's downward spiral when Erica lost the babies. Monica took it as a sign that they weren't fit to be parents. Chandler tried to tell her it was dumb reasoning, but she wouldn't hear it. The house was so empty with just the two of them, and most of the time, only one of them. They both got very wrapped up in their work. It was their way of ignoring their problems.

Ignorning problems didn't get the couple too far. Soon. they were seperated. Chandler moved out. A few months later, the divorce was final. Chandler moved back with Joey, but was living alone in no time, as Joey left to pursue a better acting career in L.A. Monica sold the house and moved back to the city. And then she ran into Richard, and soon they moved in together.

And now Chandler was at the engagement party.

A glowing Monica opened the door with an equally happy Richard. They put on polite smiles, and even a blind man could see through them.

"Chandler, you made it! Fifteen minutes late," Monica scolded, pulling him into a friendly and uncomfortable embrace.

"Yes, yes, but I brought a gift," Chandler retorted, holding out the wrapped box.

"Oh, 'Happy Birthday' wrapping paper. Very nice," Richard commented, recieving the box.

Chandler shrugged.

"Well, don't wait outside in the cold!" Monica said, beckoning him inside.

The trio parted ways and Chandler looked around for friendlier faces. Faces that didn't remind him of the fact that he had a failed marriage. He saw Phoebe, Ross, Rachel, and two-year-old Emma. He walked over to them.

Rachel was holding Emma. "Hey," he greeted.

"Uncle Chandy! Uncle Chandy!" Emma chanted, squirming in her mother's arms.

"That is my name, unfortunately," Chandler quipped.

Ross laughed. "All kids make up nick-names for people they love," he stated.

"Really? What does Emma have?" Phoebe asked, suddenly interested.

"Um, well, she calls Joey...Uncle Joey, but his real name is Joesph so, there's that. And she calls you Phe-Phe," Ross said, desperately trying to think of more names, "Monica she calls...Monica, and..."

He nodded in Rachel's direction, her signal to help him out.

"She calls Ross Daddy! And me Mom!" Rachel exclaimed.

Chandler chuckled. "Okay, thanks for the lesson, Professor Rachel and Professor Ross,"

"I prefer Professor Gellar. It's what my pupils call me," Ross replied.

"They also call you Professor Pussy," Phoebe teased.

"Phoebe!" Ross exclaimed, motioning towards Emma.

"Oh, like she knows what it means," Phoebe sighed with an eye-roll.

"While this has been awfully nice and inappropriate, I think I'll go eat some free food," Chandler said.

"I'll go take Emma to Monica. She wants to prove to her mother that she's not horrible with kids," Rachel stated.

Chandler made his way to the plate of food and then sat down on the couch. He looked over at Monica and Richard playing with Emma. Monica was so happy. Happier then she had been with him ever since a year after their marriage. The majority of time in their relationship was good, but after a while, things went downhill.

"You deserve a lot of credit for coming here,"

Chandler looked over to see Phoebe plop down next to him. "I know. I gave them a damn blender, too,"

Phoebe smiled. "Look, how about we spend one more hour here, and then head off to a bar and get drunk?" she offered.

Chandler smiled. "My best friend!"

Phoebe and Chandler laughed and she tried to open the door of her apartment.

"Just don't trip like you did out of the bar," Chandler instructed.

Phoebe laughed. "It is so stupid Monica had us wear black tie to her damn engagement party,"

She accomplished getting the door open and the two stumbled inside. She shut the door behind them. They walked to her bedroom.

"Everything had to be formal with Monica. Even our sex life," Chandler muttered.

Phoebe couldn't help but smile. "I bet you got nothing at the end of that relationship,"

Chandler laughed and nodded, sitting down on her bed next to her. "I haven't gotten laid in...a really long time,"

Phoebe kicked off her high-heels. She bit her lip. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or pity or just pure lust, but she never had wanted to do the things to Chandler that she wanted to do now.

"I can help with that,"

Chandler drunkenly turned his head to the side and let their lips touch. He kissed her hungrily, he could taste the beer in her mouth.

Her kisses her intoxicated him. Phoebe grinned devilishly and straddled him, putting one knee on one side of him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her close to him. She moved her mouth away from his and she flicked her tongue along his neck.

Phoebe quickly returned her lips to kiss him, and with her hands she began to unbutton his pants. He took his hands away from the silky fabric of the dress covering her ass and helped her take them off along with his shoes. Phoebe, still straddeling him, could feel his erection through her dress. She didn't expect him to be aroused so quickly.

She began her next challenge and pushed him on his back, working the buttons of his shirt. God, he loved the feeling of her being in charge. After she removed his shirt, she licked at the tops of his boxers. He sat back up and she did too.

"Time to even the score," he whispered in her ear as he untied the strings of her halter-dress.

Phoebe smiled. She got off of the bed, leaving Chandler confused. She slipped her dress down her long body. He marveled her curves and creamy skin. His two new worst enemies were her skimpy black strapless bra and panties. Phoebe sauntered over and pushed him down on the bed.

She gave him a fiery kiss on his lips. "If you want something done quickly, do it yourself," she whispered. Chandler already felt like he could come and neither of them was even naked yet. He had to do something.

They both sat up and got back into their comfortable straddeling position. Before he could do anything, Phoebe slipped her hand down his boxers and wrapped it around his erection. She hadn't believed Rachel when she said he was big a few years back, but now she knew it.

"I have a gift for you," she hissed in his ear.

He kissed her with passion as she stroked her fingers up and down in a pattern. She gave his penis a gentle squeeze, then continued to stroke it. He could barely take it anymore.

"St-stop," he managed to get out.

Phoebe gave him a confused glance.

Chandler took his sweaty hands and unclasped her bra, throwing it across the room. He latched on to her right breast. Phoebe grabbed the back of his neck, her way of approving. Her swirled his tongue around her hard nipple. She lightly nibbled his ear, and he fondled her left breast. Phoebe bit her lip so hard so she wouldn't scream. She was so wet, no other man she had been with had done this so well.

She dropped down on her knees and Chandler knew what was coming. She brought his boxers down and moved her mouth close, but when she looked up at Chandler, he was shaking his head.

"What?"

"When I um... I want to be--"

Phoebe understood and got back on the bed. This time, she let him be on top. They kissed with such fire, Chandler hadn't felt heat like that in too long.

"Wait," Phoebe said. She wickedly turned off the light. She tip-toed to the bathroom and got a condom.

Chandler wasn't sure if he could. He waited impatiently on her bed. Finally, she came back into the room and crawled on top of him. She turned the dim lamp next on her nightstand on. As she rolled the condom on, she explained, "On the pill, but to be safe, I got one from the bathroom,"

Chandler kissed her and turned her over. He slid the lacy offending fabric down her legs. He gripped her thighs but he heard a, "Not fair, if I can't do it to you, you can't do it to me,"

He was about to argue, but at the sight of her naked and sweaty body, he just wanted to be inside her.

Chandler planted kisses all up her body, and then he slowly went inside of her. He thrusted slowly at first, but sped up after Phoebe said loudly, "Faster,"

She wrapped her legs around his waist and made it so he was even deeper inside of her. He had a feeling she would be a screamer. Her first orgasm she screamed and shouted his name, grabbing his ass and gripping him tight. The second time she climaxed she dug her nails into his back and sucked his neck, moaning and causing him to orgasm as well. They both came inside of each other. Finally, he rolled next to her.

She turned off the lamp and laid on his sweaty chest, both falling into a deep slumber, satisfied and pleasured.