Subtle Feelings

Chapter Two: Showering, Shopping, Feeling Used

Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with Friends

Author's Note:I have yet to get a review, but I'll keep on with the story. A lot of sex in it, FYI. Don't read if you dont like. Please review!!

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Phoebe woke up with eyes shooting open. She looked over at her didgital alarm clock. It was nine o'clock. Her head hurt, she had a headache. She streched her legs, and realized she was naked. She couldn't remember anything from last night past falling down outside of a bar in her silk dress. She looked down on the floor next to her bed. There was her dress.

With black men's pants next to it.

Shit shit shit.

Now it all came rushing back. And it wasn't exactly a bad memory, either. Sure, it had defenitly crossed the border of friendship, but it was defenitly a pleasent experience for Phoebe and Chandler both.

Phoebe felt his warm body next to hers. He put his arm around her hips and she rolled over to face him. They shared a sweet kiss. It was less urgent then the night before and more tender. Chandler moved his hand slowly down and his fingers began to play, teasing. Phoebe moaned. "We should get dressed," he whispered.

Chandler removed his hand and she nodded. "I'll go shower," he said.

Chandler ran his hands through his soapy hair. He was feeling a mix of exhaustion and confusion, he knew neither of them had the slightest idea of what they wanted.

Phoebe sat on the toilet with the lid down. She tried to focus on the tile of the bathroom floor, but couldn't help but steal glances at Chandler's body. What did she expect? The damn shower curtain was basically transparent.

The water stopped and Phoebe wrapped a towel around her body. Chandler got out, still naked. They kissed passionately, and Chandler suddenly became aware that just a thin towel was seperating them.

Phoebe got into the shower and began to run the bar of soap all over her body. Chandler couldn't help but watch. He felt his dick twitch. He attempted to ignore his growing boner and opened the medicine cabinet to retrieve toothpaste. He found where she kept the condoms. Chandler's wild side took a hold of him, and he grabbed one of the condoms.

Phoebe gasped when she heard the shower curtain open, but calmed down when she saw it was just Chandler. He held up the condom and whispered, "I feel dirty again," in a gruff voice.

Phoebe would've usaully cracked up, but God, she couldn't when she was feeling how she felt. He closed the curtain behind them. Phoebe took the condom and put it on the shelf in the shower.

Chandler looked into her eyes and she knew what to do. Phoebe laid down on the cold tiles and Chandler laid down as well. He licked her stomach and planted kisses along her thighs. "Stop teasing," Phoebe growled.

Chandler thrust his tongue into her vagina and swirled it. Phoebe clenched her fists and every one of his thrusts brought her closer to the edge. He loved her moans, her shrieks of pleasure. he held on to her thighs, and sometimes carressed her ass under her. She finally came and screamed his name blurred together, "ChandlerChandlerChandler!"

Chandler crawled up to her and nibbled one of her nipples slightly, but then they both stood up. She took the shampoo and began to wash her hair. Chandler had another idea. He grabbed Phoebe's waist and pressed her curved body up aganist the shower wall. She inhaled the steam and scent of soap.

"Chandler," she whispered in his ear as he licked her neck and breasts, in between moans.

"Mhm,"

"Ever done...anal?" she asked, curiously.

Chandler shook his head no, and though Phoebe was looking straight ahed, she could feel him smiling.

"Wanna?"

She didnt even have to ask. His hands roamed the front of her and he fondled her hard nipples, but slowly made his way down to her vagina. He slipped a finger in. She gasped. Another one. He found her clit and massaged it. She found herself breathing heavily and on the brink of orgasming again. "Oh...This was about..." she bit her lip, "You...ohhhh" she got out.

"It will be," he said in her ear.

When he licked her neck, that did it. "Oh my God...Chandler...Oh!" she screamed. She hoped she wasn't waking her neighbors, but she really didn't give a damn.

She shook her head no quickly. Chandler didn't understand, but did when she dropped down on her knees. Phoebe first planted light kisses up and down his penis, flicking her tongue at some parts. Chandler closed his eyes. Slowly, Phoebe put him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around and bobbed her head. Chandler put his heands and tangled them in her wet hair. She fondled his balls and he felt like he was in ectasy. He groaned loudly, "Oh God...Phoebe, oh..." Chandler came into her mouth. Phoebe stood up and kissed him. Chandler was the type of guy that loved to taste himself from girls. They kissed up aganist the shower wall for a while and Chandler ran his hands down her back and squeezed her butt. She giggled.

"Are you ready?" Phoebe asked in his ear before biting it roughly.

"Yes"

In one fluid motion, Chandler whirled her around so she was facing the wall. The tile was cold aganist her body, but Chandler was hot. Slowly. Chandler went inside of her ass. She was tight at first, but this wasn't her first time. He moaned, "Mmm"

He thrusted quickly, in and out, in and out. He grabbed Phoebe's hands and she rocked with his body. "Having...fun...yet?" Phoebe asked in between breaths.

Chandler orgasmed with a shirl cry from the back of his throat. He released.

Phoebe turned around and faced him. She crushed his lips aganist hers and she took the condom from where it was stored. She rolled it onto his head of his penis. Chandler thrusted quickly, neither of them could wait any longer. "Deeper," she moaned. Chandler sucked her neck and their lips met. They slowed down and it became deeper, more tender, more meaningful. Phoebe orgasmed with moans and Chandler orgasmed as well. Phoebe wrapped her fingers around his hard penis once it was over.

"Clean yet?"

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Soon after the shower fun was over, they both got dressed and went out to meet Rachel. Ross's birthday was coming up soon, and they were all getting gifts. Rachel noted the awkward behavior between the pair, but knew better not to ask questions.

"Okay, so what do you get a dinosaur geek?" Chandler asked as all three browsed the shops.

"Ooh, a time machine!" Phoebe exclaimed.

"Right," Rachel said.

Rachel spotted a petite woman and tall man walking out of a cooking store. "Oh, God, here it comes," she thought.

The shopping trio stopped in their tracks. "Monica, Richard!" Rachel exclaimed.

Phoebe brushed her fingers across Chandler's hand in a slight, unnoticable comfort attempt. He smiled. "Hey, guys," she greeted.

"What are you guys doing?" Monica asked.

"See, when people go out around stores, they do this thing...What's it called? What's it called? Yes, shop!" Chandler quipped.

"Ross's birthday," Phoebe supplied.

Richard nodded. "Any ideas yet?" Richard asked.

All three shook their heads.

"We got a little joint gift," Monica said, lovingly resting her head on Richard.

Phoebe glanced over at Chandler. The hurt in his eyes was flashing. Phoebe didn't know if she felt worse for him or herself.

She felt used.