Sorry updates have been comming so slow, but apart from being unmotivated, I've been a litte stuck.
I have made my feelings clear about this fic and others, but I promise each of them will be finished in due time. You just gotta be patient with my antics. There is some sanity beind them, I promise.
Thanks for the reivews. And for posting this fic and other ones of mine on some of the new C2 listings. It's quite flattering.
Monica leaned her head on top of Chandler's shoulder, looking as though she had gotten a hanger stuck in her mouth. Chandler kissed the top of her head lightly,
"Love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she smiled back, "I'm sorry that I had to be born a Geller. I mean, hanging out with my parents must be one nightmarish experience."
"Well my parents aren't exactly a walk in the park either, remember?" He chuckled a little at his own pathetic family, "Your family's like the Cleaver's compared to mine!"
"Oh come on, we are so not the Cleavers!"
"Well Ross would make a good Beaver, don't you think?"
Monica laughed a little, "And you're supposed to be his best friend!"
"You laughed."
"I'm allowed too, I'm his sister!"
He smiled, and kissed her cheek lightly, "You're so great," he whispered, "I love that."
"I know," she mused happily.
He sat up, and looked down at her warmly, and ran his hand down across her cheek, "No, I mean it. I love you, I love you." He smiled faintly, watching her facial expression brighten with each of his words, "I always thought that'd be scarier to say."
"Funny how some things work out, huh?"
"I'm so glad Ross rushed things and got married in a romantic foreign country where people around us were drunk most the time and saying stupid things."
Monica smiled, "That was a disaster that worked, eh?"
"You betcha."
"So, what are we gonna do today? You know, besides all the sex?"
"Wow, you know, I wasn't sure about putting out, but when you say it like that," he teased.
Monica just rolled her eyes, "We can take out that part if your not in the mood," she threatened.
"No worries here," he smiled, "So, how bout a picnic. In the park. We could hang there for a couple of hours, then maybe drop by my office so I can show you off some more, then drop by your work so you can show me off,"
"I'm sure."
"Why? Don't you think I'm foxy?"
Monica laughed, "Of course, sweetie, all the girls want you! You're part bunny!"
Chandler smiled, "God, I'd forgotten about that."
"That was a good night. I thought we were almost busted, too."
"We've almost been busted a lot. Think about when we first got back and I kept kissing you."
"You think you could have showed a little more self-restraint, you know."
"Hey! You kissed back!"
"No fair, when somebody kisses you, unless it's some crazy homeless guy, or that girl from the Hole's book, you generally kiss back! Especially when it's your secret boyfriend!"
"You read Holes? Isn't that a kid's book."
Monica frowned slightly, "I was looking at books for Ben. And I happened to read Holes in the process. I wasn't sure if it was appropriate or not."
"I'm sure," he teased, "All for your nephew."
"It was!"
Chandler smiled, he leaned down slowly, and brushed the top of her forehead with his lips lovingly. "I love you and all your little quirks."
"Right back at ya," she smiled, "Hey, do you want a back massage?"
Chandler smiled, "I'd love one. I do you, you do me?"
Monica raised her eyebrows suggestively. "I thought that's what we just did."
Chandler just shook his head, "You know what I meant! Get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Yes sir," she smiled, as she turned herself over to allow him access to her full back. "You want a timer?"
"We can just use the alarm clock, I don't wanna move."
She nodded, and reached over to set her clock, "Fifteen minutes?"
"Sounds good."
"So, Joey, how is the acting career coming along? I hear you play Doctor Drake Ramorary on Days of Our Lives!" Jack congratulated Joey, giving him a huge pat on the back.
"Erm-played Doctor Drake Ramorary, played," he corrected, "They ah, kinda pushed me down an elevator shaft after I insulted the writers a little, yeah."
Phoebe gave him a sympathetic nod, "You went out with a bang."
"And a blood curdling scream," Rachel added raising her glass of orange juice.
"So, what's new with you guys?" Ross asked, "I mean, this whole time we've been talking about us, so y'know, it's always interesting to hear about you two!"
"Well, there's really nothing to say, Ross."
"Yes, me and your mother don't have the funds to do much any more, after the whole wedding in London. You know, European weddings are expensive."
"You don't say," Ross took a large gulp of his water.
"Well, I thought it was a very beautiful wedding," Rachel defended him, "Even if the marriage crashed and burned, it was still beautiful."
"Yeah," Joey laughed, "Up until the point he said your name! Then everything went to hell."
Ross glared at both of them, "Thanks for the support guys."
"Well it's true. I mean, what's so hard about saying a name right? Look! I'll do it now! I take thee Emily! Watch, I'll do it again, I take thee Emily! Emily! Emily!"
Phoebe started coughing, and making slashing motions.
"What?"
Rachel gave him a look, "You know Ross, any one of us could have done that."
"Oh, it that one of those times you were talking about where I should just stop talking?" Joey asked Phoebe, who just nodded.
"So, what's been going on in Long Island?" Rachel quickly changed the subject back over to the Gellers, "Any new and interesting gossip we should know about?"
"No, nothing terribly interesting, Rachel," Judy sighed, "Things just aren't as interesting since all the kids on the block grew up and moved away. They took all the good stuff with 'em."
"Ooh, yeah, I remember the good ol' days when we'd used to talk about how we heard Nancy Branson was pregnant with that new guy's baby! That rumor was around for a couple of years," Rachel paused and thought about what she said, "You know, you would think we'd catch on that she wasn't pregnant."
"No, no, after the first three months, we decided she must have had an abortion, and then later joined that cult that Mrs. Silver down the street was running. You know, the one for unwed mothers."
"Oh yeah!"
"Is this how you spent your time while I was growing up, mom?"
"No, of course not Ross! I was busy raising you and Monica! This," she pointed between herself and Rachel, "Started when you were in high school and didn't really need my expert guidance anymore."
Rachel began choking on her drink.
"Are you alright, dear?" Judy asked, concern in her tone.
Rachel nodded quickly, "Yes," she made out through her coughs, "Just went down the," she started hacking again, "Wrong pipe," more hacks, "Y'know?"
"If your sure."
"Positive."
Phoebe jerked her head down, and looked at her wrist, "Oh! Would you look at that! I have to get going, I forgot about my massage client!"
"What?" Rachel shirked out. She cleared her throat a little, "I mean, what massage client, Pheebs. I thought you said you were free today?"
"Oh, well, I can't miss this client. He's my most important client. If I don't go to his appointment, I'll be fired."
"You know what, I should be going too," Joey blurted out, "I've got that date and I really should get ready. I promised her I'd be there early so she can introduce me to her extended family. And the three starving, motherless triplets she took in last year. Out of the goodness of her heart, you know? She's so sweet like that."
Phoebe coughed quietly, to signal him to stop talking again. "So, you know, we're just gonna head out then, wanna catch a cab with me, Joe?"
"Sure thing, Pheebs. Sorry again, but I really gotta go."
"It was great hanging out with you two, keep in touch!" Phoebe shouted as the pair made a dash for the door.
Rachel slumped down in her chair. "So that's why they sent me into the coffee house alone. They were planning that. Dammit," she mumbled under her breath.
"What was that, Rach?" Ross asked.
"Oh, ah, nothing. Just talking to myself, y'know, things I gotta remember to do later."
Ross nodded, "Uh-huh. Sure thing."
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