After Ross's second marrige. Emily doesn't end up coming to the airport to get Ross. What happens when Ross and Rachel exsperiance the romance of Greece?

"Please fasten your seatbelt, we are about to land," said the stewertist over the speakers. Ross and Rachel both buckled their seatbelts and popped some gum into their mouths so their ears wouldn't pop. The plane quickly decended from the sky and eventually Ross and Rachel were looking at the beautiful island of Greece. They hired a cab to take them to the hotel that sat on the edge of the ocean.

"Wow," Rachel sighed. "This is beautiful." And it was. Large gardens sat infront of the quiant hotel that overlooked the sandy beach. Rachel and Ross lugged their suitcases inside and went up to the check-in desk.

"Hello," said Ross. "Reservation under Gellar." The receptionist typed away at his computer.

"Ah, yes," he said with a smile. He pulled two sets of keys out from under the desk and handed them to Ross. "You will be in room 132, the honeymoon suit. Have a relaxing time Mr. and Mrs. Gellar." As he said this Ross's face fell.

As they walked away Rachel asked, "Are you ok, Ross?" Ross nodded yes, but said notihng. As they entered the honeymoon suit Rachel gasped. The suit was beautiful. It had a wonderful view of the ocean and was obviously made for a happy couple. Bottles of wine sat on a tray with two wine glasses and the most comfterble bed Rachel had ever seen was decorated in dark red.

"Wow! This place is amazing!" exclaimed Rachel, dropping her suitcase on the bed. "Isn't the great, Ross?"

"Yea...it's great...so romantic...the perfect place for happy couples," he said miserably. Rachel's face fell, realizing how hard this must have been for Ross.

"Oh, Ross, sweetie. If you want we can go back to New York. Do you want to do that?" She had now walked over to his side and was rubbing his shoulders.

"No! No, no, no, no," Ross said, walking away from Rachel and placing his suitcase on the bed. "I'm ok. I can do this! And you know what? We're gonna have fun! Come on! Lets go to the beach." Ross marched out of the room, shutting the door behind him. A few seconds later he came back in.

"Need your swimsuit?" Rachel joked.

Rachel and Ross layed on the beach. Rachel read a book and Ross just starred out at the crystel blue ocean. As he starred he thought of Emily and wondered where she was now. And then he began to think about ways he should get her back...Maybe he could send her a rose for everyday he knew and loved her...He then turned away from the ocean and looked at the women sitting next to him.

He loved the way that the sun hit her perfectly tan skin, illuminating her. And the way that her hair flowed beautifully down her back. He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head

No! Your married! Rachel is your wife now! He thought.

"No!" he then yelled aloud. "Emily, Emily, Emily!" Rachel looked up from her book, giving him a weird look. "I'm ok," he assured her. And she went back to reading.

Later that night Rachel and Ross were sitting in their hotel room, full from the excellent dinner they just had. Ross was sitting ontop of the bed, still glum because of Emily.

"Aw, Ross, sweetie, please cheer up." Rachel said. "Would you like me to open the wine?" Ross nodded in agreement. So Rachel opend up the bottle and popped it open, and poured some into the glasses, then handed one to Ross. They clinked glasses and began to drink. On about their third glass rachel was wondering whether now was a good time to tell Ross about why she went to London in the first place. Eventually she decided to tell him.

"Hey, um, Ross?" Rachel said.

"Yea, Rach?"

"Well...I guess...the real reason I went to London wasn't for the wedding. I went there...to tell you that I loved you still..." the words just flooded out of her mouth. Ross simply starred at her, mouth slightly ajar.

"Wha-what?" he rasped.

"I love you."

The next morning Rachel woke with a slight headache.

What happend last night? She sat up and immediatly shrunk back into the bed, pulling the sheets tighter around herself. She was naked. She was naked in bed next to another naked person. Naked Ross. Suddenly it all came back to her. After she told Ross she loved him again he had kissed her. It was a sweet, romantic, passionite kiss. And, of corse, one thing led to another and here she was the next morning, wrapped up in her sheets. She quickly slid out from under the sheets and grabbed a robe from the bathroom and put it on.

And then, as if it were just occuring to her she thought: Oh my god. I slept with a married man...I slept with Ross.

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