She grazed his thigh. Making his skin throb and tingle, he felt like a teenager all over again. Sweat ran from his face as he looked into her eyes as she gave him the pleasure he had been waiting for all this time. He felt her long hair tickle his arm as she laid next to him as he closed his eyes to embrace the moment.
Not yet.
Not now.
Wait a bit longer.
He breathed in and out as he felt his heart beat faster and his skin was burning up. He was too excited to try to stop himself from coming too soon.
'Ross...'. He heard someone calling. He woke with a fright.
'Ross...can I come in?' He heard again. He opened his eyes and had a slightly confusing feeling about where he was and why his hands were down his pants.
He sat up quickly with a quick realisation of the situation, he was in Rachel's apartment, on her coach. Not only that but he had been making himself happy through the night, but it had felt so real, like it was her who was pleasing him. 'Hang on Rach...'. He told her as he lifted the blanket from him and checked for any revealing stains, what would she think of him if she knew what he had been doing. He was ashamed once again.
'I'm just going to go to the supermarket, can you stay here with Emma?' She asked, still on the other side of the door.
He got up from his bed and walked over to the door to open it, there she stood with her hair neatly tied back and her sweats on, but she still looked amazing. 'Course Rach, is she still in bed?' He asked.
She nodded. 'She is...its still early but I wanted to get out early'. She laughed.
'What you laughing at?' He asked her.
'You dont remember anything from last night do you?'
He stopped for a moment. 'Ummm, what happened?'.
She laughed again. 'If you dont know then lets just leave it at this...'. She began to walk away before he pulled her back, 'Rach, what happened?' he asked her again.
'Ok...well lets just say, you were a bit...drunk last night'.
'Oh no...'. He said, grasping his head in his hands. 'What did I do?'.
'You kissed me...'.
'I what!' He asked, looking alarmed. 'Oh god..I'm so sorry Rach...'.
She laughed again. 'It wasnt a big deal, you kissed me then you fell asleep and I woke you up again to put you to bed...'.
'I'm such an idiot...'. He laughed. 'I am sorry...'.
'Dont be...'. She told him. She patted him softly on his shoulder before walking back out. 'Be an hour or so...Have fun with Emma...oh and I'll whip you up something when I get back...' She smiled before heading out of the door. Leaving a stunned Ross behind, he was beginning to regret coming here now. He had landed himself in it, kissing her whilst being drunk was something he shouldnt have done. But truthfully, she hadnt looked bothered by it. If anything, happy.
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The previous night.
Ross knocked back another glass of champagne, unaware of Rachel's eyes focused on him. She was worried in a way as that glass was his seventh glass in total he had taken back, she had no idea he was even capable of drinking that much. She sipped from her own glass and began to watch the television again although the sound was down, she didnt care because there was a strange silence between them which she hadnt quite expected. All day they had been with Emma so tonight was the first time they were alone together, only eachother to communicate with. She placed her glass down on the coffee table and looked over at Ross who had the glass in his hand, he looked completely sloshed. 'Ross...'. She said, getting his attention as she noticed his eyes closing over. 'Uh huh?'. He sprung up fast, dropping the glass out of his hand, spilling the champagne all over the carpet. 'Oh shit..' He cursed.
Rachel stood up quickly to run to the kitchen for a cloth, she had no idea what had got into him. She had never seen him this drunk, well maybe she had but that was probably when both of them were the night they concieved Emma. 'Its ok...I'll just grab a cloth and wipe it up, but I think you should maybe go to bed Ross...you've drank a bit too much...'. She said to him as she returned to the sitting room to clean up the mess on the floor. 'Oh Rach, I'm sorry...look at me'. He sighed. She began to scrub the floor, 'Its just a spill Ross...but your not drinking anymore ok?'. He nodded. 'Ok...'.
She finished cleaning up the mess and threw the cloth on the floor beside her. 'Do you want to sleep here? This sofa folds over you see...or you can have my bed, whatever you want Ross...' She smiled. He laughed. 'Your so good thinking of me Rach...'. He held her hand and pulled her on the sofa. 'I'm so happy to be here with you and Emma you know that? but I wish we didnt have to be like this...because we're too good for this Rach, me and you...'.
Rachel swallowed. She knew where this was leading to, but maybe this was the drink talking. 'Ross, dont say anything you might regret in the morning...Your wasted!' She told him. 'I'm wasted? I guess I am...but it doesnt matter Rach...n..n..nooo, It doesnt matter because I'm with you and you know what I think of you dont you?' He slurred his words here. Rachel put down her head. 'And you know what I think of you Ross...but this is the drink talking...you should just go to sleep because..I mean...Look at you..-'.
Ross leaned into her face and brushed her hair away from her face, he pressed his lips against hers hard. She didnt push him away, because she kind of liked him kissing her, even though she knew it would be wrong of her to continue kissing just because of the moment, as she knew in the morning he might remember the kiss and get the wrong idea. But man, she loved his kisses. They were always different each time, but they got better the older he got. 'Ross...' She said as his lips were still moving on hers, 'Wait...'. She stopped him now. He looked in her eyes, 'See what you do to me huh?' Ross laughed. 'Rachel Greene...you are and always will be the one who I love and I dont care if you dont love me Rach...because I know that we're supposed to be together...'.
'Shhhh' She said, putting her finger on his lips. 'Your drunk, and if I carried on kissing you now and it led to what it normally leads to...I would only blame myself so please...just go to sleep...'.
He smiled. 'You know what this reminds me of?'.
'No...what?'.
'The night at your fathers house, when you wanted to sleep with me but I didnt want to take advantage...'.
She nodded. 'Its kind of the same...but I wasnt drunk like you are now Ross...'.
He began to laugh. 'Your right about that'.
She stood up. 'You wont remember any of this in the morning so just go to sleep and I'll see you in the morning'. He agreed. 'Your right Rach...I will go to sleep...but your going to have to get me up off this sofa because I cant feel my legs...' He began to laugh now. She couldnt help but indulge him, and as she helped him into bed, she almost regretted not drinking more so she wouldnt have felt so guilty about sleeping with him.
'Rach?'.
'Yeah?'. She said as she was just about to leave the room.
'...Can you whip me up some nice breakfast in the morning?' He asked her.
She giggled quietly. 'Sure Ross...I'll whip up whatever you want...'. She promised.
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