At a small, darkly lighted table, Ross and Rachel sat entranced with each other. His large hand was entwined with hers. On the top of the table were two wine glasses, under the table a stockinged toe gently caressed a man's trousers.

At that moment, the orchestra struck up a familiar tune

Someday when the world is cold… And I'm feeling low

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight.

The female singer stood in front of the orchestra as the horns swelled . Ross got up from his chair and held his hand out to Rachel.

He led her to the dance floor and swung her around to land her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes as they swayed back and forth.

"Can you remember the last time we danced together?" he whispered into her hair.

"I think it was your parents anniversary party." She giggled. "Remember we were the happy couple that night."

"Yeah, I never thought I would be back here with you again." He said softly.

"It feels nice." They continued to dance until the singer reached the end of the song

And the way you look tonight.

The drummer rumbled the cymbals on the drum.

Ross grabbed her hand. "Come on, I 've got something special planned. Clinking her heels across the pavement. They crossed the busy Manhattan street. Rachel's hair blew in the breeze as Ross pulled her through Manhattan.

"I feel like a wishbone." Laughed Rachel. "Geller, what do you have up your sleeve?"

"You'll see." He said mysteriously.

In front of them was a carriage pulled by pair of horses. It was the classic end to a New York date.

"Oh Ross, that is so corny."laughed Rachel.

"I know, but I wanted this to be the perfect date. Besides, I know that deep down you are the sappy romantic type. And this is so much more memorable than our first date. You know the night ending with a carriage ride in Central Park.

Rachel smiled and put her hands around him . "Well you do know the night is going to end up the same either way. Ross smiled and said:Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

The carriage driver helped Rachel into the carriage. The night was still a little chilly so when Ross got in, he gave Rachel his jacket to put around her shoulders. He also pulled a rose out and in his best French accent. "Por vouz , mon ami." He said. "I wanted to say that , so you would feel like you were in Paris." Rachel got a tear in her eye. "I don't need Paris, everything I want is right here." They began to kiss as the carriage pulled away from the curb.

All the lights were off , Ross came in his apartment first. Rachel stumbled over a step. "Ross, turn on a light. You can afford to." Ross had other plans , he kept Rachel in the hall and he opened the door so he could light some candles. He turned on some soft music and then poured two glasses of wine.

"Enter, beautiful lady." He said. Rachel came in as the candle light framed her golden hair. It always made her seem like she had a halo. She was and would always be his angel. His "Rach." Ross handed the glass of wine to her as she sat on the leather couch. He sat down next to her.

"To what's to come." He said as they clinked their glasses. She took a sip and then put down the glass. She then slid over and then pressed her lips against his. He then began to caress her bare arms and then slowly laid her down on the couch. Positioning himself over her, he brushed her hair away from her face.

"Not here," she whispered. "Our room." He smiled when he realized that was the first time that Rachel called his bedroom, "our room." Ross put his arms around her and carried her into his bedroom. On the bedspread and the floor were rose petals.

"Oh my God, could this be any more perfect?' Rachel said.

Ross laid her on the silk sheets that replaced the striped sheets that were originally on the bed. He lifted her hair and began to kiss her on the neck. She cooed with every movement. Ross slid the straps of her dress down with every move of his lips. His mouth caressed her breasts and then with choreographed movements, he began to undress himself as he continued to kiss her tanned body.

"Now that's what I am talking about." Rachel said as she saw his taunt body and his muscular arms. " Now I want you to tell me exactly what you want to do to me. Talk dirty to me , Dr. Geller." Rachel purred from the bed.

Ross remembered a long time ago when he was on a date and the girl wanted him to talk dirty. Joey was the one who had to teach him, but he thought now he could handle it himself.

"I am going to take my lips and put them all over your body. I want to run my tongue all over every inch of your body. Then I want to run my fingers all through that golden hair and take off all my clothes and lay in it." He said confidently.

"Ooh sounds good." She said. She wrapped her legs around him as he began to actually pleasure her. With him inside her, he rammed her against the headboard as she told him how good he was.

"Well that makes, 303 times. " he smiled. "Do you want to go home now?" Ross asked. Rachel sighed and then just laid her head on the pillow. "No I think I'll just stay here tonight." Ross moved and then Rachel laid her head on his chest. She'd go home tomorrow.