Hello loves!
Just in case you didn't see my warning over on Twitter, this chapter is very sexual. So if you're not into that, this probably won't be your cup of tea. You might want to avoid this one if that's the case.
But if you're anything like me and this is exactly your cup of tea, then sip away my friends! Also, I'll be posting another steamy one in a few days if I can EVER find the time to finish it.
Go to college, they said. It will be fun, they said. THEY LIED.
I'm sorry, I'm rambling and this is an extremely long chapter. Of, um, well, smut. Ha!
Anyway, I do hope you enjoy!
Much love!
Thursday, June 24, 1999, 4:48 AM
Monica woke and looked around, trying to let her eyes adjust to the dark room. She blinked a few times and finally turned her head, finding the other side of the bed empty, which confused her in the early morning hour.
Did she dream it all again? Was Chandler not there with her?
No, she thought, it couldn't have possibly been a dream. She woke once during the night, smiling at the fact that his arms were still around her. She was sure that he was here, in her apartment.
She didn't think of herself as a cuddler, but, with Chandler, she wanted to be as close as possible.
She groaned as she lazily turned her head to look at the clock on the table at the side of her bed. The bright red digits read 4:48.
She had slept nearly 12 hours, and she felt like she could sleep more to make up for all the time without it while being in the hospital, but decided against it for now. The owner of the restaurant had graciously given her a few more days off, and she would definitely be able to catch up with sleep by Monday when she had to return.
She stretched a little and finally sat up, groaning again as she slowly climbed out of bed. She moved over to the hook that was on the wall, grabbed her silk robe off of it and tied it around her as she left her bedroom.
She smiled when she saw him in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee and reading what must have been yesterday's newspaper. Because he didn't realize she was in the room, she crossed her arms and leaned against her bedroom door frame, watching him silently.
It definitely wasn't a dream. He'd been there with her, just like she wanted.
She loved how comfortable he looked, how at home he obviously felt. Dressed in pajama pants, a t-shirt, bare feet, with uncombed hair, it really seemed as if he lived there with her, and the warm gooey feeling that thought gave her made her smile. Granted, his home was only about 30 feet away, but this was her apartment and he looked as if he belonged in it too, and he did.
"Hey you," she said, and he looked up at her.
He felt his mouth fall slightly open at the sight of her. Good God, she was absolutely gorgeous. That had never really changed, even before he fell in love with her, but there was something different about her now that made her even more beautiful.
No makeup, her hair in its natural wavy state, and she still looked incredible. He supposed it was the hours of rest she got last night, but she looked so smooth, so healthy.
She was practically glowing.
He dragged himself out of the haze she unknowingly put him in and cleared his throat, "Good morning," he responded, and the smile he shot her way made her spine tingle.
He stood and met her as she got into the kitchen, then planted a quick kiss on her lips. She smiled up at him and placed her hands on his chest. "Almost 12 hours," he said, "do you feel like you caught up with sleep?" He asked, brushing a piece of hair from her forehead.
"Not quite, but I do feel refreshed," she told him, a smile on her face too, "my bed is so much better than a hospital waiting room chair."
He nodded, chuckling a little, "I agree with that." He kissed her softly again, "I made coffee, would you like some?"
"Your coffee?" She asked, "Yes, please," she murmured, and kissed him as he moved away from her. "So, what time did you get up?" She asked as she sat down at the table and picked up another section of the paper. She felt a little out of the loop, as if she'd been living under a rock for several days.
She was ready to get things back to semi-normal, and she knew last night was a giant leap in the right direction.
Chandler pulled down coffee cup number 27 and poured some coffee from the pot into it, "About 20 minutes ago," he answered her, "I almost woke you up, but you looked so comfortable and peaceful that I changed my mind."
She smiled at him as he handed the ceramic cup to her moments later, cream and two teaspoons of sugar stirred in, just how she liked it.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked, peeking at her over his own cup when he joined her at the table again.
She smiled as she let the hot, delicious liquid travel down her throat, "I slept great," she answered, "better than I have in months, actually." She knew it had everything to do with sleeping next to him, in his arms.
"Funny," he responded softly, and watched as she picked up another section of the paper, "I did too."
"Oh yeah?"
He grinned at her, then nodded. She grinned back, and it was a silent confirmation that they both slept well because of the sleeping arrangements with each other.
"I'm glad you stayed with me," she murmured as she sipped on the nearly perfect coffee.
"I am too," he answered her, then leaned toward her, "I'm good with a sleepover anytime you want. Even if we do go to bed at 5 o'clock in the afternoon."
She chuckled and leaned toward him, their noses almost touching, then cupped his face with one hand, "I'll keep that in mind."
He winked at her and she watched as he returned to reading the paper. She'd never felt so domesticated with anybody like this, sitting together in the morning, drinking coffee in a comfortable silence as he read one section of the paper and she read another.
"So, I was thinking," he broke the silence and she looked up at him, "that maybe we could go out to dinner Saturday night."
She smiled and a blush covered her cheeks, "I'd like that," she said softly.
"Yeah?" He smiled back at her, "Good. It'll be our first official date."
Honestly, it felt kind of ridiculous that he called their date scheduled for the next night the first date. Technically, it was, but she felt as if they'd been dating for many years now, just with no sex.
He stood and moved to the sink to place his coffee cup in there. He turned to her and sighed, "I should head back over and get to work early," he said, a slight frown on his face, "I know I've got a gigantic pile of documents on my desk."
She nodded, stood, and walked over to him, "I bet," she said, "you've been gone for a few days."
He groaned, "And the paperwork will only continue to stack if I don't get up there and stop it."
She giggled a little and placed her hand on his chest, "I guess that's one of the good things about being a chef," he smiled at her, "I won't have a pile of food waiting on me to be cooked."
He placed a hand on her arm, "That's true, and if you did, it would probably smell pretty gross."
She laughed and nodded at him, "Very much."
Chandler sighed as he thought about leaving her to go to that godforsaken job. But he knew he needed to, because there really was a ton of work to do. He slid his hand that was on her arm down to her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, "I should go," he said, and she frowned a little. He squeezed her hand because he didn't want to leave either. He was enjoying this alone time with her way too much.
"But I'll see you tonight, right? Do you want me to come over?"
With the hand that was on his chest, she smoothed a wrinkle down in his shirt and looked up at him, a small smile on her face, "I'll be waiting on you, so you better." The fact that she was going to see him every day again made her incredibly happy to think about.
He grinned at her, "Then I guess I better," he said softly, and dropped her hand that he held in his to put his hands on her hips, "I'll see you later."
"Okay," she returned softly, then tilted her head up as he leaned down to kiss her.
The kiss was simple at first, just a quick peck, but when he dipped his head for another, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him against her lips.
She opened her mouth and he easily deepened the kiss, one of his hands traveled up her body and into her soft hair.
She moaned into his mouth and he used his other hand to pull her closer, their bodies pressed together. Her nails scraped the back of his head as he kissed her passionately, hungrily.
She finally pulled back, breathless, and leaned her forehead against his cheek, "You know what I think?" she asked him, then looked up as he looked at her, "I think you should let the paperwork stack up for a couple of more hours and stay here," she ran her hands up slowly until they were on his shoulders, "with me."
Honestly, he was not going to need much convincing.
He swallowed thickly and ran his hands down her sides, "Yeah, that sounds good," he squeezed her sides and leaned down, his lips barely touching hers as he spoke, "and I want to make you feel better than you ever have before," he murmured as he dove into her again, kissing her hungrily.
As he continued kissing her, his hands slid down her back and to her butt, squeezing it through the three layers of material she had covering her body. She moaned into his mouth and slid her hands up to around his neck as he broke the kiss and began to kiss her neck, right below her ear.
She turned her head so that she could whisper in his ear, "Take me to the bedroom, Chandler," her voice was lower, huskier, and good God, he loved it.
He managed a grunt as a response and slid his hands down below her butt, then quickly lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned them around and walked across the apartment.
He pushed her against the doorframe, his mouth attacking hers again. She released her legs from around his waist and stood on her own again, her hands gripping his shirt tightly in both fists.
She broke the kiss, turning her head as he trailed kisses down her neck.
"I want you," she managed breathlessly, "God, I've only wanted you."
He pushed his hips into hers and she moaned when he lifted his head to kiss her already swollen lips.
He didn't stop kissing her until he felt her hands travel down to his waist. He moved his hands to stop hers and broke the kiss, then leaned his forehead against hers, "I want you, too, Mon," he murmured, both of them breathing rapidly.
He pulled away from her and took her hand as he walked all the way into her bedroom.
She shut the door behind them and he turned to face her again, and the look in his eyes made chills cover her entire body. He was staring at her so intently, his perfect blue eyes full of romance and desire.
He looked into her eyes, at her soft, swollen lips, and took two steps toward her. He gently touched the tiny bit of her shoulder that the robe didn't cover, causing her to shiver.
"Are you nervous?"
She lifted her head to look in his eyes, then down at his hand. She lifted her hand to take his from her body, then kissed his fingers and shook her head as she met his eyes again, "No," she whispered.
She wasn't. She was feeling a hundred different emotions, but nervousness wasn't one of them.
She was mostly…excited. She was ready to be in his arms again, feel the magic of his fingertips across her skin, taste the saltiness of his skin with her tongue.
He moved even closer so that he was right in front of her again and returned his hands to her hips. She moved her hands to his sides and leaned closer to him so that her lips were grazing over his.
"Are you nervous?" She repeated his question to him.
He shook his head and dragged his fingers across her jaw, "No," he whispered back.
She moved her hands up his chest and rested one of them over his heart, "Your heart is racing," she whispered so softly that he could barely hear her, even as close as he was.
"That's because it's you in my arms, Mon," he murmured. She whimpered a little as she attached her lips to his, kissing him fully.
He trawled his mouth from hers to her jaw, to beneath her ear. "God, Chandler," she shivered from head to toe and felt tears spring to her eyes at his words.
She moved her head to the side as he began peppering kisses down her neck, his groin tightening as he remembered the taste of her skin. She slid her hands up to the back of his head, urging him to continue.
"In London, when I fell asleep next to you," she began, her voice trembling, "I was dreaming about you."
"Mmm," he murmured, licking that spot below her ear that he found she liked the first time, making her moan softly.
She shivered again as his answering moan vibrated against her sensitive neck.
She was so turned on, more than she had ever been before. No man had ever made her feel like this by kissing her neck.
"I've dreamed about you," she whispered softly, then moaned again when he sucked gently on her pulse point.
He lifted his head and she grunted softly at the loss of contact. He placed his forehead on hers as his hands traveled slowly back down to her waist, "Oh, baby," he gripped her waist and shook his head against hers, "you have no idea how many times…"
She whimpered as he kissed her again, slowly and deliberately. She let herself sink into him, relishing the way he made her feel. Like no one else ever had before.
When he broke the kiss he trailed wet kisses again down her jawline, beneath her ear, and onto her neck, she began to feel tingles in her belly with anticipation.
But the neck exploration with his mouth this time was short-lived as he lifted his head and looked at her, then slowly pulled on one side of the tied bow of her silk robe.
It fell open, and he took a step to look down at her body. His pajama pants felt even a little tighter at the now exposed freckles on her chest, at the curves of her breasts and hips, down to her long, beautifully shaped legs.
He couldn't wait to taste every inch of it.
He took his time and ran his hands down her sides, then back up again to get to her shoulders to remove the robe completely. Monica shivered, but not from the suddenly cooler air that hit her skin.
It was him.
She ran her hands down his t-shirt in return and began to pull it up his body until he broke contact with her skin and finished removing it.
He resumed the inspection of her body with his mouth and kissed the hollow of her throat, using his teeth to scrape just a little, driving her absolutely wild.
Her breathing and heart rate sped up even more when he bunched her nightgown together in his hands and slowly pulled it up until she removed her hands from him and lifted them above her head to allow him to remove it.
The adoring look he had on his face as he gazed at her sent her mind and body into a spiral. Oh, how she loved the way he looked at her. She placed her hands on the top of his pajama pants, untying the strings slowly.
She pushed the pants down and he stepped out of them as he kissed her, turned her around, and started to walk towards her bed.
She stopped when the back of her knees hit the side, and he gently pushed on her to encourage her to lay down on it, "Lie down baby," he whispered huskily, and she felt her already weakened knees get even weaker.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her hands up his bare chest as he bent over and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he climbed onto the bed with her, and he turned them so that she lay correctly on the bed, her head beneath the headboard.
He finally tore his mouth away from hers and moved it down to kiss her jawline, then her neck, and finally down to her chest. She ran her hands all over him, his neck, his shoulders, his smooth back.
He kissed and sucked his way down to her left breast and attached his mouth to her nipple, emitting a loud, involuntary gasp from her. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled on it as the rough of his tongue set continued to set her on fire.
"Chandler," she panted, but he didn't respond. His mouth was currently occupied.
He let go of the left one and moved over to the right, which made her head bury her head into the pillow behind her even deeper. His hands moved to her back, holding her close as he licked and sucked and sampled every inch of skin.
He slid his hands around and cupped both of her breasts and began to squeeze and knead them as he continued his onslaught with his mouth.
When he released her right breast, he returned to her mouth and kissed her, then hovered above her lips as he spoke, "Your body is so incredible," he whispered.
She smiled at him and leaned her head up to kiss him as she felt a blush burn her cheeks. She reached for the elastic of his boxer briefs, but he had already moved away so that she couldn't reach him, which frustrated her.
He continued lower, just below her breast, and she suddenly forgot why she was mad. He said something against her skin that she couldn't understand. She attempted to figure out what it was for a moment, but then he continued south and she abandoned all complicated thought as his mouth left a trail of fire on her body.
He licked her belly button and kissed the lower part of her stomach, just above her panties, the only article of clothing left on her body.
He licked just beneath the hem of them, and she jolted and groaned as she grabbed frantically at his hair. Her breathing sped up dramatically as he moved past everything she wanted him to kiss and kissed her inner thigh instead, then the other. He gave them some attention, biting gently and causing her insanity.
"Chandler," she protested softly, panting.
"Yes?" He asked innocently, and while she couldn't see his face clearly, she knew he was smiling.
She groaned with frustration, "God, please," she begged.
"Patience, baby," he murmured against her thigh.
"You're driving me crazy," she panted, and he smirked as he leaned forward and nipped at her through her panties, causing a scream to leave her mouth and her hips to buck upward.
Good God, he wanted to hear that again, so he repeated the action, and was pleased when she let out another one.
He didn't give her what she wanted just yet though, instead returned to her inner thigh and sucked on it.
She grunted in frustration, "Why are you teasing me like this?" She asked in a breathless whisper.
He smiled and crawled up her body, kissing randomly as he did so, which only made her even crazier. He hovered above her mouth and let his lips graze hers as he spoke, "I love to tease you," he growled, then kissed her cheek, "bite the inside of your thighs," he carefully bit her chin.
She swallowed hard as he continued, "I love the way it makes you arch your back and take in deep breaths," he kissed her other cheek, "and grab the sheets," he kissed her chin, "because it means you're getting so wet and sweet for me, and baby, I want every single drop of you," he licked her throat and she was about to either combust into flames or melt into a puddle. She didn't know which, but he was causing entirely too much excitement within her.
He kissed her then and slid his tongue deliciously against hers, and she didn't know how much more of this she could take.
He broke the kiss and made his way back down, then kissed her other thigh and returned to her center, where he teased her more through her underwear, pleased when he got the same result as before. He nipped at her a few more times, and she was so dizzy and excited and frustrated all at the same time.
And she loved it.
He finally moved his hands along her skin and to her hips, then carefully took the sides of the only garment left on her body into his hands and pulled it down her legs slowly.
Very, very slowly.
Once it was finally out of his way, he dragged his hands back up her legs, opening them when he reached her knees.
She whimpered again and put her hands on her lower stomach, ready to get some relief right by herself.
He watched her right hand as it slid down, but he caught it in his hand and shook his head, "I don't think so," he said, his eyebrows raised.
"I'm about to lose it, baby," she whispered, barely audible, her breath short and rapid.
He smirked at her and leaned up so that his face was inches from hers, "I promise you'll feel good in just a little while," he told her, and she put a moment's thought into how impossibly long 'just a little while' was.
She moaned at merely the thought and he moved his head to kiss her, deeply, passionately. He flicked his tongue against hers, hopefully demonstrating what he was going to do on other parts of her body.
She slid her hands down the sides of his torso as he kissed her, then slipped one of her hands inside his boxers to grab him.
He moaned into her mouth and it made her smile as she pumped him.
Chandler broke the kiss and groaned, his hips moving forward into her hand. She managed to push his underwear down beneath his butt as she continued pumping him.
His breathing began to speed up, but her hand was forced to stop when he broke contact by moving away again.
"Chandler," she complained, stretching his name out as she moaned and squirmed.
He chuckled which only frustrated her even more, "What's wrong baby?"
"You're taking too long," she grumbled, as mean sounding as she could muster.
"Well, you distracted me," he responded coyly, then moved all the way to the end of the bed so that he could lay on his belly.
She watched as he slid his hands down her legs and moved himself so that he was directly in front of her again.
He placed light kisses and nibbled on each of her inner thighs again, then finally gave her a quick lick from bottom to top with just the tip of his tongue. She screamed and grabbed his head, which only encouraged him more.
"Oh my God," she heard him say, but she had no idea why he was calling God's name when she was the one that was receiving this immense pleasure.
He put his mouth on her again and she grabbed a fistful of sheets as her body began to build rapidly. "Fuck, yes, baby, right there," she managed.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled, and she was surprised that she could hear him or anything over the blood rushing through her ears.
"Chandler," she whined, practically begging him now.
He hummed against her and finally sucked harder, emitting a scream from deep in her lungs.
He dug into her hips with his fingers to attempt to keep her still as he devoured her, her taste even better than he expected. He looked up with his eyes and watched the pure pleasure on her face as he licked and sucked and made sure he tasted every inch.
Monica was glad Rachel wasn't home and devoted a brief thought to whether her neighbors could hear her. But those thoughts and all others were erased when he sucked on her again and her only focus, her only thought was what he was doing to her.
"God, yes, baby, just like that," she panted, one hand tightly in his hair, which was barely long enough to grip, the other gripping her bedsheets so hard that one of the corners popped off.
Happy to take any direction she wanted to give him, he alternated between licking and sucking repeatedly in that spot until her body tensed and she screamed as she came.
"Oh my God," she panted a few seconds later, trying to regain her equilibrium.
He licked her again on her over-sensitive flesh, and her hips bucked, and she squirmed and moaned. He graciously let her recover for a few seconds, resting his head on her thighs and gazing up at her.
She lazily reached for him moments later when her world had stopped spinning, but he hadn't moved an inch.
"Come here," she pleaded weakly, but he kissed her thigh and shook his head against it.
"I'm not done," he whispered.
"What?" She asked, not sure if she heard him correctly.
"I'm not done," he repeated, slower. He lifted a hand and she whimpered as he touched her lightly with his fingers, her body still not over the last onslaught.
She tried to speak, but he slowly moved his fingers around her, and she began to move her hips and beg him, "I-I don't think I can…"
"Mmm, yes you can," he murmured.
"God, Chandler," she panted, then cried out again when he slipped a finger inside.
She grabbed the sheets and held them so hard that her knuckles began to turn white as he continued, undeterred. He moved his free arm to wrap around her waist and hold her in place as he moved a second finger inside.
She let out a long, loud wail as he slowly pumped his fingers, then moved them faster, then slower again.
Monica's head buried further and further into the pillow as she tried to move, his arm preventing her from doing so.
She felt that wonderful feeling beginning to build again while his mouth and fingers did magical, magical things to her. He must have sensed it too because he began to encourage her.
"Come on baby, give me another one," he pumped in and out of her more, harder, and she began to pant faster and tried to buck her hips.
"Chandler," she begged, he took a moment to wonder if he'd ever heard such a beautiful sound. But he didn't think so, not in the 29 years he'd been alive.
"Damn I love it when you say my name," he murmured, then added his mouth to the mission.
Her legs managed to tear loose from his hold and she wrapped them around his shoulders so hard that he grunted.
He sucked harder in response and continued with his fingers until she tensed and screamed to the heavens again, both his name and God's escaping her mouth as she came again.
With every fiber of his being, he wanted to sit up and let his erection that was currently pushed into the mattress feel what his fingers were feeling, but he resisted, and thought that he earned a gold medal for doing so. He made a mental note to bring that up later.
When she finally came down from her intense high, he removed his fingers and she slowly moved her legs down onto the mattress.
She moaned again as he kissed his way up her body, and when he got close enough to her lips, she gained enough strength to grab him around the neck and crushed her lips into his.
She broke the kiss after a few seconds, mostly because she was still out of breath and on cloud nine, "That was incredible," she barely managed.
He smiled against her lips, "I'll do it again if you want," he murmured, "over, and over…."
She chuckled, "I don't think I could handle another one."
"Hmm," he said, his mouth still against hers, then kissed her again, "you know how much I like a challenge."
She laughed against his lips, then kissed him slowly. A few moments later, he grunted with surprise when she suddenly flipped him onto his back and threw her legs over his so that she could straddle his thighs.
"What are you doing?" He asked, a very tiny smile on his face as she ran her hands up his chest.
She smirked at him, "I think it's my turn," she told him softly.
He looked up at her naked body and he felt an ache within him to flip them back over and slam into her. He sat up and kissed her, but when he tried to move her, she pushed him back down to the bed and he grunted in surprise.
He slid his hands down to her hips and rested them there, "Damn baby," he squeezed her, "you're freakishly strong," he said, chuckling a little.
She smirked, her hands still pressing his shoulders down, as she lifted herself and rocked her hips on him, causing a groan to escape his lips.
She leaned down closer to him, and a stab of impatience shot through her when she felt his hard cock between them. Good gracious, she wanted to feel that again.
But she needed patience, and a lot of it.
"I told you it was my turn," she whispered huskily, then kissed him.
She broke the kiss and just like he did with her, moved down his neck, kissing and sucking lightly, her hair tickling his skin as it hung around her face.
She eventually made it down to his torso and gave his right, then his left nipple a lick before continuing south.
She smiled to herself at the groan that left his mouth when she moved right past where he obviously wanted her.
"I see what you mean about the teasing," he managed, his breathing rapid and none of his blood left in the top half of his body, he was sure of it. She took her time and bit his thighs softly, "God Monica," he groaned.
She smirked, and placed her hands on either side of him, knowing exactly where he wanted her. She relocated her body further down his legs so that she could be more comfortable.
He pushed his head back, burying into the pillows just as she did earlier.
She finally moved her mouth so that it was at his tip and blew cold air on it. He opened his eyes to look at her, then placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Mon…" he barely managed, his body begging for some sort of relief.
"Patience, baby," she murmured.
He groaned even louder when he felt her fingers lightly drag down his shaft, her feather touch enough to send him over the edge.
The saying was right, payback was a bitch.
She kissed his tip softly, then wrapped her hand around the bottom as she finally surrounded him with her mouth.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed, using every ounce of restraint he could find not to move his hips.
She hummed as she sucked him, used her tongue to swirl around his tip, then released him and kissed her way down to his balls.
When she returned her mouth to its previous position, he shook his head and carefully cupped her face, "Mon," he said, groaning as he sat up. He panted when she sucked harder in response, and he shook his head again and lightly pulled upwards on her face, "Please, stop," he barely managed.
She looked up at him, completely confused, but allowed him to pull her up and away from his cock, "What?" She questioned.
He took in a few breaths, looked into her eyes, his hands still cupping her face. "I won't be able to…" he swallowed hard, then groaned again when she wrapped her hand around him and slowly moved it up and down. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder as she continued but put his hands on top of hers to halt her again, "I won't be able to make love to you if you keep it up," he finally said, "and I really want to do that."
She let a small smile creep onto her face, "I was trying to keep it up," she replied lowly, then reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling a condom out of it.
He leaned up and kissed her, "You don't have to worry about keeping it up baby," he murmured, "I'm so goddamn turned on when I'm with you."
She smiled and he reached for the condom to try to take it from her, but she shook her head and put the corner of it in her mouth to tear it open, "Let me," she whispered.
She'd done the same thing in Colorado, and it was explosively hot then, and it was just as insanely hot now.
"You are so fucking sexy," he growled, then ran his hands down her naked body.
She smiled at him as she ran her hands up his chest, then back down again before she took him in her hands. She slowly, torturously, rolled the condom down and adjusted it a couple of times.
He wrapped both arms around her shoulders and pulled her all the way against his body as he kissed her and managed to roll her over so that she was on her back once again.
He broke the kiss and slid his hand between her legs, teasing her with his fingers.
"You're still soaking wet," he whispered, then nibbled on her chin.
"I'm ready for you," she murmured, and he took yet another second to wonder if he ever heard such perfect words.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, then leaned over and kissed her again. Without breaking the kiss, he moved over her right leg to get himself in position.
She bent her knees and opened them for him, allowing him to move around and adjust until he was comfortable.
She moaned into his mouth when she felt his tip against her. She still felt like she was on fire, and she was ready to move things along.
He finally pulled away from the kiss and sat up on his knees, then slid his hands from her thighs up to her hips.
"You ready?" He asked unnecessarily.
She groaned as a response. If he didn't get going soon, she was going to hurt him.
"Chandler," she panted, squirming around beneath him, trying to encourage him to move. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. She let him kiss her for only a second before she moved her head away and groaned again, "Please."
He put his arms on either side of her body and finally pushed into her, slowly, but so perfectly, "Oh my God," he managed.
She dug her nails into his shoulders as he pulled all the way back out, and pushed back in, "God, Chandler," she panted, lifting her hips to try and speed things up, "you feel so amazing."
"Oh baby," he moaned, "so do you."
"More," she said, "please, more."
He bent his arms and lay his body on top of hers so that he could continue to kiss her. He began to move his hips quicker and she broke the kiss then so she could let out a wail. He moved his mouth to her ear, kissed below it, then whispered into it, "You're so fucking tight, baby."
"Faster," she panted in response, "God, Chandler, please, give me more."
He wanted to take his time, enjoy every second of this moment, but he was getting too impatient and desperately wanted to feel that contraction magic that his fingers felt earlier.
And it seemed like slow and steady was not what the beautiful woman in his arms wanted, and he'd do everything he could do to give her the entire world if she asked for it.
She began to lift her hips to meet him thrust for thrust, reiterating to him that she wanted more. "Harder," she panted, grabbing onto his shoulders again.
A little flash of concern shot through him, worried that if he moved much harder against her that he could hurt her. He suddenly felt her hands slide down to his butt, though, and that was all the reassurance he needed.
He pushed up on his arms again, quickened the pace and intensity, and she let out a loud moan that he aimed to hear more frequently.
"Fuck, yes, baby, just like that," she managed, her head burying into the pillows again behind her, her back arching and her grip tightened on his shoulders even more.
"Come on," he whispered, panting, "come for me."
"I'm close," she managed, her voice strained, breathy.
"Yeah?" He challenged her, "Are you close?"
"God, yes," she panted, the words barely coherent.
"Come on baby," he encouraged her, then moved one hand between them to rub her clit.
A few seconds of the wonderful pressure she craved was all it took to make her scream seconds later as her third orgasm shot through her. Her entire body shook as pure bliss spread to all her limbs.
Chandler grunted when he felt her inner walls tighten around him, and it only took a few more quick thrusts before he came too.
He managed to pull out of her and move so that he could lay down next to her, both of them panting as they tried to take deep breaths and recover.
He made his way to her shoulder and kissed it softly. He could taste the saltiness of her skin from the thin layer of sweat that now covered her body.
"I missed you," she whispered, then tilted her head so that her face was directly in front of his.
He took in a much-needed breath, then let it out again, "I missed you too," he whispered back, then leaned forward to kiss her.
It didn't last too long, because the action took too much breath and that was still hard to catch at the moment.
"You're so incredible," he whispered into her skin, leisurely kissing around her shoulders, neck, and face.
Monica moaned a little as she yawned and gripped his arm that was around her stomach, "Great way to get the day started," she said softly, and he chuckled against her skin.
"I'd say," he agreed, "can I have you for breakfast every morning?" He asked huskily.
She chuckled lowly in her throat, "I think we'll miss sleep too much."
"Overrated," he answered, "sex with you is so worth being tired."
She hummed and squeezed his arm again, causing him to tighten his grip on her. Silence fell over them for a few moments, both of them pleasantly satiated.
"I could fall asleep just like this," she mentioned, a smile on her face.
He pulled her closer to his body so that his torso was pressed into her side. He could fall asleep just like this too, but he really had to get up and get to the office before the paperwork actually resembled a mountain.
But, right now, there were more important things to do. And all he had wanted for so long was to hold her in his arms like this.
He felt her slide her free hand into his, then intertwined their fingers together, "Sorry I'm keeping you from work," she said as if she could read his mind.
He smiled against her skin, "Forget work," he whispered, "I'll stay here all day if you want."
She stayed silent for a few moments, "Do you like your new position?" She asked, playing with his fingers.
He smirked, "I like all the positions," he murmured, and she rolled her eyes as she chuckled.
"I meant at work, you doofus."
He chuckled and nodded, pulling his head away from her body just slightly so he could look at her face. "Yeah, I guess it's good. I like that it's more challenging, but unfortunately, it is a lot more work. And a lot of people to supervise."
She squeezed his hand, thinking about the words he said in London. That he was leaving her, leaving their friends, his home, and New York because he was so heartbroken. She swallowed, "I like that it kept you here," she whispered brokenly.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she blinked to try to keep them under control.
She wondered if he heard her for a second, but then he sighed and let go of her hand. He pulled himself up to that he was hovering above her, looking right into her big blue eyes, wondering for a moment if he could've ever got over her if he did leave and start over.
He couldn't, of that, he was sure.
He gently cupped her face and brushed his thumb lightly across her cheek, "It wouldn't have mattered," he told her.
Her eyes glistened as she stared at him, seeing the emotion in his eyes staring right back at her.
"I hated the thought of leaving you," he continued, "but I wanted you to be happy. I made myself believe that you could move on and marry him and be just fine without me around to screw things up."
She shook her head and a tear left her eye, but he wiped it away, "I would have been miserable without you, Chandler. Even if I was happy with Richard," he nodded softly, "I would've never been okay without you in my life. I need you."
"I need you too," he whispered.
She lifted a hand to his arm and squeezed it, "Thank you for staying."
He shook his head and moved his hand to her forehead to touch her hair, "I'm so sorry I hurt you," he said, then met her eyes again, "it wasn't fair of me and I-"
She surprised him when she shook her head and planted a hand over his mouth, stopping the rest of his words, "No."
He lifted his eyebrows at her, clearly confused. She held her hand over his mouth as she sighed and shook her head, "Let's stop apologizing to each other about the last few weeks. I know why you're sorry, and you know why I'm sorry. It's in the past, and, we need to let it stay there, okay?" His eyes studied hers through the darkness, and he nodded just slightly, "Everything is as it should be now, and we need to move on."
She moved her hand from his mouth and found a small smile on his lips, "Okay," he agreed.
She smiled back at him, "I just think that this is the start of us, and we should let the rest of it go."
"I think that sounds perfect."
They shared a smile, and he leaned down and kissed her. When he broke away, he let his head fall onto the pillow next to her, then slid his hand into hers again. "I should get to work," he murmured moments later.
She turned her head and kissed his nose, "I'll just stay here and fall asleep again."
He sighed and pulled up so that he was hovering above her again. He ran a hand down her side, "Oh, you make me so jealous."
She smirked and looked up into his eyes, "I might not even put on clothes," she added.
He groaned and squeezed her hip, "Oh that's really not fair."
"I'm just trying to give you something to think about while you're at work."
"Hmm," Chandler replied, then returned his lips to her neck, "that won't be much of a change."
She grinned at him, "I'll just be laying here, no clothes on, waiting on you to get home…"
He grunted and cupped her face, turning her head to face him, his lips grazing hers, "Okay Geller, you keep it up and I will not be held responsible for my actions when I get back here."
She laughed as she kissed him gently, and he smiled and waited until she stopped laughing.
He let his mind think about the last few weeks, in which he hadn't seen that radiant smile much. He missed it, he missed her.
"God, you're so beautiful, Monica." He stroked her cheek softly, "I love to see you happy."
Monica swallowed hard and yet again, fought tears that wanted to come to her eyes. She had been told she was beautiful, pretty, and gorgeous from other people before. Men that were her friends, men that were her lovers, women that were her friends, her parents, but there was something different about the way he said it. She could hear the sincerity in his voice and she felt chills and a blush rush to her cheeks every time he gave her a compliment.
She lifted her warm hand from beneath the covers and cupped his face, "Ditto baby." She slid her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him to her lips, kissing him lazily. A few moments later, she moved her hand down to his chest and pushed on it gently, "Go to work so you can get home sooner."
He smiled at her again and nodded, then kissed her again. She watched him as he slipped out of bed and found his underwear, then pants, and slipped on his t-shirt.
He walked back over to the side of the bed and sat down next to her, "You're so goddamn incredible," he whispered, then lifted his hand to cup her face.
She leaned her head into his hand and smiled up at him, trying to fight the tears that were building behind her eyes. "Hurry back, okay?" She turned her head and kissed his palm, "I spent so much time without you, and I don't want to do it anymore."
Chandler rubbed his thumb against her cheek, "As fast as I can," he promised. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, "You should get some more sleep, you need it," he murmured, then kissed her again, "I'll call you later."
"Okay baby," she whispered.
He smiled and stood from the bed then walked to the door, turning to look at her once more as she settled into the pillows.
"Bye babe," he said softly with a tiny wave of his hand and left the room.
Monica let a happy sigh escape her mouth as she stretched, nestled further into the pillows, and closed her eyes.
Bliss.