AN/This chapter has smut, just as a warning. Also, I've never written smut before so this is new and I apologize if it's bad lmao. Ik how cringy bad smut can be so I hope it's not that horrible.
The group became strained from the big breakup between Ross and Rachel. The four of them could only hang out with one at a time and it was becoming more difficult. Last weekend they had to go to Ross's place because of his new home theater, so this weekend they agreed to go on a ski trip with Rachel. It didn't start well when the car ran out of gas on the side of the road. The trip got even worse when Ross had to help and an argument broke out between the ex-couple.
Chandler hasn't been this stressed since his parents got divorced, he felt like he was reliving it all over again. He was craving a cigarette to calm his nerves, but Monica would kill him if he touched one. Their relationship was the only thing keeping him from smoking again, and he was grateful that she always knew what to say to calm him down. He bounced his leg anxiously in the backseat of the car as Phoebe was driving up to the cabin. Biting his nails in an unrealistic attempt to get nicotine out from under them from his previous years of smoking. "Are we almost there? We've been driving for hours," he complained.
"It's only been forty-five minutes, seriously Chandler are you okay?" Rachel asked from the front seat.
"Yeah, no I'm fine" he chuckled anxiously, rubbing his hands together to keep his mind off his need for a cigarette. "So, you've never seen The Poseidon Adventure?" Chandler asked in reference to his dancing earlier. If he couldn't smoke, talking seemed like the next best thing. "It's this movie, well originally it was a book, but this big tidal wave overtakes a ship, killing its captain and the passengers try to survive…"
"Chandler?" Monica interrupted as she put her hand on his thigh to make him stop bouncing it. She knew what he was doing, but Rachel was already in a bad mood from before and she didn't want the entire weekend ruined. Monica hated seeing him like this especially when she couldn't do anything about it. "I promise, we're going to get there soon."
He nodded and leaned on the window and put his hand on top of Monica's to stop her from moving it away. Chandler didn't care if their friends questioned it, he needed her right now.
"He's just mad he can't smoke" Joey chuckled to himself. "Monica won't let him."
Rachel turned in her seat confused, "I thought you were clean, why would you want to start that again?" She glanced down as Monica intertwined her fingers with Chandler's. "Do you know the effects cigarettes cause?"
Chandler rolled his eyes and sunk in his seat. He knew all of the effects. Monica made him memorize all of them last night. He was tempted to tell her that it was because of her and Ross, but they all agreed to stay out of it as much as possible and to just be supportive. Admitting that their bickering and fighting was stressing him out didn't seem supportive. "I'm just worried about…my snowsuit. I don't want my jacket making me look too puffy," he joked and only Monica laughed into his shoulder.
Phoebe pulled up to the cabin, putting the car in park before she clapped her hands together in excitement. "We made it! Now get out of my cab" she said sternly and all of them climbed out of the car at her orders. Phoebe opened the trunk and they grabbed their bags from the back.
As they walked into the warmer cabin, Rachel turned on the lights to the nice living room. "So, there's only four bedrooms, but one of us can sleep on the couch here." She put her bag down and looked to everyone else for their opinions.
"I can take the couch," Chandler offered as he put his bag next to it. He eyed Monica and she was already smiling at him because they both knew the couch wasn't needed.
Rachel gave them a tour of the rest of the house and they all picked their rooms. Given the late hour, all of them decided to go to bed so they could get up early to try skiing. Except for Monica and Chandler. He snuck upstairs into her room after everyone else went to sleep to have the alone time they've been craving all day. Chandler laid on top of Monica with his head resting on her stomach and her fingers in his hair. "I'm sorry 'bout earlier. I guess I don't handle fighting very well," he chuckled awkwardly.
"I thought you handled it well. I know it's hard to resist smoking, but you're doing great. You haven't smoked and that's what matters. We can work through it together." Monica gently ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back. "I want them to work it out. I know Phoebe is getting tired of all the arguing too."
Chandler hummed at the contact, "I think we all are."
She took his face in her hands, encouraging him to come closer. "This weekend, I say we don't focus on them. I want to focus on us. It can be like a romantic getaway…with our friends."
"I don't know if I can do that, I'd have to be pretty drunk to do anything romantic with our friends."
Monica laughed at his idiotic joke until his lips were on hers. It started as slow and sweet, then Chandler moved one hand down to her thigh, pulling her leg up and settling in between. She wrapped her leg around him as their kiss became more heated. They've been together for a week now, and haven't been able to have sex yet. It was definitely not for a lack of trying, because they have tried multiple times. Every time they got close, they were interrupted by something. Rachel comes home early to complain about Ross, Joey barging in for food, Phoebe coming in to tell them about something Monica wasn't paying attention to. But right now, with everyone asleep. The possibility of interruption was slim to none.
Chandler seemed to come to that realization as he moved his lips away from hers and slowly across her jaw and down her neck. This was his opportunity to explore his girlfriend further than he's ever gotten before. He found a new spot just behind her ear that made her moan. Chandler kissed her down further until he reached the collar of her shirt. It was tempting to rip off all of their clothes as fast as possible and just go, but he didn't want that. Not for their first time at least. "Monica?" Keeping eye contact with her as he moved back up to her. "Is it okay if I take off your clothes and kiss you everywhere? Please?"
Her breath hitched slightly, "everywhere?"
Chandler bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from smirking, "everywhere" he whispered in confirmation. He watched Monica nod, but he shook his head only slightly. "I need to hear you say it."
Monica took a deep breath to keep her composure, "yes, please do." She grabbed his arm when she felt his hand pushing up her shirt. The fabric lifted and she arched her back for him to take it off completely. Chandler unclasped her bra and she took it off, throwing it off to the side with her shirt.
"Woah" Chandler stared down at her just taking her in. "I mean…" he trailed off trying to think of something more romantic to say, but his mind went blank. "Wow," was all he could say. Chandler glanced up at her and noticed her smug smile before he went back down. He took her right breast in his hand and wrapped his lips around her nipple with a satisfied hum.
Monica moaned, sinking back into the pillow as he sucked and squeezed her. She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged, she noticed Chandler moan as he rested his forehead against her chest. Monica smirked and pulled his hair again with more force, his eyes rolled back as his breaths became heavier. "Do you like that?" Monica chuckled.
He hummed, reluctant to answer "maybe." When he looked up at her, it was obvious that she could read through him which wasn't surprising. Chandler watched her as she was eyeing him as if she was plotting something.
"Take off your shirt" she ordered. Monica smiled when he obeyed without question, she loved being in control. He seemed to love being controlled by the way he was looking at her, waiting for her next order. "Kiss me."
Chandler leaned down and kissed her deeply. He reached down, unbuttoning her pants, and reluctantly moved away to pull her pants off completely. "Oh wow," he sighed as he grabbed her leg and kissed down her thigh to her calf. "You're so breathtaking, y'know that?" Chandler hooked his fingers in the lining of her underwear, "can I?"
"Yeah you can" she smiled as he pulled the underwear off and to the side. "I want you…" Monica trailed off when Chandler moved up and kissed her neck.
"What do you want me to do?" He whispered in her ear, reaching down and grazing her clit with his fingers. She inhaled sharply at the brief contact, bucking her hips up craving more. Chandler sucked a hickey behind her ear as he moved two fingers in circles on her clit, making her moan. He quickly captured her lips in an attempt to quiet her to not wake anyone in the house. "You're so wet already," he mumbled.
"And who's fault is that?" she muttered back, rolling her hips against his fingers with a small moan for more friction.
A smug smirk tugged on his lips and he pushed his two fingers into Monica's entrance. His other hand practically flew to her mouth, muffling her moan into his palm. Chandler couldn't wait till they had the opportunity to do this with no risk of being caught. He wanted to be able to hear her moan because of him without making her quiet. "Are you always this loud?" he whispered as he took his hand off.
Monica grabbed his hair and tugged it causing him to groan loudly from pleasure, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"Okay, point taken," his face flushed. Monica gasped as he moved his fingers at a faster pace. She covered her mouth to muffle her moans when Chandler added a third finger. He sucked her left nipple, pulling it between his teeth as his fingers curled. Monica grabbed his shoulder and dug her nails into his skin, whimpering into her hand. He littered her breasts with hickeys and kissed down her stomach. Chandler wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Monica's hips jerked up at the feeling of his lips around her, the hand dropped from her face and gripped the bedsheets next to her, moaning his name. He smiled as he grabbed her hip and held her down. Chandler watched her whimper when removing his fingers and sucking her wetness off of them. "You taste good," he noted.
"Why'd you stop?" She complained about the lack of contact. He smirked as he held her thighs, kissing her soft skin before dragging his tongue across her pussy in slow, even strokes. Monica squirmed underneath him and bit down on her bottom lip to quiet herself. She gripped his hair in an attempt to keep herself grounded. Chandler was too good at this and she wasn't complaining. He moaned against her as her grip tightened in his hair. When his grip on her legs loosened, she moved them onto his shoulders. "Fuck Chandler," Monica cried as she clenched her thighs around his head, pushing him closer. He moved his tongue in her pussy and sucked her clit, moaning at her taste as his eyes fell closed. Monica pulled at his hair as her back arched off of the mattress with a moan. Her legs shook as she came unraveled and Chandler licked her clean as she climaxed.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before lightly kissing her thighs when she relaxed. "I love your legs" he muttered, holding her ankle as he kissed her calf, up to her thigh, then to her stomach, up to her breasts. He stared at her, admiring his work on her body from before. She looked like a dream, covered in hickeys that he gave her.
"You're staring again" she smiled as she grabbed his chin, redirecting his focus to her eyes. "Please tell me you brought condoms," Monica whispered.
"You think I would come to a cabin with my girlfriend and not bring condoms?" He asked her, pulling condoms out from his pocket. "What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?"
She looked at the condoms in his hand before wrapping her arms around his neck, "oh thank god," she mumbled, pulling him down into a kiss. Monica kissed him deeply when she reached down to unbuckle his pants. "Take these off."
"As you wish," Chandler got up to take off his pants. He started taking his underwear off before he stopped, "these too?"
Monica moved to the edge of the bed and pulled him closer by the waistband of his boxers. "Don't be such a tease," she muttered with a smile.
"But it's so fun." Chandler's breath hitched when Monica pulled down his underwear and the cold air hit his erection. He stepped back slightly, feeling exposed as Monica seemed to be expecting him. Just as he was about to say something, Monica stood and pushed him back onto the bed. She asked for a condom, so he handed her one and watched her open it with her teeth. Chandler groaned as she rolled it down his shaft. Monica grabbed his chin and pulled him closer into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer till she was straddling his lap. She stroked his cock and he moaned into the kiss as it became more heated. Chandler gripped her ass tightly, pushing her up slightly.
"Chandler," she whined in between kisses. "Can I please…"
"Yes," he interrupted her, feeling just as desperate as she did. Monica held his shoulders and moved up more, lining herself up to him and sinking onto the head of his cock. Chandler grumbled when she stopped and gripped her thighs desperately. "Don't be such a tease," he complained.
"But it's sooo fun" she mocked, pulling on the hair on the back of his head so he was looking at her. Monica connected their lips as she sunk the rest of the way and they both moaned into the kiss. She gasped at his full length, holding onto his shoulders tightly, and rested her forehead on his. "Holy shit," she breathed.
"Are you okay?" he muttered. He swallowed thickly as he gripped at her hips, desperate to move but wanting to let her adjust.
Monica nodded, letting out the breath she was holding. "I'm fine, it's just a lot to take in."
"Thanks," he smirked.
"Shut up," she chuckled as she hit his chest before pulling him back to her and kissing him again. Monica gently ran his fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Chandler melted into her touch and sucked on her bottom lip. She rolled her hips slowly and their moans mixed, he held on to her hips as she started moving. Up then back down, slowly at first until her pace quickened. He groaned as he moved his hand to her clit, rubbing with two fingers that matched her pace. "Fuck!" Monica shouted.
Chandler quickly moved his other hand to her mouth as she laid her forehead down on his shoulder. "Shhhh." Monica whimpered into his palm as their movements continued. She dragged her nails down the sides of his arms, looking for something to hold on to as she moved her hips faster. The slap of their skin echoed around the room with each bounce. When there was a knock on Monica's door they both froze.
"Hey Mon?" A tired Rachel from the other side of the door called to her.
Monica dug her nails into Chandler's arms and rolled her hips slowly against him, just desperate for any friction. "Y-yeah?" she choked out.
"Are you okay? I just thought I heard you scream."
"I-I'm fine! Sorry, I just…I got a papercut from my book," she rolled her eyes at herself. The chuckling in her ear from Chandler didn't help at all.
"Do you need a band-aid? I have some in the bathroom…"
"No I'm fine, really it's-" she gasped when Chandler took her right nipple into his mouth. Monica tugged his hair, making him groan. "It's fine," she reassured quickly.
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, "uh…okay. Well, goodnight."
"Night!" Monica called as she tilted her head for him. She listened to Rachel's footsteps go back into her room next door before she looked at Chandler, "that was close."
"I wish I could just hear you scream," he hummed, thrusting his hips up. Monica buried her face in his neck as she groaned and started to move her hips again. As her pace quickened, he started rubbing her clit again, making her moan into the crook of his neck.
"God, I want to," she whimpered. Monica rolled her hips against him and whispered in his ear, "Chandler, please fuck me. Fuck my pussy until I can't walk tomorrow," she begged.
"Such dirty language" he smiled teasingly. He was not one to disobey Monica and never needed to be asked twice. Chandler lifted her and laid her down on the bed. He grabbed her leg and kissed her thigh as he laid her leg on his shoulder. He thrust his hips forward till he was completely inside of her pussy, her walls clenched around him as he moved his hips faster.
Monica bit down on her bottom lip as she moaned, throwing her head back against the pillows. She rolled her hips up, grinding against him. "Harder, please" she begged. Chandler gripped her hips as he started to thrust his hips with more force. The bed under them rocked with each movement as he slammed into her. Monica arched her back off the mattress and pulled at the sheets. She had to cover her mouth again to stop herself from screaming as her eyes rolled back. Her leg moved around his waist as he moved down to kiss her neck, moaning against her skin. Chandler shifted slightly to a new angle that made Monica feel almost dizzy from the intense pleasure. "I'm so close," she panted and tugged on his hair.
As he felt himself getting closer and closer with each thrust, the grip on Monica's side became tight. She moaned his name as her hand moved to his hair again and gripped it tightly as tension built in her stomach like a knot. The walls of her pussy clenched around him before suddenly her climax hit. Her cum spilled around his cock and his climax hit only moments later. He groaned into her neck, riding out his orgasm for a few more seconds of bliss. Monica's leg fell from her waist as she practically went limp. He pulled out of her slowly and removed the condom before collapsing onto her. "That was amazing," Chandler mumbled.
"Very," she agreed. They both lay there, tangled in each other for a few minutes as they tried catching their breath. Monica gently smoothed the back of his hair down after noticing how messy it looked, "sorry about your hair, I kept pulling on it."
"Don't be, it feels good," he admitted. Chandler moved off of her and laid by her side, playing with her fingers absentmindedly. "You scratched my arms up though" he chuckled, looking at his arms to access the scratches.
Monica gently stroked his arm, "I'm sorry," she giggled at the marks she had made on him. "At least it's cold so you'll be wearing long sleeves. No one will see it." She leaned forward and kissed the red marks on his bicep. "It doesn't hurt does it?"
"No, it stings a little but I like it. It's proof that I had sex with Monica Geller" he smiled.
She rolled her eyes and laid her head down on his chest. "Can we do it again?"
Phoebe walked down the stairs to the kitchen and started to make a cup of coffee. When the machine started, she grabbed a mug from the cabinet and looked over at Chandler asleep on the couch. She quietly walked over to him and watched him just breathe deeply, wrapped in a blanket and hugging a pillow. "Chandler!" she shouted.
He jolted awake, sitting up and looking around before his eyes landed on Phoebe. "What time is it?"
"About six-thirty. How's the couch?" Phoebe asked as she went back to the kitchen to check the coffee.
"Oh it's great," he muttered. Chandler laid back down, feeling completely exhausted considering he didn't get much sleep. He heard more footsteps coming down the stairs and his girlfriend's voice talking to Rachel. Chandler sat up again just to watch her, it's been a week with Monica and he was still in awe that she was his. It was surprising that no one had caught on to their relationship by the amount he just stared at her every day. Maybe it was because it was too unbelievable that a woman like her would settle for a guy like him, and he wouldn't blame them for thinking that.
Monica walked with Rachel to the kitchen. She could feel Chandler's eyes on her, but she had to ignore him for the time being because Rachel was not dropping the subject of her papercut from last night. "I'm sorry I woke you up, but I was just in pain. It won't happen again."
"I'm just saying you screamed too loud for a cut too small you can't even see it." Rachel grabbed a mug for herself and let Phoebe pour her a cup of coffee. "Did you hear her last night?"
"Yeah, when she screamed? I thought she was having a dirty dream," Phoebe smirked behind her mug.
Monica rolled her eyes and looked down to hide her face as it started turning red, "I wasn't. It was a papercut. That's all." She ignored both of their skeptical looks and went over to the living room. As she went to sit down, Chandler moved his feet for her and rested his legs on top of hers.
"How's your papercut?" he asked with a smirk.
"Sore, thank you, Chandler." She wasn't lying either. She felt sore, just not because of her finger. Monica watched him get up with a smug smile as he went to the kitchen. She wanted to be mad because he shouldn't be strutting around like it was obvious he had sex. How was he not concerned about being caught? Not that he didn't have anything to be smug about, they did have sex seven times last night. Each time was somehow more amazing than the last. What she loved most about last night was they learned more about each other. She learned that Chandler loved it when she was in charge, which was almost too perfect because she loved being in charge. He also loved her boobs which she didn't understand but she wasn't complaining about it either. He was so attentive and caring, making sure everything was good for her all night. If everyone knew about their relationship, she would be telling Rachel and Phoebe all about how amazing he was. She wanted to be gossiping about the best sex she's ever had with her best friends and it almost hurt that she couldn't say anything to anyone. She looked up when Chandler was suddenly in front of her, holding out a warm cup of coffee.
"Coffee with sugar and a splash of milk just the way you like it." Chandler sat next to her after she took the mug from his hands. He sipped at his coffee just watching his girlfriend smile as she sipped her coffee. "What were you thinking about?"
Monica was about to respond with the truth until Phoebe and Rachel joined them in the living room. "Just about…skiing. I'm excited to start. Aren't you?"
"Yeah, I mean, I've never skied before so we'll see how many times I fall on my ass," he chuckled while sipping his coffee.
"Twenty bucks says he breaks an arm," Phoebe offered.
"Ooo okay, I bet he'll break a leg" Rachel perked up at the opportunity.
Chandler furrowed his eyebrows looking between the both of them. "Woah, who said I'd be breaking anything? You don't think I'm that clumsy do you?"
"Uh yeah," Rachel looked at him like it was obvious before turning back to Phoebe. Both of them placed bets and Monica couldn't resist joining them. Then Joey woke up and started placing bets with the others.
Even with his friends betting on him breaking his bones, Chandler missed everyone hanging out together with no drama. Of course, Ross wasn't here, but it seemed like Rachel was doing better. Maybe it was selfish, but he wanted the drama to end so he could tell everyone about his relationship with Monica. He just wanted to hold her hand and kiss her without worrying about anything else. He also didn't want to give credit for Monica's screaming to a fake papercut. But it seemed like they would have to wait until Rachel and Ross could talk to each other again.
It's been a few days since the skiing weekend, Chandler didn't break anything, but Ross and Rachel were still not speaking to each other. Right now, Chandler was having his lunch break at Monica's Moondance diner, listening to her complain about not being further in her career by now. He ate his french fries, watching her serve other people behind the bar he was sitting at. "This is just a temporary job. I bet if you sent out applications to other places, they'd hire you in a second. You're the best chef in New York and I'm not just saying that as your boyfriend. I'm saying that as a friend who thinks that wig doesn't match that skirt."
As she poured an older woman coffee, she laughed softly at his joke. "I will. I just need to print out resumes." Monica stopped in front of him and smiled. "How are your fries?" she tilted her head.
"Good. Of course. Do you want one? When is your lunch break?" Chandler held out a fry for her to take.
"I'm not allowed to take your food, you know that." She checked her watch and smiled slightly, "one more hour till my break. Rachel should be here soon by the way."
He grumbled, putting the fry back down before grabbing his coat. "I don't understand why I can't be here when she gets here. It's not like she'll know about us by me eating."
"I just don't want to risk it. Plus, my boss will get mad if I'm just standing and talking to two of my friends. I'm sorry, it sucks. I just want to be careful." Monica grabbed his plate and put it in the nearest bus tub
Chandler shrugged on his jacket and leaned on the bar, "I understand. Hey, if you want I can type up a resume and print some out at my office if you want," he offered.
Monica leaned on her side of the bar to get closer to him, "Really? That would be so amazing, thank you." She put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a quick kiss. "You're the best."
"Well, what are secret boyfriends for," he smiled. "Call me on your break?"
"Of course."
Chandler stole another kiss from her before he had to leave. He went back to his office and started focusing on making a resume instead of the actual work that needed to get done. Monica continued her shift until Rachel came in for her lunch break, occupying the seat Chandler was minutes earlier. She told Monica all about what happened in her office that day so far and her new co-worker Sophie. Eventually, the conversation shifted, "so Mon, you haven't had a date in a while. Do you want me to set you up?"
"Yeah, how many eligible straight guys are in your office? Especially now that Mark is gone."
She rolled her eyes with a slight smile, "okay, good point."
Monica turned to the customer that was sitting by Rachel, "Can I get you anything else?"
"Yeah, can I have a slice of cheesecake and a date with you?" The man smiled at her, clearly eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Uh…" She chuckled awkwardly and glanced at Rachel. "I don't think so."
"Come on, you were just talking about needing a date. Why can't it be me?"
Monica gave him his plate of cheesecake with a sigh unsure of what to say. At least not in front of Rachel. "You don't know me very well. I mean this is just a costume, you know that right? It's just a wig and these are fake, so really you don't know what I look like."
Rachel grabbed a napkin and wrote down Monica's phone number, "call her. Honestly, she needs it."
"Oh I will" he smiled, putting the napkin in his pocket. "The name is Pete by the way."
"Look Pete," Monica glared at her friend. "I'm flattered, but I'm not interested."
"Why not Mon, you haven't been on a date since Richard. That was months ago. Seriously, it's time to move on," Rachel encouraged. "She'll go on a date with you. Will you call tonight?"
"No, Rachel, what are you doing?" She clenched her jaw trying not to yell in the middle of work. She needed to end this now or it could mess things up with Chandler if he found out. Jumpy, scared of relationships Chandler.
Pete wrote a check to pay for his tip, writing his number down in the memo section. "How about, you call me when you're ready" he offered as he got up. Pete pushed the check to her before leaving the diner.
"You should go out with him! He's handsome, he seems charming, what's stopping you?" Rachel insisted.
Monica grabbed the check and shoved it in her pocket without even looking at it, "Because I don't want to. Why would you give him my number after I said no?"
"What's one date going to hurt? Seriously, I'm just worried. Are you seriously not over Richard?"
"It's not about Richard. It's about guys who come to my work and hit on me after I tell them no. I just don't want to date him. I don't find him attractive and I don't think he's charming at all. I'd rather forget all about this," Monica cleared his plate and wiped down the counter. "If he calls, don't talk to him."
Rachel put her hands up in defense, "fine. I'm sorry," she apologized.
"It's fine," she muttered. "I just hope he doesn't call."
Chandler walked into Monica's apartment after work and she was already there with Rachel. He pulled out a folder with a stack of papers out of his briefcase. "I believe these are for you."
Monica took them with an appreciative smile. "Thanks," she opened the folder and started reading through the resume he had written. It was actually good, he included everything she told him during their phone call at her break.
"What's that?" Rachel asked as she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.
"Just some resumes I asked him to print for me. I just need to get out of that diner y'know?" she chuckled, closing the folder and putting it on the table.
"So, you're sure about Pete? If you leave the diner, what if you never see him again? Plus that check he gave you?"
Chandler furrowed his eyebrows, "who is Pete?"
Monica quickly put her hand on his arm, "no one. Just some stupid customer."
"What check? Why is he giving you checks? Your diner doesn't accept checks."
"It was a tip!" Rachel smiled excitedly. "Twenty thousand dollars! Isn't that crazy? I think she should give him a chance. Don't you?"
His jaw clenched, and he grabbed onto the chair in front of him. Chandler wasn't sure what he was supposed to say here. What he wanted to say was, fuck no. But he knew he couldn't. "Well, what does Monica think of him?" He tried his best to appear calm.
"She's being incredibly difficult. He's handsome, he's funny and he seems nice. I'm close to making her go on the date. It's been a long time for her, she needs to get back out there," Rachel ignored Monica's glare.
Chandler crossed his arms, leaning against the counter, "shouldn't we let her decide? Maybe there's a reason she hasn't been on a date. Or maybe, he's not that funny and probably ugly and he sounds like an asshole to me."
Monica couldn't stop herself from smiling at his jealousy, but it was going to get worse if she didn't stop. Before she could even say anything, the phone rang. She looked at Rachel who was already looking at her with a knowing look. When Monica answered the phone, she tucked her hair behind her ear nervously, "Hello? Pete, hi."
"She's not going out with him," Chandler sat down at the table and grabbed the check that was sitting there.
"And who are you to say she can't?" Rachel sat next to him.
He was tempted to rip the check into pieces and throw it out. "I'm not saying she can't. Just that she won't. Because I think she deserves better than a guy who tries to buy her," Chandler read the name written on the check and sighed. "This is Pete Becker? He runs Moss 856, every office uses his program."
"We use it! He really is rich...Mon can't say no to that. It's time to get her back out there. That breakup with Richard was hard and he is the perfect match."
Chandler scoffed at the mention of her ex and looked at Monica talking on the phone. He wasn't sure why she was even talking to him for this long. It should be done by now. Now would be a good time to tell Rachel, right? I mean she wasn't letting up on this for some reason and Chandler wanted to tell Pete to leave his girlfriend alone. "She doesn't need to 'get back out there' she's fine," he grumbled.
"Listen, Pete," Monica started, but she was interrupted by him as he began his spiel about going on a date. She rolled her eyes, turning him out as she looked over at Chandler. He looked mad and seeing him so upset over this just made her mad at Rachel and Pete for not dropping this. "Look, I think we need to talk," Monica said before he could finish. How was she supposed to say this without Rachel overhearing? "We should maybe go to dinner so I can talk to you without my friends listening."
"So a date? I'll pick you up tomorrow night," Pete offered.
She rolled her eyes and gave him her address before hanging up. "We're going to dinner tomorrow, are you happy?" Monica slumped into a chair by Rachel.
"What?" Chandler and Rachel asked at the same time with two very different tones.
"I figured I'd go to get you off my back, and so I can talk to him alone…" she looked at Chandler, hoping he would understand. "I don't want him calling me all the time so I'm going to get this over with."
"There's got to be a better way to do that than going out with him," Chandler argued.
Rachel clapped her hands together a few times, "this is so exciting! Monica is going out with a millionaire" she practically squealed.
Chandler rolled his eyes as he got up, "okay. Well, I'm gonna go. I'll see you later," he mumbled as he left the apartment before Monica could say anything. All he needed was time alone just to think for a few minutes. He sat on the step in the hall, leaning against the wall. Both of them agreed to keep their relationship a secret to keep their friends out of it, but right now the secrecy just didn't seem worth it.