FINALLY!
I know, I know, took me long enough! Sorry about that, but I was really, really, really stuck.
So, a gigantic, huge shout out to my good friend Monicourt! She helped me through my stuck moments and helped me keep my sanity YET AGAIN, so alllll the credit goes to her for this getting out, and this is dedicated to her! Thank you SO much my friend! :) And if you haven't already, go on over and check out her amazing stories, you WILL LOVE THEM!
With that being said, unfortunately, I do not have the next chapter of WATC ready. I know I said in the beginning that I had most of the story written, and that was true, but I've changed a couple of story lines as I've posted, and now I'm behind. HOWEVER, I still do have a lot written, just got to organize it and write a few scenes here and there. So I will TRY to get it out before the weekend is up! Don't give up on me, it will be soon. :)
I feel like all I write lately is smut and angst LOL. So ummm...in case you didn't catch the rating change, *****this story is now RATED M*******.
Thank youuuu for all of the reviews and the love on this one! I'm glad you've enjoyed! :)
Love to all!
Monica turned over again and shut her eyes, trying her damndest to get to sleep. She'd counted sheep, took deep, relaxing breaths, and tried to clear her mind, but nothing was working.
She was still so very turned on from straddling Chandler earlier, feeling his lips on her skin, his hands on her body, his voice in her ear.
"Do you want me, Chandler?"
"Fuck, yes."
She swallowed and shut her eyes, shaking her head. She should be ashamed of how much that phrase replayed in her head since he said it not even 3 hours ago.
Fuck, she wanted him too.
She should be asleep, she was so tired from the all-day catering job, but still couldn't turn her mind off or calm her body down to sleep.
She groaned and grabbed the other pillow on her bed that wasn't beneath her head and covered her face with it.
Another five minutes passed, and she just about had it. She could go over there and crawl over him in his bed and pull down his pants and…
She rolled her eyes at herself, enough was enough.
She got out of bed and moved over to her dresser, after shifting some stuff out of her way, she pulled off the old, oversized t-shirt that she was trying to sleep in and slipped on a deep red, silk, lacy, camisole that was almost see through. She removed her scrunchie and let her hair that was almost to her shoulders fall freely. She shook her head to give her hair a little bit of life, then picked up a tube of lip gloss. Hopefully her lips would look irresistible to him, because dear God, his looked irresistible to her yesterday and earlier tonight.
She looked over her shoulder at the clock by her bed, it was almost midnight. She left them about 10:00, so she knew the movie should be over by now and Joey should be in his room (or her room, since those stupid boys were still in her apartment, but that was another conversation for later) by now. She slipped on her robe and some slippers, just in case she ran into Rachel or Joey.
She successfully made it through her apartment without a single sound, but the click of the door as it closed sounded like it echoed throughout the hall. She moved two steps and tried the knob of apartment 20, and the smile that stretched across her face with relief when it opened with ease might have been embarrassing if anyone had seen it.
She tiptoed in and turned to shut the door just as softly but stopped dead in her tracks when Joey's room door opened and he emerged from his temporary bedroom.
"Mon?" He said, his eyebrows furrowed, "What are you doing here? I thought you went to bed?"
She licked her glossed lips nervously, "I just forgot to tell Chandler something," she said softly, pointing to Rachel's room door, "it's kind of important, is he sleeping already?"
Joey shook his head, confusing her. She didn't see light coming from beneath the door, so he must be asleep, right?
"No, he got a phone call about an hour into the movie and left," he replied.
Monica's heart began to beat rapidly in her chest for about the fifth or sixth time, "He what?" She asked.
She was glad it was only Joey, who didn't detect the shake in her voice or question her further about what kind of question she had for Chandler in the middle of the night.
"Yeah," Joey shrugged and continued to move towards the refrigerator, the reason he'd gotten up, "he kept saying something about meeting up and told whoever it was that he'd be there soon."
She felt sick to her stomach, dizzy, and furious all at the same time. What in the hell was Chandler doing?
Clearly, she and him had started something earlier in the night, something that she very much intended to finish, and soon. But he leaves in the middle of his favorite movie that she got him for his birthday to meet up with someone?
"Uh, who was he talking to?" She asked. She was sure her face was red with anger and was glad that the apartment was mostly dark so that Joey couldn't see that.
But Joey didn't help matters as he shrugged, "I don't know, I know it was a woman, because I could hear her."
She looked behind her at his bedroom door, "Are you sure he left, Joe? That just doesn't sound like him."
Joey furrowed his eyebrows together, "Yeah, I'm sure. I told him I wasn't going to stop the movie because he was leaving and he just waved me off, put on his jacket and left," he lifted the bottle and took a sip of water nonchalantly.
"And you don't know where he was going?" She asked.
"No, Monica," he replied, "I'm not his mother."
Monica rolled her eyes at that response, "But you're his roommate and his best friend. I just think it's weird that you don't know what he left to do in the middle of the night."
Joey didn't think it was weird, "I wasn't about to ask him a hundred questions about where he was going, how long he was going to be gone, and who was he going to meet."
"Why not?" She asked, her voice rising just slightly.
"Guys don't do that," he answered, "geez, what is with you?"
"Nothing," she said, then crossed her arms over her chest, "I guess I'll go back to bed, then."
"Can't your question wait until the morning?" He asked.
"Well, I guess it will have to," Monica said sharply.
"I'm sure he'll be back early," Joey replied, "unless the phone call he got was a birthday booty call," he added, and she stopped walking to the door and turned to him, "because those can sometimes drag out," He wiggled his eyebrows at her and gave her a big cheeky grin, then a thumbs up.
Monica rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief, "Yeah, right. Night, Joey."
Monica had to work the next two nights, and she was glad. She didn't want to see him, not after what he did.
She'd finally caught up with sleep for the most part, and successfully avoided Chandler for two nights in a row thanks to a Knicks game with Joey one night and she purposely stayed late the other night so that she could "do inventory" at the restaurant which wasn't due for two months.
But tonight, she'd have to see him, because it was the gang's weekly movie night, and tonight was Ross's pick. They would no doubt be stuck watching some sort of drab movie that has some sort of 'educational value', which her brother annoyingly looked for in every movie.
She didn't have an excuse to get out of their tradition, and she knew if she tried, she'd get a thousand questions from her nosy friends.
And telling them that she didn't want to be around Chandler wouldn't solve any of her problems.
She just didn't get it. She didn't get why he'd run out on a booty call after what went on with them. She didn't think he was that kind of guy; it was something that maybe Joey would do, but not Chandler. He'd said he wanted her, but apparently that want could be filled by any woman.
She rolled her eyes as that night replayed in her mind as it had done multiple, multiple times. God, how she'd wanted him too.
She looked down at her watch and sighed as she stood from the stool and put her coffee cup in the sink. She usually would stay and wash her breakfast dishes, but she just wasn't in the mood.
She walked out of apartment 19 and started down the hall when she heard the door for 20 open.
And then he walked out.
She wanted to run, but knew he'd catch up with her eventually. She stopped walking and looked at him and the smile that spread across his face angered her. How dare he smile at her like that?
But good God, he was so freaking cute.
"Hey," he said, then jogged a few steps to catch up with her at the stairs, "I haven't seen you in a couple of days," he pointed out.
She pressed her lips together for a second, "Yeah, well, I've been busy," she responded firmly, then resumed walking.
He furrowed his eyebrows together at her tone and followed her down a few steps, "You okay?" He asked.
"Fine," she said, then shrugged her shoulders.
He lifted his eyebrows now, "You know, I'm not great with women, but in my 28 years of living, I know that when a woman says she's 'fine' that not all is right in Whoville."
Monica paused her descent of the stairs on the landing and turned to him, "Chandler, just leave me alone. I'm not really in the mood, okay?" She stared into those blue eyes that she continuously got lost in for what seemed like minutes, but was only a few seconds, then shook her head and she moved away from him.
Chandler grabbed her elbow and stopped her, "Hey," he said softly, then pulled her back towards him, "talk to me. What's wrong?" He repeated his question.
She was mad that he had this much effect on her. All he was doing was holding her elbow, but his fingertips touching her skin at the end of her three-quarter length sleeve shirt made her tingle.
His cologne invaded her too, and while she was trying her hardest to stay mad at him, she wasn't sure if she could for much longer.
She looked up at him and took in a shaky breath, "I thought we…" She started but stopped.
He stepped a step closer to her, "You thought we what?" He asked softly.
She sighed and shook her head, trying to make herself get a grip, "I came to see you on your birthday," she finally admitted.
He grinned at that, "I know, I remember," he pointed at his wrist, "I got this great gift from you," he added, "and a few fantastic kisses."
She rolled her eyes, "No, I mean, I came over later. About midnight or so," she said, and looked up at him to read his face.
To her surprise, he looked unbothered, "You did?"
She nodded, "Yes, but you weren't there," she pointed out sharply.
"Mon…"
"I mean, I know we didn't really set anything in stone about getting together, but I really thought that you," she stopped and sighed, "wanted me."
"Mon," he started, but she interrupted him for the second time.
"I asked you in the hallway if you just wanted to forget everything and go back to just being friends instead of whatever that was between us, and you said no. But then you get a phone call in the middle of your movie and run off for a booty call?"
"Monica…"
"I just can't believe you would do that, Chandler. I didn't think you would. Who in the hell even calls you up and summons you to them? I don't know who…"
She was silenced when his finger landed on her lips, "Stop," he said, staring down at her, "It was not a booty call," he stared into her eyes, then took a step even closer to her.
She swallowed and stared back at him as she waited on him to continue, his finger still on her lips, "One of my coworkers ran out of gas on the highway," he explained, "her husband was with her, but has a broken right leg. They had their two-month-old baby with them, and she needed help." He moved his finger from her lips, "She called and asked if I could help them. She just moved here and doesn't know many people in the area."
Monica suddenly felt lower than dirt.
Well, of course, he was being the hero to some woman in distress that needed help, because he was Chandler, and he had a big, kind heart, and like herself, wanted to help people when he could.
"I left to help her out, then I came back," he said, "but it was late, and you were tired, so I didn't want to wake you."
She swallowed and shook her head at herself as guilt continued to eat her alive. She spent so much time and effort over the last two days trying to stay away from him, when all she really wanted to do deep down was to be underneath him, or on top of him.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She was mad at herself that she allowed Joey to put the thought that Chandler ran off to meet some woman for sex into her head. That wasn't the charming, handsome, sweet, blue eyed man in front of her, and she should've known better. He wasn't Joey Tribbiani, he was Chandler Bing.
"And as far as you and me," he muttered softly, then let go of her elbow and moved it to rest on her waist, "I absolutely want you," he moved a step and so did she. Her back hit the wall, and she gazed up at him, "Just you."
Her lips parted as her heart rate sped up even more. The way she saw things right now, she had two options: One, she could go into a long speech about how sorry she was and how she never should've thought things like that about him, or two, she could lean forward the mere inches and kiss him, long and deep and passionately and apologize that way.
A proven method that worked, particularly with her and Chandler.
After a few more seconds dripping with tension, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him all the way flushed her as she held his head so that his lips stayed against hers. He grunted in response and dropped his briefcase on the floor, then gently cupped her face with his free hand.
Just like the night of the double date that ended better than it started, he pushed his tongue in her mouth and pressed his body completely into hers. Monica whimpered as she gripped as much as she could of his short hair. He moved his hand beneath her shirt and moved his fingers lightly across the skin of her back.
She had never responded to anyone like this before. He set her entire body on fire, and good God, if they weren't in such a public place, she would demand that he disrobe and slam into her now.
He pulled back to break their kiss, but his lips didn't stay disengaged for long before he moved down and kissed her jawline to her neck, below her ear and back up.
"Mon," he murmured into her skin when she moved both of her hands down his chest and rested them on his belt buckle.
"Yes?" She asked, then let out a small moan when he kissed that spot that she loved.
"I'm already an hour late for work," he continued, "but I'll gladly be even later if you let me take you back upstairs."
She felt her knees grow weak at the mere thought, but she needed to go to work, and she knew he did too, "We shouldn't," she answered breathlessly.
He pulled back and she immediately missed his lips and breath on her skin, "Oh," he replied, and she could tell he took what she said the wrong way.
She smirked at him and hooked her fingers into his belt loops, "I meant we shouldn't miss work just because we're horny."
She could see the relief on his face, then he smiled back at her, "Oh, well," he leaned forward and kissed her, "I think that's a pretty damn great reason not to go to a job that I hate anyway."
She moved her head to the side as he resumed his journey around her neck, then exhaled deeply when he moved her shirt away from her shoulder to place kisses there "I can't," she lost her train of thought when he moved to the front of her and licked the hollow of her throat, then peppered kisses back up to her lips.
She pulled backwards and moved her hands to his chest, laying them flat there, "Chandler," she breathed, and he smiled and tried to kiss her, but she pushed a little on his chest, "no, wait," she told him, and the pout that came over his face broke her heart a little, "I can't miss work," she said softly, "my Sous-chef is out and I need…"
"The waitresses and waiters can cook the food, then," he interrupted, but smiled at her to let her know that he was kidding.
"They can't do it as good as I can," she remarked.
"Mon, I'm learning very quickly that there are lots of things that you do better than most people," he smirked at her and lifted an eyebrow.
She chuckled lowly in her throat, then moved her head closer to his, "You just wait, baby. We haven't even got to the good stuff yet," she murmured.
He muttered another expletive as he felt himself growing hard with only her words, then kissed her hard and deep. As he kissed her, her hands roaming over his chest, to his shoulders, then into his hair, he felt his pants growing tighter and tighter. The combination of her mouth, her hands, the smell of her, her look, and moans coming from her made him incredibly dizzy. He groaned and made himself pull away from her, "Damn it, Geller, if you're not going back upstairs with me, we need to stop," he said, his breathing quick and short.
She licked her swollen lips and smiled at him, pleased with herself that she was having this kind of an effect on him. "Fine, Bing," she volleyed back, then ran her hand over him and leaned into him to kiss his lips once more, "I'll see you later," she purred.
He stood there, watching in awe as she walked away from him and continued down the stairs. He needed to let her get at least out of the building before he continued, because he knew if he caught sight of her any time soon, they would be putting on a live sex show for God and everybody in Manhattan to see.
He sighed deeply and took a few more deep breaths to try and get his head on straight. This was going to be a long, tortuous day.
Chandler happily and giddily walked out of his office after the incredibly long workday during which he thought about Monica. All of her.
Not that he hadn't fantasized about Monica before, because he had, multiple times. But in his defense, what 28-year-old single heterosexual male did not fantasize about Monica Geller?
He got on the elevator, unable to contain the grin that was stretched across his face, had been, since his make-out session with her this morning.
Now, he just had to get home, get through this dinner-and-a-movie thing with his other friends. He wondered for a second if there was a way, any possible way, to get him and Monica out of it.
No, he didn't think so.
But dear God, how he wished he could. He wanted to get in his bed with her, or her bed, or the bathroom, or the kitchen, or the living room, or the balcony…Oh, the balcony. That would be fun.
He couldn't remember a time in his life that he'd ever been this horny.
He groaned as he felt his boxers grow tight beneath his slacks yet again. He needed to get a grip. It was going to be several more hours before he could get his hands on her, so there was no need in thinking about it now.
A couple of hours passed, and Chandler flopped down in the oversized chair and bit down on a slice of pizza. Joey sat down next to him on the arm rest and Chandler cut his eyes over to his roommate. He'd hoped nobody would be so close to him until Monica got there, so he could discreetly touch her shoulder, or arm, or maybe a leg.
But of course, Joey spoiled that plan.
A few minutes into Joey's ridiculous story of a giant pigeon, the apartment door opened and Monica walked in. Chandler turned in the chair as she rushed in, "Sorry I'm late, guys," she said after the rest of them said their various hello's, "madness today," she said with a chuckle.
"I'm going to get out of these clothes, and we can get started," she continued speaking to the group, and as she passed Chandler, she winked at him and smiled and looked away from her so that he wouldn't give anything away.
Telling their friends about their recent…whatever this was between them would not be a good idea.
"But when a giant pigeon is staring at you like that, how can you not give him a French fry?"
Chandler snapped his attention back to Joey, "Uh, right," he said casually.
Joey nodded and stood up from the chair to make his way to the kitchen to tell Phoebe the giant pigeon story.
Monica emerged from his old bedroom minutes later, then grinned as she passed him, and went into the kitchen. She returned moments later, a bottle of water in her hands. She gestured with it and smirked down at him, then looked around the room before meeting his eyes, "Mind if we share?" She asked.
He knew that was for the benefit of their friends, because in what universe would he ever say no? "Sure," he answered.
It was the logical thing to do anyway, seating was becoming very limited now that Ross, Rachel, and Phoebe were all sitting on the couch, their shoulders nearly touching.
It wasn't an odd thing for Chandler and Monica to sit this close anyway, they sat next to each other most of the time. So, their friends wouldn't think that they wanted to sit together because they both were craving each other to the point of insanity.
As she sat down next to him, the faint smell of her perfume overtook his senses and he suddenly craved her even more than they had before.
She made herself comfortable and he casually rested his arm above her on the back of the chair. Innocent enough, he thought.
He had to shake himself out of it or, like this morning, he'd be putting on a show for everyone to see, and he didn't think their friends were ready for such an event, "So what movie did you pick, Ross?" He asked.
Monica shifted next to him as she reached for the pizza in its box on the coffee table. He moved one of his legs up to rest on it and glanced over as she bit down on the end of the triangle, and watched her as she pulled it away, the cheese stretching as she moved it from her mouth.
He swallowed hard.
Good God Almighty he'd never wished to be food so much in his life.
He cleared his throat and tried to focus on Ross, "Oh, okay, good, well put it in," he said cheekily.
He was glad Ross or anybody else didn't notice his lack of attention, because he had no idea what movie was about to show on the TV set, he was a little distracted.
Or…a lot distracted.
Once the movie began and Monica finally finished her slice of pizza, thank God, Chandler thought, she sat back next to him and curled into his side.
He looked down at her, and kept staring until she looked up, "How was that piece of pizza?" He asked her softly, and she grinned at him and moved just slightly closer.
"Delicious," she murmured, and looked over at the line of friends down the couch before she ran her hand down his chest.
He swallowed hard and nodded, "It looked it," he whispered softly. She scrunched her nose up at him and his mouth went dry.
"Monica, bet you want to see that movie!" Rachel said, pointing to the screen.
She had been thinking about what her and Chandler were going to be doing after her big brother's stupid movie pick so much that she hadn't paid any attention to the movie previews or anything else, "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, she said to Rachel, "what movie?
Rachel furrowed her eyebrows a bit, but shrugged, "It's called Simply Irresistible and it's about a woman that's a chef and she finds magical crab that makes her cooking so much better."
Monica nodded and chuckled, "Yeah, that does sound good," she said, "both the magical crab and the movie." She added.
"Your cooking doesn't need magical crab," Chandler murmured once Rachel had turned back to the television, "you and your cooking are already irresistible."
She shivered at his sweet words and felt her heart rate speed up. She slid her hand over to his and intertwined their fingers. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand, then began to play with them. A few minutes into the movie, and Chandler slid his hand down to her shoulders and began to lightly brush his fingertips where her shirt ended and her skin began.
He made himself look back at the TV, and, even 30 minutes in, he still didn't know what movie this was, who was in it, or what it was about, but there was nothing odd about that when it was one of Ross's picks.
Honestly, he couldn't care less.
He squinted towards the TV dramatically and groaned, "Hey, Rach, that lamp is causing a glare could you please turn it off?"
Monica let go of his hand just as Rachel and Ross turned to him, "But it'll be dark in here without it," Ross pointed out unnecessarily.
Chandler stared back at him, deadpan.
Thankfully, Monica came to Chandler's rescue, "And now, Ross, you're afraid of the dark?" She asked. Everybody but Ross snickered.
Chandler turned to his chair partner, a smirk on his face, then looked back at his other friends. Ross just narrowed his eyes at his sister, reached behind Rachel and switch the lamp off, the only light now coming from the TV.
Monica sat back in the chair, then slid her hand back in his when everybody else was focused on the movie. He moved his arm back around her shoulders, his fingertips grazed her skin and goosebumps covered her entire body now.
She cleared her throat as an idea formed to allow them even more privacy. She smiled and let go of his hand, "Chandler, do you mind if I grab this blanket that's behind us?"
Chandler smiled sweetly, "No, of course not," he said, then leaned up and allowed her to pull the oversize throw from the chair. No one even paid them any attention, which made her smile. She extended the blanket over herself and Chandler, then settled back next to him. He lifted one leg on the coffee table and leaned towards her even more.
After glancing at their friends, he moved towards her neck and whispered in her ear, "This is cozy."
She smirked at him, and triple checked that no one was looking. She leaned forward and softly, so, so, softly, kissed his lips.
About half the movie had passed, and Chandler found it incredibly hard to concentrate, so much so that he still had no clue what this was about. He wondered if Monica could tell him about it later, but, to him, she really didn't seem that interested either, in fact, only Ross did.
"Boring, huh?" She suddenly heard his voice in her ear, making her jolt and turn to him.
"Extremely," she murmured, then grinned at him, "there are so many better things we could be doing," she whispered.
"Fuck, yes," he whispered back, his lips grazing the outer shell of her ear as he spoke, causing more shivers to run up and down her spine.
She suddenly remembered that they weren't alone as she started to get lost in his perfect blue eyes, then snapped her head back to the movie, and so did he. He moved his eyes to look at the group of four friends on the couch, and watched as a big, blue, plastic bowl of popcorn was passed back and forth between them as they each grabbed handfuls and munched on it.
Still, no one was paying any attention to them.
Their normal closeness also proved to be helpful in this situation, because he and Monica usually chatted softly during a movie, and the others did too, but probably not about sex if he had to guess.
Monica slid her hand from his. He turned to look at her as she moved it to his stomach and lifted his t-shirt beneath the blanket so she could touch his skin.
She heard him take in a small, quick breath at the action and it made her smile.
Chandler tried so very hard to focus on the moving picture behind the glass, all that he could gather so far was that this movie was about some sort of scientist and Monica's hand was currently playing with his hair on his chest and belly.
He let out a shaky sigh, that thankfully no one heard but Monica, and shifted in the seat. He moved his hand from her leg to rest on her thigh.
Chandler looked over at her, and surprisingly, she seemed unaffected. After looking at the TV, he slipped his hand closer towards the seam of her sweatpants and smirked at her small, quick intake of air.
Her hand slid up to brush against his nipple, then she took it between her fingers and pinched it just a little.
He yelped, then coughed to cover it up. He moved his arm from around Monica's shoulders and reached for her bottle of water that she got earlier, twisted off the cap and took a few swallows of it.
"Sorry," he told Ross and Phoebe, who had turn to look at him, "tickle in my throat," he chuckled.
Both turned away, and Monica watched him as he sat back in the chair and fixed the blanket over them. She returned her hand to his belly, and he returned his to her thigh, and gave it another squeeze.
Monica lay her head on his shoulder and continued rubbing his abdomen. Eventually, she slid her hand just beneath the buttoned denim, and he squeezed her thigh harder now as she slowly moved her other hand to help her right unbutton his jeans.
He looked over at their friends as his breathing sped up.
He knew the beauty next to him was brave, but he didn't know she was this brave. Shifting his leg that rested on the coffee table, his knee made a sharper angle and he gripped the other side of the chair when she slowly, slowly, slowly let down the zipper so that it wouldn't make any noise.
"Awww," Phoebe said, and Chandler and Monica both looked at her quickly, "look guys, baby ducks!"
Joey nodded and sighed, "I wish we would've gotten Duck when he was small like that."
"See how cute and free they are? You shouldn't keep birds locked up like that," Phoebe gave her weekly lecture about the guy's choice of pets.
"But they're cute Pheebs," Chandler said.
"Yeah, and they are family!" Joey exclaimed.
"Guys! The movie?" Ross said in exasperation at the chatter going on behind him.
"Sorry Ross," Joey mumbled, "but Phoebe is hating on our family, right, Chandler?"
Chandler nodded in brotherhood solidarity, "Yeah Pheebs, stop hating on our family." Joey lifted his hand for a high five, and Chandler slapped it quickly.
She groaned, waved them off, then curled her legs up beneath her as she returned to the movie.
Monica's hand, meanwhile, hadn't stopped its mission to torture Chandler, apparently.
Once the denim layer was out of the way, she slid her wandering hand back up and fingered with the elastic of his boxers without taking her eyes off the screen. He was impressed with how sly she was, and even if their friends were to look in their direction, they wouldn't know a thing about what was going on underneath the blanket.
Chandler's hand gripped the side of the furniture and he bit back a groan when her hand brushed against him. He was already hardening, and she smirked at him through the darkness at that fact. She turned her attention back to the movie as she moved his boxers beneath his dick.
He sharply inhaled but did it quietly enough so that no one noticed. She was proud of him and didn't know if she could ever do the same.
She slowly wrapped her hand around him and, without moving her arm or her blanket too much, began to stroke him slowly.
Monica was pleasantly surprised at the feel of him in her hand, and she couldn't wait to get her eyes on him…and her body on him. She held in the moan that was bubbling in her throat when she mentally fast forwarded to later, when she'd feel herself stretch to take him in.
She rubbed her thumb over his tip, and it made him shift in the chair. He carefully moved his hand to underneath her shirt so that he could feel her skin. He wanted to move his hand up to feel her breasts, but he didn't think he could do it without too much movement, so instead, his fingertips moved beneath the elastic of her baggy sweatpants.
She continued to stroke him, slowly, purposefully, and she felt his hips push into her hand more than once. She slid her hand down at one point and gave his balls a firm squeeze and he covered up his gasp with a fake yawn.
When Monica made sure that nobody was looking, she moved her head up his shoulder and smirked at him.
God damn, he wanted to kiss her, in fact, his entire body ached to do so. But he couldn't now. There were too many people around, and if there ever were a time he wished for a magical wand so he could make them all disappear, it was now.
The colors from the TV lit up her gorgeous eyes and the look she was giving him sent him into a dizzy spiral. He made a mental note to make up for it later.
"Chandler, Mon, do you guys want any of this popcorn?"
He jerked his eyes from her to Phoebe, who looked quizzically at him, an eyebrow raised, "You okay Chandler?" She asked softly, "You look a little pale."
He shrugged as casually as he could because he knew where all the blood in his body was located now, and it wasn't in his face, "Yeah, fine Pheebs," he answered.
Monica shook her head and let him go, then stretched her arms up and yawned to show Phoebe that nothing funny was going on, "No popcorn for me, thanks. The pizza filled me up." She said.
Chandler was so impressed with her ability to do this so smoothly. He was a nervous wreck, but it wasn't enough to cause him to not want to touch her or want her to stop touching him, "I'm good too, thanks." He managed to say to Phoebe.
Phoebe shrugged easily and handed the giant bowl back to Joey, then turned her head back to the movie.
He shifted in the chair and readjusted as she fixed the blanket and returned her hand to his hard dick.
He pressed his lips tighter together and grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning or groaning or sighing too loudly. And this was just becoming not fair. Really not fair.
He desperately wanted to touch her too, but he was genuinely worried that he couldn't be as slick about it as she was. He let out a shaky breath and slid his hand beneath her sweatpants and over her underwear.
He began to trace the lacy material of what he guessed was a thong, if not, it was something extremely skimpy and he couldn't wait to lay his eyes on her. He continued to feel the fabric and allowed himself to wonder what color they were, and how they looked on her sexy body.
"Is this a thong?" She slowly looked a him, a grin on her face, "What color?" He almost had to know.
"Black."
He swallowed hard, "Fuck, that's hot."
"Thought you might like that," she replied, but her smile went away and she gasped a little louder than she should've when he slid his hand between her folds. She covered it up with a fake sneeze, and two of their friends on the couch murmured a "bless you", but no further commentary was made.
She squeezed his dick in her hand as a response, and he grunted softly, then looked at her, his eyebrows raised, as he slowly moved her thong out of the way and pressed her clit with his fingers. She literally bit her bottom lip so hard so she wouldn't scream, then shifted her hips away and grabbed his wrist quickly so he wouldn't do it again.
He looked at her, a very small hint of a smirk on his face, then raised his eyebrows in question. She subtly shook her head and mouthed to him, not if you want me to stay quiet. She pulled his hand from her pants, and he returned it to her thigh, a safe zone, he'd decided, so that she wouldn't scream.
He grinned at her and turned his head to look at the movie, which must have been getting close to the end by now, it had to be. It had been playing for at least three hours.
Okay, maybe it hadn't, but it sure seemed like it to Chandler. Because all he wanted to do was get into that bedroom with Monica and have his way with her. He glanced at her mouth and good God, how he couldn't wait to experience the taste of her tongue.
She started to stroke him slightly faster now, with small, quick strokes just beneath the head. His breath caught and he slipped his other hand that wasn't tucked between her thighs under the blanket and grabbed her hand to stop her.
She didn't even have to look at him to know what that meant. If she continued much longer, she knew they'd have a sticky mess all over the blanket, his jeans, and her hand, and the crowd in front of them would have known exactly what they had been up to.
He suddenly realized that they would need a plan so that he wouldn't have to go back to his apartment after the movie, instead, he could just take her into her room and have his way with her in there. He leaned down to her ear and whispered so softly that even she had trouble hearing him, "Act like you're sleeping."
She lifted her eyebrows, but smirked at him as the music began to swell and the movie was about to conclude.
She quickly tucked him back into his underwear, and he buttoned his jeans and zipped the zipper slowly so that it didn't make any noise.
She made sure she wasn't touching him anywhere inappropriately and rested her head on his shoulder, and just as the credits rolled, she closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open just slightly, as if she'd been sleeping.
"That was a really good movie," Ross said happily, then turned to see that his friends, of course, were less than impressed. His face fell, "Let me guess, you guys didn't like it?" He asked nonchalantly.
Rachel pat her ex-boyfriend's shoulder, "Afraid it was a bore-fest, Ross. Look, you even put your sister to sleep," she pointed to Monica, "anyway, I want a hot bath before bed. Night guys," she said, then walked into her bedroom.
Ross gaped at his younger sister, "Really, she fell asleep?"
Phoebe looked at Ross, "She did work all day," she pointed out softly.
Chandler looked down at Monica's beautiful face, then nodded when he looked at his blonde friend, "Yeah, can't blame her for not making it through that anyway," he chuckled sarcastically.
Joey kissed Phoebe's cheek and stood, "Yeah, anyway, this was fun guys, but I've got a date," he said proudly.
Everyone but Monica looked at him, "You have a date?" Ross asked in disbelief, then looked down at his silver watch, "It's 11:20 at night, dude."
Joey grinned, "I couldn't deny her the Joey love if she wants it that late."
Ross, Chandler, and Phoebe all chuckled softly at him. Ross then stood too, "It is late, and I've got Ben tomorrow. He squeezed Phoebe's arm as he passed her. He approached the oversized chair and nodded to his sister, "You want me to carry her to her room?"
Chandler shook his head, "Nah, man, I'll get her," he said quickly.
"You sure? I don't mind," Ross said, then stepped closer as if he was going to scoop her up anyway.
Chandler shook his head more and held up his hand, hoping that Ross wouldn't move the blanket that was still draped over them. If he did, Monica's big brother would surely get an eyeful he wasn't ready for.
"No, it's fine," Chandler said quickly, "I'll take care of it."
Ross narrowed his eyes just a bit, but then shrugged easily and walked past him, "Alright, well, goodnight then."
"Night," Chandler said softly, just before the apartment door closed behind her.
Rachel came out of her bedroom with her bath robe draped over her arm. She walked to the bathroom, hung it up in there and returned to the living room.
The two women were talking about the movie that Chandler hadn't paid an ounce of attention to, and still wasn't. He glanced down at Monica, who must have done this fake sleeping thing before. She was definitely a professional.
A few minutes passed and Phoebe finally stood and announced that she was leaving, and after goodbyes, headed out of the door.
"I think I'm gonna go take a nice, hot bath with candles and bubbles," Rachel told Chandler, then nodded at Monica, "You sure you got her?"
Chandler almost laughed at her question, because dear Lord, he was about to get her.
"Yeah, I'm sure," he said casually.
"Cool," Rachel replied, then waved at him, "night, Chandler," she said, and went into the bathroom. He waited until the locked clicked on the bathroom door before he cupped Monica's face and kissed her.
She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms tightly around him, and he deepened the kiss with ease. He dove into her, exploring her wonderful mouth, and God, this is exactly what he'd been craving all night.
Eventually, he heard the bathwater running into the tub and it snapped him back into reality. He broke the kiss and brushed some hair out of her face, then smiled at her as he leaned forward, pressed a kiss against her lips and jawline, just like the first time he kissed her, on the way to her ear, "Come on," he said in a breathless whisper, "I want to take you to your bedroom."
She whimpered as she tangled her hands in his hair and his mouth began to trail kisses down her neck, "Don't you mean your bedroom?" She whispered, her eyes involuntarily shut as she enjoyed every second of his mouth on her body.
He chuckled softly against her skin, then met her eyes, "As long as you are there, I don't care where," he answered, and she leaned forward to kiss him, "But your room is the closest," he mentioned coyly.
"It's still your room," she breathed when he kissed her neck, "when are you going to give me my apartment back?"
"Mmm," was his reply against her neck, "can we argue about this later?" He asked, then tangled both of his hands in her hair and kissed her.
She broke the kiss, threw her leg over his lap, and moved her hips into his, "Only if you have any energy left," she challenged.
"I've got some stored for you, baby," he murmured back.
Then, without warning, he grabbed her beneath the legs and swiftly stood, making her gasp as he carried her across the room in a flash. He put her on her own feet and shut and locked her bedroom door.
"Finally," he murmured as he approached her, "just you," he stopped and kissed below her earlobe, "and me," then sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
She moaned a little too loud for comfort and he quickly moved his head to plant his lips on hers, "Shhh," he murmured, "you've gotta be quiet, Mon," he whispered against her lips.
She'd never been fond of her name, particularly growing up. She used to say that she was going to change it when she turned eighteen, but now, when Chandler Bing said it, low, husky, and full of lust, it was the best sound in the entire world.
She felt her whole body shiver in anticipation. As many times as she'd fantasized this, she didn't picture this sweet, romantic style of foreplay that was happening between them, and dear God, it was perfect.
But she wanted to move things along.
She simply nodded at him for an answer, then ran her hands down his chest, and over him through his jeans.
He groaned and kissed her, then picked up her t-shirt with his fingers, "I want you," he repeated his statement from the morning, and it made her weak in the knees, "but if it's okay with you," he continued, "I want to go slow." He lifted her shirt just a little and rested his hands just above her waist. She shivered and grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt and pulled him to her lips.
"Slow?" She questioned, her heart racing so fast she was sure that it was about to pump out of her chest and between their feet.
"Yeah," he murmured and kissed her lips, "I want to remember every," he stopped and kissed her neck, "single," he kissed the hollow of her throat, "second," he moved to her ear and kissed the outer shell of it.
"I like slow," she whispered, and he leaned down to kiss her, but she backed her head away. He furrowed his eyebrows together, as she slid her hands down his chest, unbuttoned his jeans and let down the zipper, then pushed the denim down. He groaned and gripped her hips, "But right now," she continued and pushed his boxers down and out of the way and suddenly, he had no clothes on, "all I want to do is ride you until I don't remember my own name."
He felt all his blood drain from his head so fast that he didn't know how he wasn't on the floor, passed out, "Fuck," he managed say. He grunted when she pushed lightly on his bare shoulders and he sat down on his bed, then grabbed her sweatpants in both hands and pulled them quickly down her legs.
"We can do slow later," she murmured, bent over and let her fingers drag lightly over his dick, "besides," she breathed against his lips, "I think you probably need some relief by now, right?"
He still somehow managed to slow things down just a bit, and the adoring look on his face as he studied her body in only her thong made her eyes water. No man had ever looked at her like that.
He really did want to take this slow so that he could taste and touch and explore all of that gorgeous body that he'd spent many hours daydreaming and thinking about, even more so lately. But dear God, if she wanted it fast, he'd give it to her fast.
But first, he wanted a taste. "I want to taste you," he said huskily.
He grabbed her hips and yanked her body closer to him before she could respond, then pressed his lips against her stomach, causing a moan to escape her lips. He licked into her belly button and she whimpered, "Chandler," she panted. He lifted her leg onto the bed and moved to the very edge, then contorted his neck and bit into her thong, then continued south with his mouth as he ran his hands up her legs and hooked his fingers into the sides of it.
He slowly pulled them down and she didn't know how much longer she could continue standing on one leg since he was making her weak in the knees.
He angled his head and stuck his tongue between her folds and she cried out, gripping his shoulders even harder, but he took it so much further. He attached his mouth to her clit and sucked it hard, and she only lasted a few more seconds until she couldn't stand anymore and fell onto him.
He was slightly disappointed that his tasting tray had been taking away from him, but lifted a hand and cupped her face, "You taste so fucking good, Mon," he whispered.
"Really?" She asked as confidently as she could, but her voice shook slightly, "Let me taste."
He felt any remaining blood left in any part of his body rush down to his cock as she planted her mouth on his and her tongue flicked deliciously against his.
"God damn you're the hottest person on earth," he grumbled.
She wanted hard sex, and she wanted it now, "Let's go now, God, please, Chandler," she panted against him, "Please now, I need…"
His answer was to kiss her and pull her body flush against his, her breasts crushed into his chest.
She slid her hand between them and began to stroke him. He grunted and tried to move her hand away, but she just returned it to his dick and continued anyway. She then reached for her bedside table drawer and, without letting him go, grabbed a condom, "Mon," he murmured, but she didn't stop pumping him, "Monica," he said then halted her hand to warn her.
She tore the condom open with her teeth, then slowly rolled it down, "I can't wait to feel you," she breathed against his lips, "I want you inside of me."
She was pretty sure she was going to explode if she didn't get the relief that her body so desperately craved.
He groaned something and moved his hands to her hips, and helped her as she lifted herself up, positioned him, and slowly sank down on him, and both moaned in unison.
"Yes," Monica panted, "God, yes," she said, and moved her head to the side when he moved forward and placed his mouth on her collarbone, up to her shoulder, up her neck, below her ear.
She began to move her hips, and he groaned as she did so, "You feel so fucking perfect," he moaned against her skin, "so perfect," he said, and then moved up to below her ear licked there, causing another moan to leave her throat.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, then tangled one of her hands in his hair to keep his mouth against her skin. She began to rock her hips more now, and the new friction caused him to push his hips more too.
"Harder, Chandler," she pleaded, "I want more, please," she moaned.
He grunted and moved his arm to around her waist to hold her still, then began to pound into her with hard, quick strokes.
Her head flew back and her mouth fell open as this was exactly what she wanted, "Yes!"
"Come on baby," he panted against her neck, "come for me," he added softly.
She gripped his hair even tighter as her orgasm began to build inside of her, "Yes, right there," she panted, "right there, don't…" she exhaled loudly, "don't stop," she said.
He was growing tired quickly, but if there was one time in his life when he wasn't going to stop, it was now, "Yes! Yes!" She said, and he grunted as her inner walls clenched around him. She let her mouth fell open and she felt herself fall apart as bliss spread throughout her body. She let out the smallest, quietest scream, as she couldn't hold anything in anymore.
He continued to pound into her few more times, then grunted as he came. He held her tight, not wanting to let her go, ever. He let his head fall to her shoulder and began to place small kisses there, and now he could taste the thin layer of sweat that covered her body.
Both were breathing hard, their stomachs pushing against each other as they attempted to get back to the real world. It was quiet now, no moans, groans, grunts, or pleads coming from their mouths, just desperate attempts to catch their breath.
She finally released his hair and moved back from him, and a smile crept across her face, "That was amazing," she said softly.
"Yeah," he replied breathlessly, then smiled at her, "it was," he agreed.
She cupped his face and slowly moved off his lap and onto the bed next to him. She laid back and let her arms fall open beside her. He stood on wobbly legs and cleaned up, then sat on the bed and leaned over her, then gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
He pulled back and she cupped his cheek and rubbed it with her thumb lightly, "You think you can go again?"
He let out a breathy exhale, "I'm probably gonna need a few minutes," he said with a chuckle.
She grinned at him and ran her hand down his bare chest, "Really?"
He groaned and used every ounce of willpower he had left in his body and moved down her neck, "Only if we can go slow this time," he murmured, then kissed her shoulder.
"We can go whatever speed you want," she answered, then let out a moan when he kissed below her ear, "God, Chandler," she said, then gripped his shoulder, "I am so turned on by you."
He lifted his head and stared into her smoldering blue eyes. He took her hand in his and brought it down to his already hardening dick, "Ditto baby," he murmured, then kissed her passionately.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss and moved her head to the side when he kissed down her neck, "Maybe nobody will remember your birthday next year so we can make up for it like this."
She felt him smile against the sensitive skin on her neck, then he lifted his head and stared down into her eyes, "Yeah, pretty good chance that no one will remember my birthday," he said softly and lifted his hand and brushed a piece of hair from her face, "but, uh…" he stopped and sighed.
"But what?" She asked softly, then put her hand on his arm. Her heart started to pound as she began to panic with what she thought was him about to tell her that they shouldn't do this after tonight.
Because as wonderful as the first time was, and as good as she knew the second time was going to be, she knew they absolutely had to do this as often as possible.
He smiled nervously at her, "My birthday just passed," he started, and she nodded, "so what if I don't want to wait that long?"
She grinned at him and moved her hand to his chest, "Perhaps…. Christmas?"
He chuckled lowly in his throat, "I was thinking more along the lines of…tomorrow?" He said, and then returned his mouth to her neck, "and the day after that," then kissed her chin, "and the day after that…"
"What special occasion is tomorrow?" She asked teasingly, even as she sighed when he moved further south, leaving a trail of fire on her skin.
"Ummm," he murmured, then sucked her nipple in his mouth, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulders so hard that she was sure there were going to be nail marks left in his skin. When he finally released it, he moved back up to her mouth, "You and me in bed," he answered into her mouth, "that's the special occasion."
"Oh, good then," she panted, then cupped his face and kissed him.
When they broke, he grinned down at her and decided to let her know how much he'd been thinking about the idea he had earlier, "Or your balcony."
"My balcony for what?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.
He smiled and kissed her, "Sex."
She burst into giggles that he found adorable, "I don't think so, Bing."
Chandler's face turned into a sad pout, "Really?" She shook her head and giggled, "Hm," he said, then leaned down and resumed kissing her other breast, "it seems I'll have to work on convincing you for sex on the balcony, then."
Monica gasped when he sucked the nipple that hadn't had any attention into his mouth. Her head dug into the mattress behind her, her hands grabbed his hair and held it tight, "Guess you will," she moaned.
After finally letting that one go, he hovered over her and whispered against her lips, "Challenge accepted."