AN: Hey! Another FRIENDS one shot, and I know it's similar to the one I had posted previously, but I have some Chandler's POV ideas in mind, so I'll probably post them one day. I know this scenario has been used a lot, but I wanted to use it and keep the canon storyline because it always seems a little random, so I figured I could try to make it try to sound sweeter and less random. Hope you enjoy it!
It was Ross's wedding and Monica should be enjoying herself. But she wasn't. She was, of course, happy for her brother, but it felt a little unfair that he was already in his second marriage while she, who dreamed about getting married since she was 10 years old, didn't even have anyone to think about getting married to. The thought was making her depressed. And on top of that, her mother's constantly criticizing her didn't help. So, there she was, alone and depressed on the evening before her brother's happiest day. That's when she felt someone behind her.
"Hey Mon" - A familiar voice said. She turned her head up, to see him, Chandler Bing, pushing a chair and sitting next to her. He also looked depressed. Ignoring her own feelings, she tried to comfort him but eventually, he was the one who ended up comforting her. She loved that about him. How he always came to her when he was sad, trusting her to cheer him up, but also how he always seemed to sense when she wasn't okay and knew exactly what to say to make her feel better.
But when a drunk guy approached them and confused her with her mother, all the bottled up feelings came back up and not even Chandler and his caring words were enough to comfort her. Maybe her mother was right, after all, and she would never find anyone who wanted to marry her. Depressed by the thought, Monica decided that the best thing to do would be to get drunk and forget about that evening. She went to the bar and ordered scotch after scotch, while complaining to Chandler, who followed her, about how miserable her life was. She felt safe with him. She could trust him with all her insecurities and she knew he would understand because he was also somewhat of a failure at relationships. She could not see how could someone not want Chandler. He was the sweetest guy she ever met and lately, she had started to notice how cute his smile was and how beautiful were his soft blue eyes.
She lost track of how much time they spent at the bar until Chandler deciding that she was already too drunk and should probably go to her room and get some rest. They went to her room and she opened the door, but as she was getting in she noticed how her's and Chandler's hands were entwined in each other. As she realized he had been there, caring for her, the whole night, Monica couldn't help to smile. Next, she threw herself in Chandler's arms, hugging him.
"Thanks, Chandler. For everything" - She whispered sincerely into his shirt. He tightened the embrace, making heat rise from Monica's feet to her head. She was feeling slightly better about her thoughts, but it was not because of the alcohol. It was him, his presence.
"Always, Mon. Good night" - He replied, before kissing her temple. When he loosened his embrace, Monica felt empty and a growing need of having him closer again. She looked up, staring at his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he was staring back at her intensely, with a look she hadn't seen before. A look that made her heart beat faster. Letting go of his hypnotizing stare, she studied the rest of his face and for a second, her gaze stopped at his slightly apart, wet lips. She wanted to close the distance between them. Be in Chandler's arms forever. But as soon as she realized where her thoughts were going, she dropped her gaze.
"Night, Chandler" - She replied, after letting go from Chandler's arms, while turning to the door, entering her room. As soon as she lay on her bed, still on her dress, the sheets felt cold against her skin. The darkness of the room and the coldness of the bedsheets intensified the emptiness she was feeling. She could only think about how she just wanted to have someone, to feel wanted and loved. And so, she decided she would get what she wanted that night. She was going to have meaningless sex, just to feel wanted, even if only for an hour.
Her mind immediately went to him. But gladly, Monica was not that drunk, and knew that sex with Chandler would be a bad idea. She was aware of her growing feelings towards him and she knew that if something that kind would happen between them, she would not be able to stop herself from falling for him. And that would mean probably lose her best friend, the person she cared most about in the world. So, she started to think about who else would want to have sex with her. And the only answer she found was Joey. He probably would chicken out, but it was worth the shot.
Standing up from the bed, Monica went to the guy's room, only to find that Joey had already hooked up with a bridesmaid and would probably not come back. She could not hide a slightly disappointed look that Chandler must have thought were still her depressing thoughts from earlier, because he started to try to comfort her again. It was too late now to just go back to her room without Chandler questioning what that all her coming to their room had been about. So, she stayed and kept on listening to him.
"You were the most beautiful girl in the room. In fact, you are the most beautiful..." - As Chandler was speaking, he looked at her. And suddenly she saw the spark in his eyes. He was looking at her the same way she had looked at him earlier at her room door, with the same intensity he had stared at her with. Her heart skipped a beat and the alcohol in her blood gave her the courage to stop caring about what would happen. This was her chance of getting what she really wanted and she could see he probably wanted that too. Realizing that, Monica threw herself at Chandler and cut him off with a kiss. It was short because Chandler backed off when he realized what she was doing. But when she assured him that she was not that drunk, and was certain that that was what she wanted, he desperately crashed his lips again on hers.
The kiss was desperate and felt like they both wanted to do that for too long. His lips felt soft and warm against hers and suddenly Monica was feeling warm and complete again. He was her missing piece. She needed him. And she would be his for that night. She could deal with falling in love with him another time. And so, she let herself be loved by him that night, seven times. And the next one, and the next and eventually she had lost count. Yes, she had fallen for him, hard. But he also felt the same way about her. She had been happier than ever before, and she knew she could not live anymore outside of their "London time".