A/N: Okay, so I finally got my act together and wrote chapter 3 to this unusual Ross/Phoebe saga. It would've arrived much sooner, if it wasn't for my lazy nature and my admittedly annoying habit of developing writer's block. I sincerely apologize once again to all the people, who've waited anxiously for an update, especially to CourteneyJune, who has asked me to continue this quite some time ago. Anyways, have fun reading the string of words listed below:
As soon as Phoebe's lips started moving themselves urgently against his, Ross quickly tangled both of his hands in her hair. They continued their ministrations, as Phoebe swiftly pushed him back into his seat and straddled him, darting her tongue inside his mouth with a dexterity, previously unknown to him. Ross grunted, then frantically brought his hands over to her purple jacket, removing it with ease. Phoebe briefly parted from him, hereby getting easier access to his sweater, which she practically ripped off. Ross produced a loud groan. Then, he tugged at her wrists, bringing her towards him again, eagerly acquainting his lips with the soft skin of her neck. She moaned soundly, urging him on as she ran a hand through his hair, yanking at the strands roughly to really signal her approval.
Ross then continued to kiss and suck at her neck, as his able hands needily began fumbling with the buttons of her pink shirt, the alcohol handing him a bravado, which would never ever even be associated with him in a sober state.
" Mmh," Phoebe moaned, when one of those very hands slowly travelled its way back up to the very top of her chest, his warm fingertips doing nothing in diminishing her current state of arousal. When he'd subsequently finally managed to rid her of her shirt, Ross found himself in awe of the gorgeous sight, which was currently displayed before him.
" God, Pheebs," he expressed his amazement, as he just marveled at her curves for a while, his hand halting to a stop. He'd never even dreamt that his friend would be this good-looking. Then again, he'd never really stopped to look at her in a truly sexual way before, except for the one time, and that had been years ago.
Yet, now, being here like this with her, seeing her in her half-naked state, as she panted heavily. This combined with the sweltering heat looming in the air and the slight intoxication, which currently had a hold over all his senses, he couldn't help but to suddenly recall just how good it had felt, when he'd had her warm body lying beneath him, completely submissive to his every caress, out on that dingy pool table that faithful night.
' God… I really wanted her, back then… I… I want her again now. I can… I can have her! She kissed me. She didn't… she… she never stopped me,' ran through his alcohol-fogged mind. He didn't even think about Mike-or Rachel for that matter-anymore. Nor did he overthink the complications, which would definitely reign over their friendship, if they were to engage in the unthinkable, afterwards. In Ross's case, common sense had left the building, ever since this exhilarating experience had started. Right now, he only knew that there was a beautiful woman, who truly cared for him, sitting right there in his lap and that he needed her, more than anything.
" Stop your staring and come here," she suddenly whispered seductively, successfully breaking him out of his stupor, as she grabbed a rather forcible hold of his head and meshed their lips back together, her nimble fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt all the while. After that, it wasn't too long, till Ross's hands reached behind her back, as they worked frantically to unfasten the clasp of her bra, while they bravely kept up their kissing, Phoebe meanwhile feeling herself getting strangely intrigued, by the powerful flavor of liquor swarming all around her partner's mouth.
" Oh, oooh Ross, that's nice," his blonde friend gently sighed, once she felt him sliding the last one of the straps down her shoulder, the fabric tickling her heated skin as the fingers of his other hand slowly and lightly began to massage her breast, at the same time. Then, as if she wasn't high enough on pleasure already, his head suddenly dipped, hereby allowing him to capture a nipple in between his soft lips.
" Mmh shit, Ross!" Phoebe cursed, her head falling back and nearly hitting the steering wheel, while she wildly mussed his hair about. She was amazed at the mere fact that Ross of all people was causing her to feel like she did, because she'd honestly never really imagined him to be THAT good.
' God, Rachel was right: he IS great with his hands… wait a minute… Rachel? RACHEL?! My god, Rachel... MIKE! Oh dear god, what the hell am I doing?! I'm married and this is Ross, for crying out loud: my friend Ross, my friend Ross who loves Rachel! Heck, it wasn't even 24 hours ago that they slept together! This is Ross, who has a CHILD with my best friend, and is probably way too wasted, to know just what kind of a big mess he's getting himself into right now!'
Suddenly reaching a state of enlightenment, realizing all the things that were incredibly wrong and inappropriate about this very situation, Phoebe hastily shoved Ross away from her-or that had been the intention at least.
" Ow!" came the indignant cry from her friend, when he experienced a sudden harsh tug at his hair.
" What the hell is going on, Ross?! For your information, I just want you to get away from me, hence the push! Why aren't you like… you know, just… getting AWAY from me?!"
" Well, I don't know… uh… hmm, maybe because I'm stuck?!" the paleontologist shouted heatedly, now finding himself in an awkward position, as his face was still uncomfortably close to his friend's chest, which she clearly didn't seem to appreciate very much anymore.
" What?! What are you talking about?" the masseuse retorted in confusion, while looking down, only to establish that somehow, a thin lock of Ross's hair, had become wedged between her wedding ring and the skin of her finger .
" Oh, oh god, I already see what's going on here," she stated matter-of-factly, as she nodded in understanding.
" Well… you think you can find it in your heart to free me?! I don't exactly LIKE the fact that I can't move and am irreversibly stuck in this place, you know!" Ross yelled, still trying in vain to break away from the blonde, as he attempted to act like his regular self, to reduce the uneasiness of the whole scene. About a minute ago, he'd wanted to ravish her right there, while now he was getting increasingly irritated by her lack of sympathy.
" Well, excuse me, but I think there are a lot of places which are way worse to be stuck in! I for one think you should be honored to have your head down there. You know, lots of guys would kill to switch positions with you, mister!" the blonde chided him, still doing nothing to aid him in his tricky predicament. Then, looking down at her naked form, she hastily grabbed a hold of her shirt and forced it in between Ross's head and her bare torso, to the best of her abilities.
Ross said nothing, just sent her a little glare, before he undertook another brave shot to get himself free.
" Ouch, goddamn it! This is not working out!"
" Oh no, oh no, okay… let's see. How do we go about this?" Phoebe contemplated, the time she took to mull over the issue, once again riling up the paleontologist beyond belief. If anything, this whole array of difficulties had definitely sobered him up again by now.
" If you'd like to think of something before sunrise, that would be very much appreciated, Pheebs."
" Okay, alright… just calm down, okay? God, you can be such a whiny crybaby! There's no need to get like this, you know. If anything, try using positive energy: sing a little, ya know, like one of my musical songs: When the sun comes up, bright and beamin'!" the masseuse chanted energetically, prompting Ross to squint his eyes at her, in a threatening manner. He really wasn't in the mood for singing, as his neck was already starting to strain.
" No, not a fan? Well, fine, Mr. moody… be murky. But anyway… oh yes, I got it. Mmh, alright… just hold still, I'll try to take it off," she then announced, right before attempting to do just that, not really having much faith in this working out, as she already had all the trouble in the world taking the ring off, without one of her friend's locks complicating the process even further.
" No, no, no! This isn't doing any good at all, stop aah… stop ouch… stop pulling, Phoebe! Please," Ross begged, crying out in anguish at the rough jolts, coursing through the roots of his hair, each time Phoebe yanked at the round, silver band.
" Okay, okay, I'm sorry… I'm sorry. Let me just… alright, so here's a question: uhm… are you like really very attached to your iffy, over-gelled strands of hair?"
" What… what are you suggesting?" the paleontologist asked wearily.
" I… am suggesting… hang on a minute… hang on… hang on… okay, just hang on," the blonde began, while going through her purse, with her free hand, causing Ross to sigh, as this scavenger hunt seemed to keep on lasting for all eternity, and he desperately wanted to possess the freedom of movement again.
" Well, it's not like I have any other choice," he commented, while gesturing to the ring.
" Oh, ooh, there you go!" his friend ultimately chirped excitedly, currently retrieving a pair of scissors out of the bag.
Then, before Ross had had the time to react, Phoebe had already snipped of the troublesome lock of hair, finally allowing him to move back from her, as he hurriedly pressed himself up against his chair and heaved a huge, relieved sigh.
" Ha! I got you free! The plan worked! Isn't that just great?!"
" Uhu," he agreed breathlessly, while closing his eyes.
" It does kinda suck that a teeny tiny part of you is still in here, though…" the masseuse suddenly mused.
With the urgent problem of helping her friend with his ordeal out of the way, her mind suddenly focused on what they'd done before again. As a result of this, she momentarily felt particularly guilty, as she stared at the dark brown tress, which was still stuck behind the silver ring Mike had given to her… trapped there, as a silent reminder of her brief, fiery tryst, with another man.
Ross briefly opened his eyes again, quickly giving her a once-over, before finally seeming to understand the exact same thing, as he flashed her a sad smile. Then, realizing she was still naked from the waist up, he swiftly lowered his gaze down to his hands-the same hands, which had travelled their way into treacherous boundaries, not too long ago.
Then, there was a long obstinate silence, before Phoebe finally decided to speak again: " Hey, uhm… Ross?"
" Yeah?" the paleontologist replied, now shutting his eyes tightly once more, trying to brace himself for the uncomfortable conversation that was bound to ensue.
" What er… what did we do… just now?"
" I uh… I don't really know..."
" Me neither… I do know one thing, though."
" Uhum," Ross voiced a squeaky answer.
" It was wrong, Ross… ugh, it was so god-awfully wrong and it should never happen again, ever… no matter how sad you are, okay, or how much we... you want it to happen. Do you hear me?" the blonde brought out seriously and somewhat sternly, as she now looked straight at him.
" Yeah, yeah, I completely agree, Pheebs and I'm.. I'm sorry, you know… about everything, I uh.." he paused for a minute, to swallow the large lump, which had been clogging up his throat. " I should have known better than to just use you like that. I really am very sorry."
" Well, you should be! Although, I guess it was kind of a little bit my fault too, really... You know, this may be hard for you to believe, but making out with me actually ISN'T going to bring Rachel back," his friend wisecracked, while smoothing down her own hair, as she attempted to lighten the mood, knowing she'd succeeded in her goal, once Ross let out a barely audible chuckle.
" I know… still… you were a welcome distraction," he stated, with a little smile, looking into her eyes.
" I know, I know… So anyway, hum... we should probably uhm… like, ya know: get decent again," Phoebe suggested quietly, while gesturing to their scattered pieces of clothing.
" Er… yeah, sure."
Then once they'd both gotten fully dressed again, Phoebe started up the car, hereby initiating an hell of an awkward ride home, as they both pondered over the strange, longing-induced happenings of that evening, getting increasingly consumed with feelings of guilt and shame, as they remembered just how good it had felt, to both physically and emotionally, rely on the other completely.