A/N:So, what's next you ask? Season nine's: TOW The Donor. I still don't own anything, including, the first six lines of dialogue in this chapter. And also: Phoebe never ran into David in my account of the episode…. And let's pretend Rachel didn't have that awful crush on Joey. On to the story:

Joey was just sitting on the orange sofa in Central Perk eating a cookie, when all of a sudden, Phoebe came walking through the door, wearing a revealing black dress.

" Wow! You look... stop-eating hot!"he exclaimed in awe, as he promptly dropped the cookie.

" Which is like the highest level of hotness!" he went on, truly meaning his words. Phoebe had always been a very attractive woman, in his opinion, but in that dress she just looked… stunning.

" Are you sure? Because I'm really dreading going to this party," Phoebe retorted uncertainly, while looking down at her attire.

" Then, don't go!"

" Mike knows I'm coming, and if I don't show up he'll think it's because of him! And I don't want to lose face! That's a very serious thing in my culture," the blonde went on explaining.

" Alright, then you go to that party and you pretend to be over Mike. And afterward you come to my place and I'll get you good and drunk!" Joey suggested.

" You got it! Okay. But not on the wine that you made, okay, because I just don't want to go back to the Emergency Room," Phoebe whined, still remembering the last time- the terrible time, she and Joey had been drinking some of his special homemade wine.

Joey smiled in response, giving her the thumbs up, as he watched her make her way out of the coffeehouse again.

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It was only a short time later, that Joey was sitting on his BarcaLounger and that he heard three firm knocks at the door.

" Oh, I know that knock," he muttered, right before abandoning his slice of pizza and getting up.

" Hey, Pheebs. What's up?" he greeted his best friend, when he'd opened up the door.

" Uhm… hey, I was just wondering if we could, you know… get really drunk now?" his friend inquired, with a rather sad look on her face.

" Sure, hey, I've got nothin' to do. Come in," Joey offered, leading her inside. He had noticed her offbeat mood and he really wanted to make her feel better again. He hated seeing her like this.

" Thanks… so Mike has found someone new," she explained dejectedly, while staring down at the floor.

" Oh… oh, I'm so sorry," Joey brought out sincerely, as he started rubbing both of her shoulders.

" Here, sit down," he went on, while he gently pushed her towards Rachel's chair.

" Sure," she retorted, taking a seat.

" You… eh… you want some pizza?" the actor asked unsurely, as he gestured to the cardboard box on the counter.

" No, no I'm really not hungry," Phoebe responded.

" Eh… you want some wine then? Chandler got it for me, I didn't make it myself, I promise."

" Well, yes, Joey, that's kind of what I'm here for," she replied, her voice sounding more irritated, than she'd indented it to be. After all: it wasn't joey's fault that Mike was such a scumbag.

" One glass o' wine, coming right up," the Italian declared, pouring some of the dark red liquid, in a fancy glass.

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" It wasn't until about an hour later, that they both really started to feel the impact of the alcohol, as Phoebe slurred: " Why do guys always leave me? Am I really that horrible?"

" No, no of course not, you're great, Pheebs. That Mike-guy's just a bit of a weirdo," Joey threw back, attempting to kneel down in front of her, but being unsuccessful in doing so, as he fell backward to the ground.

" Oh… oh god, Joey, are you okay?" his blonde friend asked, as she jumped up from the chair, kneeled down beside him and gently stroked his hair.

" Yeah, yes I'm fine. There's nothin' to worry about," he reassured her, involuntarily blushing a little bit, at the warmth of her fingers.

" You sure about that? I think… I think I feel a bump," Phoebe brought out, while softly rubbing at the back of his head.

" So what? That's not important, the important thing now, is your well-being, Pheebs," Joey slurred, moving up to look her in the eye.

" Yeah… well, I'm not doing very well, Joey. I miss a guy in my life sometimes. I mean… I'd finally thought I'd found my man with Mike, but then he didn't want to get married, so that went down the drain. I… I've been thinking… maybe, maybe I'm just meant to be alone, you know: die an old maid."

" Oh, no, please don't say that. You ARE NOT meant to be an old maid. I mean: have you looked in the mirror? You are one of the most sexy women I've ever come across, Phoebe and I've seen a lot of hot chicks in my time, believe you me."

" Thank you, Joseph, you're very sweet," she retorted sincerely, as she reached for the bottle of wine again.

" Don't… don't cha think you've had enough?" the actor got out, while attempting to take the bottle away from her.

" No, no I don't think I've had enough, it's going to take a whole lot more of this stuff, before I can get myself to calm down again!" Phoebe spat drunkenly, right before moving the bottle out of her friend's reach and taking a rather large swig.

" Hey no, come on, Pheebs. You shouldn't be drinking that much. Hand me the bottle!" Joey suddenly stated, quite sternly, getting in the chair with her and grabbing a hold of the wine.

" Oh my god, Joey? What are you, like my dad? For tonight I can drink as much as I want to, alright."

" No, no you can't," the Italian said, as he took the rest of the wine and walked away with it.

" Hey, give it back! What's the big deal?! We're both adults, we should be able to do what we want with booze," the blonde protested, right before getting up to follow him.

" Yeah… but I care about you, Phoebe and… I… I mean: I don't want you to… Alright, look: here's the point: when I was little kid, my dad had this huge drinking problem and it destroyed his and my mom's life basically. I just… I don't want to see that happen to someone I love yet again. I know it may sound stupid, and I know I've drank quite a lot myself and we've had fun, but… will you just cut it out now? I mean: I think you've really…. really had enough now," Joey explained seriously.

" Fine, Joey, if it means that much to y… hey, wait a minute, did you just say you loved me?"

" Yeah and so what if I did? It's only normal, since we've been best friends for years," he declared, suddenly growing nervous. Could she be on to him?

" Oh… I think we're a little more than that, Joey. I think we've always been just a little more than that," Phoebe slurred rather confidently, as she started backing him up against the door.

" Phoebe… Phoebe, I don't think…" he muttered helplessly, when he finally felt the hard wooden surface against his back.

" Shh," she whispered seductively, right before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. Joey couldn't help himself, as he began to kiss back. It had always been his dream, to be with Phoebe like this and now he finally got the chance.

" Mmh, yes," the attractive blonde moaned, when he flipped her around and urgently moved his mouth down to her collarbone.

" Yes… Joey!" she grunted, when she felt a warm hand rubbing itself frantically over her chest.

" Oh… Pheebs… Pheebs, I love you," Joey managed to say, when he felt her hands starting to unbutton his shirt.

" I love you too, baby. I always have, ever since you first kissed me," Phoebe confessed sincerely, while wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing his shirt down his shoulders.

Then, everything changed, when all of a sudden: Joey's phone rang.

" I… uh… I, it's Charlie," he whispered guiltily, averting his eyes, as he remembered his girlfriend.

" Oh… oh right. Oh my god, Joey! I'm so sorry, I… I wasn't thinking. I just… I… I guess I'd better be going,"

" Yeah, maybe… maybe you should," he whispered, right before answering the call.

" Yeah, Charlie, what's up, babe? What… what do you mean?"

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Phoebe was just sitting in her apartment, thinking about how stupid she'd been for making out with her best friend, when there was the sound of a faint knock on her door.

" Oh, Joey, hey. What… what's wrong?" she inquired, immediately noticing the sad look on his face.

" It's Charlie… she, she slept with some other guy and then… as if that wasn't enough. She was the one that broke up with me," her friend explained bitterly.

" Oh, oh Joey sweetie, that's horrible," the blonde declared, as she started rubbing at his upper-arm.

Then, there was a brief pause in the conversation, until Joey finally opened his mouth again: " Hey… uh, Pheebs?"

" Yeah?"

" That… uhm, that thing we did before, I uh, I kinda want to do that again," he muttered shyly, keeping his gaze on the floor, just in case she rejected him.

Much to his surprise, she subsequently tilted his chin and softly retorted: " I'd like that too."

And that's was really all the encouragement he needed, as he suddenly lunged forward and began attacking her soft lips, with all the passion he could muster.

From then on, it wasn't too long until her sexy black dress was on the floor and his pants were pooled at his ankles, as he gently made love to her.

Then, when it was finally over, he slowly retracted, and pulled her down to lie next to him on the couch. They subsequently embraced one another, both still reveling in the wonderful afterglow. The sex had felt so right for the both of them and they knew that they wouldn't be contented, unless they could repeat that amazing experience again and again.

" I love you so much, Phoebe," the actor whispered softly, while he gently brushed his large hand through her silky blonde locks.

" I love you too," Phoebe retorted, right before pecking him on the lips. Knowing, that she wouldn't be completely happy, unless she could wake up in this man's arms every single day.