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They sat at their empty table; plates cleared, chairs pushed so close together their knees were overlapping and their thumbs were locked. Monica was biting her lip as Chandler smiled. "1, 2, 3, 4..."

"Do you declare a thumb war?" She asked

Chandler shook his head "You beat me the last three times."

She tilted her head to the side as her thumb stayed pressed to his "Just one last time..." She pleaded

He hesitated just to try and throw her off "Fine. Go!" He hurried to lift his elbow off the table and lean his body into hers.

"Chandler!" She laughed as he basically blocked her view so he could beat her this one time. She could feel her thumb being pressured by his. But it didn't feel crushed. The way he stood over her in a way she could smell his colon that he put on just for this special occasion. She was just about to lean in when he released and sat back down in his chair.

Her competitiveness resurfaced "That was so unfair!" She was mad but couldn't seem to stop smiling. The way his grin moved up and his eyes glistened.

"All is fair in love and war."

"That is such a cheesy line." She chuckled

"How is that cheesy?"

"It just is-"

"No, it just makes since at this moment in time."

"At this moment in time?" She repeated, raising her eyebrows, waiting for him to explain.

"Yep." Chandler knew he wasn't going to win this argument as he chuckled and bowed his head thinking of what to say next.

"Excuse me."

Looking up they both made eye contact with the guest of honor as they stood over them looking their best.

"Chandler. I know it's late, and I know you didn't want to show up tonight." Charles glanced at Walter next to him" So, as a gift to you, we decided you need to relax. To have some time to yourself we got you a hotel room booked at the Plaza for tonight."

Chandler was stunned. "I can't take that." He stood up rejecting the hotel key Charles had reached out to him "Besides, I want to spend this night with Monica. And plus, mom is waiting up for me." He explained "Even though I told her not too..." He muttered under his breath as a side thought. "It's fine, I should probably be heading back home, anyway."

"Son, it's a long drive back. Rest. And I'm sure Monica could stay with you."

Chandler was surprised by the fact his dad didn't mind his girlfriend staying the night with him in a hotel. They were teenagers, they had needs.

"Are you sure?" He finally made the effort to reach out for the key his father was handing him.

Charles nodded "Take it." Once the silence between the group became too much, Charles continued "You should get going. It's getting late."

Nodding, he grabbed Monica's high heels that were under the table and then her hand. "Congratulations. And I know I don't say it enough, but..." He paused "You're my dad and I love you."

Before things got to be too much, Chandler led Monica out of the ball room and outside.

It was dark and the night was getting chilly, but neither of them felt cold. Monica's hand stayed clasped with Chandler's as he led her to the car garage.

He paused, composing himself, turned around and closed the gap between them. Standing just outside the car, Chandler waited to get in as he rested his forehead against Monica's. In this moment he closed his eyes while his hands found the place on her hips "Come to the hotel with me."

Snaking her hands behind his neck, Monica closed her eyes with his "I just know that if we do this, tonight, it will open up so many things between us."

"I know." He whispered through the dusted air. But when he opened his eyes to find her sapphire, blue, marbled ones closed, all he saw was the orange light the garage held that night. Placing soft kisses on her eye lashes he knew that he just wanted her tonight. The fears it would bring, vanished. "I want to be with you." He continued to whisper "But I also want you to be ready."

Opening her eyes she saw him staring down at her "Maybe I'm ready...tonight." Grinning she leaned up to kiss him "I think we're ready."

The one bedroom Plaza Hotel room Charles Bing rented out for them was not the bedroom they had expected.

"Did you know about this?" Monica asked as she made her way over to the champagne bottle that sat perfectly in the ice box.

Chandler's eyes stayed focused on Monica's as he shook his head "This doesn't change your mind, does it?"

Putting down the bottle of alcohol she grabbed his T-shirt and planted a longing kiss on his lips. In that kiss she put all her feelings of love that she had in this relationship. "I love you Chandler Bing. And I want to continue this night with you. Whether it means we're drunk or sober." She joked

"God, I love you so much it hurts."

They were so close she could feel his body warm hers, hear the soft whisper of his breath as he exhaled. She inched closer and felt his hand circle hers once again. Looking up at him she found his soft blue eyes already locked on hers. He ran his fingertips up her forearm, leaving a trail of goosebumps blooming in their wake. Bringing his hand up to cup her cheek, he ran his thumb along her cheekbone. She nestled into his hand, feeling the warmth seep into her. Chandler leaned in, lips parting slightly, his eyes fitting down to rest on Monica's. His kiss was soft, but urgent. Their lips moved unison and suddenly, nothing mattered anymore.

Brushing his fingers across her shoulders, Chandler waited. His lips caressed hers as they tumbled onto the mattress.

"Wait."

His body was pushed upward as she needed room to breath. Hesitating she lied there with him on top of her.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't have to. He knew she changed her mind.

Making the small gesture, he rolled over to a sitting position.

"Where are you going?" She asked softly, bringing her hands to meet the bed.

He began to take off his shoes to slip right into his pajamas instead. "I'm sorry...maybe this is too soon."

"No." She stopped him while looking back at the bed she was now sitting up in "It's just..." Pausing she looked down, embarrassed "I've never..." Monica couldn't bring herself to say it.

Chandler stopped unbuttoning his shirt as he looked back at Monica.

"I'm sorry, it was just a momentary lapse."

"No." He moved quickly to face her "You have nothing to apologize for."

Looking up to meet his eyes she spoke softer than air that night "I want you to be my first, Chandler."

He nodded but didn't move.

She gently pushed him back on the bed.

"Just tell me if it becomes too much." He spoke right before his lips found hers again. "And I'll stop."

Slowly, they took turns removing each others clothing, until all that separated them was her excited breathing blowing on his chest.

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