"Mon?" I hear someone call. I can't make out who it is, but they are close. I shrug it off and go back to sleep. "Mon?" I hear someone call again. This time I wake up, my eyes open a little and I squint at Chandler, who is propped up on his elbows staring at me.
"What?" I groan, I am tired I don't care.
"You were moaning in your sleep." He says.
"Ok." I say.
"What are you dreaming about?" He asks.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow honey." I say and fall asleep again. Once I do fall asleep my dream picks up where it left off.
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A few hours later, I am woken up yet again by someone shaking me. I shoot up in the bed and stared down at Chandler, who is staring back at me.
"Mon, you were like screaming out for me. What were you dreaming about?" Chandler asks worriedly.
"You." I say simply.
"What do you mean me?" He asks.
I smile and lie back. I slightly squeeze his arm and kiss him. "You." I say again
"Oh?" He asks, seductively.
"Ya, but we can't because it hasn't been a month." I tell him.
"Doctors are always wrong, why can't they be wrong now?" He asks and begins to kiss my neck.
"Who knows?" I reply, my answer makes no sense but I can't concentrate, due to Chandler's lips on my neck.
"What-what if you get hurt?" I asks as Chandler continues to kiss my neck.
"Mon, you already have me all kinds of turned on, so please if we want to stall keep talking." Chandler says, after he stops kissing me.
I decide to shut up so he can work his magic.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm hours later. I look over and realize that Chandler has already woken up. I takes me a few seconds to realize that I have no clothes on. I look around and find Chandler's black and white checkered pajama bottoms and my light pink t shirt. I put them on, and slowly walk out of my room, and see Chandler sitting at the table wearing his boxers and a white t shirt.
"Hey you." I say quietly, aware that Rachel is still sleeping.
"You don't have to be quiet I am sure Rachel didn't mind last night." Chandler says. A slight smile apparent on his face. I laugh slightly before I get myself a cup of coffee. "Hey Mon?" I hear Chandler say.
"Ya sweetie?" I reply.
"Was I good?" He asks.
"Oh god yes! You are defiantly the best I have ever had." I reply. I shudder at thought of his love making.
"Well I am happy about that. You are the best I ever had too." He says.
"Reality is defiantly better than my subconscious." I say and sit next to him at the dining table.
"Hey Mon, you remember Kip, right?" Chandler asks me suddenly.
"Ya…Why?" I ask.
"I don't know I thought I say him the other day." He tells me.
Slowly events from the incident come flooding back. I remember getting a look at the mystery man's face. He had thick eyebrows, blue eyes, sharp jaw bones, and dark brown hair. The attacker….. Was Kip.
"Oh my god." I mutter under my breath.
"What?" Chandler asks.
"It was Kip." I say quietly.
"What do you mean? Who was Kip?" He asks me as I stand up suddenly and begin to pace.
"The man who shot you. The man who almost raped me. The man who forced me to watch blood pour out of you! Was Kip." I explain.
"Honey." He says and grabs my shoulders to stop me from pacing. "How do you know?" He asks.
"I say his face. I know now, but then it was all a blur. The bright blue eyes, sharp jawline, bushy eyebrows, the dark hair. It was him, it was kip.
"Mon, it's ok. He's not in our life." He says and pulls me into his embrace.
"But it's his fault that you were shot, it's his fault that I had to watch you nearly die in my arms." I sob against his chest. I pull away and look up at him, tears spilling from his eyes.
"Hey, it's over, it happened. I love you." He says.
"Chandler, make love to me again, please?" I ask.
"With pleasure." He says and leads me into the bedroom.
AN: Hi, so I own nothing, and I am sorry this chapter is short it's just I need ideas, and school isn't helping! Anyway, I was listening to 'Love me like you do' by Ellie Goulding while writing this and I thought, its time. So please Review! (FYI I have a deep hatred for kip, so.)