Thanks so much for the sweet reviews, guys! They really make me smile!
I only intended for this story to be a one shot, but now I think I'll keep it going. They're just quick cute and fluffy moments for Mondler.
I just love them, don't you?
Chandler walked into the girl's apartment, loosening his tie, "Hey guys!"
The other five people in the room said their various hellos as Chandler walked behind the couch, "So my office is throwing a big Christmas party, and Doug said I could invite anybody I wanted." Nobody said anything, but they were all staring at him. "If you would like to go, let me know." He looked at each of their faces, still no response from any of them.
Ross was the first one to make a noise by clearing his throat, "So um, when is it?"
Chandler grinned and walked around the couch, "Next Saturday night."
"Oh, sorry. I have a date." Rachel said quickly.
"I have plans with David." Phoebe cut in.
"Yeah, I uh…" Ross looked around the room for any excuse, "Okay I just don't want to go."
Chandler sighed and looked over at Joey, "What about you?"
Joey raised an eyebrow, "Will there be naked chicks there?"
He shrugged a shoulder, "No, but single chicks with skimpy outfits and a lot of alcohol in their systems."
His grin went from one side of his face to the other, "Yeah baby!"
All of them chuckled and then Chandler turned to look at the woman he made out with in a backseat a couple of months ago.
God, he missed those lips.
He licked his at the thought and cleared his throat, "Mon?"
She shook her head, crinkling her face up a little, "No, I don't think so."
His eyes lingered on hers for a second, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards, "Okay." He said softly, turning back to Joey, "Well it looks like it's just me and you, Joseph."
"No offense, man, but I'm probably not going to be spending that much time with you at the party. Half dressed chicks, you know."
Chandler nodded, "Yeah, I know." He looked down at Monica again, "Okay, well I'm going to go. See you guys later."
Saturday night rolled around and Chandler stood in front of his bathroom mirror, tying his tie when there was a knock on the door. He groaned and untied what he had so far; he was going to have to start over.
He walked to the door and opened it, revealing Monica standing in front of him with a red dress that he swore had to be made just for her. She smiled and blushed at his shocked reaction.
When he finally figured out how to form words again, he cleared his throat, "Wow." He ran a hand through his hair, "You look incredible."
Monica smiled bigger, "Thanks." She crossed her arms, "I was wondering if your invitation was still good. I had a date but he cancelled and I don't want to be the stay-at-home-on-Saturday-night-girl again."
Chandler moved out of the doorway and allowed her to come in, pretending that the mention of her having a date didn't make his chest ache. "Of course." He said, "We're about ready."
Joey walked out and looked at Monica on the couch, "Hey! You look great! I didn't know you were coming."
Monica nodded, "Changed my mind. You look nice." She told her friend, earning a grin from him.
"Drunk chicks, baby!" He said rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Chandler, come on! You said 8, it's 8!"
"Chill out." Chandler told him, "This tie isn't cooperating with me."
Monica stood and walked over to him, "Here, let me."
She positioned the tie around his neck and began working on it, and Chandler couldn't get out of his mind how easy it would be to lean down and kiss her again. He bit his bottom lip, trying to come up with anything to think about besides how absolutely breathtakingly delicious she looked. He had to clear his throat to make sound come out of his mouth, "I didn't know you could tie a tie."
She smiled up at him, "Yeah. Ross couldn't when we were young. I had Dad teach me so I could help him." She flipped the tie one more time and then tightened it, leaning even closer to him, rolling his collar down over it, "There."
Chandler swallowed, she smelled delicious too, "Thank you." He leaned down and kissed her cheek, hoping that she would respond by kissing his lips. He held her stare for a few seconds longer, a smile on his face, "You um, did a good job."
She smiled at him and moved both of her hands behind her, leaning on the sink, "Thank you." She said.
"Come on, let's go! What's taking so long?" Joey yelled at them, his arms open and a confused look on his face.
Monica walked out of the bathroom and Chandler let out the breath he was holding.
The party seemed to be in full swing when the trio arrived, and as soon as they walked in, they lost Joey to the buffet of snacks and items you could eat while standing.
"Bing!" Doug yelled, walking over to them. Chandler looked at Monica and snaked an arm around her waist without even thinking about it. "Who's the pretty lady?" Doug asked him, handing him a beer.
He accepted the beer with his free hand, "Thanks Doug. This is Monica, Monica this is Doug, my boss."
She tried to ignore his hand on her body, "Hi, it's nice to meet you."
"Wow, Bing! You really know how to pick em!"
Chandler chuckled softly and didn't bother to correct his assumption. "Mon would you like a drink?" He asked, still not moving his arm away from her.
Monica nodded, "Yes. A drink would be great."
The pair walked over to the drink table and Chandler moved his arm from her, she already missed his touch. "What would you like?"
"Apple martini, please." Monica ordered and the bartender nodded, getting to work on her drink. "So, you 'can really pick 'em' huh?" She asked, smiling at him.
"I'm sorry," Chandler told her, "I didn't want to go on a date that he set me up for so I told him I had a girlfriend."
Monica waved, "It's fine." She said to him, taking the drink from the man behind the bar.
Chandler grinned at that thought. He took a long sip of his beer and watched as Joey laughed with Ashley, a girl Chandler knew from the third floor. She was nice enough for Joey, he decided. They stood in silence for a while, watching people as they danced to the music, drank their drinks, laughed, and ate food. He nudged Monica with his shoulder, "You want to dance?"
She raised her eyebrows in surprise at his question, "You want to dance?"
He shrugged a shoulder, "Yeah, it could be fun." He told her.
Monica chuckled, "Okay, sure." They both sat their drinks on the table behind them and he grabbed her hand, leading her to the small space in the room reserved for dancing. He placed his hand in the small of her back, pulling her closer so that he could smell her again.
They began to move to the music and Chandler smiled down at her, squeezing her hand a little, "You didn't tell me why your date cancelled." He told her.
When she lost her smile, Chandler's heart hurt a little, "Yeah, I didn't." She replied.
He swallowed at her new tone, "I didn't mean to…"
She closed her eyes, continuing to move to the music with him. It wasn't his fault, so there was no reason to take it out on him. "No, I'm sorry. It was nothing. He just told me that he wanted to try and work things out with his ex-wife."
Chandler nodded, "Oh, well…"
"And he waited until after he felt me up in the pantry at work to tell me that."
He felt his blood pressure rise as he stood there. How dare this man touch her?
He shook his head at that thought. She wasn't his.
He couldn't kick this man's ass until he bled all over the floor just because he had feelings for Monica that she may never even know about it.
That was sort of against the law, he guessed.
"The guy is an asshole." Chandler blurted out. She looked up at him and smiled, squeezing his hand.
"Yes, he is. And that's why I'm not going to worry about it." Monica said to him. She jumped a little when his boss danced by with his wife, yelling Chandler's name again.
"Bing!" He stopped moving next to them, "You sly dog! You know you're under a mistletoe right now, right?" Chandler and Monica both looked up at the ceiling, a green bushel with white berries throughout hanging above them. "You gotta kiss her! It's the rule! Kiss your woman!"
Chandler looked down at her again, whispering softly to her, "We don't have to."
Monica chuckled softly and dropped his hand, "It's the rule." She told him, smiling at Doug, who still stood there with his wife. She placed her new free hand on his chest. He raised his eyebrows and hoped she couldn't feel his heartbeat speed up to 1000 beats per minute. "I told you that you didn't have to ask my permission to kiss me."
He smiled at her and pulled her closer, crushing her body into his. He couldn't believe he was about to kiss her again. He moved one of his hands up to cup her face, just as he did in the car a couple of months ago.
He leaned down and placed his lips on hers, kissing her softly at first, but when her hand snaked up to the back of his head, he easily deepened the kiss, wanting to get every second out of this he possibly could. He explored her mouth, and oh god yes, he remembered how good it was.
The rest of the world didn't matter. It didn't matter that his co-workers were staring at them, probably thinking that he hadn't kissed anyone, ever.
It didn't matter that Monica didn't know how he really felt about her. He loved her, but not in the way that she loved him. He wanted to be with her.
Marriage, children, none of it scared him anymore. He wanted it.
And he wanted it with Monica.
His head began to swim, he guessed from the lack of oxygen.
He didn't care.
She backed up from him, breaking the kiss. He assumed that she ran out of breath too, not that she tired of kissing him, because damn it, he could do it all night.
He took in a deep breath, "Wow." He said, smiling down at her
She nodded, also breathing deep, "Yeah."
"Damn dude!" Joey said, standing next to them, moving slowly to the music with Ashley, "You just kissed Monica!"
Monica took a step back from him and grabbed his hand so that they could resume dancing.
"Wow, Bing!" Doug exclaimed, "That was some kiss!"
Chandler nodded, chuckling nervously, "Yeah, thank you, sir."
"Was it good for you sweetheart?" He asked Monica, and Chandler and Joey both looked at her, waiting on her to answer.
Monica met Chandler's eyes, smiling just a little, "Eh, it was okay." She said, causing everyone around them to laugh.
Chandler chuckled, biting his bottom lip. She was kidding.
She had to be.
There was no way it wasn't good for her too.
Or was it?
The song ended and Joey grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the dance floor, "Dude, why didn't you tell me about you and Monica?"
Chandler scoffed, "Joey, it was nothing. We were dancing and Doug pointed the mistletoe out." He shrugged a shoulder, "We just kissed. As friends. Nothing more." He hoped his roommate couldn't tell that there was a ton of disappointment in his voice.
Joey nodded and folded one arm across his stomach, "You mean to tell me there was mistletoe and I could've kissed Ashley? And she would have to kiss me because it's the rule!"
Chandler turned his head, relieved that Joey didn't push the issue of him and Monica. He watched as his friend left him, walking over to Ashley and starting to dance with her again, making it obvious that he was trying to dance his way over to the mistletoe.
3 hours later...
The party began to die down, with only 9 or 10 people left over. Chandler stood in the back, watching as Monica finished dancing with a man that worked on the 6th floor, a man he didn't really know, but now didn't like at all.
The dance was innocent enough; it wasn't even a slow dance.
And Monica was not his to get jealous over.
He watched her as she walked over to him, picking up her third drink and sipping on it, smiling at him. "Are you having a good time?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer.
She nodded, "Yeah, it's actually been pretty fun."
Chandler looked at her, "Good."
She met his eyes nodding a little, "Yeah. Fun is good."
He watched as Joey took Ashley's hand and led her out of the party room. He rolled his eyes.
Typical.
Monica put her hand on his arm, "You okay?"
He looked at her, nodding, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You don't seem okay," she didn't move her arm. Her touch was burning his arm and he had to know what she meant earlier. He turned and stepped in front of her, stepping closer to her until she stepped backwards, and kept going until her back hit the wall in the corner. It was in the very back of the room, and it was very dark. "What are you doing?" She asked him, her heartrate up and her breathing shallow again.
He put his hand on the wall right next to her head and her eyes flicked to it and then met his again, a smirk on her face. He looked up and down her body and smiled just slightly before he spoke, "So, that kiss was just 'okay'?"
She swallowed when he stepped even closer to her. She put her hand that wasn't holding her drink on his chest. Her voice was soft and gravelly, "It could have been better."
He put his beer down on the table closest to him, and carefully took her drink and put it there as well, "How so?" He put his arm around her waist again, letting his hand rest in the small of her back.
She grinned at him as she leaned up, her lips barely grazing his ear as she whispered into it, "I wished it was longer."
Chandler chuckled, crushing her between his body and the wall, attacking her lips with his own. Monica's hands traveled up his back and held him against her. She opened her mouth wider without hesitation and his kiss paired with his hands was making her toes curl. Moaning at the thought, she resisted the urge to lift her leg and wrap it around him, mostly because she wasn't sure if he was ready to take that big of a giant leap in their friendship, or relationship, whatever it was.
Air was becoming an issue again, and he cursed himself for smoking all those years. Why didn't he know this would be happening with Monica Geller? He could have better lung capacity!
He broke the kiss from her lips and moved immediately down to her neck, placing kisses all over the soft skin there. She moaned again, trying to catch her breath, "Chandler, do not put a hickey on my neck."
"Hmmm," was the noise he made, continuing the attack on any skin he could find with his mouth.
"Chandler Bing, I will…" she exhaled when he hit her favorite spot just below her ear, "...kill you." He smiled against her neck.
He enjoyed knowing what made her grip him tighter and her breathing shallow.
He attacked her mouth again, now that he caught his breath, for another kiss. She grabbed the back of his head as his hands gripped her waist again. He tried to ignore whoever was calling his name and focus on kissing her, but he couldn't when it got louder. He broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard. It became evident that it was Joey when he tried Monica's name instead.
"Damn it." Chandler whispered to her, "I thought he was occupied."
"Did they leave without me?" They heard Joey say, and by the sound of his voice, he was moving further away from them again.
Monica leaned up and kissed him again before whispering in his ear, "Don't wait that long before you kiss me next time." She pushed him lightly before standing up straight and tugging at her red dress, brushing down her hair and walking around him.
Chandler chuckled quietly and stuck his hands in his pockets, "Well alright then."