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November 15th, 2002 Earlier that Day
Joey was bored, and so when Joey was bored he either ate or watched porn. Today, he decided he wanted to watch porn. So he decided he would borrow it from his best friend and ex-roommate like he did almost everything else.
He knew exactly where he would fine said porn, considering he had done this MANY times before. So Joey snuck his way into an empty apartment 20 and into his friends' bedroom. Joey made his way to the closet easily locating the box that contained his friend's extensive collection of porn. Which had surprisingly grown since getting together with Monica, but then again from the very little he pieced together from Chandler about Monica there was very little she wouldn't do to please him and getting him porn was one of the many things she did. Lucky bastered a hot, kinky wife who was one hell of a cook.
He opened the box which was now alphabetically arranged and coded, thank you Monica, and sorted through the library of erotic delights, but something caught his eye something new, something that looked out of place. He lifted the black box with its only identifying feature being a date 03/20/2001.
It took Joey a moment to sink in, and when it did, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. This was a sex tape…a Monica and Chandler sex tape, and he just had to see this.
Like a kid on Christmas morning in front of the Christmas tree waiting to open presents, Joey sat back on the couch with a huge smirk on his face and pressed play on the remote. Immediately the screen came to life revealing a very sweaty and naked Monica and Chandler who were moaning and panting, clearly already in the middle of doing it. He judged based on where the tape began that this had had been watched before possibly for the purpose of getting off if the other was not around or to set the mood before having sex.
From what he could see, Monica was on her hands and knees on the bed as Chandler pounded into her repeatedly from behind clearly enjoying what he was doing to her.
He could see the pronounced muscles in Chandler's arms flex as he held Monica's slender hips in place, both mouths agape and both faces flushed with pleasure. Suddenly and unexpectedly Chandler pulled Monica's slender body flush against his toned one earning a startled squeak from Monica. As soon as she was erect, his lips immediately latched onto her neck and Monica smiled smugly and sighed in satisfaction. Removing his left hand from her hip, Chandler slid his left hand up to cup her voluptuous freckled breast, both still continuing to pant and moan; their faces contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Joey watched in shock and awe as Chandler slowly moved his other hand down to Monica's bare pussy and placed his fingers inside of her and urging her with a nudge of his nose against her pale neck to turn her head so he could capture her lips and tongue in a passionate kiss, both still moaning from the pleasure they were giving one another.
Suddenly Joey heard voices from outside of the door and the familiar turn of the lock and Joey jumped into action removing the DVD from the player, switching off the TV, and then shoving the empty DVD box in the nearest cabinet. Startled, Joey jumped as he heard the door open behind him and a familiar "Hey Joe," from his best friend.
"Hey," Joey gulped.
"What have you been up to, Joe?" Chandler asked noting his friend's flushed and flustered face.
"Oh…nothing, just watching some regular TV….I gotta go, bye" Joey quickly said rushing out of the apartment before more questions could be asked.
"What was that about?" Monica asked giving her husband a confused look as she placed grocery bags on the kitchen table.
"Who knows? Its Joey," Chandler shrugged placing his own next to hers. They both just shared a knowing smirk and then began the task of unpacking the bags.
November 15th, 2002 Later that same Day
Monica smiled lovingly at her husband and daughter as she exited the bathroom and sauntered into the living room where Hannah lay across the couch engrossed in a Gameboy game, and Chandler stood in front of the TV fumbling with a remote.
"What are you doing, hon?" Monica asked walking over to her husband and wrapping her arms around his waist leaning in to plant an innocent kiss on his lips. But Chandler had other plans, and he responded by pulling her closer urging her to open her mouth so he could slip his tongue inside causing both to moan softy as their tongues met in bliss.
Hearing her parents soft moans Hannah looked up from her game to find them making out.
"Ew! GROSS!" Hannah screeched. Monica and Chandler's heads snapped towards their daughter, and they could not help but chuckle at the disgusted but oh so adorable expression plastered across her innocent face.
"I'm trying to get the stupid DVD remote to work." Chandler finally said turning back to the task at hand.
"Are you sure it's not the batteries?" Monica asked.
"I just changed them," Chandler said.
"Here let me try," Monica said grabbing the remote and banging the back of it with the other hand and then pressing the play button.
Immediately the image of Monica and Chandler on the bed and the sounds they made as they made love filled the screen causing their eyes to nearly bulge out of their heads.
"EEEKKKKK!" Hannah screeched burying her head deeply into the couch and grabbing the nearest throw pillow on the couch squeezing it over her head in order to drown out the sounds of her parents having sex.
Registering his daughter's shriek, Chandler snapped his head toward her in horror and immediately grabbed the remote from his wife clicking the off button frantically to no avail.
"Oh! Come on!" Chandler exclaimed in frustration.
"Turn it off!" Monica demanded glancing painfully at her traumatized daughter and then back at the image of her and Chandler on the screen pleasuring one another.
"What do you think I am trying to do?" Chandler hissed and then finally in frustration threw the remote aside and snapped the TV off.
At about the same time Joey barged in and seeing what was on the screen froze in place his eyes also bulging out of his head. Both Monica and Chandler snapped their heads in a very guilty looking Joey's direction and, as realization kicked in, Chandler's face turned a very deep shade of red and his hands balled into tight fists.
"Is it over?" came Hannah's muffled reply from the couch.
Chandler softened his gaze upon turning to his daughter, and she looked guilty at her.
"Hannah sweetie, why don't you go watch TV at Joey's for a bit," Monica softly said.
Hannah responded with a nod, and she bolted out of the apartment her face contorted in disgust. Once she was gone they turned on Joey.
"Did you watch this?" Monica demanded placing her hands on her hips.
"No…" Joey unsuccessfully lied as both Monica and Chandler looked at him incredulously.
"Joey!" both Monica and Chandler exclaimed.
"Ok fine….but I only watched a little bit…earlier… before you guys walked in," Joey stated.
"Oh, sorry to have interrupted your voyeurism," Chandler quipped sarcastically as Monica placed her hands on her hips in annoyance.
"Look, it's not my fault that you had it mixed in with your regular porn!" Joey defended.
"Joey knows where your porn is?" Monica asked turning on her heel toward her husband who now looked flustered and cornered.
"Yeah," Chandler said guiltily.
"Why?" Monica asked crossing her arms over her chest and looking pointedly at her husband.
"Because….because…we've always shared porn," Chandler defended.
"Oh good…" Monica scoffed "Why not just show him where all of our sex tapes are, and while you're at it tell him where all of our sex toys are too," Monica glared.
"Look, I didn't know that the tape ended up in there…I thought I put it back with 'our stuff' after the last time you and I watched it," Chandler said as if he had forgotten Joey was even there.
"You have sex stuff? Really?" Joey asked unable to contain the sly smirk forming on his face.
Monica and Chandler who had forgotten Joey was there turned towards him in horror.
"You really are as kinky as they say," Joey smirked raising his eyebrows suggestively at Monica. Monica in response contorted her face in disgust as Chandler glared menacingly at him.
And just as things couldn't get any worse…
"Hey, guys," Phoebe barged in oblivious to what was going on.
"Oh, great!" Chandler said throwing his arms up in defeat.
Noticing the tension in the room Phoebe could not help but ask, "No, really what's going on?"
"Joey found and watched ONE of our sex tape's, then stupidly left it in the DVD player, and then when we turned it on Hannah saw it." Monica blurted out.
"Monica!" Chandler exclaimed staring in shock at his wife. Monica just stared apologetically at him and shrugged meekly.
"Joey, you watched one of their sex tapes?" Phoebe asked.
"Wait ONE of them? How many do you guys have?" Phoebe asked changing her train of thought.
"Ok, you know what!" Chandler exclaimed. "We're going to go talk to our daughter," Chandler said grabbing Monica's hand.
"Wait, I don't think that's a good idea," Phoebe warned.
"Why?" Monica asked.
"You really think Hannah's going to want to even look at you guys right after she saw…THAT. Talking to you…no looking at you is going to be really awkward for her, right now. No, give me some time with her and then you can talk to her. I'll smooth things over for you" Phoebe suggested.
Monica and Chandler shared a glance, considering it for a moment, and then finally Chandler responded with a "No," as they walked out the door.
"Fine, don't listen to me!" Phoebe yelled.
"But you'll be sorry!" Phoebe finished.
When Monica and Chandler entered Joey's apartment they found Hannah frantically rubbing her eyes with water from the kitchen sink.
"Ew! Ew! Ew!"She frantically repeated.
Monica and Chandler stood in the doorway watching in amusement.
"You might want to scrub the insides of your ears too," Chandler could not help but quip earning a glare and slap in the stomach from his wife.
Upon hearing her father's voice, Hannah froze in place but did not to turn around.
"Hannah,honey," Monica said walking over to sit on the stools by the counter Chandler following suit.
"Are you ok?" Monica asked as she sat down on the stool.
"Uh… No!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Sweetie…" Monica said reaching for her daughter's hand causing Hannah to jump away as if her mother was a hot burner on a stove. Monica and Chandler both shared frustrated looks.
"Why do you guys have to be so gross and embarrassing?" Hannah asked.
"Excuses me?" Chandler asked offended by his daughter's comment.
"It's bad enough that you guys have to make out everywhere! Embarrassing! You also do things like that! Gross!" Hannah shuddered.
"You were never meant to see, THAT!" Chandler defended.
"When you say 'that'?" Monica began. "Do you mean having sex or the tape?" Monica clarified.
"Mom!" Hannah screeched turning and storming out of Joey's apartment.
"Hannah!" Chandler exclaimed as he and Monica followed her, re-entering their apartment.
"Told you, maybe next time you'll listen to me" Phoebe smirked in triumph taking a swig of water. Monica and Chandler just glanced miserably at one another.
December 2nd, 2002
Chandler yawned as he entered the dark apartment. Looking at his watch and then the wall clock in the kitchen for verification he noted that it was eleven O'clock. He closed and locked the door tiredly and rolled his suitcase as quietly as possible towards his and Monica's bedroom as to not wake Monica or his daughter.
As he got closer to his bedroom he could hear moans.
Monica's moans!
Chandler's blood began to boil. Was Monica in there with another man and with their daughter in the other room? Was Joey right? Is that what he got for marrying a woman so much hotter than him? Chandler's mind raced with a million negative thoughts and questions as he charged purposefully towards his bedroom and burst in.
His suit case fell to the floor as he stood in the doorway frozen in shock.
There was no other man, just his hot wife lying in the middle of their bed naked and pleasuring herself. Her left hand was cupping her breast while her right hand grasped the vibrator that she was rhythmically thrusting in and out of her wet pussy her eyes glued shut in pleasure.
She was so lost in the pleasure she was giving herself that she did not see her husband standing in the doorway watching mouth agape and totally turned on by her. He could feel the blood in his penis rushing painfully to its sensitive head. Suddenly the room felt too hot, and his trousers felt too fight.
"Chandler…" Monica moaned as she arched her back.
Fuck. Chandler thought to himself. She was getting off to the thought of him making love to her. Chandler inwardly groaned. He felt like he was going to cum just from watching her. Chandler closed the door as quietly as possible and worked at hyper speed to remove every article of pesky clothing. Once naked, he glanced down to see the effect his wife was having on him. His cock was as stiff as a board and was leaking with pre-cum.
He looked back up toward the bed and saw that Monica's thrusts became more rapid, more desperate signaling that she was SO close to orgasm, and just from watching her so was he. God… he so desperately needed to be inside of her.
Chandler crawled onto their bed and hovered over her. "Baby…" Chandler breathed taking the vibrator from her hand, turning it off, and tossing it to the floor.
"Chandler!" Monica gasped in surprise opening her eyes in astonishment for the first time and smiled sweetly at him a smile he could not help but return. God…he was so in love with this gorgeous women, and she was all his.
"Were you imagining that it was MY penis inside of you?" Chandler couldn't help but ask as he placed two of his fingers inside of her tight pussy massaging the sensitive bud of her sex.
"Yes!" Monica whined arching into his fingers.
"Did it feel as good as my penis feels inside of you?" Chandler asked continuing to tease her.
"No…nothing else does or has ever had…" Monica shook her head frowning in frustration. She wanted to have him inside of her SO much.
"Tell me how I feel inside of you," Chandler whispered dipping his head to lick her right breast and flick the erect nipple with his tongue.
"Chandler," Monica breathed her mouth slightly ajar.
"Tell me…" Chandler hissed nuzzling her neck.
"You feel SO good…" Monica moaned. "And it's not just your penis. It's the way you make me feel. Your kisses, your tongue, your hands on my body, the way you move inside of me…. No other man has ever made me feel the way you do…" Monica finished.
"God…Mon," Chandler moaned in response unable to contain himself any longer. His dick was now straining and twitching for her almost to the point of pain. So in one swift motion Chandler spread her legs, placed himself between her thighs, aligned his stiff member with her hot core, and entered her both moaning loudly as they joined.
"I'm so glad you're home…baby," Monica whispered gazing lovingly into her husband's eyes.
"Me too," Chandler returned leaning in to gently kiss her lips as he withdrew and then reentered her.
October 18th, 2002
Rachel could not help but laugh as she hung up the phone with her best friend. Chandler was into shark porn? Why wasn't she THAT surprised? It was just another thing to add to the list of things that made Chandler weird.
Rachel's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Hey!" Rachel greeted cheerfully from her place on the couch.
"Hi," Hannah greeted sadly.
"Hannah," Rachel began "Why don't you go put your stuff in Ben's room." Rachel suggested and Hannah simply nodded complying with her request.
"What's wrong with her?" Rachel asked.
"Hannah's upset because she didn't know that her parents are going to be in Tulsa for the weekend," Lauren, Hannah's nanny, clarified.
"I just assumed that Monica told her," Rachel shrugged.
"Yeah…I guess not." Lauren responded. "Anyways, I'll be back around 6:30 tomorrow morning to take Hannah to her dance competition. It's in Rockford…so we probably won't be back until like six or seven at night."
"Wait, so Monica went to Tulsa this weekend knowing that Hannah has a dance competition the same weekend?" Rachel asked.
"I guess…look I have to go. Tell Hannah I'll see her tomorrow," Lauren said as she started to leave.
"Lauren…" Rachel began as the younger women turned towards her. "You don't need to take her. Mr. Gellar and I will be taking her," Rachel said.
"I'm not sure…" Lauren began.
"Lauren," Rachel stopped her holding up her hand to signal. "It's fine," Rachel finished.
"Ok…" Lauren began "When I get home I'll text you all the information you'll need." Lauren smiled as she left the apartment.
After Lauren left, Rachel angrily hit the redial button on the wireless, held it to her ear, and listened impatiently as the phone dialed and rang.
"Hello," Monica said as she answered her cellphone.
"Monica!" Rachel hissed. "How could you?"
"How could I what?" Monica frowned as she admired her lingerie covered body in the bathroom mirror.
"Go out of town and not even tell your own daughter!" Rachel finished.
"I know, I know, but it totally slipped my mind," Monica continued to frown as she slipped into a pair of black stilettos.
"How does that just slip your mind?" Rachel hissed.
"This week has been REALLY chaotic, and it was kind of a last minute decision," Monica defended cradling the phone to her ear with her neck as she bent down to pick up her discarded clothes off of the bathroom floor.
"Well, was Hannah's dance competition a last minute thing?" Rachel hissed turning to make sure Hannah was still not in ear shot.
"Oh…" was Monica's reply. "That's this weekend. I totally forgot." Monica said biting her lower lip.
"Please! You never forget anything. How do you forget THIS?" Rachel asked totally stunned by her friend's inconsideration of her only daughter.
"Give me a break, Rach. Chandler and I haven't seen each other in over a week!" Monica defended.
"You're right, and I hope you and Chandler have a REALLY nice time Sexing it up in Tulsa, while YOUR daughter is in New York feeling abandoned by both of her parents," Rachel stated sarcastically.
"You know what I REALLY have to go, Rach," Monica huffed.
"So do I!" Rachel exclaimed hanging the phone and throwing it on the couch in exasperation
At that time, Ross entered the apartment carrying a bag of Chinese food.
"Hey," Ross smiled closing and locking the door behind him.
"Hey…" Rachel responded dejectedly.
"So… Ross, do you have any plans tomorrow?" Rachel finally asked.
"No…why," Ross asked.
"Well, you do now! You're coming with me to Hannah's dance competition, and don't you dare say no or complain about it because I am not in the mood for it." Rachel said storming off towards Ben's bedroom.
"Fine…" Ross conceded totally confused.
"Good," Rachel said turning towards him.
"And we are going to need to use your video camera." Rachel added.
"Ok," Ross nodded.
"Oh and…" Rachel said turning again. "Call Phoebe and Joey…they're coming too," Rachel said deciding that Hannah could use all of the support she could get, even if it wasn't from her parents.
"Oh, and just so we're on the same page," Rachel began before Ross could say anything. "We are NOT happy with Monica OR Chandler, right now," Rachel seethed as she turned and walked away leaving Ross staring totally confused.
October 26th, 2002
"Mon…ica," Chandler gasped in pleasure gripping the sheets tightly as she went down on him. He bent his head and looked down at his beautiful wife who was crouched over him with her tight little ass sticking up in the air and her head bobbed up and down rhythmically as she sucked him off.
"Shit!" Chandler gasped at the delicious sight and then threw his head back on the pillow.
Monica flicked over the most sensitive part of his cock head with her tongue and he howled nearly leaping off of the bed in pleasure. Monica smiled proudly to herself and responded by taking him deeper in her mouth causing Chandler to groan loudly.
"I'm so close," Chandler breathed gluing his eyes shut as his wife's movements became faster and faster as the the throbbing in his dick and the pressure he felt kept building and building.
"Urghhhh…." Chandler finally screamed; in finally, as he exploded in his wife's mouth the intensity of it….no the pleasure of it blinding him.
"And you say I'm the loud one," Monica smiled playfully after a moment's pause before licking her husband's sweet juices from her sensuous lips.
"Monica…" Chandler panted, coming down from his high, pulling her close to him and kissing her deeply their romantic haze interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. They could hear Lauren's muffled voice speaking to their daughter, and they both shared a nervous glance. She was home. Their daughter was home.
Monica climbed off of the bed and grabbed her robe and threw it on and synched it closed.
"I just need a minute to compose and clean myself…" Chandler said awkwardly and Monica laughed and nodded understandingly in response.
Monica turned and bit her lip anxiety filling her. What would she say when she saw her? Would she even talk to her? Unfortunately, she would have to wait to find out because when she entered living room she frowned at the sight. Hannah lay curled up on the couch fast asleep while Lauren stood at the kitchen table clearing out Hannah's lunch bag.
"She literally stumbled in here, fell on the couch, and was out in like two seconds," Lauren said.
"Is she, ok?" Monica asked concern shadowing her face as she rushed over to the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of her daughter feeling her forehead for sign of fever.
"She's just really tired" Lauren replied.
"Is she eating?" Monica asked noting that her daughter looked thinner, paler.
"Not as much as she should be" Lauren said pointing to the uneaten snacks she had taken out of Hannah's lunch bag.
"She's stressed," Monica noted. "She stops eating when she's stressed. I have to force her to eat when she's stressed" Monica noted her eyes still glued worriedly to her daughter.
Lauren nodded in agreement, as Monica glanced up at her.
"Ms. Serena is pushing her too hard" Monica concluded.
"Actually, that's something the other moms told me they wanted to talk to you about." Lauren said.
Monica nodded. Of course they did. She was the only one that could stand up to her daughter's overbearing and hyper critical dance teacher and get anywhere with her. Ms. Serena was a renowned dance teacher and choreographer, but she could be scary. However, no one could top Monica in that department…especially when it came to protecting her daughter. She was a fierce mamma bear.
Ms. Serena was hard on Hannah. She was overly critical of her and expected her to take on more than Hannah could handle, and Hannah being the people pleaser and perfectionist she was wanted to do whatever she could to make her dance teacher happy…her parents happy. Under normal circumstances, Ms. Serena wouldn't be able to get away with this but with Monica out of the way had free reign over her daughter.
Her poor baby… Monica thought sadly caressing her smooth cheek.
"What time tomorrow?" Lauren asked walking behind the couch and leaning against it.
"I'm sorry what?" Monica asked reluctantly tearing her eyes away from her daughter.
"What time do you need me here tomorrow?" Lauren clarified.
"Actually we won't need you until Tuesday. I don't have to work again until then," Monica decided. Whatever she and Chandler had planned this weekend could be cancelled. They NEEDED to be with their daughter because Hannah needed them… just as she always had.
"Ok, I'll pick Hannah up after school on…Tuesday?" Lauren asked in clarification earning a confirming nod from Monica.
"Good…see you then," Lauren waved tossing her bag over her shoulder and turning to leave.
"Lauren…" Monica said suddenly causing Lauren to turn.
"Mr. Bing and I have gotten our schedules all worked out, and we have found that we won't need you as much as we originally thought. I would like to sit down with you to rework your schedule, if that's ok," Monica asked.
"That's perfectly fine, just let me know when you want to meet about the changes," Lauren smiled before she left.
"She's out like a light," Monica heard Chandler chuckle behind her. Monica turned and smiled sadly at her husband now dressed for bed in a pair of sweatpants and an old NYU T-Shirt.
"What's wrong?" Chandler frowned.
"She needs us Chandler," Monica noted turning back towards her daughter watching as her daughter's chest rose and fell with each precious breath she took.
"I know…" Chandler sighed gazing longingly at his beautiful daughter.
"She needs us and we haven't been there for her," Monica added sadly.
"I know that too," Chandler agreed guiltily.
"But that's going to change, and we'll discuss how that is going to change tomorrow…but now we are ALL going to sleep" Monica added with a determined edge in her tone.
"Ok…" Chandler said as his wife rose from her place on the coffee table.
"Chandler, carry Hannah to OUR bed, please," Monica said as she marched determinedly back to their room.
"Ok…" Chandler smiled before looking down at his sleeping daughter. However, His smile was replaced with a frown as he noticed for the first time how drawn her face looked…how tired…how stressed… and how sad.
"Mommy and daddy are here, princess," Chandler breathed lifting her gently in his arms.
October 12th, 2002
"Candles check! Sexy lingerie check! Sleeping daughter check!" Monica said ticking of her mental checklist. Now all she needed was her husband. Tomorrow Chandler would be leaving for Tulsa and this was going to be their last night together for God knows how long so they needed to make the most of it.
"Hey, baby," she heard him say as he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and felt him place a kiss on her neck.
"Chandler…I didn't hear you come in," Monica breathed in surprise.
"That's because I'm stealthy. I would have made a great secret agent." Chandler quipped.
"Oh,really?" Monica smirked as she turned in his arms and wrapping her own around his neck. "Considering the fact that you are terrible at keeping secrets and you can't shoot a gun."
"Well for starters I can learn to shoot a gun, and I SO am good at keeping secrets," Chandler defended still wrapped in his wife's arms.
"Hhhmm…" Monica thought for a moment. "I wonder then, who was the person then that told everyone about the time I had sex on the balcony with Fun Bobby?" Monica asked sarcastically.
"Which by the way you and I still haven't done," Chandler said pointing between them.
"You want to do me on the balcony, baby?" Monica breathed seductively pressing herself against him and batting her eyelashes sexily.
"Honestly I don't care where I do you just as long as I can do you," Chandler replied in a husky tone earning a moan from his wife as they leaned in for a long deep kiss.
"Come on," Monica said grabbing him by the arm.
"Where are we going?" Chandler asked in surprise.
"To the balcony to have sex," Monica stated purposefully.
"You're serious?" Chandler asked. "We're actually going to do this…have sex on the balcony?" Chandler asked in disbelief.
"It's what you want baby," Monica said sexily.
"What if Ross sees us?" Chandler asked.
"He will if you plan to have sex vertically and not horizontally," Monica quipped.
"Well you know I am never opposed to that," Chandler chuckled as he followed his wife as she stopped to grab a blanket from the hall closet.
"Monica…" Chandler said grabbing her arm before she could climb through the window.
"Are you REALLY sure about this?" Chandler asked pulling her close to him.
"Yes, I am, Chandler." Monica said wrapping her arms around his neck.
"With you going to Tulsa and everything, I've realized the little time we have together is precious so we need to make the most of it," Monica smiled sadly.
"You're incredible, and I love you," Chandler said leaning in to kiss her lips.
"Plus," Chandler added "How cool would it be if THIS is how we conceived our baby?" Chandler smiled.
"Well, Hannah WAS conceived on a pool table," Monica remarked.
"That was one really hot night," Chandler smirked at the memory.
"Well this can be too," Monica said grabbing his arm and leading him through the window.
Once on the balcony, they began kissing passionately.
"I'm going to miss you so much, baby," Monica breathed in between kisses.
"I'm going to miss you too, so…so much," Chandler whispered planting butterfly kisses along her neck. Suddenly Monica, pulled away, spread out the blanket, and then sat down on it.
"Take me Mr. Big," Monica breathed pulling him down by the collar of his shirt and pulling into a deep kiss. Chandler lay down with her on the blanket kissing her deeply.
"This is SO HOT," Chandler moaned in between kisses pulling the black lacey baby doll style nightie off of his wife noting with satisfaction that she wasn't wearing anything else underneath it.
"I know!" Monica exclaimed helping Chandler remove his own clothing which took quite a bit more work considering that he was fully dressed and she was not.
Once both of them were completely naked, they both stared longingly into the other's blue eyes.
"I love you," Chandler smiled softly cupping her soft cheek in his hand.
"You have given me more than I ever deserve." Chandler admitted.
"A baby I didn't even know I wanted…" Chandler laughed which Monica returned.
"And you're love. God, Mon I have always been in love with you. Even when I didn't know I was I was in love with you. And I finally have you, and you're all I've ever wanted…" Chandler said his voice heavy with emotion and leaning his forehead against her.
"And you're all I've ever wanted…" Monica returned her eyes closed as she rested his forehead against his.
"Make love to me, Chandler," Monica said opening her eyes to gaze into his.
"With pleasure," Chandler hissed as he leaned into capture her lips in a searing kiss and leaned her back against the blanket.
Chandler reached for her hands and entwined them and lifting them above her head as he brought his twitching length to her wet entrance making them both moan softly.
"Oh…" Monica cried, as Chandler entered her. Monica sighed and bit her lip in pleasure snaking her arm around his neck and lightly massaging his neck as Chandler set the pace.
Breaking their kiss to gaze lovingly into his wife's blue eyes he slowly slipped into his wife, agonizingly slow and sweet.
"I love you," Monica whispered opening her eyes just as he pushed all the way in; he gazed deeply into them, softly he began to move.
"I love you, too…so…so much," Chandler whispered before slowly pushing his length back into her tight wet hole as he continued to make love to her throughout the night.
October 27th, 2002
Hannah opened her eyes slowly and blinked a few times orienting her crystal blue eyes to the light flowing in through her…no her parents' bedroom window. What the heck was she doing in there? She hadn't slept in her parent's bed in years not since she discovered what they did in there…sometimes. Hannah grimaced at the thought.
Hannah attempted to get up but found that she was being pinned down by her mother whose arm was slung over thin, long body. Her father was lying on his side facing her. This was going to make getting out of the bed without them noticing difficult.
"Good morning baby," she heard her mother murmur having been awoken by her daughter's squirming.
"Morning…" Hannah murmured.
"Did you sleep well?" Her mother smiled softly while caressing her daughter's soft cheek.
"I guess…" Hannah yawned. "I have to get up," Hannah finally said attempting to leave.
"No…" Monica said pulling her down into her arms "Stay for just a few more minutes" Monica said cuddling her like a child would a teddy bear.
"Mom…"Came Hannah's muffled reply as her mother smothered her against her chest.
"I can't breathe…" Hannah said feeling as if she was being squeezed by a gigantic anaconda.
"Sorry…" Monica blushed loosening her vice grip.
"Morning…" her father smiled sleepily as he sat up and kissed first his daughter on the forehead and then his wife on his lips.
"Ick! Gross!" Hannah grimaced as both Monica and Chandler laughed in response.
"Can I get up now?" Hannah finally asked in aggravation.
"Actually we wanted to talk to you…" Chandler said glancing at his wife.
"Uh oh? Is something wrong?" Hannah frowned in concern.
"No," Monica insisted "We just want to talk," Monica shrugged nonchalantly as she also sat up in the bed.
"Ok…about what?" Hannah asked sitting up between her parents.
"Well…" Chandler began "About how you're feeling about everything that's going on recently," Chandler said.
"Oh…" Hannah said looking down and playing with a loose thread on the comforter "I'm ok with everything…" Hannah finally shrugged bringing her knees to her chest.
"I'm not sure I really believe that, sweetheart," Monica said running her fingers through her daughter's long hair.
"It doesn't really matter what I think," Hannah shrugged.
"Of course it does, princess," Chandler smiled softly "because YOU matter".
"Not AH!" Hannah exclaimed. "If I did you wouldn't have gone to my dance competition last weekend and not to stupid TUSLA!" Hannah finished.
"Sweetie…" Monica began. "We are SO SO sorry about that," Monica apologized and Chandler nodded in agreement.
"Whatever…" Hannah mumbled fighting back tears.
"Baby…" Monica breathed pulling Hannah into her into her arms again.
"We love you SO much!" Monica began "We have just been doing a really bad of showing it," Monica said.
"No kidding…" Hannah mumbled.
"It's just been kind of tricky figuring this whole thing out," Chandler admitted.
"Maybe it would be easier for you if I weren't around," Hannah frowned.
"No, it would TOTALLY suck if you weren't around," Chandler quipped causing Monica to grimace at his choice of words. "Suck". Really Chandler?
"Really?" Hannah asked.
"Baby…" Chandler began as Hannah glanced at him. "Do you REALLY think your mother and I wish you weren't around?" Chandler whispered.
"Maybe…" Hannah said before bursting into tears.
"Honey…" Monica said pulling her even closer to her. "We don't know what we would do if you weren't around. You make are lives so much better," Monica said kissing the crown of her head.
"Really?" Hannah asked.
"Yes, really," Chandler smiled attempting to wipe away his daughter's falling tears.
"And we're really sorry that our actions have made you feel like that isn't the case because that's SO what we never wanted to do…or ever make you feel," Chandler smiled sadly.
"It's ok…" Hannah said her tears subsiding.
"We love you SO much!" Monica added.
"So…so much," Chandler added moving to wrap both his wife and daughter in his arms.
"I love you guys too…" Hannah smiled for the first time in several weeks.
TO BE CONTINUED…
