Author's Note: Mondlerstwangel, no thank you for continuing to review! And another big thanks to Guest for your continued support and awesome reviews! I would also like to give a shout out to Reah and new guest reviewer for your positive feedback. I definitely like the idea of doing a one-shot of Hannah's conception. I just need to play around with how to incorporate the idea whether it be in this fic or another fic that shows how Monica and Chandler came to be in this slightly alternative universe. Please keep on reviewing; I am updating this for you guys at this point since you guys keep asking for more. Let me know if you have anything else you want me to do. I love your idea! Also, I am not sure what I want the sex of Mondler's twins to be, any suggestions? As always, I take no credit for the Friend's franchise, and ENJOY!
December 31st, 2002
Monica lay on her back her left leg draped over Chandler's hip as he lay over her thrusting in and out of her slowly and sensuously.
"Oh, yeah, right there, baby," Monica sighed; her eyes closed in concentration and her mouth agape as she groped the satin sheet beneath her.
Chandler moaned as he watched her, enjoying the various expressions of pleasure that crossed her flushed face. In an effort to change gears, Chandler began moving his hips in a circular motion eliciting a louder moan from her.
"Oh…oh…oh…," Monica moaned her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Chandler picked up the pace urging her to do the same as they reached the crescendo of their love making.
"Yes!" Monica breathed pulling him down so that not a single inch of their bodies wasn't touching as she rocked her hips up into his as she came.
"Fuck!" Chandler groaned burying his head in her hair as her orgasm triggered his own, and he came inside of her shuddering at the jolt of electricity that shot through his body.
"That was SO good, baby," Monica breathed as her husband lay on top of her still burrowed inside of her.
"It always is," Chandler smiled as he bent his head to softly kiss her lips.
"Do you think that we'll ever get tired of this…of making love to each other?" Monica asked.
"God, I hope not. Making love to you is one of my favorite things to do," Chandler breathed gazing into her eyes as he caressed her cheek.
"Mine too," Monica smiled in return leaning in to kiss him again, this time more passionately.
"I think I'm ready to go again," Chandler moaned as he began to rock his hips against hers.
"Me too," Monica moaned as she rocked her hips in time with his.
"But I want to spice things up a bit," Monica said rolling them over so that she was on top and leaning flush against him; her big breasts pressed against his hard chest.
"How?" Chandler asked curiously as she sat up on him and began rocking her hips. Chandler responded by doing the same, and they both moaned at the pleasure the friction created.
"You'll see, baby," Monica smiled as she climbed off of him, and he reached out for her as she turned around on her knees and climbed back on top of him facing away from him.
"Lie down," Monica instructed turning her head towards him.
"Mon…" Chandler began. "I want to be close to you. I want to feel your body pressed against mine as I move in and out of you," Chandler panted.
"Where's the fun in that?" Monica asked.
"Now, lie down," Monica said turning her head around and looking down to help guide herself onto him licking her lips in anticipation at the sight of his huge rod standing in attention for her. God, she couldn't wait for this.
Chandler reluctantly complied with her instruction and let out a hybrid of a moan slash gasp as she sunk down onto him and began moving back and forth on top of him. Immediately, Chandler began to move with her as he got a savory view of her tight ass as it moved back and forth. He reached out for it and began to caress it producing a whimper from her.
"This feels so nice…" Monica moaned biting her bottom lip in pleasure.
"Oh, yeah," Chandler groaned enjoying this new position.
"We should do this more often," Chandler panted.
"Yes!" Monica shouted as he continued to caress her firm buttocks as they made love. His feather lite caresses only adding to the pleasure she was feeling from this new position.
Chandler groaned in frustration, staring helplessly at his wife's backside as she moved back and forth on top of him. He wanted, no needed to be closer to her, entwined with her.
Monica could not help but smirk knowing how much this new position was slowly killing him. She could hear it in his desperate moans, and she savored every second of it.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Monica exclaimed as he began pumping faster, harder, forcing her own back and forth motion to quicken; the friction this was creating was borderline unbearable.
"Does this feel good, baby?" Chandler breathed as he watched as his hips moved in rapid waves. Watching how his pelvis was driving into her was driving him insane. It was like watching it happening from a third person point of view only he could feel every single tingle, every single wave of unbearable pleasure.
"Oh, yes…"Monica whimpered, and she bent her head as she felt her orgasm drawing nigh.
She shook as it overtook her; sending her body into a spastic fit. Chandler's was not far behind, and he came too, hard, pumping up into her sharply as he released into her causing Monica to jerk and gasp in pleasure.
"That was SO hot," Monica panted falling back on top of him.
"So was watching you. Have I ever told you how good you look from behind?" Chandler smirked placing a hand on her still flat tummy to lightly caress it.
"You've mentioned it a time or two," Monica smirked playing with his fingers.
"Happy New Years, Chan," Monica smiled closing her eyes in contentment.
"Happy New Years, Mon," Chandler returned as he kissed her hair and held her close to him basking in the afterglow of their intercourse.
January 17th, 2003
"It's gorgeous!" Monica exclaimed admiring her best friend's opulent engagement ring. The sterling silver band and diamond were surrounded by tiny diamonds, and the diamond itself was huge.
"I know! I just fell in love with it when I saw it in the store!" Rachel gloated.
"You picked out your own engagement ring?" Monica asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, it was so sweet actually. We were in the middle of our couple's therapy session, and Dr. Whineburger asked us to explain where we picture our relationship, long term, and Ross immediately replied, without giving it a second thought. He said he could picture himself spending the rest of his life with me, and then he got down on one knee and pulled out the Tiffany's Spring Catalogue and asked me to marry him!" Rachel squealed giddily.
"Wow!" Monica said. It was a somewhat unorthodox way to propose, but then again so was her and Chandler's engagement with the whole Richard interrupting, Chandler throwing her off, and then her finally catching on and proposing thing.
Plus, it was kind of sweet that Ross let Rachel pick out her own ring since she was a little more than difficult to shop for. Ninety-Nine percent of the time you would get it wrong when shopping for Rachel. In a way, the whole engagement was proof that they were learning to meet each other half way.
"I know, crazy right, but so sweet!" Rachel exclaimed still admiring the stunning specimen.
"Where is everybody?" Rachel asked scanning the apartment full of party goers for their other four friends.
"Well, Chandler has a late meeting so he should be here by nine, and I don't know where Phoebe and Joey are," Monica shrugged as she poured herself a glass of seltzer water.
"Yeah, what's up with those two? They have been acting SO weird lately," Rachel commented setting her drink down on the table.
"Weirder than usual?" Monica snickered as she lifted the cup to her lips.
"True, but they have been acting suspicious and secretive. Like when you and Chandler were…NO!" Rachel exclaimed; her hand flying to her mouth as the realization hit her like a ton of falling bricks.
"You don't think?" Monica asked her own train of thought colliding with Rachel's.
"Think about it. They're always showing up to things together...late, and if one's too busy to do something the other is too," Rachel said as Monica nodded in agreement.
"Oh, and remember on Christmas morning how Phoebe showed up in her pajamas, and she said she had stayed the night at Joey's apartment…in your old room?" Monica asked.
"In my old room, my ass; I bet she actually stayed in Joey's room… if you know what I mean," Rachel said as Monica shook her head in agreement.
"Hey," Ross said walking over to the two girls and planting a soft kiss on Rachel's temple.
"Phoebe and Joey are totally doing it!" Rachel blurted out to a clueless Ross.
"What? How do you know that?" Ross asked in shock.
"We don't know for sure, but we are guessing based on how they have been acting these past few months, that they may be an item," Monica clarified placing emphasis on the words "guessing" and "may be". They didn't actually know for sure that Phoebe and Joey were together.
"Come to think of it," Ross chimed in starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together in his head.
"A few nights ago when I was over a Joey's to watch the Knicks Game. I came in as Joey and Phoebe were walking out of his bedroom looking all flushed. They said they were flipping his mattress," Ross said thoughtfully.
"And you didn't think anything of it?" Rachel asked in astonishment.
"Not really…" Ross shrugged. "It's Phoebe and Joey. I guess the thought of them becoming a 'thing' never really crossed my mind."
"Really?" Monica asked in surprise.
"Why? It has crossed your mind before?" Ross asked.
"Yeah!" Rachel began as if it were obvious, "I mean they've always been really close, they have great chemistry, and he has always been particularly sweet and attentive with her," Rachel said.
"Oh! Remember when Phoebe turned thirty, and she found out from Ursula that she was actually thirty-one?" Monica asked.
"Yeah," Ross nodded.
"And remember when Phoebe left the coffee house all upset about all of the things she still hadn't gotten to do like having the perfect kiss and meeting a Portuguese person?" Monica asked.
"Yeah, however, I totally did not get the whole Portuguese thing AT ALL," Ross said shaking his head earning an eye roll from his sister.
"Anyways…" Monica continued, "and remember how Joey went after her to comfort her?" Monica asked.
"Yeah, and that was so sweet of him," Rachel cooed.
"Well apparently when Joey caught up with her, he said he could help her accomplish two things on the list; he could give her the perfect kiss by a Portuguese person because he said he was one-fourth Portuguese," Monica said.
"So he kissed her?" Rachel asked in awe.
"Yeah," Monica smiled.
"Hey," Chandler said as he entered the apartment, setting his brief case by the door, and walking over to join the group.
"Hey," Monica smiled leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
"How was work?" Monica asked.
"Another day another dollar," Chandler quipped earning a lite chuckle from his wife.
"Happy birthday, Rach," Chandler smiled giving his sister in law to be a quick kiss on the cheek and handing her an envelope.
"Thank you, Chandler. It's not going to be some depressing card again is it?" Rachel asked tearing open the envelope.
"No," Chandler said slightly offended.
"Oooh! A gift card to Barney's!" Rachel squealed wrapping her arms around him in a tight squeeze.
"Thank you!" Rachel said as they pulled away.
"This is my second favorite birthday present; my first favorite being this huge rock!" Rachel exclaimed gazing at the ring for the millionth time.
"Right, and the part of me proposing is pretty blah," Ross quipped sarcastically earning a chuckle from Chandler.
"Well, that's great too!" Rachel added.
"Yeah, congratulations you guys," Chandler said.
"Thanks, man," Ross smiled giving his friend a side hug.
"So, we were just talking," Monica began, "about Phoebe and Joey."
"What about Phoebe and Joey?" Chandler asked pouring himself a glass of scotch.
"That we think that they have been sleeping together and hiding it from the rest of us," Rachel added before picking up and taking a sip of her Screwdriver.
"Really? Why do you think that?" Chandler asked.
"Because they're acting like you guys did after we all came back from London," Rachel said pointing between the couple.
"Dammit!" Rachel exclaimed.
"What?" Ross asked.
"I can't believe I didn't figure this out sooner? You think I would have learned from the last time?" Rachel admonished herself.
"Well, we all had a lot going on these past few months with new babies, new jobs, and rekindling romances," Monica noted as Rachel and Ross smiled lovingly at one another, and then Monica and Chandler did the same as he placed his hand tenderly on her still flat abdomen.
"Happy birthday, Rach!" Phoebe and Joey exclaimed entering the apartment together.
"We know that you and Joey are sleeping together!" Rachel blurted out.
"Rachel!" Ross scolded at her lack of tact.
"Did Hannah tell you? That little…" Joey began.
"Wait so you actually are seeing each other?" Ross asked.
"And Hannah knew?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah, and she made us bribe her to keep it a secret," Joey said taking pleasure in ratting out his conniving niece.
"Made you? How does an eleven year old make you do anything?" Chandler asked raising his eyebrows in disbelief.
"She's a clever one I tell you," Joey defended.
"I can't believe she did that! I am SO having a little chat with her!" Monica exclaimed in shock.
"If Hannah didn't tell you, then how did you guys find out?" Phoebe asked.
"We figured it out!" Rachel said proudly.
"Took you long enough," Phoebe scoffed.
"How long have you too been…you know…?" Ross asked pointing between the couple.
"You mean screwing, humping, fucking?" Chandler asked.
"Yeah…that," Ross said giving Chandler a sideways glance.
"I don't know… like four months," Phoebe said looking to Joey for clarification, and he nodded in verification.
"Ha! We beat you!" Monica exclaimed in triumph.
"What?" Phoebe asked in confusion.
"Chandler and I managed to keep our relationship a secret for five months!" Monica boasted.
"No you didn't; I found out like a month after you guys started doing it," Joey said.
"Yeah, and I found out like a month before everyone else did," Rachel added.
"Dammit!" Monica exclaimed in defeat earning a sympathetic squeeze on the shoulder from Chandler.
"So how did this even happen?" Ross asked turning back to Phoebe and Joey.
"Well…" Phoebe began looking between her friends and Joey, "It all started at the hospital the day Emma was born," Phoebe said.
"We did it in a supply closet," Joey bragged.
"What? So did we!" Chandler said pointing between himself and Monica.
"Really?" Phoebe asked. "Was it the one on the fifth floor next to the room with the really creepy old guy?"
"Yup, that's the one," Chandler nodded.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?" Ross exclaimed in mortification.
"Well, I don't know about these guys but we were trying to conceive a baby," Chandler defended.
"In the hospital?" Ross exclaimed.
"Well…yeah…hospitals are where life ends and begins, and we are trying to begin a life," Chandler defended as Monica shook her head in embarrassment.
"Ok, ok! What's your story? How did you guys end up having sex?" Rachel asked, refocusing the conversation.
"Well, I was REALLY upset because I met this really cute patient, and I asked Joey to pretend to be his doctor so he could find out more information about him, but Joey screwed it up for me because he posed as Dr. Drake Ramoray, and the guy ended up finding out," Phoebe explained.
"Hey! How was I supposed to know that he was watching Days of Our Lives?" Joey whined.
"And I was still a little depressed and hung up on Rachel…which I am totally over now, by the way," Joey clarified as Ross and Rachel nodded in understanding.
"So are you two serious?" Monica could not help but ask.
"Well, I don't know how Phoebe feels, but I am seriously in love with her," Joey said gazing lovingly into her eyes.
"Aw!" Monica and Rachel gushed in unison.
"Well, I'm definitely serious when I say that I love you too," Phoebe added as the pair leaned into kiss.
Everyone stared at the couple with a mixture of fascination of awe. They had all witnessed the friendly little hugs and kisses between Phoebe and Joey over the years, but they had never seen them kiss this way before. However, this didn't seem awkward or surprising. It made sense…like something that should have been all along.
December 25th, 2002
Chandler lay on his stomach in the bed and watched as Monica slept, soaking in the glorious sight of her. He was so glad to finally be home, and, yet, it felt so surreal as if this was all one great big wonderful dream that he did not want to wake up from.
Being away from her…from them had been so damn hard, and so many days and nights away from them, and so many little things that he missed…that he had taken for granted being there every single day. But now he was home, and all was right in his world, again.
"Hey, you," Monica smiled sleepily as she awoke.
"Hey, yourself," Chandler smiled leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Merry Christmas, baby," Monica smiled caressing his arm with the hand that proudly displayed a brand spanking new sparkling sapphire ring. It was her Christmas present from him, and he bought it for her because the sapphire mirrored her captivating eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Mon," Chandler smiled pulling her on top of him to kiss her softly and to hold her in his arms craving as much skin on skin contact as possible.
"I'm so glad to be home," Chandler mumbled breathing in her sweet lavender and vanilla scent.
"And I'm so glad to have you home," Monica smiled as he dipped his head to kiss the honeyed skin of her neck. She tasted so fucking fantastic!
"Oh, wow!" Monica gasped feeling his erection ballooning beneath her.
"That was fast…for seven AM," Monica said glancing at the alarm clock on Chandler's side of the bed.
"What can I say? That's what you do to me," Chandler responded by rubbing himself against her opening and leaning in to capture her lips as he held her close to him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I think we have time for a morning, encore," Chandler murmured and Monica gasped in surprise as he gently pushed her onto her back.
Monica responded by opening her legs to cradle him, and he lay on top of her kissing her deeply, passionately as her hands wrung through his hair.
"Oh…Chandler!" Monica cried when he entered her, and she lifted her hips and arched her back off of the bed desiring more of him.
Meanwhile, Joey and Phoebe, entered apartment twenty to find Hannah sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching a movie.
"The Santa Claus! I love this movie!" Phoebe exclaimed joining her god daughter on the couch and wrapping herself in Hannah's wool blanket to snuggle with her.
"Presents!" Joey exclaimed running over to the Christmas tree like a little kid. He searched out and with little effort found the colorfully wrapped presents with his name on them and began shaking each one to find out what was in each box.
"Well, that one may be broken when I open it…" Joey mumbled as he heard something shatter from inside of the box after shaking it a little too roughly.
"Joey! You need to wait until everyone gets here," Phoebe said glancing over at her boyfriend.
"Where is everybody? It's already…only… seven O'clock…" Joey frowned noting that it was way earlier than he was accustomed to waking up.
"Well, Rachel, Ross, and Emma will not be here until eight," Phoebe began, "and I'm assuming Monica and chandler are still sleeping," Phoebe said looking to Hannah who just shrugged in response.
"Well, if I can get up this early so can they," Joey insisted barging over to their bedroom door and halting when he heard moaning coming from inside.
"On second thought, The Santa Claus sounds good," Joey blanched joining the two females on the couch as Phoebe nodded in understanding. Luckily Hannah was too focused on the movie to have caught on to that.
"Oh, baby, right there, yes, yes!" Monica moaned as she rocked her hips into Chandler's her back lifted off of the bed.
Chandler responded by rocking his hips harder into hers as he pinned Monica's arms above her head.
"You'll feel fucking fantastic, baby," Chandler groaned as he withdrew and then re-entered her sending both him over the edge.
"Oh, oh, oh…" Monica moaned as her own orgasm reached its peak, and she continued to rock up into him as residual waves of pleasure rippled through her.
"Oh, shit, it's seven fifty five, Rachel and Ross will be here any minute," Monica said moving to get up.
"Wait," Chandler said keeping her pinned beneath his hot, sweaty body.
"We don't have time to do that again," Monica frowned.
"I know that, but I just want a few more moments of just US before we get up," Chandler whispered leaning his forehead against hers.
"Ok," Monica smiled as she let him savor their moment of "them" time.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Joey laughed hysterically as Santa Clause fell off the roof of Tim Allen's character's house.
"It's not that funny, Joey," Phoebe chided as Hannah frowned at him.
"What are you talking about? It's hilarious!" Joey laughed.
"You do know that he died from that right?" Phoebe added as Joey blushed bashfully.
"Morning children," Chandler called as he and Monica exited their bedroom dressed in nightclothes that were definitely not worn the previous night. But both Monica and Chandler decided that these flannel nightclothes were much more wholesome than what they were wearing last night…which was nothing.
"Merry Christmas!" Monica exclaimed cheerfully.
"Merry Christmas," Phoebe replied along with a distracted Joey. Joey was currently more interested in what was happening in the movie.
"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," Monica said placing a loving kiss on top of her daughter's head.
"Merry Christmas," Hannah murmured as she tilted her head so her mother then father could place a quick kiss on her lips.
"Who wants pancakes?" Monica asked.
"I do! I do!" Joey exclaimed jumping off of the couch and joining Monica in the kitchen.
"Merry Christmas!" a fully dressed Rachel said entering the apartment pushing a sleeping Emma's stroller.
"Merry Christmas," Monica smiled hugging her friend and then bending down to give her sleeping niece a sweet kiss on the forehead.
"Where's Ross?" Monica asked.
"He was right behind me…" Rachel said turning around in confusion.
"Hey," Ross panted entering the apartment moments later clearly out of breath.
"There he is," Rachel smiled.
"Thanks for the help, Rach!" Ross exclaimed struggling with the various bags he was juggling.
"Here let me take this for you, Ross," Joey said grabbing the bag of presents and beginning to rummage through them earning an eye roll from Ross.
"What? What's wrong?" Rachel asked in surprise.
"Well, you were supposed to hold the lobby door open for me," Ross exclaimed.
"I'm so sorry, I just got distracted from my conversation with my mom," Rachel said apologetically.
"I forgive you," Ross said giving Rachel a quick peck on the lips.
"Whoa! Whoa! What's that about? No, senseless arguing? Just straight to the kiss and make up?" Chandler chimed in.
"We're not going to have to hear about this months…years later, are we?" Chandler added earning a chuckle from Joey and Monica.
"Ha! Ha! I'll have you know that we have been learning through our couple's counseling about a little thing I like to call forgive, let go, and move on," Ross boasted.
"And talk about it…rationally," Rachel added.
"So what do you guys want in the pancakes?" Monica asked as she stirred pancake batter.
"Whatever is fine by me," Ross said as he carried a baby Emma to the guest bedroom.
"I'm happy with plain pancakes," Rachel said placing bottles of formula inside of the refrigerator.
"I want chocolate chips!" Joey exclaimed as Monica moved to grab the chips from the cupboard.
"Oh! And butterscotch," Joey added as Monica nodded and reached for the butterscotch.
"Oh and those little melt in your mouth peppermint chips," Joey said.
"Do you just want to eat a bunch of candy?" Chandler asked.
"Actually that would be great!" Joey explained as Monica and Chandler rolled their eyes at him.
"Phoebe and Hannah what do you want in the pancakes?" Monica called out to the pair on the couch.
"What?" Phoebe asked turning around.
"What do you want in the pancakes?" Monica reiterated.
"Whatever is fine with me," Phoebe shrugged turning back around to watch the movie.
"Hannah, honey, what do you want?" Monica asked.
"Plain please," Hannah said her eyes still glued to the TV. A minute later Phoebe and Hannah burst out in laughter at something that Tim Allen's character said.
"What's so funny?" Joey asked.
"Scott just asked one of the little elves, 'Can we take a direct flight back to reality, or do we have to change planes in Denver?'" Phoebe quoted prompting Hannah, and herself, to burst out into a fit of giggles once.
"Now that's fricken funny," Phoebe added as Joey rolled his eyes at them.
January 11th, 2003
"Are you close baby?" Chandler breathed as he sat up on the bed leaning back on his flattened palms. Monica was sitting on top of him as she leaned back on her own hands with her knees bent on either side of him.
"Uh, huh," Monica whimpered and arched her back as Chandler rocked his pelvis into hers.
"I'm close too," Chandler whispered as he continued to pump up into her.
"I'm coming…." Monica whimpered as she threw her head back in pleasure; her arousal washing over and through her in a tidal wave of pleasure
"Me too," Chandler groaned gritting his teeth as his own arousal shot through the head of his penis into his's wife's pussy, and he shuddered and continued to thrust up into her as the flame of their lovemaking slowly dwindled.
"Wow!" Monica smiled as she sat straight up on top of him bracing his hips with her knees.
"I know!" Chandler agreed lying back on the bed and running his hands through his sandy hair. Chandler then glanced up at his wife and noticed that her face was set in deep concentration.
"What are you thinking about, Mon?" Chandler frowned running his hands up and down her smooth thighs.
"I was just thinking…" Monica responded distractedly.
"About?" Chandler asked probing her for a more specific answer.
"About us, and why we didn't happen sooner," Monica said pointing between them.
"Well, that's a pretty complex subject," Chandler said sitting up on the bed and scooting back to lean against the headboard brining her with him.
"What even brought this all on?" Chandler asked looking down to stroke her still flat tummy.
"I don't know," Monica shrugged looking down and tracing lines over his toned abs.
"Well, something did. Come on, Mon tell me," Chandler said lifting her chin so that she would look at him.
"We're just so damn good together, Chandler. And I just wonder why after having Hannah we didn't go any further than just the one night, and our three bonus nights. Why we decided to just remain friends…two friends that shared a baby," Monica sighed.
"Well, we were both, I mainly, were scared of the commitment, and we didn't want to jeopardize our friendship," Chandler said.
"Why is it that we could commit to our baby, but we couldn't commit to one another?" Monica asked sadly.
"I guess because…" Chandler began. "Hannah was a piece of each of us that we couldn't avoid loving even if we wanted to, and she needed us. She needed us to protect her, to love her, and to nurture her. It wasn't about us, it was about protecting her…our child," Chandler said.
"Did you ever think about making a go of it?" Monica asked.
"God, yes, many times, but other people, situations kept getting in the way," Chandler said.
"Yeah, like you meeting Janis at your daddy and me class?" Monica smirked.
"How about you meeting Fun Bobby the night I took you to the movies for one of our 'mommy and daddy night's out'?" Chandler returned.
"What about you hooking up with Aurora after we had our first bonus night?" Monica asked pointedly.
"You going out with Richard after our second bonus night!" Chandler countered.
"You going out with Janis again after I broke up with Richard!" Monica countered in response to Chandler's counter.
"In my defense, you breaking up with Richard happened after the fact!" Chandler said defensively.
"What about you going out with Pete after I broke up with Janis, again?" Chandler asked.
"You know I was never really into him, baby," Monica said running her hands up and down his torso.
"Then, tell me again why you went out with him?" Chandler asked curiously.
"To make you jealous," Monica smirked as Chandler groaned and rolled his eyes in response.
"Oh, and what about you getting together with Kathy after our third bonus night in Montauk?" Monica remembered.
"Hey! Hey! You said on that trip that you were not interested in me as boyfriend material, just as a good fuck," Chandler defended.
"Well, I wasn't exactly telling the truth…" Monica blushed.
"What?" Chandler asked his eyes nearly bulging out of his head in surprise.
"I was kind of gun shy about you and I starting something up after the whole Ross and Rachel drama," Monica said shyly as she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her hair.
"What changed your mind?" Chandler asked curiously.
"You and I in London, and how great that night was. It just stirred all of those memories of the few times we shared together, and I realized I couldn't deny myself anymore. I just finally had to have you all to myself," Monica admitted.
"Really?" Chandler could not help but contain a smug smirk.
"What?" Monica laughed slapping him lightly in the stomach.
"I just didn't know I was that irresistible to you," Chandler waggled his eyebrows as he continued to massage her thighs.
"What about you? What made you decide that you finally wanted to commit to me?" Monica asked.
"I don't really know…" Chandler sighed. "More or less the same thing, I mean I always wanted to be with you, Mon. That was never the question. I just never felt worthy of you," Chandler admitted.
"That's crazy!" Monica exclaimed.
"And SO far from the truth," Monica added.
"How do you figure?" Chandler asked in surprise.
"Chandler…" Monica began, "Why are you SO surprised? You've always been more than good enough for me. You're charming, sexy, sweet, and great in bed," Monica said between planting pecks on his neck.
"Mon…" Chandler breathed holding her by the back of the neck as her pulled her in to kiss her deeply.
"I want you again," Chandler said between kisses.
"I want you again too, baby," Monica breathed as she positioned herself over and down onto him immediately wrapping her legs around his back as he put his feet together.
"Jesus, Mon," Chandler breathed as they joined; their pelvis's rocking slowly against each other as the tension built.
"Oh!" Monica cried out at the friction and pleasure pulsing through her body as they continued to rock back and forth.
"I love you," Monica whined as she leaned her head against his chest running her hands through his hair as he kissed her neck.
"I love you, too," Chandler breathed as he nudged her to turn her face so that he could kiss her passionately, and they continued to move together in sync as they made love.
February 14th, 2003
"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," Monica breathed appearing in the doorway of their bedroom wearing a black lace and mesh form hugging teddy with a bikini bottom; her long legs covered by black knee-length stockings and held up by detachable garters.
"Mon…" Chandler responded his voice catching in his throat. She looked breath taking like she always did when she dressed up for him.
"Welcome home," Monica breathed sauntering over to him. Chandler stood frozen in place gaping at his dazzling wife as she walked sexily over to him; the glow of the candlelight illuminating her.
"Mhhhmmm…Mon," was all Chandler could muster as she wrapped her long arms around his neck and leaned in, opened her mouth, and invited his tongue inside of it.
"Somebody's happy to see me," Monica smirked noticing the effect she was having on her husband.
"I always am," Chandler whispered before wrapping her tighter in his arms and leaning in to kiss her deeper and longer.
"I have a present for you," Monica said breaking away from their passionate kiss.
"You already gave me the best present, Mon…three of them," Chandler smiled referring to their unborn babies and their already born one as he looked down and caressed the slight bulge of her tummy.
"You never have to give me anything ever again," Chandler smirked.
"Aw! That's so sweet!" Monica smiled touching his cheek affectionately.
"But it's too late; I already did," Monica said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the couch. Chandler smiled and followed her like a loyal puppy noting that the skimpy lingerie failed to cover much of her delicious behind. Chandler licked his lips at the tantalizing sight. He hoped his present involved her taking him on the couch right then and there because the sight of her in the sexy lingerie was driving him insane.
"Here," Monica said handing him an envelope as she sat excitedly in front of him on the coffee table.
"Well it's definitely not porn," Chandler quipped inspecting it as he sat on the edge of the couch.
"Just open it," Monica moaned rolling her eyes in slight annoyance. Chandler just smiled and tore open the envelope to reveal a card with two tickets…season tickets…to the Knicks inside.
"Monica, this awesome! Thank you," Chandler said happily.
"So, you like it?" Monica asked.
"Like it? No, I love it, Mon! Thank you!" Chandler repeated leaning in to give her a tender kiss.
"Read the card," Monica prompted.
"Ok!" Chandler said as he read the message inside of the card.
I love you for so many reasons.
I love you for that certain smile that cheers me when I am blue,
I love you for your tender kiss that warms me through and through,
I love you for your gentle hand, and understanding touch,
Your eyes that always seem to say, "I love you very much."
I love you for your faith in me, your sweet and patient ways,
And for the thoughtful things you do so often without praise.
I love you so for all these things and many others, too…
But most of all for what I am whenever I'm with you!
I love you forever,
Monica XOXOXO…
"This is…this is so beautiful," Chandler whispered tears of love pooling in his eyes.
"And so true," Monica smiled leaning in to kiss him softly.
"Ok time for your present," Chandler said.
"Ok!" Monica bounced up and down on the coffee table with a kid and the candy store expression plastered on her face. Chandler could not help but chuckle at her excitement.
"But card first," Chandler said handing her a red envelope.
"Ok…" Monica said more meticulously and slowly opened the envelope and then the card her eyes soaking up each beautiful and touching phrase.
The years have passed since we first met,
and,yet, you are so beautiful.
I cannot imagine my life
Without you at the heart of it.
You make me feel, believe, and love
All in the same moment.
There are no words to describe
Exactly what you do to me…
Only that Je T'aime (I love you) is what I feel…
And what I will feel forever and ever.
All my love,
Chandler
"Chandler, this is so beautiful," Monica smiled through her own threatening tears.
"That's not the best part," Chandler said pulling a long velvet Cartier Jewelry box out of his pocket and opening it to present her with a dazzling Gold heart pendent with diamonds embedded in the heart.
"it's so beautiful!" Monica gasped as she stared in awe at the expensive piece of jewelry.
"This is so that you can carry always my heart with you," Chandler said as he carefully lifted the delicate piece from the box and unclasped it.
"That's so sweet!" Monica exclaimed getting up to sit on his lap so he could place it around her neck.
"Now I want to show you just how much I love you and this incredible present," Monica smirked seductively turning around on his lap to straddle him.
Chandler moaned in response as he cupped her face in his large hands and devoured her mouth with his own.
"I just hope Rachel doesn't barge in on us like she did last year to get away from Ross and then beg us to watch the tape of Hannah's birth, again," Chandler grimaced at the memory.
"I don't think that will be a problem; I think she has her own plans with Ross this year," Monica smirked.
"Good because I have my own plans for us," Chandler said huskily before dipping his head to plant butterfly kisses along her neck.
"Oh, really? And what are your plans?" Monica asked tilting her head back and running her hands through his hair as he moved his lips to her jawline.
"To make hot passionate love to you all night long," Chandler breathed gazing lovingly into her Caribbean blue eyes.
"I like the sound of those plans," Monica smiled in response as he recaptured her lips in a searing kiss, their tongues mingling in bliss.
"Chandler…" Monica breathed as he moved his lips down to her lace covered breasts, and he licked her nipples through the shear material.
"Yes?" Chandler asked between licks.
"I want you…" Monica moaned. "So bad," she added.
"I want you too, baby," Chandler whispered.
"Take me, here…on the couch," Monica commanded.
"My wish is your command," Chandler smiled running his hands up her hips dragging the negligee with his hands down her body, and she got off of him to kick off the flimsy material leaving her in her garter and stockings.
"Now we need to get you naked," Monica smirked as he also got off of the couch, and she helped him out of his clothes.
Once he was naked, they fell back on the couch; her straddling him as they kissed wildly, hungrily. Monica lifted herself up so that she could position herself over his erect member and Chandler held her hips guiding her on him, and they both hissed in pleasure when they joined.
Immediately they sought out each other's lips again, and they kissed hungrily as Monica began moving up and down on top of him slowly at first.
Chandler ran his hands up and down her thighs as she moved up and down as they rocked their hips in time with one another.
The only sounds that could be heard were the moans and whimpers of pleasure their lovemaking evoked.
TO BE CONTINUED…
