"Ooh, everyone would hate to sit behind you at the cinema," Monica grinned proudly, "They'd probably throw popcorn at the back of your head or something."

She reached down to grab a handful of their own makeshift popcorn...a bag of 'crisps' from the minibar.

"Good one," Chandler pulled his attention away from the film to look over at her and smiled appreciatively. "Ok, my turn," he continued their silly game, "uh…every pair of pants you owned would be like shorts."

He smiled smugly as he helped himself to a potato chip.

"I dunno if that counts as being a bad thing," she teased, "it could be a good thing in the summer."

"So, it's a seasonal disadvantage of being a giant," he rolled his eyes good-naturedly, his sock-covered foot nudging hers. "It still counts as a reason why it would suck to be that tall."

"Maybe," She chuckled and his smugness doubled, loving that he could make her laugh so easily. He was loving this, just the two of them hanging out together and having fun. Not that they didn't do this often, because they did, but tonight it was different...tonight it had a little bit of delicious flirting mixed in. Sure, he was in another country, had flown miles to get here and he should probably be out there absorbing the historical British culture and admiring the foreign landmarks to be seen in this foreign city. But he wasn't and he couldn't care less.

Honest to God, there was no place on this earth he'd rather be than right here in this fancy hotel room...with her.

"Come on, your turn Ms Geller."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, her eyes sparkling and a cute little frown creasing her forehead as she came up with her next idea.

"How about...hugging people? It must suck having to bend down so far- you'd get awful backache."

He nodded, impressed, he hadn't even considered that. A part of him was suddenly very grateful for his average height; at least he had no problems ever hugging her. Which was a good thing as he liked hugging her; really liked hugging her and planned to be doing lots of it in his near future.

"You go," she instructed laughing as he playfully batted her hand away from the quickly diminishing pile of potato chips. He nabbed another one for himself as he looked at the movie playing on the hotel's television for inspiration.

"Um, your choice of career would be pretty limited," he pointed out. "You'd have to be a player of some sort of sports, like basketball or beach volleyball...I mean you wouldn't even fit behind an average office desk."

"I guess," she agreed with a shrug, "but I think being a basketball player is many guys' dream. Your pick of women, lots of money, fame…it's gotta beat working in an office any day."

"True," he mused thinking about his own office which, thankfully, was many miles away. He glanced at the giant on the screen which made Billy Crystal look like a kindergartener. He couldn't imagine anyone like that ever fitting into his office. The giant, Billy Crystal or the kindergartener. What weird job interviews they would be...

"How about the fact you could never wear heels," she suggested, pulling him away from his bizarre thoughts and back to their even more bizarre conversation.

"That would only affect female giants," he teased loving her playful side and stoking her competitive nature. "If seasonal disadvantages gets questioned then you definitely can't have gender specific ones."

She huffed a little, going in for another chip. With a smirk Chandler blocked her hand, ignoring her protest as he successfully grabbed the snack for himself. Bingo. He knew a cheeky glint was in his eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows cockily, confidently bringing his prize closer to his grinning lips. He was playing with fire.

He watched as she narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth, fully expecting some sort of insult to be hurled his way.

"Cross-dressing giants."

What?

"Huh?" He frowned and blinked. Pausing in mid-action he unknowingly reacted exactly how Monica had hoped.

With a smile she reached out quickly and grasped his wrist, holding it prisoner. Meeting his questioning gaze with her own smirk, she leaned down slowly, capturing the chip and the tips of his fingers playfully with her lips.

He swallowed, frozen, all his attention riveted on this gorgeous lips. The nerve-endings on his fingertips were tingling, sending shivers through his body as he stared at her. He couldn't take his eyes of her as he held his breath awaiting her next move. Then, he felt her teeth grazing his sensitive skin as they slowly bit down on their target. He couldn't hold back the quiet groan that escaped his lips at the sensations.

Monica pulled away excruciatingly slowly, maintaining eye-contact as she sat back up. A wicked gleam in her eyes as she chewed happily; she knew exactly what she had done to him. And he loved it. He should play with fire more often.

"High heels; it's a valid answer as both genders may wish to wear heels."

"W-what?" he had no idea what she was talking about, staring dumbfounded as she laughed at him. Huh.

"High heels," she reminded him cheerfully, "for the game. It counts, it unisex so I win."

Oh.

"Playing dirty?" he challenged with a small grin.

"Me? Never," she tried to sound innocent but failed miserably.

He watched as she grabbed another potato chip, surprised as she held it out to him as a peace-offering. Slowly, he leaned forward trying to mimic what she'd done a moment ago and be all sexy; he suspected he was failing. When he had the food in his mouth her fingers softly caressed his lips, lingering there before moving down his neck, her nails lightly grazing his skin, causing it to burn.

Oh Dear Lord. On pure instinct he chewed quickly and swallowed hard, thoughts of losing the game long forgotten. He'd happily lose any game if it meant they got to do this. She was still smiling as she claimed his lips with hers.

Her lips were soft as they sensually kissed him, slowly drawing it out. It was a sweet torture and he responded to her seduction. There were goosebumps on his skin as he felt her fingers teasing the tips of his hair. His blood was rushing south, enjoying it too much and he eventually managed to rip himself away. Closing his eyes he rested the back of his head against the wall trying to recover.

"Damn, you're good at that," he finally grinned.

"You're not so bad yourself," she praised, cuddling back up to him.

Her fingers lightly traced patterns on his shirt as he tried to get back into the movie, surprised to see the end credits of My Giant starting to roll. Huh.

"Want me to put another one on?" she asked gesturing towards the tv as she reached for the remote.

"Sure," he smiled, content as he hugged her to him and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

Maybe they'd actually get to watch more of the next movie.

As the second movie came to an end, Monica tried to keep her body still as her hand fumbled around on the bed for the remote control; finding it, she gently turned the volume down. Chandler had fallen asleep a while ago, his arm still around her as he snored softly. God, he was adorable.

She was content to stay snuggled in his embrace for a moment longer just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. Chandler's arms. Monica couldn't believe how right it felt being here with him, like this. So natural. Almost like she belonged here.

Carefully, she moved her head to see the illuminous digits on the small clock on the bedside cabinet. It was past midnight. This time last night she'd been in the beginnings of hell, but not tonight. Tonight had been the opposite. An honest talk leading to amazing kisses and then the perfect night just unwinding and enjoying being in each other's company. It had been so relaxing and silly that it had been just what she'd needed. Just perfect. Such a contrast to the horrors of last night.

Sighing happily, she tightened her hold on him, vowing to never hurt him like she had last night. In response, she heard him mumble something and tighten his own hold on her. That little action made her smile widely - that even unconscious he wanted to be close to her.

She enjoyed his embrace for a moment more, letting the feelings of contentedness and warmth surround her. As much as she wanted to stay like this forever, in reality she should probably make a move. It was late and they had a long day of travelling ahead of them. Although, she was looking forward to the flight home now - 6 hours next to him, that's a whole lot of Chandler.

As gently as possible, she tried to maneuver out of his protective arms but he held her tighter, murmuring his disapproval. She placed a soft kiss on his forehead before trying again, wiggling slightly as he slowly stirred.

"Where're you going?" he murmured sleepily.

"Bathroom, then back to my room," she informed him quietly placing a peck of a kiss on his lips, "it's getting late and Rachel will wonder where I am."

"She knows you're with me," he protested, his eyes still closed, his arms still firmly holding her in place. "Stay."

"It's late, honey, and we need sleep."

The term of endearment slipped easily from her lips in the lateness and intimacy of the hour. It seemed to fit.

"Stay," he repeated. "Sleep here. With me."

A grin tugged at her lips and she brought a hand up to gently stroke through his mussed hair. Sleepy Chandler was beyond cute.

"I'd love to but-"

"Mon," he opened his sleepy eyes and met hers, "please stay," his tone changed, slightly more serious. "I…I need you to…" he swallowed, ducking his head and she frowned.

"Chandler?" she asked questioningly, stroking his soft hair again before caressing his slightly stubbled cheek, "are you ok?"

He nodded, swallowing back the lump in his throat but remaining silent.

"Hey?" she pushed slightly.

"I-I need you to stay, please" he confessed quietly, "I need to sleep with you in my arms as proof that I haven't lost you, that you're here. Last night was so horrible and this evening so great. I need to know when I wake up that I didn't imagine all this and that it's real."

A soft smile broke out on her face, fully understanding, "I'd like that too," she promised as he met her eyes, "but I really do need to pee."

He chuckled and reluctantly released her. As she used the bathroom he shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his pants as he crawled under the covers. Doing much else seemed far too much effort.

She reappeared moments later and hovered by the door, "do you have anything I can sleep in?" she asked hesitantly.

"Anything in the main compartment bit is still clean," he gestured sleepily to his case that he hadn't bothered to unpack the second time around.

"Thanks," she flashed him a small smile of gratitude and rummaged through his suitcase as instructed. "Did you bring enough condoms?" she joked as she found the unopened jumbo box.

"Always be prepared," he mumbled.

She snorted.

"Boy scout," Monica teased as she grabbed a well-worn grey t-shirt and the box of condoms. She placed the latter item onto the nightstand and noticed his questioning look. "For the morning...just in case...see, I can be prepared too."

She winked and he swallowed.

With a slight grin she headed to the small bathroom. She pulled the t-shirt over her head, loving the scent of Chandler which clung to the fabric. It was soft, so soft against her skin. As she pulled it down her fingers felt a small tear near the bottom of the hem. She studied it idly; it must be a well-worn and well-loved tee. She smiled, loving how intimate it felt to be wearing it.

Still smiling she exited the bathroom and saw Chandler was lying facing her. He was obviously trying hard to keep his eyes open, barely winning the battle. His hair was completely disheveled and the thought that he'd never looked more cute crossed her mind.

"You look cute in that," he smiled sleepily, unknowingly copying her thoughts on him, "I like it."

"Me too," she admitted, climbing into the large bed and shuffling so she met him in the middle; thrilled that his arms automatically wrapped around her. It all felt just so right, being in his arms, wearing his t-shirt, being in his hotel bed. She was surrounded by him and she allowed herself to just relax and enjoy it.

She could hardly contain her smile as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her hair and mumbled good-night.

"'Night sweetie," she whispered, knowing he was already sleep.

She tightened her hold on him protectively, letting his calming presence wipe away the last traces of guilt from last night. They were here together and that's what counted.

She liked sleeping with Chandler.

As consciousness slowly started to find Chandler he became aware that he wasn't alone. Cracking open an eye a rush of emotions swept through him as he found Monica sleeping in his arms, her hair lightly tickling his chin. Memories of last night came flooding back as a large smile spread across his face. This was real; actually real. She was here, she was really here with him. She wanted to be with him. They were going to start what he suspected was going to be a frigging awesome relationship together. God, he felt giddy just thinking about it.

The clock informed him it was still stupidly early but he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep, not with Monica being this close to him. Her warm body pressed against him was starting to have an effect on his own; he was definitely awake enough now to do what he'd so desperately wanted to do with her earlier. He wondered if Monica would still be game. She had been the one to place the condoms in easy reach. Still…there was only one way to find out...

She was facing away from him, her back molded to his front, his arms around her waist. They fit together so well. He gently pulled her tighter against him and placed the lightest of butterfly kisses on her shoulder through the t-shirt. When she didn't stir he continued, placing another feather light kiss next to the first. Still nothing. Slowly he trailed soft kisses along her shoulder, finally reaching her exposed skin. Still unhurried, he moved up to her neck, raining gentle kisses on her delicate skin, pleased as she started to wake up.

He grinned, nuzzling her neck a little harder as a content sigh escaped her lips. Slowly his hands gently stroked her mid-drift through the t shirt. God, he loved that she had gone to sleep wearing his clothes. There was just something about that which was so sexy to him. He kept his caress gentle, not daring to move his hands any higher or lower just yet. She sighed again, her eyes fluttering open as he moved his lips to her ear.

"Morning," he breathed against the sensitive skin, placing the lightest of kisses there, relishing at the deep shiver that went through her entire body.

"Morning yourself," she returned a large smile covering her face as she stretched slightly, the action causing her body to press harder against him.

It was his turn to groan.

"I see someone's a little more awake," she teased as she rolled over to face him, her arms slipping around his neck, their bodies fully touching.

"Very awake," he admitted as he took her in. She looked beautiful first thing in the morning. Her dark hair was tussled, spread across the white pillow. Her eyes were sparkling, her lips smiling so happily that he couldn't resist leaning forwards and capturing them for a good morning kiss.

It soon turned sensual as lips caressed lips, bodies pressed against bodies and hands eagerly explored. His heart was beating rapidly as they fused together. His skin felt on fire wherever her hands touched and he groaned, pulling her tighter. He couldn't get enough of her. His hands slid underneath the large t shirt to stroke the soft skin of her back. She sighed in pleasure at the contact and it went straight through him.

The kiss became harder, probing and he felt her hands slid under his own t-shirt, coming to touch his chest before moving to his back tracing up his spine. God, it felt amazing. All his nerves ending were tingling, ultra-aware of her fingers, of her body.

His own hands moved a little higher, lightly grazing the edge of her breasts with his thumbs. She groaned into his mouth, encouraging him. He broke off the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked at her flushed face.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

She smiled in return, clearly lost for words. That was ok.

He pulled back slightly to sit up as she did the same. He placed his hands at the bottom of her t-shirt, tracing along the hem lightly, finding the little tear that was there. Oh-so slowly he pulled it up and over her head. Swallowing as he took her in.

"Incredibly beautiful," he corrected in awe.

Slowly, he leant in for another kiss, one hand on the back of her head as the other rested on her ribs before gradually moving upwards to explore her body.

He'd always thought that their first time together would probably involve some element of awkwardness. That they'd been friends for so long that it might feel a little weird at first until they got used to it and each other.

How he'd been wrong, so very wrong. They felt so right together, so good; like they should have been doing this for years. Their natural chemistry crackled between them, their instincts guiding them. Chandler vowed to commit every little memory to detail. Loving every sound of pleasure, memorizing every curve and sensitive piece of skin he found. He wanted to worship her, make her feel beautiful and cherished.

He liked waking up with Monica.

TBC...

A/N - and that's as close to M rated as I've ever gone, so do let me know if it worked or if I suck at it!

Thanks so much for all your reviews and support- you guys are totally amazing :o)