A/N – Thanks for all the amazing reviews and for all of you that have stuck with this story. After much debate I've decided to split the epilogue into two parts mainly due to its length. It isn't designed as a two-parter but hopefully it still works ok. The other half is written and just needs tidying up and whatnot, so hopefully it will be up in a couple of days...

Epilogue Part 1

Chandler quietly stepped out onto the hotel balcony spotting Monica instantly. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her petite waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

They stayed that way for a moment as they both took in the peaceful landscapes of Greece that surrounded them. The sun was just starting to set over the city. It was so beautiful.

"You ok?" he finally broke the silence.

"Yeah," she sighed quietly, leaning back gratefully into his warm embrace, "I just can't believe the week is practically over; it's gone so fast."

Too fast, he silently corrected as he tightened his hold on her; he'd fast come to love the feel of her in his arms. It felt so them, so right.

"I know," he murmured gently into her ear, before letting out a little sigh of his own. He was just as gutted as she was that this was their last night here. It had been one helluva week.

"You know," she mused softly, "It feels like just yesterday we were checking in…"

~/Flash-back– day one/~

"Wow," Chandler commented as they entered the hotel and took in the impressive lobby, "Ross picked good."

"Yeah," Monica agreed wide-eyed, taking in the large reception space. It was huge, magnificently decorated with high tapestry ceilings where a large chandelier hung down as the grand center piece. It was all so beautifully elegant.

"Madam? Sir?" The bell-hop questioned from behind them where he pushed the luggage cart, "the front desk is just this way."

"Right, sorry," Chandler offered the other man an apologetic smile. He'd make sure he tipped well.

Wrapping an arm around Monica's shoulders, they walked leisurely across the marble floor. They approached the large shiny mahogany desk, where they were greeted with an equally large shiny smile.

"May I help you?" The receptionist asked politely.

"Uh, reservation for…Geller?" Chandler asked glancing at Monica who nodded in agreement. They doubted Ross would have called and changed the reservation, nor that it would have been in Emily's maiden name.

"Certainly Sir, just one moment please," she started to type his details into the computer.

Chandler nodded easily, taking another look around the place. Ross had done very good indeed. He still felt a little guilty he was on his best friend's honeymoon but Ross had been the one to offer it to them; it was now Chandler's job to ensure they enjoyed it and made the most of it.

"Ah yes!" the enthusiasm in the receptionist's voice brought his attention back to her quickly with a frown. "Mr and Mrs Geller, congratulations on your marriage."

Ah. He threw a quick look at Monica who was trying not to laugh. She was failing, badly.

"Yes…uh, thank you," Chandler nodded hurriedly, more than a little uncomfortable. It wasn't worth correcting them now and risk confusing things. Besides, it was better they called him Mr Geller opposed to her Mrs Bing. It was too early in this relationship to let Monica's imagination run wild; way too early.

"We're so honored you decided to stay at our hotel for your honeymoon," the oblivious woman continued.

"Oh, there was simply no other choice," Chandler grated as he pasted a fake smile on his face, simply hating this.

"It looks so amazing," Monica jumped in and rescued him.

"Thank you, Mrs Geller," the receptionist beamed proudly before returning her attention to 'Mr Geller', "now, if I could ask you to just sign this and this" she handed him some paper forms she'd printed out and a pen.

"Sure," he signed without reading, just eager to get away from this uncomfortable conversation.

"I can see you're eager to get to your room," she smiled, misinterpreting his speediness and making him grimace. "Kolos will show you and your lovely wife up to our honeymoon suite."

Honeymoon suite?

Chandler froze. He should have expected that being Ross' honeymoon and all, but he hadn't. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

"It sounds delightful," Monica promised, running a comforting hand up his arm. "Doesn't it, hubby?"

He narrowed his eyes, throwing a mock-glare in her direction. She was enjoying this too much.

"Fantastic," the receptionist nodded. "I trust everything will be to your satisfaction but don't hesitate if there's anything we can do to make your stay more memorable. Have a lovely time Mr and Mrs Geller."

"Thanks," Monica smiled, tugging Chandler to follow 'Kolos' into the large mirrored lift.

He could never understand why every lift maker in the world seemed so obsessed by mirrors. What was the point of them? They never made the cart feel any bigger. All they did was bounce the hideously bright lights into your eyes and made it impossible to direct your gaze anywhere that didn't either blind you or land upon a stranger. Thankfully, the only stranger was the bell-hop who remained silent with his eyes discreetly straight ahead.

He was surprised when he felt Monica's hand reach down and grab his own, causing him to look over to her. She met his eyes, simply smiling as her fingers threaded through his. He smiled back, squeezing her hand slightly, loving how her eyes sparkled in the bright lights. She looked almost radiant. Huh. Maybe the lighting thing wasn't so bad after all.

The cart came to a gentle stop and they followed Kolos out and down a large corridor. They passed various green plants and random statues until they reached a red door. He unlocked it and pushed it open, gesturing for them to enter before him.

They walked in together, hands still entwined and froze. Wow. Ross had done extremely good.

There was a large four-poster bed dominating the room, with a delicate canopy elegantly draped over it. Rose petals were scattered across the white crisp duvet. A bottle of wine was cooling in an ice bucket on the bedside cabinet with sparkling wine glasses just waiting to be used.

Through the open balcony doors there was a stunning view of Athens.

Just wow.

"Is there anything I can get you before I leave?" The bell-hop asked.

Chandler blinked, spotting for the first time that the bags were now on the floor. He hadn't even noticed the guy unload them.

"Um, no, thank you, it's um great," Chandler stuttered, reaching into his pocket to grab some Greek drachma, handing over some notes to the man.

He hadn't quite got his head around the local currency, especially as he'd had to convert his leftover English money, but the man seemed extremely pleased. He'd probably tipped him a small fortune but Chandler didn't care; he was a happy man right now and happy men tipped well. Very well.

The well-tipped man left with another 'thank you' before Chandler turned and pleasantly found himself with an arm full of Monica.

"Isn't this fantastic?" she asked, her eyes still sparkling with excitement as her arms slipped around his neck.

"Uh huh," he murmured, completely captivated by her.

"I can't believe we get to spend a whole week here."

She pulled him down for a kiss and he willingly went. He closed his eyes as her lips touched his, lightly caressing at first and then becoming firmer. The kiss deepened as she pressed body hard against him. He tightened his embrace as he felt her hands in his hair.

"You know what else is awesome," he told her as they came up for air. "This will be the second honeymoon suite we've had sex in today. That's pretty cool."

"Sure is," she smiled, placing teasing little kisses on his soft lips, "it beats all my previous records."

He chuckled, doubting she'd had any honeymoon suite records before earlier. With his arms tightly around her, he started to move them towards that large four-poster bed.

"Well," he suggested, as they reached the edge, "let's see how many other records we can break tonight," he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Sounds good," she quipped, pushing him backwards to land on the large rose-covered sheet.

Any response he had was silenced by her lips.

~/End of Flash-back/~

"It's gone quick," Chandler agreed against her shoulder.

"I know," Monica grinned, as a gentle breeze played with her hair, making it tickle his cheek. "I can't believe we didn't even make it out of the hotel for the first two days."

"Hotel?" Chandler chuckled dirtily, "You mean the bed?"

~/Flash-back– day two/~

"Room service!"

They pulled apart instantly; nothing like a knock on the door to act like a giant bucket of ice-cold water.

"Crap," Chandler muttered, before raising his voice, "I-I'll be right there!"

He frantically jumped out of the bed desperately searching for anything he could throw on.

Monica just giggled.

"You're not helping," he grumbled at her, but he was smiling too much for it to seem like a complaint. He finally located some sweats and a tee on the floor and hurriedly shrugged them on.

"Relax," Monica told him humorously. "It's our honeymoon remember. I'm sure they've seen much worse."

He groaned, rolling his eyes as he approached the door. He threw her one last look to ensure she'd covered up enough before opening it and greeting the hotel staff.

"Hi, sorry about that I was just…" he trailed off realizing there was absolutely no convincing excuse he could come up with.

"Not a problem Mr Geller," the man practically winked as he wheeled the dinner cart through into the room. "I'm a married man and have been on honeymoon myself."

"Rrrright," he knew he was blushing fiercely.

"Is there anything else I can get you or your lovely wife?"

"No, that's great…um," he patted his sweats realizing he had no clue where his wallet was. "Um," how could he tip the man without his wallet? His eyes desperately searched the hotel surfaces. Had he even taken it out of his jacket?

"No problem, Mr Geller," the man smiled in understanding, "just leave the cart outside when you are finished." He went to leave but turned back, lowering his voice for Chandler's ears only. "Also, if we're interrupting next time, feel free to ask us to leave your food outside."

"Ok, thanks," he winced, as he quickly shut the door behind the man. "God, that was embarrassing," Chandler groaned as he stripped quickly. "Next time we order room service I'm gonna get changed and wait by the door ready."

Monica just laughed, getting out of the bed and walking over to him. He swallowed as their bodies touched and she leant up to kiss him long and hard, reminding him exactly what they had been doing before they were so rudely interrupted.

"What about the food?" Chandler protested weakly as he felt himself getting led back to the bed. He needed stamina if they were gonna do more of that; this record breaking stuff was hard work.

"Dessert first," she murmured as she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Needless to say, a lot of time passed before the finished plates were left outside for collection.

~/End of Flashback/~

"Although, I did take you out to see a few sights," he considered.

"That you did," she agreed, her hands covering his where they were settled across her tummy. "It was nice to see some of the most famous sites in Greece."

"Yes, I feel extremely cultured and all grown up," he joked.

"Really?" She smirked, "You acting grown up? That's not how I remember it…"

~/Flash-back– day three/~

"My God," Monica breathed, taking in the sights that surrounded her, "this is just breath-taking. Just astonishing."

"Yeah," Chandler agreed, somewhat lost for words himself.

They had managed to pull themselves out of their hotel room and visit some of the ancient history that Greece was bathed in. They were standing in Acropolis, taking in the old ruins; they were simply magnificent.

Walking hand in hand they dodged the many crowds of tourists as they leisurely walked around the citadel. Chandler leant against a rock, sunglasses in place as he waited patiently as Monica snapped away at every available angle with her camera. She looked so focused as she concentrated on getting the perfect picture. A cute frown was etched upon her forehead and her teeth worried her lower lip. Oh that lower lip…

He pulled his attention away from his girlfriend and away from the direction his thoughts were taking. They'd be back in their hotel room within a few hours and he could do all sorts of things to her then. Just a few hours. With a shake of his head he turned to the tour brochure in his hand, flipping it over.

"Hey Mon," he got her attention.

She raised a questioning eyebrow, recognizing his tone and the cheeky smile instantly.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Check this one out," he pointed to a shiny page, "it's called 'the Erechtheion'," he started sniggering, "it was used to worship King Erechtheus…wait until I tell Joey about this."

She smiled, shaking her head fondly and pulled him down for a quick kiss, "never change," she requested.

"As you wish," he kissed her back, his smile widening. "So did you get some good photos?"

"I hope so," she grinned, her fingers stroking the front of his shirt lightly. "I mean the views from up here are amazing. I thought the view from our hotel couldn't be beaten but I was very wrong."

"Monica Geller admitting she's wrong? No wait, very wrong?" he joked, laughing as she whacked him lightly.

He pulled her into an apologetic hug, his smile almost at breaking point. God, he couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy and relaxed. A few days spent in Greece was certainly having a positive effect on him. He gave her another light kiss which she happily accepted.

"There's another photo I want, though," she informed him.

"Sure," he shrugged easily. "Here or another part?"

"Here," she confirmed. "I want one of us together."

His smile became softer, his eyes crinkling in the corners, "I'd like that too," he swallowed, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She smiled back, caught in the same spell for a moment. The start of any relationship was always exciting and sweet, but with Monica it was a whole other level.

"Let's go ask someone," she finally broke out of their embrace.

He watched as she looked around excitedly and tugged him eagerly in the direction of a lone tourist.

He obediently let himself be dragged along. He wrapped his arms around her as instructed and happily posed for numerous photos throughout the afternoon. He didn't complain once at the number of photographs she wanted. No matter what temple or monument they posed in front of he knew every photo would have something in common.

His very genuine and very goofy grin.

~/End of Flashback/~

"I'm always grown up," he tried but she couldn't help but let out a little laugh in response, "hey," he protested good-naturedly, loosening his embrace so he could turn her to face him.

"Sorry," she murmured against his lips, "of course you're grown up. Very mature, in fact you may be the most mature man I know."

"Ok, now I know you're lying," he grinned, leaning forward to capture her lips. "Besides, I was the one that suggested Acropolis. You chose the beach."

"I didn't hear you complaining," she pointed out. "You seemed to quite enjoy it."

Oh he had, eventually.

~/Flash-back– day four/~

Chandler swallowed as he watched her remove her shirt and skirt, leaving her in the skimpy red bikini as she settled onto the beach towel. She looked over at him and smirked at his dropped jaw.

"Come on, your turn, Mister," she raised an eyebrow as she pointedly ran her eyes over his body. "Off with them."

He closed his eyes, controlling his breathing.

"I, uh, I was gonna leave my shirt on," he confessed with a self-conscious shrug, "this is me beach ready."

"What? Why?" she protested looking confused.

He winced. He'd hoped she would just drop it but should have known better. She knew him too damn well.

"No one's gonna wanna see my pasty chest," he admitted to her in that self-decrepitating tone he used too often for her liking, "trust me, it's better for everyone on this beach if I leave my clothes on."

"Hey," she frowned, getting back up and coming to stand in his personal space. She gently ran her hands up the said chest, her fingernails tracing little paths. She knew he was always a little self-conscious of his body but he really shouldn't be. Having spent the last few days getting intimately acquainted with naked Chandler, she knew he definitely had nothing to be ashamed of. She looked at him, waiting until he met her eyes, "I wanna see that pasty chest," she grinned quietly, continuing to trace the front of his shirt. "In fact, I happen to hold that chest in very high regard."

He swallowed.

"Really?" he grinned a little shyly.

"Uh huh," she promised, still drawing random comforting patterns across it and unknowing driving him crazy. "It's easily my favorite chest on this planet."

"Yeh?" A crooked smile started to tug at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh yeah," she smiled widely, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, one he happily accepted. "Definitely my favorite chest, no contest. Now, you can keep it undercover if you feel the need to, but personally, I think that would be a mistake, because I really really wanna see that chest."

He bit his lip indecisive. She could see his thoughts running across his handsome face.

"Please," she tried the puppy dog look that he perfected so well. "I've been looking forward to putting sun lotion on it."

His face changed and she had to hide a smirk. He was so easy.

"Sun lotion?"

"Uh huh, I bought a big old bottle," she informed him, a glint in her blue eyes. "I thought I could rub it all over that sexy chest of yours, you know use lots of it and really rub it in…and then I thought maybe you could return the favor…"she trailed off trying to look innocent.

He groaned as tortuous images ran through his mind. Damn, she didn't play fair.

"You're a mean woman." He grinned, already reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

"I know," she agreed happily, as she helped to remove the offending item of clothing. She turned towards him and went slightly more serious for a moment, running her hands across his bare chest. "You've got nothing to hide, Chandler," she promised, "you look fantastic."

He still looked doubtful so she pulled him in for another kiss. Trying to convey without words how much he meant to her.

When they pulled away his eyes were sparkling with gratitude. "Right then Ms Geller," he smiled, "Where's this sun lotion I was promised."

She giggled, pulling him down onto the towel.

~/End of Flashback/~

TBC...

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