Chandler presses me against the wall outside of a hotel room, one hand cupping my cheek, the other hand gripping my side. I wrap my arms around his neck and moan into his mouth contentedly.

This is amazing.

Chandler still wants me.

I was so panicked walking down the aisle with him, especially when he started mentioning how last night had been a mistake. Of course, I played along, agreeing that it was stupid even though I could feel my heart breaking.

Until he asked if he could come over tonight. Then that ceremony couldn't end fast enough.

For now, we've established an only-in-London rule. We can only have sex in London because it doesn't count over here; otherwise, our friendship is ruined.

If he keeps kissing me like this, though, I may have to suggest that we move here.

Naturally, now that we've decided we want to do this, the universe is conspiring against us. First, Rachel in my room, then Joey insisting he be let into the room with his bridesmaid and settling in to watch a movie. Fortunately, he didn't even notice when Chandler and I left the room.

The suggestion of the honeymoon suite was Chandler's. We managed to get to the right floor before his lips were suddenly on mine, and I realized that I hadn't kissed him since last night.

I'm still trying to figure out how I've managed to survive this many hours without his lips on mine, without his body pressed against mine. My body is already tingling with anticipation, knowing that in a few minutes, we'll be naked together once more.

"Chandler," I mumble against his lips, trying to get his attention while still kissing him.

"Hmmm?" His arms wrap around me, deepening the kiss, and for a few more minutes the world around me disappears.

Reluctantly, I pull my lips from his. "We should get out of the hall," I murmur.

"You're probably right," he answers, his lips moving to my neck. I whimper as my head lolls back.

"No, seriously. At this point, who knows who is going to come wandering down the hall."

His hands move up to cup my face, bringing our lips together once more. I find I'm having a very difficult time caring who sees us at this point. I want him so badly that hallway sex sounds fantastic.

Abruptly, he pulls away from me, then takes my hand and starts leading me down the hall to our destination. Once there, I have a few moments of doubts about doing this in Ross's room, but it turns out that I'm very easily persuaded by Chandler-logic.

Then Ross actually shows up. And I think I'm going to scream.

All I want to do is have sex with Chandler until we collapse from exhaustion…again. Is that asking so much of the universe? My body actually aches for him, needs his hands on me. I feel like if I don't get him inside of me soon, I will combust.

Naturally, Ross decides to stay put. Because obviously, your wife of several hours who has already run away from you is going to come looking in the honeymoon suite. And of course he wants company right now.

I learn very quickly that time does not move along speedily in situations like this. I love my brother, but I don't know how long I can listen to him complain about this. He said he only needed us to stay for a little while but it's…I crane my neck to look at the bedside clock and actually bite my lip to keep in my scream of frustration.

Almost two hours. He has been going on about Emily and Rachel and how he said the wrong name for almost two hours. That's two hours worth of sex I've missed out on because Ross said the wrong name at the altar.

I grit my teeth and lean back so I can see Chandler behind Ross's back. He's already looking at me, his nostrils flaring. He looks just as frustrated as I feel.

He mouths, "I'm sorry," to me and I just shrug—this certainly isn't his fault. But as our eyes lock, I feel my heart start to flutter. I take deep breaths, trying to keep myself under control. He crooks the corner of his mouth up in a smile, his hand sliding across the bedspread to me, this time safely away from Ross.

I reach my own hand out to him, slowly so that I don't attract Ross's attention. The moment our fingers connect I feel such intense relief. I feel my shoulders relax a little and his smile widens a bit.

Fortunately, my brother is completely oblivious right now, only aware of his own situation. He's blissfully unaware that his best friend and his little sister are having eye sex just inches from him.

Chandler's thumb softly strokes the back of my hand and my body suddenly feels charged with a low hum of electricity.

We could probably have sex right now and Ross would never even notice.

When I realize that I'm actually considering this, I tear my hand away from Chandler. His thoughts must have been similar to my own because he snatches his hand away, too, averting his eyes from mine, and we both go back to staring at the wall.

I feel more frustrated now than I did before.

I went for months without sex before last night, and even in all that time, I never felt as horny as I do now. One would think having sex seven times and, if I'm remember correctly, ten orgasms in night would do something to quell the urge. All I want is more.

So, most likely, it wouldn't be another seven times, but right now, I'd be happy with just once.

Well…I'd be okay with it. As long as there was the promise of more to follow.

I glance at the clock again and sigh. Another hour has gone by. Ross has now moved on to completely rehashing his relationship with Rachel. We have a very limited window of time left in London to do this.

I feel Chandler's hand on mine again. He squeezes my fingers for a couple of seconds, letting me know that he gets it, that he's just as aggravated as I am. We don't look at each other, though. Eye contact will bring this whole house of cards down around us.

All of a sudden Ross lays his head down on my lap and I look at him incredulously. Still oblivious, he misses the look.

And now he's talking about Carol.

Oh, sweet…

I risk a look over at Chandler. "What the hell?" I mouth. Chandler brings his free hand up to his head, pulling the trigger on the imaginary gun. I nod my head in agreement, rolling my eyes. This is ridiculous. I decide I need to put an end to this when I realize Ross is crying, or at least pretty close to it.

I try to reign in my libido for now and be compassionate; my brother is in pain, regardless of it being his own fault. Chandler releases my hand and pats Ross's leg, which is somehow draped across Chandler's lap, sympathetically.

Even so, as his voice drones on, it's hard to care as much as I should.

Eventually, I realize Ross is asleep, and possibly has been for some time. I can see the sun peaking through the windows.

"We have to leave for New York in an hour," Chandler points out.

I think I'm going to cry. Still—an hour is enough time. At this points, five minutes is enough time. "I know. I've been looking at those doors. They look pretty soundproof, right?"

"That's crazy," he says, and my heart drops. "A: He could wake up, and B: you know, let's go for it."

Relief floods through me; he's as desperate as I am right now, which is somewhat comforting.

Carefully, slowly, we try to slide away from Ross.

Then there's a knock at the door, and Ross jumps up, looking around for Emily.

Really, universe? REALLY?

Chandler and I look at each other in disgust and slowly follow Ross out into the sitting area.

All of a sudden, I feel his hand slide quickly down my back, over my hip, then back up again. I look at him over my shoulder, his face carefully set to innocent. Instantly, my body is on fire again, every nerve ending tingling.

I have to find a way out of this London-only clause.

*A/N...I know...kinda fluffy filler. It's okay, though. I have a plan. I'm writing it now ;)