I wake with a start, disconcerted by my surroundings a few moments. I blink in surprise to see Chandler's sleeping face so close to mine before the memory of the last few days come flooding back to me. A smile spreads across my face as I snuggle a little closer to him, pressing a kiss to his chest.

I feel his body give a little jerk and hear him take in a quick breath through his nose before his grip tightens around me. "Hey," he whispers, his lips against my forehead.

"Hey."

"What time is it?"

With some difficulty, I poke my head up to look over his shoulder at my clock. "It's almost ten."

"In the morning?"

"No, at night. It's still dark out. Jet lag's a bitch, isn't it?" I ask as I roll on to my back, stretching out my sore, happy body. He rolls with me, burying his face in my neck, kissing me behind my ear. "Know what?"

"What's that?" he mumbles.

"This still isn't weird."

He lifts his head and smiles down at me. "I know. It feels the exact opposite of weird, actually." He leans down and kisses me slowly, lazily, with no intent other than to kiss. It feels amazing to just lie in bed with someone and make out.

"Know what else?" he whispers, coming up for air.

"Hmmmm?"

"I really like waking up next to you."

My breath catches in my throat; I wasn't expecting that. I swallow heavily, bringing up a hand to stroke his hair. "Well, any time you want to…" I let the thought trail off, not wanting to push too hard.

"Noted," he answers, grinning. He kisses me again for a few moments before resting his head next to mine on the pillow. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why do you have a variety pack of condoms in your bedside table?"

I burst out laughing. "Oh, that. Well, see, I believe in that whole safety-first thing."

"No, I'm with you there," he tells me. "It's the variety part I'm questioning."

I shrug, trying not feel self-conscious. "It's been a while since I had sex, you know? But I like to be prepared, just in case. So, I figured if I had a variety of sizes, should the need arise, I'd be ready."

"I guess the most difficult part to believe is that you were in the middle of a dry spell."

"It happens."

"Yeah, but not to hot girls."

"Even to hot girls," I assure him. "At any rate, I'll go out tomorrow and get condoms that are the appropriate size."

"You don't have to do that."

I feel my heart rate pick up, and part of me starts to panic. "I don't?"

"I'm the guy—I'll do that."

Instantly, I feel relief. He's not done with me, he's just being chivalrous. "I don't mind buying them."

"Neither do I. Besides, if someone we know sees you buying condoms, you'll have to answer all sorts of questions about the who and the why and blah blah blah. If someone sees me doing it, well, it's just me being a guy buying rubbers. No one questions that."

I giggle a little. "How about we both buy them and double our odds of having sex?"

"Oooh. I like that." He leans in to kiss me and I smile against his lips. Kissing Chandler is really outstanding. Right now, it's even better than it has been before. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that we're not trying to milk this night for all it's worth—it seems like we'll have tomorrow night, and the night after that, and the night after that until we get sick of each other. If that ever happens.

"Hey, Chandler, I have to kick you out for a few minutes."

"What?! Why?"

"Relax. You just need to go check on Joey. I mean, if he's still home or awake, won't he wonder where you are?"

"I guess you have a point. What should I do if he wants to know where I've been?"

"I don't know—tell him you fell asleep on the couch or something. But what do you think the odds are that he'll there?"

"Knowing Joey…pretty slim. He was pretty homesick, so he's probably out living the New York life."

"Good. So, while you're over there, if you want to bring over some clothes for the morning, you're more than welcome to." I bite my lip, hoping that sounded casual.

"Okay!" I look up at him and he's grinning from ear to ear; I feel myself relax and remind myself that he wants this, too, as much as I do.

"Okay. Ummm…I'm going to take a shower. With everything that's been going on, I haven't really been able to do that since the morning of the wedding so…but, you're welcome to join me."

His eyes grow wide, his mouth dropping open a bit. "I just might be able to do that."

I take a deep breath. "Good." I give him a nudge, reminding him that he has to get up, before getting out of bed myself, grabbing my bathrobe off the back of the door. I turn around as I tighten the sash to see Chandler still in bed, staring at me intently. "What?"

"You have a phenomenal body."

I can actually feel my face growing hot; I don't know how to respond to that. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to need an answer; he pulls himself out of bed, so I have a chance to admire his form for a moment before he pulls on his own clothes. I notice that his t-shirt is still in a heap by my closet, and I hope that maybe he'll leave it.

I reach my hand out for him as I open the bedroom door, feeling inexplicably giddy when his fingers thread through mine. We pause at the front door as I undo the locks; all of a sudden, he turns me to him and pulls me in for another kiss.

"I'll be back in a couple of minutes," he tells me in between kisses. "If Joey is over there, it might take me a little longer, but I'll be back."

"Hurry," I tell him, kissing him a few more times before he disappears out the door. As soon as I hear the latch click in to place, I bolt in to the bathroom, desperate to get all the embarrassing things out of the way before he gets back—peeing, shaving, brushing my teeth.

I turn on the water in the tub as I brush my teeth, inspecting my face. Fortunately, the makeup I put on early this morning has stayed put—no raccoon eyes, no streaks. Of course, he probably doesn't care about that. As long as I'm naked and putting out, the rest is most likely incidental.

I hop in to the shower and get through shaving as quickly but as thoroughly as possible. My mind briefly wanders to the fact that Chandler and I might be together long enough for this sort of thing to not matter anymore. I push that thought aside—for whatever reason, it matters to me now. It shouldn't—there's a good possibility that with all the years we've known each other, he's seen me do all of these things—but right now it matters.

I'm rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I hear the bathroom door open. "Mon?"

I grin as I stick my head around the shower curtain. "Hi!" He looks even more adorable than he did a few minutes ago.

"You sure you want me in there?"

"Positive," I answer, pulling myself back under the spray. A few moments later, he steps in to the tub with me and my heart starts to beat a little faster. For some reason, this feels just as intimate as anything else we've done to this point. We stand there, looking at each other for a few moments, both a little unsure of what to do next. I finally grab his arm and pull him to me, standing on tiptoes to kiss him. I feel him relax instantly.

We shift a bit so that he's under the spray; he's tall enough so that he blocks most of the water from hitting me in the face, which is nice. He tilts his head back, getting his hair wet, and I grab my shampoo. As I'm reaching up to lather his hair, he grabs my arm, stopping me.

"Whoa whoa. I can't use your shampoo. Don't you think it'll be a little suspicious with me smelling like you?"

I raise my eyebrow at him in disbelief. "Chandler, you've been stealing my shampoo and shower gel for years. Not a single person will think anything of you smelling like me."

"You knew about that?"

I roll my eyes, massaging the shampoo in to his scalp. "As it happens, I do know what my bath products smell like."

He grins, leaning down to kiss me, the shampoo standing up on his head at odd angles. "You always smell so nice—can you blame me for wanting some of that?"

I bite back my own smile. "Fine." I turn and grab my conditioner, rubbing some of that in to my hair before squeezing shower gel in to my loofah. Before he can react, I start to lather up Chandler. He watches me with a combination of lust and amusement as I concentrate on his arms, his legs, his chest. I look up at him and he leans in to give me another kiss, most of the shampoo gone from his hair now.

I could really get used to kissing him.

Hell, I think I'm already used to kissing him.

"Turn around," I tell him, my voice a bit lower than normal. He obliges and I wash his back, carefully cleaning the what I can only describe as claw marks I've inflicted upon him. I slide my arms around his waist, leaning my head between his shoulder blades.

He gently plucks the loofah out of my hands and turns in my arms. I can feel his erection pushing against me insistently. "Your turn," he whispers before I can reach for him, and gently begins scrub my body. It's incredibly erotic.

I sigh and close my eyes as he cleans me thoroughly, taking his time. He steers me under the water for a moment, rinsing my hair and my body, before returning to our previous position, his fingers tracing gently circles on my wet skin. I feel myself start to ache for him again, the need overpowering. I reach in between our bodies, gently taking hold of him with one hand, the other hand grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine. He gasps in to my mouth as I start to slide my hand up and down his length. My hand releases his neck and slides slowly down his side, resting on his hip. I break the kiss, my lips trailing down his chest, his stomach, and I gently drop to my knees in front of him, eye to eye, so to speak with his erection. Without thinking about it, I slide my tongue down one side of him and back up the other.

His entire body spasms. "Jesus!"

I like that kind of response. So I do it again. And again. Then I take him in my mouth, closing my eyes, and hum happily. Not only am I actually pretty good at this, but I find I enjoy doing it. I'm sure it has something to do with being completely in control of someone else.

I feel Chandler's hand on my shoulder, trying to push me away. I open my eyes and look up at him, keeping my lips around him. His eyes are wide and his chest is moving rapidly as he struggles to breath. "You don't have to do this," he gasps.

I slowly release him from my mouth, my hands immediately taking its place. "Do you not want me to?" I ask, hoping he won't make me stop.

"No, it's not that. I just don't want you to feel like you have to."

I lean forward and kiss his hip, moving my lips across him slowly, kissing my way up his length, flicking the tip with my tongue. "Do you want me to stop?"

His silence is all the answer I need. I wrap my lips around him once more, taking him further in to my mouth.

"I should warn you," he pants, "that it won't take me long like this."

I pull back from him for a moment. "Think you'll be able to recover from this quickly enough to have sex again tonight?"

His mouth falls open, his pupils dilating to the point where I can no longer see the blue. He nods enthusiastically, so I continue with my ministrations, my hands sliding around to his ass, squeezing him. He groans loudly and I take him deeper, humming once more.

His body shudders, so I hum again. I pull my head back and forth slowly, alternating between licking and sucking, gently scraping my teeth against him.. I look up at him again and he's staring down at me, a look of wonder and desire on his face.

I'm so turned on right now, I can't stand it.

I see him desperately grabbing at the wall, trying to find something to hold on to. I reach up and manage to grab his arm, bringing his hand down to my head. I guide it to the hair at the base of my skull, threading his fingers through the hair there, squeezing his hand shut.

"You sure?" he asks breathlessly, and I nod as best I can. His fingers tighten and tugs at my hair and I moan around him, causing his body to jerk a little. He tugs again and I gasp—this feels incredible.

I speed up my movements; I can feel his hand flexing and releasing in time with me, pulling and releasing, and it's all I can do to not touch myself. But I want this to be about him.

All of a sudden, his hand tenses, the motions stopping. "Mon—Mon…I'm about…I'm going to…"

I take that as my cue; I take him as far in as I can handle, and he thrusts against my mouth frantically, releasing himself in to me, his cries echoing throughout the bathroom.

His motions start to slow down, so I follow suit, pulling back until he's out of my mouth, stroking him gently as he tries to get his breathing under control, his head still thrown back under the spray of the shower, his mouth open.

He's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

His head snaps forward suddenly, and he pulls me up his body, dragging my mouth to his. He keeps one arm around me as his other hand slides down my pelvis, his fingers entering me quickly.

I gasp out—how did he know? I push myself against his hand desperately; I can feel his fingers curling inside of me, pumping in and out of me quickly; I'm so turned on that I know this will only take moments.

"CHANDLER!" I scream suddenly, my head falling back, pushing against him as quickly as I can, my hands grabbing his arms as I try to hold on.

Without warning, the water starts to turn cool and we both jump in shock. I disentangle myself quickly, reaching around him to turn off the water. He pulls me back in to his arms, and we stand there for a while, breathing heavily, water dripping off our bodies.

"That was incredible," he whispers in to my hair.

I nod, burying my face in to his chest, my legs so shaky that I know he's the only thing holding me up right now. I finally look up at him and smile. "Thank you."

He shakes his head, smiling back at me. "Uh-uh. Thank you." He leans down and kisses me thoroughly before we step out of the tub and wrap ourselves in towels.