I watch as Monica peeks in to the fridge, bathrobe wrapped around her slight frame, hair still wet from that amazing shower we just took, and my feel my heart flutter a little. She's pretty incredible.

Incredible is not a strong enough word for it, but I don't know that I could find an existing word that's appropriate.

"Want some water?" she asks, bottles of water already in hand.

"Sure," I say, moving toward her, taking one of the bottles from her. "Sex and international travel tend to dehydrate me."

She grins as she closes the refrigerator door and steps toward me, hooking a finger in the top of my pajama pants and dragging me closer. I wasn't sure about the pajamas when I brought them over a little earlier—I didn't know if I was being presumptuous because she only mentioned clothes for tomorrow but she doesn't seem phased in the slightest.

Our arms wrap around each other and I jump as the cold plastic hits my back, yelping a little.

She moves the bottle away quickly and bites her lip. "Sorry."

"Worth it," I tell her, pulling her face to mine. I'm pretty sure I could kiss her all day if given the chance. I keep one arm wrapped around her shoulders as the other hand slides down her back. My fingers skim over her ass before trailing down to the edge of her robe. I raise the hem a bit and softly stroke her thigh and she stands on tiptoe, bringing herself closer to me.

I'm pretty sure this is what perfect feels like.

She pulls back from me slowly, our lips chasing each other, kissing each other softly, our smiles getting in the way.

"Drink your water," she tells me, her lips finally out of reach. "I need you hydrated."

My pulse quickens and I feel myself stir a bit. I have to admit that I'm pretty impressed with my stamina lately. But being with Monica is so unlike anything else in my life—I hate to say that I can't control it, because that's not what it feels like. I think it's just that I can't wait to connect with her again, to share those moments when we're one person.

I chug my water, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. She blushes a little and shifts from foot to foot, but maintains the eye contact. Finally, she reaches out to me again and I take her hand willingly—I'm finding that I really like the way her hand feels in mine, the way our fingers fit together so perfectly. She turns and leads me to her bedroom, and I wonder for what has the be the millionth time if this is really happening to me. Can this be real life?

I push the bedroom door shut behind us and Monica's robe falls to the floor. My breathing speeds up as she stands naked before me, in awe at the amount of trust she's giving me. Everything about her is completely perfect.

I untie the drawstring on my pants, pushing them down to my ankles then kicking them away. I watch as her pupils dilate and a flush spreads across her chest, and feel my male ego swell with pride. I turn her on. Monica Geller is turned on by me.

Simultaneously, we reach for each other, our lips fusing together, our hands roaming wildly. I moan as our naked bodies move against each other; I don't think I could ever get enough of this feeling.

Her knees hit the back of the bed and she sits down; I chase after her, my lips finding her once more as she scoots back further. I crawl along with her, keeping her face cradled in my hands, until she's reclined against her pillows. She gives my leg a nudge with her knee so I slide down until our bodies are flush. My hands skim down her sides, enjoying the way her skin jumps beneath my touch. I gently take hold of her leg and hook it around my back, bringing us closer. She tears her lips from mine, moaning at the increased contact, her hips moving gently against mine.

I press my forehead against hers and she whispers, "Chandler." I swallow heavily—no one has ever said my name the way she does.

I fumble in the nightstand for a condom, which is incredibly difficult to do when she's moving against me like that.

"Hey, Mon," I say softly.

"Hmmm?" is her only response as she bites her lip, her hands stroking slowly up and down my back, her hips continuing their sensuous rhythm.

"Is there any position you prefer? I mean, one you need to be in to…"

"Not in the last several days. I've been pretty good to go lately." She reaches a hand up to stroke the hair off my forehead. "But I can tell you like to be on top."

"Yeah, but…" I think I can feel my face heating up; I can't believe I'm about to confess this to her already. "It's only because I really like being able to hold you close."

I can actually feel her heart speed up beneath my chest. "Oh."

"Is that okay?"

She only nods, leaning her head up to kiss me again. I pull back a few moments later to pull on the condom before settling back in her arms, kissing her once more. Our hips move against each other slowly, creating a wonderful friction that could be my undoing.

She whimpers softly and I groan in response as her hips shift further apart, inviting me in. She thrusts against me and I can't help but chuckle softly. "Subtle," I tell her.

"Subtle is for suckers," she answers, pushing against me again.

"Can't argue with that." I shift back for a moment before sliding in to her, her back arching off the bed to meet me, a long, low moan falling out of her mouth.

This really is the most intense feeling I've ever experienced.

I kiss her slowly, deeply, keeping our movements slow, too. I don't feel the need to rush through this.

I pull back, almost completely leaving her, before slowly pushing back in, over and over and over, alternating between kissing her and watching her facial expressions.

I still can't believe I'm doing this to her, that she is so responsive to me.

I bring my hips back to hers, thrusting in to her quickly several times, feeling her fingers dig in to my back, her legs wrapping around mine, the movements her hips mimicking mine, before resuming my long, slow stroking, her motions still following mine.

My lips trail down the side of her face, down her neck, down to her collarbone then to her shoulder. I nip her softly, causing a little squeak to leave her lips, her body jerking for a second. "God, you're beautiful," I whisper. I bring my head up so I can look down at her, smoothing the hair back from her face. "So beautiful." My hips speed up again for a few moments and her eyes flutter shut, her mouth falling open as more soft moans escape.

"God," she whispers, her arms wrapping around me a little tighter and I resume our slow movements, trying to grind my pelvis against hers with each stroke.

My breath catches in my throat suddenly—she really is beautiful. She's so much more than that, actually. The amount of trust she's putting in me right now, allowing me to take the lead, how she reacts to me…it's all so much more than I ever could have expected, and probably more than I deserve. I cradle her body in my arms, completely in awe of this astonishing woman.

I may not deserve this, but I will try to like to feel like I do.

I speed up a bit, my movements a bit more insistent, and she matches me thrust for thrust. She moans suddenly, her head turning to the side, burying her face my arm for a moment. "Ohhhhhhhhhh."

I bend down and kiss her neck and her hands leave my back, coming up to clutch at a pillow. "Ohhhh, how do you do this to me?" she asks rhetorically. "Oh, what you do to me…"

My hand reaches out, linking my fingers with hers, something about that particular connection that makes all of this feel even more special.

Her hand clutches mine, our knuckles turning white, as her free hand grabs at my back once more, her hips pushing against mine adamantly. I wish I had something eloquent to say at a moment like this—some way to express that she's the only thing in this world that matters right now, maybe the only thing that matters at all—but all I can manage are guttural noises that can't possibly do a moment like this justice.

Fortunately, words don't seem to matter to her right now; she moans in to my ear and my entire body quivers. She whispers my name again and my hips start to speed up. When my name falls out of her mouth as a yell, I fight for control, not ready to end this. I force my hips to slow down, I take deep breaths, and she whimpers.

"I need you," she whispers in to my ear. "I need you so much."

My body jerks against her involuntarily a few times and suddenly she's convulsing around me, clutching at me, moaning. "Oh, yes. Yesyesyes."

I regain control, resuming my pace, watching her fall apart around me. She's stunning; she's captivating.

She presses her cheek to mine, panting in to my ear. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I clutch her hand tighter, pushing in to her harder, causing us both to groan louder. She bites my earlobe and I squeeze my eyes shut, pausing in my motions.

She thrusts her hips against mine. "Told you not to stop," she gasps, clenching her inner muscles.

"Monicaaaaaa," I moan. I put my forehead on the pillow next to her head, taking shaky breaths.

She takes mercy on me and stills her movements, her rapid breathing in my ear doing little to help me calm myself.

"Kiss me," she breathes.

I release her hand, wrapping my arms around her, and kiss her ferociously, my hips resuming their movements, the pace quickening, our bodies moving together.

"Chandler," she moans against my lips. "Please."

I don't know what she's begging for and I don't care. I'll give her anything and everything I own to make her happy. Anything she needs or wants is hers.

I hold her tighter, pumping harder.

"We fit together so perfectly," she whispers. "Did you notice?"

I stop my movements again, and she makes a noise of protest. I lean down and kiss her gently. "I noticed."

She smiles at me; tears spring to her eyes. "What's wrong?" I ask, stroking her hair.

She shakes her head, the tears slipping down the sides of her face. "Nothing."

"You're crying," I point out.

"I'm okay. Lots of emotions going on right now, they need to find a way out."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Everything is perfect. Please keep going."

I lean down, kissing away her tears. My hands frame her face, my eyes locking with hers as we start to move again. Her eyes fill with tears again as the tension between us builds again rapidly. "You're sure you're okay," I ask.

"I'm wonderful," she answers, sliding her hand to the back of my neck, pulling my lips to hers, effectively silencing me. She arches her back off the mattress and I groan, needing no more encouragement. I move against her faster, the enthusiastic sounds coming out of her despite the tears egging me on.

Her nails dig in to my back, and I vaguely acknowledge that I may have permanent scars there eventually if we keep having sex.

Scars I'd be more than happy to bear if it means I get to be with her.

I kiss down her neck once more, stopping occasionally to suck gently on her soft skin. Her legs wrap more tightly around my waist, her head falling back. "Ahh ahh, oooo, ohhh, Goooooood," she moans.

Our hips move faster against each other; I watch Monica's face contort in pleasure and groan loudly. "C'mon, baby," I tell her. "C'mon."

"Call me 'baby' again," she moans, and I'm surprised to realize I've called her that.

"Baby," I whisper to her, shifting the angle of my hips.

"Yessssssss," she hisses, moving against me faster. "Again."

"You're so hot, baby. So sexy. Want you so bad," I breathe, feeling my control slipping.

She grabs my lower back, clutching it to her, her hips moving frantically. "Yes, Chandler YES!"

I feel myself erupt inside of her, and I cry out, pounding in to her, our bodies slamming against each other, everything in my body tingling, feeling myself shatter and come back together stronger, more complete.

Our movements slow down gradually, moans still slipping from our mouths.

"That was incredible," she whispers in my ear.

"You're incredible, baby," I tell her, kissing her forehead. I look down at her, and she smiles up at me.

I slowly shift off of her, trying to prolong the contact but reluctant to crush her beneath me. I toss the condom then gather her in my arms once more.

"You sure you don't mind me staying tonight?"

Her arm wraps around my stomach as she leans up to kiss me. "I would prefer if you did, actually."

"Good, because I don't think I could walk right now if my life depended on it."

Her face lights up in a smile as she settles down next to me, her head pillowed in the crook of my arm. "You are welcome."

I smile as I grab her hand, playing with her fingers. "Thank you," I breathe.

She presses a quick kiss to my shoulder. "Anytime, baby."

My breath catches for a moment—I'm not sure if that was on purpose or by accident, but the effect is the same. My heart feels like it could burst.

I hear her breathing even out as she drifts off to sleep. I sigh and pull her closer, resting my head against hers, closing my eyes.

I might be the luckiest bastard to ever walk the planet.

*A/N…so, to clear up…I'm not getting out of the smut-writing business. I find, even though it scared me at first and I thought it felt awkward, I enjoy writing it. I'm trying to write stuff I wouldn't ordinarily write so that I can be a better writer (and see how many times I can put the word "write" in to a sentence before it loses all meaning). That said, I want to be able to write stuff other than smut, or at least know that I can. But, since I wrote one like that today (not this one, obviously), I think I'll be okay. Also, one lovely reviewer—I can't remember who right now—said that I write erotica, not smut, and I thought that was kind of cool.

One more thing—I've been informed that you guys are talking about me via Twitter, so I've been stalking. Is that weird? Because I'm totally moved that you guys like my work so much.

might be the luckiest bastard to ever walk the planet.

I sigh and pull her closereneath me. I toss the condom then gather h