A/N: Forewarning! This is where some of those smexy times that have been requested begin to take place. It's definitely earned its M rating here, so if that's not your thing, maybe just read the first half of this chapter and the end :)

2 days (and a good deal of shenanigans) later….

Rachel felt so sultry surrounded by lit candles and the soft music she'd selected. She smiled a bit to herself as she blew out the last match. She was a master.

Ten to fifteen candles were spread around her room, Ella Fitzgerald and Tony Bennet crooned from the corner stereo, and her bedsheets were clean and ready to get dirty.

She laid out her nighties and spent half an hour changing and choosing which she was going to wear. She settled on a blue-green number that matched her eyes and made her legs look miles long. She silently thanked the Lord she'd been to the beach and tanned recently as she studied herself in the mirror.

She put on the bare amount of makeup and made sure every inch of her body was hairless before striking a pose on her bed. Any second now, Chandler would walk through that door and…yum.

After a while she grew a little bored, and she figured she could look just as sexy while reading a book, so she pulled one out and tried to entertain herself. Impatiently she would glance toward the clock, then to her reflection, fluffing her hair a bit, before returning her gaze back to the book.

She almost missed the soft sound as the door to the apartment opened. Suddenly, she couldn't lie still, jumping up, with nervous butterflies knocking around in her belly as shuffling steps bumped around her kitchen. The steps edged closer to her door, and she panicked, picking up the book, then throwing it. Laying down on the bed then standing, then sitting. The steps then paused, then closer…. She was FREAKING OUT. The phone rang.

The butterflies in her stomach died pitifully when she heard Monica's voice answer the phone through her bedroom door.

She sat back on her bedspread in a huff. Maybe he was hung up with something. She crossed her arms as she leaned back against the headboard. She was going to tear his face off when he finally did arrive. Or maybe that could wait until… after.

Either way, he was seriously beginning to piss her off.

Words began to blur together on the page of her reclaimed book, the soft music and candlelight lulling her eyes shut.

Hours later, Rachel jerked awake. The room was dim, most of the candles were out, save a few. Silence hung in the air, and her neck hurt like hell.

"A-ah," she moaned painfully as she straightened from her awkward position. The book was still in her hand, laying on her tummy. She flung the stupid thing across the room, cursing again when the motion gave a painful pinch in her neck.

Well that was it. She angrily stood and looked at the clock. 2:30am. She stocked to each candle, blowing the unextinguished ones out while singing:

"This little light of mine, BLAH. I'm not gunna let it shine, because it's a stupid pig who deserves to have a crick in HIS neck…"

When she finished she stalked out of her room, through her apartment, across the hall, into the boy's apartment, finally flinging open the door to Chandler's room.

The man, sporting some God-awful bedhead, sat up, nearly jumping out of his skin.

"Rachel?" he asked, confused.

"Don't 'Rachel' me!"

"But… it's your name," he replied slowly, as if she had a mental deficiency.

Oh she could kill him.

"Chandler?" Joey's voice came through the wall as a loud bump announced he was about to catch Rachel in his roommate's bedroom in a nightie at 2:30 in the morning.

Chandler and Rachel made panicked eye contact, and Chandler began falling his arms, gesturing for her to get behind the bed. Rachel ran and made it to the floor as Joey filled Chandler's doorway.

"You okay, man?" Joey asked, eyes barely open.

"Yeah. Are you okay?" Chandler asked.

"What?" Joey said, confused.

"Well… that was a big scream you gave out there Joe. Woke me up. I mean, I know you get nightmares sometimes but, could you keep it down?"

Joey cocked his head. "I could've sworn the noise came from your room, man. And it sounded like a chick."

"Now does that sound like me?" Chandler asked with a reasonable tone. "To have a chick screaming in my room?"

Joey nodded, "Ah sorry man, you're right."

Chandler's silence made Rachel laugh. She could almost picture his offended expression at how easily Joey had bought that excuse. "Must have been in my dream, man, sorry about that."

"No problem, Joe," Chandler said, tightness in his voice.

Joey began to shut the door then paused, "Unless… are you sure it wasn't you screamin'?"

"Out! Get out!" Chandler yelled, throwing a pillow at the door as Joey shut it. Once his roommate had meandered back to his own room, Chandler rolled over to look down off the edge of his bed at a pair of furious, beautiful blue eyes. He checked the clock.

"Well you're clearly more of a morning person than I thought you were," he snarked at her, and Rachel growled in response, standing up and glaring at him.

"What is the matter with you?" she questioned, furiously.

"…What?" he asked.

"Why didn't you show up? I sat in my room for hours, Chandler! I finished nearly half of my book in one damn sitting!" She stood, glaring over him as if this were something she needed a response to. Did he…ask her to read a book for him and forget about it?

"I'm sorry I must have misplaced my invitation to reading hour…." he said hesitantly, hoping this was the right response. Her face turned a deep shade of purple. No. Wrong response, wrong response, wrong response! "I mean, no! I hate the written word," he sat up and grabbed one of his nightstand's books. "Bleh, ew, books." He threw the thing gently to the side, then turned to Rachel who, to his dismay, had tears in her eyes.

"Hey…" She turned resolutely to walk out. Chandler caught her hand, pulling her down to the bed. She kept her face forward. "Okay, what's wrong?"

She turned to him, now looking confused as well as furious. "You stood me up for our sex date."

"What?" Chandler choked, "Hm-H-Ha. Did you say I missed our sex date?"

"…Yes!" Rachel replied, studying his face in the darkness. Chandler turned away from her and fumbled with his bedside lamp before flooding the room with sudden light. Rachel flinched and Chandler gasped.

When she opened her eyes, she found Chandler, mouth open, staring at her in her nightie, his eyes so heated and lusty they practically glowed blue. Don't blush. You are a sexy woman and you know it. Don't blush.

The thoughts didn't do her any good as blood flooded her cheeks. Chandler managed to reign in his "hummina-hummina" expression as he met her gaze.

"Now what kind of psychopath would I have to be to ever, in a million years, stand you up, Rachel Green?" he whispered in a gravely voice. His eyes were dark, holding her, pulling her in.

"No," she said, pulling back. "You did stand me up. In the laundry room today I told you we were going to have a special night, and then I winked and…" she whispered "grabbed my boob" then continued at a normal volume "all sexy? And you were like 'Uh okay!' You remember none of that?"

"…I thought we did have a special night! We both…" now it was his turn to whisper "did things" then back to his normal volume "In the laundry room."

"Yes, but I meant LATER that night! That's why I told you Monica's schedule? And to wear some sexy underwear? And those handcuff jokes?"

Understanding dawned on his face and Chandler looked mortified.

"Rachel I- I am so, so sorry! God I am such an idiot that went straight over my head…"

"Well…" Rachel mused, tilting her head and letting her hair fall to the side, "You'll have to make it up to me."

Chandler sat back, blue eyes sparkling prettily. "How?"

"Why don't we talk about it…later?" Rachel suggested, fiddling with the bottom seam of Chandler's t-shirt. He was too damn distracting and she'd waited too long.

"I've got an Idea for how you can start though..."

Rachel slowly trailed her fingers up to his neck, into his hair, griping the side of his face as she straddled his lap, pulling him up to meet her mouth. His lips seared hers and it was like rain to a dry, cracked riverbed. This was how they should be. Why were they ever not kissing?

His mouth slowly opened beneath her and she deepened their kiss, tongues tangling together, teeth grazing lips.

She tugged on the hem of his shirt and they parted while she pulled it up over them, tossing it to the side. They reconnected like a crack of lightening.

He hungrily dominated her mouth now, and the stress melted away as she lost herself in him, angling herself for better access. His hands traced up her thighs and hips, to the globes of her ass, causing her to shudder.

One hand continued lightly up her back, spreading goosebumps in its wake. Her own fingers bit into his shoulders, in the way she'd discovered he liked. Then her hands began to memorize the body beneath her, mapping lean muscle of his chest and stomach.

His hand was traveling south down her back again. It continued down, over her ass, to the apex between her thighs and she sighed, shuddering and breaking their kiss. She was wound so tightly tonight. Chandler moved to her neck and began to work while she rolled her head back, enjoying the treatment. His fingers were relentless, pushing and swirling in the right places. Soon black was at the edges of her vision and she could feel the build to release.

Chandler's free hand rolled one of her nipples while he moved his mouth back to hers, swallowing her moans as she held onto him for dear life. He increased his pressure and began to circle her clit mercilessly. Rachel's eyes rolled back and she could no longer move her lips to kiss her lover back as the black in her eyes was replaced by blazing white, and shudders racked her body, arching her back clenching her opening.

She sat, catching her breath while Chandler's hand caught the edge of her nighty. He pulled the flimsy fabric over her head.

"Much better," he whispered.

Rachel nodded emphatically and Chandler laughed.

"Feeling better are we?" he asked. And Rachel began to snicker.

"I'll say. I blacked out," she replied.

Chandler arched his eyebrows. "Seriously?" She nodded happily. Chandler lifted his arms and began to swivel his hips. "Not bad, for the Chan-Chan man!" Rachel widened her eyes in horror, and Chandler quickly dropped his arms. "No you're right, let's forget I ever said that."

Rachel began laughing, "I don't think I'll ever forget that."

"No, shut up. I don't want the last thing in your mind before we finally make love to be that stupid dance," Chandler said, rolling them both over.

"Ooh, you're going to make love to me are you?" Rachel asked teasingly, her breath growing heavy again. Nearly invisible freckles dusted Chandler's nose and cheeks, thick lashes framed his eyes, and his body was hard and warm against her, a heavy hand on her waist. She ran her fingertips over his jaw and smiled. "Well hello, Mr. Bing," Rachel said cheekily, pushing against his erection as she said his name for emphasis.

Her eyes grew hooded, and she quickly wiggled her panties off. She wrapped her bare legs around him and dipped her hand into the waistband of Chandler's boxers.

Chandler tensed above her as her fingertips brushed near and around the apex of his thighs. She reached low and Chandler moaned.

"Why don't we lose these?" she whispered, tugging at his waistband. Chandler nodded quickly kicking them off.

At the weight of something heavy against her thigh, Rachel shuddered. This was really happening. She met his heated eyes and knew she had to have him inside her right then.

"Condom?" she asked breathlessly.

Chandler reached over to the nightstand, tearing open the foil packet and rolling the condom on.

Rachel's heart was pounding in her ears. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him and pushing her forehead into his shoulder.

Chandler angled his head down and kissed her neck.

"Ready?" he whispered.

Anticipation and a million emotions crashed down on her, so rather than speak, she nodded.

Chandler positioned himself over her and began to push forward. Oh that sweet, sweet pressure.

Rachel groaned, sinking her teeth into Chandler's shoulder as he buried himself completely in her. He let out a shaky sigh. She was sure he was going to tear her apart. God he was bigger she expected. He was bigger than Ross.

After a moment of adjustment for both of them, their hips began to move.

Chandler groaned again. God she didn't realize how much a man groaning could turn her on. He increased the pace of his hips, and Rachel arched beneath him, raking her nails down his back, her hips bucking to meet him.

Miles of warm, gold skin spread beneath her fingers and mouth, and she was drowning. His smell was all around her, mingled with the smell of sex and sweat. She licked up his neck, nibbling as she went, drawing different noises from him.

Goosebumps and shivers spread over her as Chandler's hand traveled up her leg, across her belly, to her breast. She arched, pressing her breast eagerly into his hand. Chandler skillfully ran the pad of his thumb over and around her nipple, the pace driving her crazy.

Rachel ducked down, licking over his nipple and causing him to shudder. Two could play at this game. Her hands wandered to his ass, kneading the firm muscle, then raking back up.

His thrusts grew rougher in response, building a white fire in her belly. Why had she ever tried to stay vanilla when she was enjoying this rougher side so much. His cock was hard and hot as fire, tearing into her while one of his hands went down to start pushing into the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. She gasped and bit him again, drawing another moan that melted with hers.

He surprised her by taking her hands in his, and pinning them above her so she lay vulnerable beneath him. It turned her on. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as he sucked on her neck. He switched his angle ever so slightly and her eyes flew open, body thrashing backward as he slammed into her g-spot.

"FUCK!" she gasped. Her eyes couldn't fix on anything. She wanted to pull him closer and push him away at the same time. He seemed to notice her reaction and increased his pace. Rachel squirmed, helpless beneath him, arching and wiggling as if she could hold off what was coming, the tidal wave building inside her.

"Look at me," came a low rasp. The growl at her ear barely registered, but she managed to force her eyes to meet his beautiful blue gaze as he pulled his head back from her shoulder.

His gaze was intense, drinking her in, eyes darting as if he was memorizing every inch of her face. His plush lips were slightly swollen and parted, face flushed red, eyes lusty and powerful. She'd never thought of Chandler as someone who could completely command her, but in that moment, he owned her: heart, body and soul.

A scream, a loud ringing, and a black covering her vision were the only warnings before an blackout orgasm, long and powerful, shattered her to a million little pieces of herself. Tiny Rachel shards that held her together were scattered on the floor, and she was a melted puddle on the bed. Her orgasm still went on, her pussy clenching around Chandler as he continued, to pound her through her bliss.

Rachel came back down to Earth gradually, while Chandler continued to pound the living hell out of her, working her up into a second, weaker orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck me!" she called out, trying her hand at dirty talk. He growled a little in response.

This time, when Rachel moved her arms, he let her. She touched his face and directed his gaze back to her, leaning up to meet his mouth in a kiss. She swallowed his moans as he pounded harder, faster. Just as she thought she might literally break, he found his own release, his member twitching and pulsing inside her.

They lay there for a while. She was unwilling to let their lips part. She wished this moment would stretch on and on and on. She felt Chandler soften inside her and reluctantly broke their kiss so he could toss the condom.

Chandler rolled back into bed beside her, and Rachel teased him and nudged his leg until their legs were tangled together.

The pair bickered back and forth, and Rachel couldn't help the happy bubble in her chest. This was where she was meant to be. She'd never felt so at ease after sex. Any self-consciousness was gone for now, and she thanked God she had stormed across their hall rather than waiting to give Chandler the cold shoulder the next day.

She mimicked his dance from earlier and Chandler hit her with his pillow.

Chandler's familiar scent surrounded her. He crowded up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and lacing their fingers together. Rachel smiled and feeling her body calling her to sleep.

"You know…I should probably head back to my room I guess…" Rachel said glumly, the outside world coming in to burst her happy bubble.

"Oh…right," Chandler agreed, deflating.

"Or… we could… tell?" Rachel said questioningly. Chandler looked at her exasperated.

"Are you kidding? Have you seen The Godfather? Ross would turn me into the horse!" Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Come on, are you really that scared of Ross?" she asked snidely.

"Okay," Chandler said reasonably. "Then you tell him."

Rachel opened and closed her mouth a few times, running different responses through her head.

"You're right. So… I guess we keep it secret then," she said in agreement, before quickly adding, "If that's okay with you?"

"Yeah that's fine. I like my life, and you. If I could keep both of those, that'd be great," he said, giving her a peck on the lips.

She arched an eyebrow at him, "Who says you have me?" she teased. And with that, she stood from his bed, wiggling her ass as she left and he pretended to be shot in the heart. She went quickly and quietly out of the apartment.

She opened the door to her and Monica's place gently, tiptoeing as she shut the door.

"Rachel?" Rachel spun, a deer in the headlights. "What the hell were you doing out at 3:30 in the morning?" Monica asked, and Rachel's mind went blank.