It was 2:00am and Chandler and Monica were fooling around in Monica's bed. Things were just starting to get hotter and heavier. Chandler bit Monica's shoulder and she groaned, arching her head back. He planted open mouthed kisses on her shoulder and after a while she grabbed his head and slammed their lips together. They broke apart, breathless, and Chandler started stroking her ass, pushing her closer to him. She moved as close to him as she could and closed her eyes as she felt him against her. He left little kisses on her neck, and she hummed in content.
She opened her eyes languidly and then she saw it. A small pair of black eyes looking at her in the darkness. She screamed into Chandler's ear and jumped up on the bed naked.
"What the hell, Monica? You almost made me deaf," he looked up at her, holding his ear in pain. "Was I that good?" He smiled, and then he grimaced, "or that bad?"
Monica stared at him. "There's a mouse! A mouse!" She shouted, pointing towards the wall.
"What? Where?" Chandler turned his head but didn't see anything.
"He was right there by the wall, but I guess he ran away. Ugh. Chandler, catch him! Catch him!"
Chandler looked for his boxers and put them on quickly, getting up. "How are you so sure it's a he?" He joked.
"Chandler, I'm going to kill you."
He turned on the light and leaned under the bed to look for the mouse. Monica quickly put on her boxers and tank top. She did not want to be naked in a room with a mouse in it.
Suddenly, Rachel opened the door, looking worried. "Monica, what happened?" She saw Monica standing on the bed, looking terrified. Then she looked down and saw a man, wearing only boxers, under Monica's bed.
She screamed and Chandler hit his head on the bottom of the bed. "Oh, come on," he grumbled, thinking that he got assaulted twice in less than two minutes.
"Chandler?" Rachel asked, shocked. "What are you doing here?"
"There he is," Chandler said and tried to catch the mouse, but it ran away from him. "Damn it."
He heard both of the girls' shriek and he moved his head from under the bed, seeing the mouse running out of the room and into the kitchen.
It seemed that Rachel momentarily forgot about the fact that Chandler and Monica were hardly wearing anything in Monica's room, as the three of them tried to find the mouse.
"Ah-ha!" Chandler let out a triumphant shout after a while when he caught the mouse, pleased with himself.
"Did you catch him?" Monica asked, hiding behind Rachel.
"Yes," he smiled and turned to them. "Here's your mouse. Wanna check if it's really a boy?" Chandler said and moved his closed hands towards her face.
"No! Get him out, Chandler!"
He laughed and moved to the door, opening it with his elbow. He went outside to release the mouse.
"What is going on?" Rachel turned towards Monica, now that Chandler and the mouse were out.
Monica looked down, trying to cover herself.
"Are you and Chandler…?" Monica raised her head and nodded, embarrassed. At that moment, Chandler came back.
Rachel turned around and looked at him. "You… and her?"
Chandler looked down.
"I've got so many questions," Rachel said.
"Rach, can you keep them for tomorrow morning? I have to clean the apartment."
"What? Now? It's the middle of the night."
"Yeah, I know, but I have to clean it."
Rachel shrugged her shoulders and Monica walked into her bedroom. Chandler followed her.
Monica clenched her fists. "Listen, I know we're in the middle of sex, but I have to clean the apartment right now. There was a mouse in my apartment. Who knows if there are more? And other things? I…"
"Hey, hey," Chandler said, as he walked over to her and took her hands in his. "It's okay. I'll help you clean it."
"What? No, you don't need to do that. Just because I'm insane doesn't mean you have to help me…"
Chandler kissed her and cut her. "I know, but I want to," he said and he stroked her cheek, smiling at her.
"Thank you," she smiled back and hugged him.
When they came out of the room, dressed, Rachel was waiting at the kitchen table with a wine glass in her hand.
"So, tell me."