May 7th, 1998 - Early Morning
Monica spread her legs wider and moved her hands down to squeeze the tight globes of Chandler's ass as he thrusted into her, and she met his movements, both desperate for further connection and the inevitable sweet release of climax.
It was their seventh round after making love all night, and they were both spent but still desperate for more, unable to get enough of the other and unable to stop. They deeply kissed as they thrust against each other hastily, and Monica arched her back and shuddered intensely, screaming into the kiss as she came around him, and he stiffened and let out a low guttural moan as he came hard.
"Incredible," Monica smiled as they both caught their breaths, and he rolled off her.
"Seven times. Can you believe we did it seven times?" Chandler asked as he sat up in the bed and looked at her.
"That's a new record for us. We only did it five times the night we conceived Hannah," Monica gleamed.
"Only five times?" Chandler scoffed.
"You act like that was nothing." Chandler quipped as Monica gently smacked his chest, and suddenly hearing the handle of the hotel door turn, Monica and Chandler panicked.
"It's Joey…J…Joey," Chandler panicked as Monica dove under the covers, and Chandler scrambled to puff out the bedding to hide her form.
Of course, the entire room smelled of her perfume mixed with his cologne and the smell of their sex, so there was no hiding it if Joey were to stick around long enough. So, he decided to ask Joey to get some ice to give Monica time to dress and leave.
Alas, it wasn't Joey; It was a very excited Ross who popped into the room like a terrible nightmare.
"I'm getting married today! woo hoo!" Ross exclaimed.
"Good morning, Ross!" Chandler replied as he attempted to conceal Monica with the comforter.
"I'm getting married t-o-d-a-y!" Ross excitedly chanted again.
"Yeah, you are!" Chandler replied.
"Uh, woo hoo!" Ross exclaimed again before popping out of the room.
"Do you think he knew I was here?" Monica asked, and the bedside phone rang before he could retort.
"Maybe, and maybe he is calling to tell me off," Chandler quipped before answering the phone.
"Hello?" Chandler less than cordially greeted whoever was on the other side of the phone.
"Oh, good morning to you too, Maggie," Chandler said to their middle-aged nanny, and Monica rolled her eyes and fell back on the bed, smacking her head, remembering that they had a daughter who was being looked after by her nanny while they fucked all night in his hotel room.
"Yes, Monica's still here," Chandler nodded, clearly repeating Maggie's question.
"Sorry, yeah, we fell asleep watching the movie," Chandler replied, glancing over at Monica, who was already out of bed and rummaging around for her clothes.
"Yes, we remember that you have plans to meet your sister for breakfast, "Chandler said, looking over at a half-dressed Monica, pointing towards the door.
"Monica's on her way. Thank you so much, Maggie," Chandler said with as much gratitude as he could manage.
"Oh, and Maggie," Chandler said before hanging up. "If you could not call British CPS, Monica and I would be eternally grateful and happy to give you a ten-dollar-an-hour raise and overtime for your staying with Hannah all night."
Maggie simply huffed and then abruptly hung up the phone.
"It's official. Our nanny has gone from hating my guts to despising me," Chandler said, putting his fingers to his temples and banging his head against the headboard.
"I can't believe we did that," Monica groaned.
"We are horrible parents," Monica shook her head as she sat on the bed to slide on her high heel.
"Hey, hey," Chandler said, crawling towards her.
"I may be a terrible father, but you will always be a fantastic mother," Chandler said before kissing her lips sweetly, which she leaned into, and soon they were kissing deeply.
"I better go," Monica whispered as she reluctantly pulled away.
"Yeah," Chandler sadly smiled as she touched his cheek.
"I'll see you at the church," Monica smiled.
"I'll be the one in the tux," Chandler retorted, causing Monica to chuckle lightly.
"I'll be the one in the red dress with the cute little flower girl," Monica said as she stood up from the bed.
"Hey," Chandler said, gently pulling her arm.
"Tell our little flower girl that I love her so very much," Chandler looked up with desperate eyes.
"Always," Monica smiled and gently squeezed his hand before exiting the room.
May 7th, 1998 - Mid Afternoon
"Daddy!" Hannah squealed as she skipped ahead of her mother into the church towards her father.
"Hannah Banana!" Chandler smiled, scooping her into his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a big hug. He smiled and kissed the side of her head.
"You are the prettiest flower girl I have ever seen," Chandler said before setting his daughter on the ground and twirling her around, making her giggle.
"Thank you!" Hannah laughed as she continued twirling in her white satin knee-length flowing dress.
"You look beautiful, Mon," Chandler said, smiling at an approaching stunning Monica dressed in a floor-length rose red spaghetti strap dress.
"Thank you," Monica blushed as she pictured him slowly unzipping her dress between hot, needy kisses.
These thoughts invaded her brain after every love-making session. It was always hard to get the memory of them together out of her head, and a night like last night would be hard to forget.
"What did I say about running in the church, ma'am?" Monica said, looking sternly down at their daughter.
"Don't do it," Hannah replied, looking down guilty.
"And you went ahead and did it because?" Monica asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Because I wanted to see daddy," Hannah said, wrapping one arm around her father's leg and looking up at him with sad puppy dog eyes…her mother's sapphire eyes.
"Don't look at me, little missy. You know you are supposed to listen to Mommy," Chandler said, looking down at her.
"Sorry, Mommy," Hannah said, clasping her hands together and looking down.
"What should you do now?" Monica asked.
"Walk outside and walk back in…without running," Hannah looked up at her mother.
"Don't go outside this building, little lady; walk to the front hall and back here, please," Monica instructed.
"Yes, Mommy," Hannah nodded before walking back towards the hall as Monica and Chandler stared at their retreating daughter with amusement.
"Nicely done, Geller!" Chandler said, giving her high a high five.
"Not too shabby yourself, Bing," Monica returned as she caught his gaze, and they both leaned in hungrily about to kiss.
"Hey, guys, bad news," Joey said, approaching the pair, interrupting them, and snapping them out of their love trance.
"You took the Chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry," Chandler quipped, laughing at his joke, and Monica chuckled and smacked his chest playfully. Chandler raised his eyebrows and smirked boyishly.
"Ha, ha, funny, but no," Joey quipped with a deadpan expression.
"Phoebe said that Rachel is on her way here to tell Ross she still loves him," Joey added with exasperation.
"She can't do that!" Monica exclaimed.
"Well, she can because she is," Joey said as Monica and Chandler rolled their eyes.
"Well, this is just great," Chandler sarcastically quipped as Monica rolled her eyes in annoyance and frustration.
"I think one of us should watch the door and stop her before she comes in," Joey suggested as they heard Hannah squeal Auntie Rachel.
All three adults snapped their heads toward the direction of the front hall in horror.
"Too late," Chandler quipped before the three shared concerned glances.
May 7th, 1998 - Late Evening
"Why did Uncle Ross say Auntie Rachel's name? I thought he was marrying Emily," Hannah asked her father as he held her as they stood in the reception hall.
"I don't know, sweetheart," Chandler said at a loss for words.
"Are Auntie Rachel and Uncle Ross are married now?" Hannah asked, wrapping her little arms tighter around her father's neck.
"No…. I don't think so. Look, here comes Mommy," Chandler said as Monica approached them.
Despite everything that was going on, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself between her soft, smooth thighs and make senseless love to her again. There was no resisting, Monica Geller. She was divine and delicious.
He knew one thing for sure: if he were to marry Monica, he would say no other woman's name but her own at the altar.
"Mommy, are Auntie Rachel and Uncle Ross married because he said her name instead of Emily's?" Hannah asked.
"No, honey," Monica said as she smoothed her daughter's golden curls.
"Then why did he say it?" Hannah asked on a mission for answers. Adults could be confusing sometimes, and she hardly understood why they did what they did.
"My poor baby. This whole thing must be confusing for you, but Uncle Ross wasn't thinking, and he said the wrong name on accident," Monica explained.
"But why?" Hannah asked.
"Because he's a moron," Chandler blurted out, which earned a giggle from Hannah and a slap in the gut by Monica.
"Well, I knew it! I just knew something like this would happen. That's what happens when you marry someone when you are still in love with another," Maggie said as she approached the little family.
"I'm sure that's not why. I think Ross was just surprised to see Rachel is all," Monica said.
"Right, and you two just fell asleep watching a movie," Maggie said, looking pointedly between Monica and Chandler, who blanched and feebly opened their mouths to respond, but no words came.
"Come now, sweet pea. Let's get you upstairs," Maggie said, taking the young girl from her father's arms.
"You have a long trip ahead of you tomorrow," Maggie added, referring to their return to New York.
"But I'm not sleepy," Hannah pouted.
"Yes, but how about we go watch Mary Poppins?" Maggie said, gently persuading the young girl.
"That sounds supercalifragilistic!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Expialidocious," Maggie added.
"Good night, baby," Monica said, sweetly kissing her daughter.
"Good night, Mommy," Hannah said, reaching out from Maggie's arms to wrap her tiny arms around her mother's neck, who closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
"Good night, little princess," Chandler added as he kissed her daughter's hair.
"Good night, Daddy," Hannah yawned into her father's neck.
"Not sleepy, huh?" Chandler chided quietly so only she could hear, which made Hannah giggle.
Her laughter made Chandler smile proudly. Making his daughter laugh and smile brought him joy he could not fathom until he had a child.
"I love you, sleepy beauty," Chandler whispered before giving her a tighter squeeze.
"I love you too, Daddy," Hannah yawned again, which made Chandler chuckle.
"I love you, baby girl," Monica said as she smoothed her daughter's hair.
"Love you, Mommy," Hannah said, smacking her tiny lips before wrapping her arms around Maggie's neck and burying her head in the crock of her neck.
"Not sleepy at all," Maggie winked at the pair.
"By the way, if you want to watch another MOVIE in Chandler's room, just know that I plan to leave for the country to visit with my sister by seven in the morning, so if you are back by then. I think I heard something about Joey spending the night with Felicity again," Maggie winked.
"Ok, thanks, Maggs," Chandler laughed awkwardly as she just nodded, carrying a dozing, Hannah.
"So, do you want to? Go back to your room to watch a movie?" Monica asked.
"Hell, yeah!" Chandler said excitedly, and they both turned to leave, but a very antsy Rachel approached them.
"Monica, I need to talk to you. Can we go back to your room?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know…. right now?" Monica asked as Chandler stood behind her with his hand resting on her lower back, and images of them humping against each other as they kissed deeply flooded her brain and made her so hot, and it did not help that his thumb was caressing the small of her back.
"Yes, I can't stand to be here one more second. I feel like this is all my fault," Rachel said.
"Well, it sort of is," Chandler quipped, and Monica turned to glare at him even though he had a point.
"Chandler!" Monica chided, and Chandler just shrugged as if puzzled by his admission.
"See, this IS all my fault!" Rachel whined.
"No, no. Let's go talk," Monica said, glaring at Chandler.
"Thanks, Mon," Rachel said as she turned, and Monica followed her out of the room and turned back to Chandler to mouth, "I'm sorry."
Chandler gave a small, understanding smile and mouthed, "It's ok."
Once Monica and Rachel were out of the room, Chandler felt around his coat jacket and sighed in relief when he felt his cigarette box. A cigarette or two was what he needed with how the day was going.
Just when he was about to pivot to leave and find the terrace, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Ross staring pitifully at him.
"Hey, man, I was wondering if you could come with me to the honeymoon suite?" Ross asked.
"Look, man, I love you like a brother, but not like that," Chandler quipped.
"No," Ross's shoulders slumped.
"I am going to wait for Emily, and I was hoping you could wait with me," Ross explained.
"You think she is going to go there?" Chandler asked.
"Well, I don't know what else to do?" Ross whined, threw up his hands in defeat, and lowered his head.
"No, yeah, we should go wait there," Chandler said, patting his friend's back.
"Thanks, man," Ross smiled sadly.
"I don't know what I would do without you." Rossa gratefully added.
"Of course, that's what friends are for," Chandler encouragingly smiled as he patted his friend's back, and they walked out of the reception hall together.
On the outside, Chandler tried to smile reassuringly, but on the inside, he was feeling total disappointment yet again.
Ross and Rachel's drama always found some way to come between Monica and him. He wondered if this rate if they would ever be together again. He could not blame Ross for every stupid thing he did to push Monica away, but the Ross and Rachel saga always found some way to rear its ugly head at the worst possible time for them.
May 10th, 1998
"Yes, yes, yes," Monica cried as she dug her French tip manicured nails into Chandler's taut back as she lay beneath him with her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist.
"You feel so good, baby," Chandler whispered into her ear before dipping his head to kiss her neck again.
"So do you," Monica moaned as she slid her hands down to cup his tight butt. He had the body of a tennis player and a penis that filled her perfectly.
His kisses were like heaven, and his moans were honey to her ears, and the way he gazed at her as they made love turned her insides to butter. She craved him, and she needed him. No other man had been quite enough for her, but Chandler had been more than enough for her.
He was her dream come true. She felt like she was Snow White and he was Prince Charming, and the little princess they made slept soundly in her bed while they made love. It was like a beautiful dream or a fairytale. They were both beyond exhausted from the trip and the time change, but they were too horny and desperate for each other to care. They couldn't stop making love to each other.
"You feel so good inside me, baby," Monica whimpered between kisses. His thrusts were too delicious for words. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine.
"I love being inside of you. No, I crave it," Chandler whispered as he gazed into her eyes.
"I love you," Monica desperately whispered.
"I love you too," Chandler smiled affectionately down at her.
"No," Monica said, stilling her movements, prompting him to do the same.
"I love you, and I can't let you go or loose you again. It kills me every time. I need you, Chandler, and I want to be with you," Monica said, staring intently into his eyes.
"God, so do I, baby. You have no idea how much I want to be with you," Chandler whispered as he placed his hands on either side of her head to caress her flushed, freckled cheeks.
"I know you're scared, and I am scared too, but maybe we could try to be scared together this time," Monica offered.
"Well, I can't promise that I won't say or do anything stupid or go all Chandler on you," Chandler replied.
"I know," Monica nodded.
"And I can't promise I won't overreact to you freaking out or skip ten steps ahead," Monica smiled.
"You wouldn't be the Monica I know and love if you didn't," Chandler said before dipping his head to kiss her shoulder.
"I'm going to try this time, Mon. I am," Chandler said as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers.
"Me too," Monica smiled through tears as she gazed up at him and caressed his neck.
She was so floored sometimes by his genuine vulnerability and sincerity. When he allowed himself to open his heart to her, even just a little, it amazed her how vulnerable, loving, and tender he was.
She saw it when he interacted with her child, but he would pull back from her at times as if he were afraid to lose or break her, and he did stupid things to push himself away, fearful of allowing himself to get so close to her that they would become too close.
"Will you try to trust me this time not to hurt you or for you to hurt me?" Monica asked, intertwining her fingers with his own, and he looked up and met her gaze.
"To let me love you wholeheartedly without you getting scared and running away," Monica whispered wistfully.
"I will," Chandler gulped as he fought back his tears.
"I don't want to be Ross one day standing at the altar marrying the wrong woman. I want only you forever and always," Chandler whispered.
"I want only you too, baby. God, I am so in love with you that it hurts," Monica said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and the back of his neck a feather-light caress.
"Hey," Chandler whispered before leaning into her. "My heart, soul, mind, and body ache for you. Not being with you is torture. All I have ever wanted since the first time we made love and conceived Hannah is to be with you. I know have done a lot of stupid things since then out of fear and insecurity, but I have never stopped wanting you...loving you," Chandler whispered.
"Oh, Chandler," Monica cried as he brushed her tears away before leaning in to kiss her deeply.
They both started to whimper as they moved in sync yet again. Their tears mixed as they kissed, and their hearts beat as if one.
To Be Continued