Author's Note: So...this initially was going to be a quick flashback scene...and then I wrote 4000 words. So now it's two chapters. Also this chapter is mostly smut so if you're not into that then feel free to skip.

May 1998

"I'm still on London time does that count?"

"Oh, that counts."

"Oh, good."

Chandler walked over to her and she threw her arms around him and kissed him as hard as she could. He placed his hand on her cheek and sucked on her lower lip.

"I kept thinking about that night," she gasped. "All throughout the entire trip." It felt like everything that she had been holding in for the past few days was finally pouring out. The dam was broken. She couldn't stop it even if she tried.

"Oh god," Chandler moaned into her mouth. "I haven't stopped thinking about that night."

London had been a mess. The chapel had been destroyed, Rachel tried to ruin the wedding, Ross said the wrong name and actually ruined the wedding. The one thing from that entire trip that actually made sense was her night with Chandler. Even if it was a somewhat slow start.

After Joey left, Monica pulled Chandler against her and kissed him again. He slipped his hand in between her thighs, but his touch was far too gentle, almost like he was hesitating. And Monica knew Chandler. She knew that once the self-doubt started to creep in, he would start to panic. And Monica couldn't have that. Not now.

"Chandler, I can hear you thinking," she said as she grabbed his hand and placed it exactly where she wanted and groaned as his fingers brushed her clit.

"Oh," he seemed to have gotten the message and continued moving his fingers back and forth against her, more confident in his movements.

"You're not gonna break me," Monica said as she took his other hand and placed it on her breast.

His mouth travelled down her neck to her breast as he wrapped his lips around the stiff peak. Monica didn't know if it was the alcohol or the fact it had been so long since she had been with anyone but she found herself arching into his mouth as his hand drew tight circles on the small bundle of nerves.

"Yes," she sighed as he slid one of his fingers inside of her and curled it against her. "J-just like that…" He continued moving his hand back and forth between her opening and her clit until she was right on the edge. She would probably be embarrassed at the noises that were coming out of her mouth on any other day. But right now she did not care. She just wanted to feel good. And god, this felt good. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a heated kiss as she spilled all over his fingers. He stared at her with a look she could only describe as awe and then brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

"You taste incredible," he said quietly and Monica placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him into the bed, climbing on top of him.

Now they were alone in her apartment. No one could stop them this time. And after 48 hours of getting interrupted by drunk in-laws or friends or siblings, Monica felt like her skin was going to catch on fire. They barely made it into the bedroom and he nearly tore her dress off out of desperation. She pushed him onto her bed as she climbed on top of him and pulled off his jacket.

"Off," she mumbled against his mouth as her hands gripped his blue shirt. "Take it all off."

He just nodded as he started removing the rest of his clothes. Monica reached over to the bedside drawer and grabbed a condom, her hands shaking as she ripped the foil. He took the condom from her and slowly rolled onto his length. With their clothes removed she finally, finally sank down onto him and everything else fell away.

Monica rolled off of him and lay down next to him, trying to catch her breath. There was a small part of her that was worried things would be different now that they were back in New York. There was no excuse this time. No one was drunk, no one was in a romantic country. But no, it was just as good if not better than London. She looked over at Chandler who simply grinned at her.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she responded. She moved closer and threw her arm over his chest.

"Oh wait, sorry," she said and pulled her arm away.

"What, why are you saying sorry?" he asked.

"You don't like cuddling," Monica said. She remembered Rachel telling her that he was asking for ways to get out of cuddling when he was still dating Janice.

"Oh." Chandler started and Monica could see that his cheeks were slightly pink. "Turns out that's not really true."

"It's not?"

"No I realized that I just don't like cuddling with Janice. With you…with you it's…"

"It's what?" Monica asked, staring at him. Were his eyes always this blue?

Instead of answering, he leaned in and kissed her, pulling her closer to him. And Monica completely forgot what they were talking about.

Unfortunately the phone began ringing at that same moment.

"Whoever it is I'm going to kill him," Chandler groaned as Monica pulled away from him. She grabbed the first piece of clothing she could find, which ended up being Chandler's blue shirt and quickly threw it on so she could run into the living room and grab the phone.

"Hello?" she said.

"I found Emily!" Ross screamed into the phone.

"You did?" Monica gasped. "Where is she?"

"Well, I don't know, she ran off."

"Again?" Monica asked.

"Well…she might have seen me and Rachel getting on the plane to Greece," Ross muttered under his breath.

"SHE SAW YOU DO WHAT!" Monica shouted into the phone and Chandler peeked his head out of her bedroom, hearing the commotion.

"Look," Ross began. "I didn't think Emily was going to show up and so I asked Rachel to go with me instead…and then…and then Emily showed up right before I boarded. When she saw Rachel, she took off and I had to follow her, I mean what else was I supposed to do?"

"So…where's Rachel?" Monica asked. There was a long pause. "OH MY GOD YOU LEFT RACHEL ON THE PLANE!"

Chandler had put on his undershirt and his boxers and sat down on the chair in the living room, clearly invested in the drama unfolding.

"Look," Ross said again. "I'll…I'll find a way to fix this I promise. Just Rachel will probably be in Greece for a bit so you'll have the apartment to yourself.

"H-how long is a bit?" Monica asked, staring right at Chandler.

"I don't know, maybe a week."

"A week," Monica said. "Rachel will be gone for a week?" Chandler suddenly shot up from his spot on the chair.

"Yeah," Ross said. "Look I have to go I have to keep searching for Emily. I'll call you soon."

"Okay," Monica said, not paying attention to a single thing Ross was saying as Chandler walked over to her. She placed the phone back onto the receiver.

"Rachel's in Greece for a week?" Chandler asked.

"Yeah."

"So you have this entire apartment to yourself for the next seven days?"

"Yeah."

"No interruptions for an entire week?"

Monica could barely respond before Chandler grabbed her and pulled her into a bruising kiss and they both tumbled onto the couch. Monica moved her hands so she could pull off the shirt she was wearing, his shirt that she was wearing, but then Chandler stopped her.

"W-wait," his voice was thick with desire. "Leave it on."

Monica just nodded as he slowly moved from the couch onto the floor, kneeling in between her legs.

"Oh," was the only word that could come out of Monica's mouth. Most of the men she had dated in the past weren't very interested in giving oral. And there was always a small part of her that would always hesitate as well. Everything about it made it feel like she wasn't in control. To be so open and so vulnerable in front of another person. Before, she was always setting the pace. Now, it felt like she was handing the reigns to someone else. She wouldn't be in control anymore. And Monica always needed to be in control.

"Monica, I hear you thinking," Chandler looked up at her, mirroring the words that she had said to him a few nights ago. He placed a soft kiss on her knee before looking up at her. Monica slowly nodded, realizing that maybe, just maybe she can give up control just this once. She sank back into the couch as Chandler kissed the inside of her thigh. His mouth continued to travel up her leg until he was at the junction of her thigh. He then nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth, causing Monica to gasp loudly and tense up. Chandler ran his hands up and down her legs until she relaxed again and then repeated the same movements on her other leg. Teasing her with his lips and his tongue, until she was a trembling mess. He eventually placed his mouth at her center and Monica threw her head back onto the couch. For a brief moment, she wondered what would happen if Joey or Phoebe walked back into the apartment. But then, Chandler wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and she suddenly didn't care who walked through the door. Monica lifted her hips up as she pulled tightly on his hair.

"Ch-Chandler," she whimpered as she sank further into the couch. Chandler then moved her legs so they were resting on top of his shoulders, exposing her even more. "Oh god, don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

He swirled his tongue around her clit again and again until she was coming against his mouth. He continued kissing the sensitive skin until she nearly went limp against him. She barely had enough energy to push him away with her leg as he showed no signs of stopping.

"T-too m-much," were the only words she could say. She could barely move, barely think. She must look like a mess right now. Half of her body was hanging off the couch, her hair was all tangled, and the blue shirt was barely covering anything anymore. But she realized that she didn't care about any of it.

"So," Chandler said, still kneeling in front of her, looking at her with an intensity that she had never seen from him before. "I think that I'm gonna be on London time for a while."

"Yeah," Monica breathed. "Me too."

June 1998

The next week passed by in a blur. It was exciting and exhausting, trying to sneak around their friends.

"Are you not going to eat anything, Chandler?" Phoebe asked one morning.

"Oh, actually I already ate a little earlier today," Chandler smirked and Monica nearly choked on her coffee.

"You okay, Mon?" Joey asked.

"Fine," Monica coughed as memories of the previous night flooded her mind and the room suddenly felt too warm. She got him back that evening by wearing a dress that was a little too short and a little too tight, climbing into his lap and kissing him until he was practically putty in her hands.

Later that night, Monica felt the bed shift. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up and saw Chandler putting his clothes back on.

"Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"What are you doing?" Monica asked.

"Heading back to my room before Joey wakes up," he said as he grabbed his shirt.

"It's not that late," Monica said before she looked at the clock and realized that it was actually quite late."

"We have to be up in like an hour, Mon." Chandler said.

Chandler had been sneaking over to her apartment for the past week in the middle of the night. And then sneaking back to his own apartment before Joey would wake up. It was thrilling, having this little secret. Having something that was just…hers.

It was fairly easy to come up with excuses at this point. But Rachel was coming back soon and sneaking around was going to get much harder. But she didn't want to think about that right now.

"Stay," Monica said softly. "Just a little bit longer. It's not like Joey ever wakes up before you."

"Mon…"

"Please," Monica said. She didn't want to lie there awake for another hour, thinking about what might happen once Rachel came back home. She just wanted to hide in her room with Chandler and forget about the rest of the world.

Chandler sighed. "It's not fair."

"What?"

"You, lying there. Looking like that." He walked back slowly over to the bed. "It's just not fair."

She reached towards him and pulled him into a kiss.

"It's not like I could ever say no to you," he said as he climbed back into bed and she pulled off the clothes he had just put back on.

Everything was so rushed in the beginning. They had to be quick. Before Joey came back from his audition. Before Phoebe asked if they wanted to go get lunch. Before Ross called again and asked her if she heard anything from Emily.

But in the middle of the night or early in the morning when everyone else was asleep. It felt like they had all the time in the world. Monica reached over to the nightstand, fumbling while trying to grab a condom. She finally grabbed one and realized that the box was nearly empty. That's weird, she could have sworn it was nearly full last week.

He rocked into her slowly and she pulled him even closer to her, wrapping her legs around him. He placed his hand on her cheek and looked down at her with such tenderness that it felt like her heart was stuck in her throat.

The pleasure built slowly as he continued to rock into her, she brought her hand down to her clit, rubbing the bundle with her fingers until she was gasping loudly and trembling underneath him. Chandler then grabbed her hand brought it to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pads of her fingers. It didn't take long before he groaned her name and spilled into her.

"What are we going to do?" Monica asked as he lay down next to her.

"I don't know," Chandler said softly. "But I don't want to stop this."

"Neither do I," Monica said. They couldn't go back to what they were before. Everything had changed the second she had knocked on the door to his hotel room.

"Maybe we just keep things quiet for a little while. Wait until everything settles between Ross and Rachel and Emily."

"Do you think they'll ever figure it out?" Monica asked.

"I honestly don't know anymore," Chandler sighed.

"You have to promise me that you will tell me if I ever start turning into Ross." Monica said as she pointed at his chest.

He leaned in like he was about to ask a very serious question. "Does this mean I'm Rachel?"

She smacked his chest.

"Oh wait," he said with a fake British accent. "Or does this mean I'm Emily?"

She started laughing at his terrible accent and he smiled softly at her.

"We'll figure something out," she said as placed her hand on his cheek.

They held each other for a little while longer before Chandler reluctantly climbed out of her bed again and she watched as he put his clothes back on and quietly walked out of her apartment. She sighed and looked out the window, watching as the sun was just beginning to rise.

Author's Note: Is it obvious that Season 5 is my favorite season? Or should I say "could it BE more obvious?"