I don't know why I keep writing about Ross and Rachel, but I can't help myself! Here we go with another R&R story! This one will probably have more chapters, but it won't be too long...
The living room of Monica's apartment buzzed with excitement. It was the evening of Monica and Chandler's engagement celebration, set to take place at the opulent Plaza Hotel.
Friends and family were bustling around, finalizing their outfits and prepping for a night to remember. Rachel, dressed in a stunning black strapless long dress that hugged her curves perfectly, stepped out of Monica's apartment, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor.
As she closed the door behind her, she saw Ross emerging from Joey's, adjusting his bow tie. His dark suit was impeccably tailored. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade.
"Hey, you look...wow," Ross said, his eyes taking in Rachel's elegant appearance.
Rachel smiled, a playful glint in her eyes.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Dr. Geller."
They stood in the hallway, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering glances. It had been a while since they had a moment alone, and the chemistry between them crackled like static electricity.
"So, ready for tonight?" Ross asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
Rachel nodded.
"Yeah, it's going to be amazing. Monica has been dreaming about this moment forever."
Ross chuckled.
"I know. And Chandler...well, he's just relieved she said yes."
They laughed together, the sound echoing softly through the corridor. A comfortable silence settled between them, the kind that only comes from years of shared history.
"You know," Rachel began, her tone shifting to something more serious, "we've never really talked about...us. After we broke up."
Ross raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.
"What do you mean?"
Rachel took a step closer, her perfume, a delicate mix of jasmine and vanilla, wafting through the air.
"I mean, we've never had a 'bonus night'. You know, that one last night where exes get together...for old times' sake,"
Ross's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and intrigue flashing across his face.
"Are you...are you suggesting we have a bonus night?"
Rachel's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"Why not? We're both single, and it's just one night. No strings attached. It'll be a win-win kind of situation…"
The idea hung in the air between them, tantalizing and dangerous. Ross felt his pulse quicken.
"Rachel, I...I don't know if that's a good idea."
Rachel stepped even closer, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.
"Come one, Ross. One night. What do we have to lose?"
Before he could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Meet me at your place after the party," she murmured.
Ross's breath hitched, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. The temptation was too strong to resist.
"Okay," he whispered back.
With that, she leaned in and kissed him softly, a promise of what was to come. Their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as they pressed against each other in the hallway.
Rachel's hands wandered over his chest, while Ross's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.
They were lost in the moment, unaware of anything else, until the sound of a door opening snapped them back to reality. Quickly, they pulled away, trying to look casual. Fortunately, it was just Joey stepping out of his apartment, oblivious to what had just happened.
"Hey, you two," Joey greeted them, adjusting his own suit.
"Ready for the big night?"
"Yeah," Ross and Rachel replied in unison, exchanging a quick glance before following Joey out of the building.
Rachel entered Monica's apartment once more, where she was fussing over her hair.
"How do I look?" Monica asked, twirling in her elegant, off-the-shoulder navy blue dress.
"Like you're about to celebrate your engagement with the love of your life," Rachel replied, hugging her best friend.
"Seriously, Mon, you look stunning."
Monica smiled, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Thanks, Rach. And thank you for being here. It means a lot."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Rachel said, glancing at herself in the mirror to check her makeup one last time. The flicker of excitement she felt from her conversation with Ross lingered in her eyes, giving her an extra sparkle.
Down the hall, Ross was getting ready to leave Joey's apartment. Joey, noticing Ross's slightly dazed expression, couldn't help but comment.
"What's up with you? You look like you just won the lottery or something."
Ross shrugged, trying to play it cool.
"Just...excited for tonight. It's a big deal for Mon and Chan."
Joey raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced but letting it slide.
"Yeah, it's gonna be great. Now come on, let's get outta here before Chandler starts freaking out."
The group gathered in the hallway, exchanging compliments and jokes as they made their way down to the lobby. The anticipation of the evening ahead filled the air, each step bringing them closer to the grand celebration.
.
.
The Plaza Hotel was as spectacular as ever, its lavish décor a perfect backdrop for the evening's celebration. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed guests. Monica and Chandler stood at the center of the room, beaming with happiness as they greeted their friends and family.
Rachel and Ross arrived separately, each making an effort to blend into the festivities. But their eyes constantly sought each other out, exchanging secretive glances and knowing smiles.
Rachel found herself next to Phoebe and Joey at the bar. She sipped her champagne, the bubbles tickling her nose, and tried to keep her excitement in check.
"This place is incredible," she said, looking around.
Phoebe nodded enthusiastically.
"It's like something out of a movie. I'm so happy for Monica and Chandler."
Joey grinned.
"Yeah, they deserve this. And the food here is amazing!"
Rachel laughed, glancing across the room to where Ross was engaged in conversation with a group of relatives. She caught his eye, and he gave her a small, secretive smile that made her heart flutter.
Throughout the evening, Ross and Rachel found subtle ways to connect. A touch of hands as they passed by each other, a shared joke that made their eyes meet and linger. The anticipation built between them, making the celebration feel like a prelude to something much more intimate.
At one point, Rachel excused herself from a conversation with Monica, needing a moment to gather her thoughts. She slipped out onto the balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief from the warmth inside. She leaned against the railing, looking out over the city, lost in her thoughts.
"Hey," a familiar voice said behind her.
She turned to see Ross stepping onto the balcony, his expression soft and tender.
"Hey," she replied, her heart skipping a beat.
They stood together in silence for a moment, the city lights twinkling around them. Ross took a deep breath.
"Are you sure about this, Rach? About tonight?"
She nodded, her gaze unwavering.
"Yes, Ross. I'm sure."
He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek.
"Okay," he said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on her cheek.
They stayed like that for a moment, the world around them fading into the background. When they finally pulled away, Ross took Rachel's hand in his.
"We should get back inside before anyone notices we're missing."
Rachel smiled.
"Yeah, you're right. But later…"
Ross nodded, his eyes filled with promise.
"Later."
As the night wore on, the celebration grew more lively. Drinks flowed freely, and the dance floor was packed with guests enjoying themselves. Ross and Rachel continued to steal moments together, their secret making everything feel more exciting.
When it was finally time to leave, they made their excuses to the group.
"I think I'm going to head home", Ross said, feigning exhaustion.
"Can you give me a ride? I have a meeting first thing in the morning", asked Rachel.
"Sure, Rach. Let's get going then."
Monica and Chandler were too caught up in their own happiness to notice anything unusual.
"Thank you both for being here with us," Monica said, hugging them each in turn.
"Of course. We're so happy for you guys," Ross replied.
"It was a beautiful evening," Rachel added.
They left together and were outside waiting for the valet to bring Ross's car. The anticipation between them was almost unbearable as they drove back to Ross's apartment.
When they arrived, the hallway was quiet and empty. Ross and Rachel stood there for a moment, the reality of what they were about to do settling in. Rachel took a deep breath, her heart pounding. They walked to Ross's door, the silence between them filled with electric tension. Once inside, Rachel turned to face Ross, her eyes dark with desire.
"So, here we are," she said softly.
"Here we are," he echoed.
Ross gently pulled Rachel closer, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. His eyes bore into hers, a mix of longing and intensity. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs softly tracing the contours of her cheeks. Rachel's breath hitched in anticipation, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch. He tilted her head slightly, his fingers threading through her hair as he brought his lips to hers. The kiss started gentle, a soft brushing of lips that sent shivers down Rachel's spine. But the softness didn't last long. Ross's kiss deepened, his lips moving against hers with increasing urgency. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entrance, and Rachel parted them willingly, granting him access.
Their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance, exploring and tasting each other. The kiss was hungry, their pent-up desire spilling over. Ross's hands moved to her waist, pulling her even closer, his grip firm and possessive. Rachel responded eagerly, her hands roaming over his back, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath his white dress shirt.
Ross's kiss became more insistent, more demanding. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss further, his tongue delving into her mouth with a commanding presence. Rachel moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them, fueling their mutual desire. She could feel his need, his dominance, and it ignited something primal within her.
He broke the kiss momentarily, their breaths mingling as they panted for air.
"Rach," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
"I need you."
She looked up at him, her eyes dark with passion.
"I'm yours," she replied, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.
Ross claimed her lips again, the kiss even more urgent and fervent than before. His hands roamed her body, one sliding down to her hip, the other tangling in her hair. They stumbled towards his bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. Rachel's dress slipped to the floor, revealing the lace lingerie she wore underneath. Ross's suit jacket and tie were discarded, his shirt quickly following, as well as his belt, pants, and underwear.
He guided her backward, maneuvering them towards the bed. Rachel followed his lead, her body pressed against his, the kiss never breaking.
When the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, Ross paused, his lips leaving hers to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Rachel's head fell back, giving him better access, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Ross's lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, and he sucked gently, drawing a gasp from her.
He straightened up, looking down at her with a predatory gaze.
"Lie down," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Rachel obeyed, her eyes locked on his as she lowered herself onto his bed, her heart pounding in anticipation. Ross followed her down positioning himself over her, his body a solid, reassuring weight. He captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands exploring her body with a mix of gentleness and urgency.
Ross broke the kiss to whisper against her lips.
"Keep those heels on. I find them incredibly sexy."
Rachel smiled against his mouth.
"Whatever you want…"
He grinned, a look of pure lust in his eyes.
"Good girl," he murmured, and with that, he set about showing her just how much he had missed her, his lips and hands working in perfect harmony to drive her wild with need.
Ross trailed kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and towards her chest. His hands deftly unclasped her strapless bra, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, making Rachel arch her back and moan in pleasure.
He continued his journey downwards, his lips leaving a fiery trail of kisses from her abdomen to the waistband of her panties. Rachel's breath hitched, her fingers tangling in the sheets as she anticipated his touch. Ross's eyes never left hers as he reached the edge of the delicate lace piece.
With a playful grin, he gently gripped the waistband of her panties between his teeth. The fabric brushed against his lips as he carefully pulled them down, his movements slow and deliberate. Each inch of the delicate fabric revealed more of Rachel's skin, his breath warm and tantalizing against her as he worked.
Rachel's body tensed in anticipation, her eyes locked on Ross's filled with a mixture of desire and trust. He continued to pull the panties down with his mouth, the sensation of the lace dragging across her thighs heightening the excitement between them. He finally managed to work them down to her ankles, carefully removing them and tossing them aside.
Ross's eyes roamed over Rachel's exposed form, his gaze filled with admiration and hunger. He placed soft, teasing kisses on her inner thighs, moving closer to her center. His lips brushed against her skin, sending shivers through her. Rachel moaned softly, her hips shifting in response to his touch.
"You're so beautiful," Ross murmured, his hands caressing her thighs, gently spreading them apart. He positioned himself between her legs, his fingers teasing her slick folds. Rachel arched her back, a gasp escaping her lips as he touched her.
"Ross, please," she begged, her voice trembling with need.
He smiled, his eyes filled with a mix of love and lust.
His tongue flicked out to taste her, and Rachel cried out, her hips lifting off the bed. He worked her with expert precision, his tongue, and fingers driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Rachel's moans filled the room, her body trembling as the pleasure built within her. She gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she felt herself teetering on the edge.
"Ross...oh God, Ross," her body finally giving in to the powerful climax that had been building. Her release was intense, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she writhed beneath him.
Ross didn't stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to coax every last bit of pleasure from her until she was spent, her body limp and sated. He rose up, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and adoration as he looked down at her.
Rachel pulled him up to kiss him deeply, tasting herself on his lips.
"I need you, you, Ross," she whispered against his mouth.
"I need you inside me."
He didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with his tip. Rachel's hands gripped his arms, her body trembling with need.
"Please, Ross," she begged her voice a breathless whisper.
With a low growl, Ross pushed into her, filling her completely. Rachel's eyes closed, her head falling back as a moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips. Ross's hands gripping her hips, his eyes never leaving her face. He watched her expressions, each moan and gasp, reveling in the pleasure he was giving her.
Rachel responded eagerly, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her hands roaming over his back, her nails leaving faint red marks on his skin. They moved together in perfect rhythm, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. Ross's thrusts were slow and deep, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through Rachel's body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her stilettos digging into his back, urging him deeper.
The intensity of their connection made every touch, every kiss, every thrust feel electric. They were lost in each other, the world outside disappearing as they focused solely on their shared pleasure.
Ross, still deep inside her, moved with a deliberate rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Rachel's body. She savored the feeling, their connection palpable, each movement perfectly attuned to the other.
Rachel could feel him starting to lose control, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his breathing ragged. The heat between them was almost unbearable.
Rachel, still feeling the lingering heat from their intense connection, looked at Ross's eyes with a mischievous smile.
"Let's change it up," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Ross, breathing heavily, nodded and slowly withdrew from her. Rachel turned onto her side, her back facing him, and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes filled with anticipation.
"Like this," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper.
Ross positioned himself behind her, his body pressed against hers. He reached down, guiding himself to her entrance, and slowly pushed into her from behind. The new angle made her feel tighter around him, and they both moaned at the exquisite sensation.
He wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her closer as he began to move. The position allowed Ross to penetrate deeply, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of their bodies. Rachel arched her back, pushing against him, her breathing becoming more erratic.
"Ross, this feels...so good," she gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets.
Ross's hand roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and stomach before settling on her thigh, lifting it slightly to change the angle. The new position made Rachel feel even tighter, and Ross groaned with pleasure.
"You feel amazing," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Their movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through Rachel. She could feel every inch of him inside her, the friction and depth driving her wild. The sound of their breathing filled the room, mingling with their soft moans and gasps.
Ross buried his face in her hair, his lips brushing against her neck as he moved.
"I've missed this," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
"I've missed you."
Rachel turned her head slightly capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
"I've missed you too," she replied, her voice trembling with intensity.
Their connection grew stronger with each movement, their bodies perfectly attuned to one another. Ross's thrusts became more urgent, his grip on her thigh tightening as he felt his release approaching. Rachel's body responded to every touch, every kiss, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.
"Ross, I'm so close," she gasped, her body shaking with anticipation.
He increased his pace, his hand slipping between her legs to caress her sensitive clit. The added stimulation sent Rachel over the edge, her body arching against him as she cried out in pleasure. The intensity of her climax triggered Ross's own release, his movements becoming erratic as he spilled into her, his moans mingling with hers.
They collapsed together, their bodies tangled and slick with sweat. Ross and Rachel close, his breathing heavy as he pressed gentle kisses to her shoulder.
"That was incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Rachel smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his arm.
"Yeah, it was," she agreed, feeling completely satisfied and content.
As they lay there, the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. They had rekindled a flame that had never truly gone out, their passion and connection as strong as ever. It was a night neither of them would forget, a night that could change everything.
But for now, they were content to bask in the warmth of their shared passion, knowing that whatever came next, they had this moment. And it was enough.