Disclaimer: I don't own them, or the first four and a half lines of this story, which was written for fun only and not for any payment.

Season 2. Monica has become Chandler's personal trainer to get him to lose a few pounds. Both are having no luck dating. The sexual references etc. are in here, so go elsewhere if you hate reference to anything more than kissing, or are under the legal age. But it is pretty normal stuff, nothing too icky to find too offensive. If, however, you are particularly squeamish you might want to skip the last couple of paragraphs (and avoid sleeping with men).

As far as he was concerned the last sit up was the last sit up. Chandler collapsed breathless and panting on the floor. Monica, who was sat astride him to hold his legs, sneered down at him.

"Five more." She yelled.

"No." He snapped back with what appeared to be the final bit of energy he had.

"Five more and I'll flash you." Chandler's eyes shot open and stared at her. "For five more?" He grinned into her eyes. "Really? So what would you do for ten?"

Monica looked at her friend. He looked exhausted. He was so breathless he could barely talk, the beads of sweat were still appearing on his forehead and his clothes stuck to the damp patches on his torso.

"Ten more? You reckon you could do ten more?"

"With the right encouragement. "

She laughed and playfully hit him. "No way."

"No way you think I can do 10 more, or no way you'll do more than flash me?"

"Both."

"Come on I need a bit more encouragement." He pleaded between breaths. He rolled his head to one side and squinted his eyes as further evidence of his exhaustion.

She looked down at him again. "OK you do ten more sit ups and I'll flash you everything, but in that case nothing for five." No way will he even manage five she thought, but just in case…He shifted his head back to look at her. "What about twenty? Do I get to touch for twenty?"

She blushed right to the roots of her hair. Even exhausted he had enough energy to tease and make fun of her. "Chandler!"

"Just asking - I mean I just need to know how much encouragement you're willing to give me. Ya know I can think of much more fun ways of exercising…"

"Chandler!" She exclaimed again, but he noted that she was still sat on him. "You sound like Joey."

"Come on. I can dream can't I and what are you going to lose? If just the thought of you and me… exercising properly together …gives me some incentive what have you got to lose? I mean I don't think I can manage five sit-ups so…"

"What do you think I am?"

"You're my exercise coach and at the moment you're failing. I'm just lying here talking."

Monica's competitive nature kicked in; she hesitated then looked down at Chandler again. He didn't look capable of anything. There was no risk that she would have to fulfil her side of the deal and she might be able to get him to keep going that bit longer. "OK. You get nothing unless you can do another 25 here and now, straight off."

"And if I do?"

"You get to see and touch."

Chandler smiled, then burst into life. Monica watched in horror as the seemingly exhausted Chandler pulled himself up 25 times in 25 perfect sit-ups. He lay back down and grinned at her when he had finished. There was no sign of the earlier breathlessness or the exhaustion. It had clearly all been an act.

"You faker!" She shouted at him punching him on the arm. She climbed off his legs and stood up. "That's no better than lying. It's fraud and I don't reward fraudsters".

He got up, went over to her and put his hands gently on her shoulders. "Ahh come on Mon."

"Forget it Bing." She said crossly.

He looked with amusement into the eyes of the woman who only moments ago had been in control but was now doing anything to avoid his eyes. "A man's got to do what a man's got to do. I was only exaggerating how tired I was so that you would leave me to watch the game in peace. It's not my fault that I can't resist your…. incentives."

"Well you've done the 25 and you still have time to shower before the game. I might see you at dinner." She said in dismissive tones.

"Uh, uh. I don't want to shower before I have finished exercising." He held her shoulders tighter. He knew she was struggling. She couldn't stand to be thought of as a cheat who renegades on her agreements, but he had tricked her. She would never have agreed to the deal if there was the slightest chance she would have to go through with it. Until she came to some decision he was going to enjoy her discomfort.

"You want to do more sit-ups?" She said at last.

"I was thinking of press ups." He watched her blush again then put his arms around her and kissed her hair reassuringly.

"You shouldn't offer what you don't want to give. But it's OK. I'll let you cheat on this one."

"I don't cheat!" She said outraged.

"It's OK Mon. I understand. You tell me when you want me to stop."

His hands started to gently feel their way over her body. The movement was little more than affectionate, only the cheeky grin he was giving her suggested more. She passively let him run his hands over her waist, around her back and then pull her closer to him. She stumbled slightly but did not resist and let his hands continue as they moved over her hips and then towards her groin. She was on the point of stopping him but they moved away from the danger zone before Monica could really object. His finger then glided up to her breasts, moving his fingers under them rather than on them. Every time he came close to an intimate area he would glide gently away. Her heart started to thump as he lent down and gently, and respectfully, kissed her on the lips. Their mouths parted only slightly. His confidence was growing and he experimentally moved his hand under her T-shirt, his thumbs quickly gliding over her nipples. She caught a noise in her throat and grabbed hold of his hand to move it away, avoiding contact with his eyes as she did so.

One voice in her head told her she had every right to stop him, he was taking liberties on the basis of a con trick, and the other told her that she had made a deal. The truth was that every time his hands had threatened to touch her intimately and had moved away Monica's resistance had tumbled. It had been a long time since anyone had made love to her and she was more than happy for it to continue. But she wanted to be able to blame him afterwards, to relinquish all responsibility for what was happening.

"We could shower together." He whispered and she nodded.

"Yeah you use your shower and I'll go and use mine." She said, half teasing, half trying to remain in control, to remind him that he had no right to her.

"If that's what you want - OK." He released her suddenly and she looked at him in bewildered fury. He went to the fridge and took a bottle of drink out, unscrewed the cap and took a mouthful. "Sorry did you want one too?" He threw a bottle towards her and she only just managed to catch it.

"I'll go home and take a shower then." She said looking at him.

He smiled into her eyes as he took another gulp. "If that's what you want." He said nonchalantly.

She paused. "The bastard." She thought. "The confident bastard." He wasn't going to let her give him all the blame. She glanced down at the outline in his sweats trying to find evidence of whether he was really as disinterested as he was now suggesting. Unfortunately as she brought her eyes back up she found herself staring into his. He had caught her checking out his groin. She blushed furiously again. This was one game she was losing really badly, and against Chandler of all people. The relationship loser was playing her like an expert.

She thought for a moment then said as breezily as possible. "OK then. I kept to my side of the deal: you got to touch: now you're clearly done. I'll see you later."

She walked towards the door, but had to pass him at the fridge and he caught her arm.

"I didn't get to look: not even a flash." He said, well aware that the ball was back in his court. He didn't think she would go out the door but he was less prepared to take the risk than she was.

"You still want me to strip?" She said staring straight at him with a challenge in her eyes.

He slurped back his drink again. "You promised you would." He shrugged. "It's up to you. I just didn't have you down as a cheater. I always thought you liked to stick to the rules and you promised to flash for only 5 sit-ups. I did 25."

Monica considered for a moment. "If I let you watch me shower, with no more touching, we're quits - I have kept to the deal?"

He stared at her a moment. "Yeah."

She stormed into the bathroom. In truth he preferred the angry Monica to the vulnerable girl she had been when he was holding her. That made him feel bad. Now she was someone he could spar with on equal terms. Bossy, controlling Monica, was far sexier. He followed her, thinking that she was going to find another way out of it. But she was already stripping off her clothes. He watched in awe. Not believing this was happening. Naked she bent slightly to turn on the water and stepped in. The water cascaded over her body and without the curtain some escaped to form puddles on the floor. Neither of them noticed. She reached for the soap and started to lather herself up. Chandler audibly groaned. She was re-enacting one of his favourite erotic day dreams about her. His whole body thumped; there was pain in his throat and in his groin. It was at that moment that she started to soap up her breasts. Deliberately cupping them and massaging the soap in.

"Monica?" He called out. His voice high and strangled in his throat; he cleared it and called out her name again.

She looked up from her sensuous washing, trying to hide her triumphant smile with a look of disinterest.

"Yeah?" She said as casually as possible.

"Would you mind if I joined you? I'm awful sweaty and I'm not sure there's enough hot water for two showers."

She turned off the water. "It's OK I think I'm done. You want to get in now?"

He paused. She was expecting him to strip. They would both be naked. He sensed this was a power game for Monica. She was staring at him, waiting. Her body still glittering from the water. A look of challenge and amusement tickled over her face.

"Monica. Me stripping, is not like you stripping."

"Are you telling me that you don't look like I do naked?" She asked with mock horror.

He smiled sarcastically. "OK. What I can see now would be allowed in most mainstream films. What you are suggesting I show you would be banned in most porn movies."

"Only because they are made, directed and censored by men."

He shrugged. He had warned her. Two naked people could be naturalism. As soon as one was erect it put a different perspective on it. It was her choice. He stripped down to his jock strap, which by now was reduced to an ineffectual hammock for the colossus that rose from it, and then lost that too. Chandler felt embarrassment mixed with excitement as he revealed everything to Monica, including just how turned on he was. Monica too stopped pretending for a moment and stared in amazement at his penis. Its head was almost purple in anticipation and it shone with the juices that were seeping from it.

He felt like a small boy who had been caught playing with himself. "You have amazing breasts." He said, almost as an apologetic explanation.

"Thank you. And you have beautiful scrotum." She replied and he glanced down at himself, then at her, before he realised she was joking.

She smiled at him again. "Well go on, get under the shower. Do you think you'll need any help? You don't look very well balanced at the moment." She watched as he got under the shower and switched it on and reached for the soap. The water caught around his face and trailed and dribbled its way down to the far reaches of his body and in a stream off tip of his penis which now hung slightly lower, almost in surrender from the humiliating scrutiny it had suffered. Monica found its more dejected state personally offensive so she jumped into the shower with him. She took the soap from him and lathered him up. To begin with she washed him like a mother would a child, behind his ears, down his arms, under his arms, then his neck and chest, all with Monica like efficiency. But her nipples kept catching against his chest and sometimes pressed right up against him so he surrendered himself to her administrations in happy anticipation.

At last she reached down for the interesting part. Her hand slipped around and under him. Her well-lathered fingers worked efficiently between his testicles and his anus and then reached right up between the cheeks of his butt.

He gasped at the unexpected intrusion and steadied himself on her shoulders. "I know I agreed not to touch you but MY GOD you certainly clean things thoroughly don't you?"

"I like to do things properly." She agreed. He watched her as she at last reached around his penis. She soaped it well, her hands running up and down only a couple of times, then stepped back to watch the water cascade over it rinsing it down. It was standing fully to attention again.

Chandler wanted to cry in disappointment. It almost could have been his mother washing him. "I think you missed a bit." He said pointing at his penis.

"I don't think soap and water are going to clean your mind." She stepped out of the tub and he followed. "How long can you keep that thing up?"

He glanced down at himself. "Long enough for you to have somewhere to hang your towel."

She laughed. "Do you want to dry me?" She asked suggestively.

"I prefer you wet. The wetter the better." He stared straight at her, still unsure whether she was prepared to take this further. She shrugged and tried to break the stare as he approached her. His talk was normal; his eyes were filled with lust. "We don't have any towels in here. I keep the clean dry ones in my bedroom." He put his hands gently on her shoulders and kissed her briefly on the lips, careful to keep their bodies apart, even so his penis gently probed her abdomen. He glanced down. "Sorry about that. It has a sort of homing radar."

"Don't worry. It reminds me of my cousin's dog."

"Really?" He asked curious.

"Yeah. Always jumps up dribbling as soon as I go anywhere near it."

The comment made him annoyed with her, like she was treating him like a horny little boy. "We ought to get the towels and get covered up." He turned to go and then as suddenly turned back to her, held her shoulder firmly with one hand and with the other pushed his fingers up between her legs and into her. Just as quickly he released her.

"What did you do that for?" Monica gasped.

"Sorry - I needed to check." Chandler was smiling broadly, enjoying her annoyance.

"Check? Check what? That I was female? No wonder you have so many problems with women…" She stopped as she realised that he had ended the game. His erection had ended his chances of pretending to be indifferent; now he had lost patience with her teasing and stolen his own evidence. She couldn't tease him any more when he knew that she was aching for him as much as he was for her. "You cheated on the sit-ups and now you cheated again…"

Chandler shut her up with a passionate kiss and started to pull her out of the bathroom.

"I couldn't wait any longer Monica."

"Where are we going?"

He pointed at the bathroom floor, which was swimming in water. "We can't do anything in here. One shove and I'll catapult you across the room." He grabbed her again and pulled and pushed her down onto the floor outside the bathroom, kissing her and stroking her as they descended. Their still wet naked bodies rubbed and caressed against each other. Her hands now moved over his body as frantically as his moved over hers. All pretence had gone; the rest of the world had gone. Monica broke the kiss for a moment and Chandler, denied her lips, reached down for her breasts. "Chandler, condoms."

"No. Joey took my supply last night."

"What!? No! We can't - if you - if I…" She tried to break away but neither Chandler nor her body were going to let her.

"Tomorrow, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Chandler reassured her. Tomorrow was a world away. He went back to sucking on her nipples.

She threw her head back. "This is mad."

He glanced up at her writhing face. Only risking the question because he already knew her answer. "You want to stop?"

"I can't stop, not now."

"Serang wrap?" He suggested.

"Does that work?"

"I've no idea…" He continued to kiss her, his legs finding their way in between her legs. He was floating; his body had taken over his mind. He could sense she was still nervous of the risk. His brain frantically searched for a solution to his need. "Casanova used a lemon." He said between kisses.

"Where?"

"I think he got the woman to use the lemon, like a diaphragm."

"Oh. Do you have any lemons?"

"No - only lemon juice."

It was at that point that Monica fully appreciated that Chandler was even further gone than she was. Short of a full nuclear holocaust in New York, and even that was going to need to be a direct hit, nothing would turn him away from his intent, his penis now had full control of his brain. She felt him begin to probe her. Shots of pleasure pulsed up her body. She desperately tried to catch on to the last remaining grain of sanity that was left in either of them. As she struggled he thrust up into her and then even that was gone. She felt her hips grind up to meet him. It was going to be quick on both sides. The consequences if there were any, no longer mattered, nature had won. Chandler, sweet funny Chandler, was grinding himself frantically into her to fulfil his most basic need. They were both quivering and groaning.

Her brain snapped to attention again, "Chandler withdraw, when you come, withdraw."

He moaned, "I can't… Mon I can't. I need to be inside you. I would give my life to be inside you."

"That's your penis talking."

"My God you can hear it too? Sorry about the bad language."

"Try Chandler, try, you can come on me, over me, and we can shower again."

He grunted in response and she had no idea whether it had sunk in. His hips had sped up again and as she relinquished responsibility the final trigger released inside her and her body clutched in ecstasy to the man causing it. He somehow managed to ride her almost to the end of her orgasm before his started. He gave a deep, short, primeval scream and pulled out of her laying his jerking penis directly onto her stomach, supporting himself on his arms and knees. She too cried out at the loss and then felt jet after jet of fluid shoot over her breasts and up and around her neck, catching in her hair. When it had at last finished he collapsed in a heap next to her, his exhaustion this time very real, his eyes closed, his chest, pumping air in and out of his body, was the only movement.

As his brain returned to reality he glanced guiltily at Monica who was completely covered.

"I told you we should shower after we finish exercising." He reminded her.

"That was during Chandler."

His smile froze as he heard the door to the apartment open.

Joey entered and went straight to the fridge. His date ran across to the bathroom.

"Hi." Chandler said to her from his position on the floor. Monica was caught between needing to back into the bathroom quickly and her obsessive instinct not to spill anything on the carpet - even Joey and Chandler's carpet.

"Chandler." Joey called out; "Has Monica still got you exercising down there? This is Jade and she is bursting for the bathroom. Jade, the guy down there exercising is Chandler, my room-mate."

Jade looked from Monica to Chandler. "Hi, nice to meet you." She said politely. "Can I use the bathroom or do one of you need to get in there first?"

Joey hurried across but Jade blocked his progress by putting her arms around him. "Is Monica still here too?" He asked.

"Yeah." Jade whispered, "I don't think they were expecting you back. I think they could use some privacy."

Joey laughed and shrugged her off. "No Monica is just a friend helping Chandler with his exercising. Hear that Chandler? Jade thinks you and Monica are…. Oh MY." Joey stared at them both, blinked, grinned, and blinked again. "How do I get on your exercise program Monica?"