It was a couple of weeks later, and Monica and Chandler were still at it,
though the frustration on both parts was becoming unbearable.

One morning, after Monica left Chandler's apartment, he made one of his
noises and hit himself on the head. What had begun as just sex had turned
into intimate love making. And that wasn't what Chandler wanted. Sure, he
didn't want to hurt her with wild hooker sex, but he didn't want the strange
way his heart felt everytime he watched her face.

He had begun entering from behind so he wouldn't have to see her angelic
face lit up with passion, but he could still hear her sighs and moans.

So, as he sat naked in the early morning, he contemplated how he could make
his and Monica's encounters more . . . stringless sex-like. That was what he
wanted.

The door opened and Chandler looked up, surprised that Joey was up so early.
Monica was entering however. She smiled nervously. "Did I leave my light
blue robe over here? I can't find it . . ."

"Um, Mon . . ." Chandler said awkwardly. "I think you were wearing that when
we hadn't gotten a chance to have sex the night before, remember?"

"Oh, yes," Monica said, a pitying look on her face. "You didn't have to rip
it. I loved that robe."

Monica moved over to the bed and placed a passionate kiss on his lips before
seperating suddenly and scolding, "You need to learn how to control yourself
around me."

Monica left with that and Chandler silently agreed with her. He *did* need to
learn to control himself around her. But he had finally figured out what the
key was. Kissing.

With just the light touch of her lips on his own and he would be in paradise;
that was the problem. If they didn't kiss, the sex would be less intimate,
and therefore *they* would be less intimate.

Chandler smiled and thanked God silently.

* * * * *

That night, Chandler began to put his plan into action. When Monica came over
and crawled onto his bed, instead of letting her kiss him he immediately
grabbed at her nightshirt and pulled it off to reveal nothing. He didn't
even give her an appreciative glance, deciding that it would help, and simply
latched his mouth onto one of her nipples.

At first Monica was a little frustrated and upset at his cold attitude, but
at the tip of his tongue massaging her nipples to their peaks she began her
usual, pleasure-filled panting/gasping.

Chandler didn't spend more than a minute on her breasts however, and he let
go quickly before flipping them over so he could enter her easily.

Monica reached her arms around his neck and tried to force him down for at
least one kiss, but Chandler moved his head so that he could begin to suck
lightly on her neck.

Monica sighed loudly, wanting him to get the point, but he ignored her. So
far his plan wasn't working, he was still slow and gentle with her. So he
finally let go of her neck and, in a last attempt, began to just heavily
thrust himself into her, not bothering to move in ways so that he continually
hit her clitoris, but simply grinding into her to meet his own need.

Monica gasped in surprise, but apparently this new way of working was turning
her on more. He had no idea that the faster he was moving inside her the
closer she was coming to bursting.

When he finally looked down at her, not wanting to but needing to get a
picture of her in his mind before he could cum, her face was scrunched up in
that way that bordered between pain and pleasure and she was whimpering so
softly you could barely hear her.

He was so shocked that he almost stopped the impossibly fast movements that
were creating such pleasure for her. Who would've thought that Monica would
let him just plain and simple fuck her? And enjoy it nonetheless.

Monica came suddenly, without warning, and let out a cry louder than he'd
heard before.

This set him off as well and he had his orgasm quickly before pulling out of
her completely and flopping over to the other side of the bed. The air was
heavy with the sound of gasping and panting coming from both, and silence
ensued for a long time.

Chandler was left with his thoughts; his plan had backfired on him. She had
enjoyed it, but he knew that if she hadn't, if she had been hurt or crying he
would have never forgiven himself, and immediately stop. So it was finally
confirmed: they weren't just friends fucking, there was something between
them. Maybe indescribably at the moment, but there was a definate feeling
that went between them, and it was obviously mutual.

Monica, meanwhile was thinking the same thing. In any other situation, she
would have kicked a guy for doing that to her, but she liked. She had liked
it more than anything she'd encountered in bed before, and it was killing
her.

Eventually, the silence went from catching their breath to awkward and it
was Chandler who finally turned over, grabbed Monica's face and kissed her
like he was trying to feel her very essence with his tongue.

With that he moved downwards, sucking on her neck for a while before moving
even lower to her breasts, then he ran his tongue into her belly button,
making her shudder with the built up pressure slowly building, and finally he
reached the only part that mattered.

Within minutes of Chandler's sucking and licking Monica came hard, making
everything worth his while as he lapped up at the sharply tart liquid that
was Monica and breathed in the heated smell that he could only describe as
delicious.

This time when Chandler worked his way back up her body he wrapped his arms
around her waist and pulled him tight to him -- wanting nothing more than to
just hold her. He had been trying to make it up to her. He could sense her
feelings and he wanted her to know that he . . . that it wasn't just sex.

Although both already seemed to know that the other came to the same
conclusion, nothing was said as they fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

* * * * *

The new day seemed to be different, Chandler was thinking to himself as he
opened his eyes. Monica had left a couple hours before, so he didn't get to
wake up with her small body using his own as a pillow. Not that it happened
at all, unless Chandler woke up in the middle of the night. Just once he
wanted to wake up with her in his arms . . .

Chandler rolled his eyes at this thought. That was why today felt different;
last night. Him and Monica both had come to the realization that they were
more, that they had potential, that things were slowly growing serious.

It made him mad, most of all. He hated that he had feelings, that he'd fallen
even though everything had been planned out so that they *wouldn't* fall.
Whoever invented the idea of friends with privileges anyways?

About half an hour later Chandler walked into Monica and Rachel's apartment
and found his eyes straight away locking with Monica's. They smiled briefly,
then looked away quickly at the same time.

"Monica, are you okay?" Rachel asked after observing her friend for a few
moments. Ever since Chandler had walked in she'd dropped three pans with
gigantic clangs for each one -- something she never did even once.

"Fine," Monica said quickly, smiling brightly at Rachel. "Just feeling
clumsy."

"Uh-huh," Rachel said, not looking satisfied but willing to drop the
subject. "Oh! Hey, Mon, I was talking to my friend at work . . . I forget
her name . . . anyways, the point is that I was mentioning that article you
like so much about-about friends with privileges I think, and she wanted to
know if she could glance over it. She's just started getting Cosmo every
month, I wonder where she's been! But, anyways, she wanted to borrow it.
Although, you love that thing so much I wasn't sure if you'd let her."

Monica put on a fake smile and went to her bedroom, coming out a second later
with a magazine that she threw on the table.

Chandler picked it up and found it opening automatically to the article
Rachel was talking about, as if it had been pushed to that page so many
times. He shot a wry look at Monica, then began to skim through the three
page long article on friends with privileges.

After reading it, he flipped through the month the magazine had been printed
and found it to be the very month that he and Monica had decided to get
together. "Monica!" he blurted out. "You read this article before and you
*knew* that most of these cases end up . . . um, developing feelings for
each other."

"It also says that some parties may have already had feelings but they
surface during the first kiss," Monica said, picking up the magazine from his
hands. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Chandler said, shooting a quick look at Rachel to see if maybe
she'd gone deeper into the conversation she'd just heard. But Rachel was
busy checking her makeup in a small mirror.

"I don't even know why they put these damn things into womens' minds,"
Chandler commented.

"Why, are you afraid of it?" Monica asked, a double meaning in her words.

"Yes," Chandler said openly.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Okay, it's short. Sue me.

Sadly as some of you may take it, there is only going to be one, maybe two
more fics in this series. I can't think why, but this is probably my
second most popular series, so I'm sorry that it's so short. I don't know
why, but I just never got into this series. But I have the ending planned
out and I hope it's good enough . . .

And I figured out what makes this series so much better (as people tell me,
I'm relying on what people IM and email about, not my own opinions!). It's
the fact that in the first fic, not sure about the second, the sex between
M&C was completely natural, and true to the characters. I mean, what do you
think is more likely: the Wet Dreams scenerio, or Chandler making jokes and
both C&M saying sarcastic comments throughout the whole thing? Since I've
figured it out, I'll try and make my other NC-17 fics the same way, more
naturally.
~Haley
(and don't forget to email me: [email protected])

As a side note, this will probably never be finished, I'm just putting it
back up because I miss seeing my Friends fics on my author page. I don't
write Friends anymore -- so don't ask!:)