Author's note: This takes place in the middle of TOW The Metophorical Tunnel
in season three. Chandler had just freaked out Janice because he mentioned
moving in together and she ran off. And, well, he chased her.

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"And when I finally caught up with her she said things were moving too fast
and we should see other people," Chandler said in a depressed tone as he
scooped ice cream into his mouth.

"Oh, honey," Monica said sympathetically, running a hand through his hair
from her spot on the arm of his chair.

"You're too good for her," Rachel said, patting his leg. "And, I mean, come
on . . . don't tell me her laugh wasn't getting annoying."

"That's beside the point," Chandler answered. "I mean, I get together with
her and then a month or two later I get tired of her and the process repeats.
But the thing is *I* get tired of her and *I* break up with her. It's just
plain degrading when Janice breaks up with *me*."

Rachel and Monica looked at each other, deciding not to say anything because
they'd just be lying if they told Chandler it was okay and not sad.

"What is wrong with your ice cream?" Chandler asked, looking at the carton.

"Oh!" Monica said and took the carton away from Chandler. "Rach, get him
some of the good stuff. He deserves it."

Rachel took the carton and put a lid on it, then went to the kitchen to put
it away and search for the regular ice cream. "We're all out, Mon. Probably
because of Richard."

"Yeah," Monica agreed. "I gained five pounds after the break up."

"No problem," Rachel said. "I'll just go to the corner store and pick some
up. Any requests, Chandler?"

"Coffee flavor," Chandler said.

"Yes, because you don't get enough of coffee when it's *not* ice cream,"
Rachel said sarcastically as she left the apartment.

Monica slid off of the side of the chair so that she was sitting half on
top of Chandler and put her arms around him.

"Breaking up is hard," she said, her voice muffled because her face was
buried in his chest.

Chandler put his arms around her and rested his head on her head. "You're
still upset about Richard."

"Ya think?"

"You've got to get over yourself," Chandler advised. "Get a new boyfriend."

"Believe me, I've tried," Monica said. She sat up, but didn't move from
Chandler's lap. "Apparently I'm not as hot as I'd like to think."

"Come on, Mon," Chandler said. "You know you're gorgeous. Those idiots out
there are just looking for a quick lay. And you're so much more than that."

Monica shook her head. "Whatever."

"Monica," Chandler said, sounding a little frustrated. "Richard is a dillhole
okay? Even *I* would have kids with you just so long as I got to be with
you. Any man in his right mind would do anything for just the chance to be
in a situation like this." He gestured to where Monica was sitting on his
lap and looking up at him.

Monica smiled lightly. "He was a dillhole, wasn't he?"

"Yes," Chandler said, running a hand down her back as a sorce of comfort.

Monica felt the hair on her body rise as his hand carressed her back and she
quickly scolded herself.

Chandler caught Monica's eye and felt himself being pulled towards her. He
was making a big mistake . . . but she was leaning towards him too.

You could feel the heat in the room rise as tension level between Monica and
Chandler went off the charts.

Slowly, cautiously, they came together for a soft, barely touching kiss.

They both pulled away and looked into each other's eyes, a little shocked.
Quickly, though, they both got over it and kissed again, fervently exploring
each other's mouths and bodies.

Monica pulled away, gasping for air. "Rachel," she managed to say and, sure
enough, Rachel came in the door a second later.

Monica got out of Chandler's lap and went to the kitchen. "You hungry,
Chandler?"

"In more ways than one, yes."

Monica felt a jolt go through her stomach and straight to her sex as he
said this. "To cheer you up I'll make you anything you want to eat."

"And here's your ice cream," Rachel said as she tossed a carton across the
room an into Chandler's hands. She stared at Chandler curiously. "What's
wrong with you -- you're panting."

"Yoga," Chandler lied.

"What a freak," Rachel muttered as she came into the kitchen so that Monica
could hear.

Monica rolled her eyes as she pulled out the ingredients for a cake. "Hey,
Chandler, what do you want?"

"Cake."

"I know my friends well," Monica said to Rachel as she began to do the
directions automatically; she'd made cake so many times she had the recipe
memorized.

* * * * *

Chandler came into his apartment searching for Joey; his stomach filled with
ice cream and cake and his mind on the passionate make out he'd shared
briefly with Monica.

"Hey, Chandler," Joey said from his spot in front of the TV. "Janice called."
He shuddered. "She said she's sorry and that she didn't mean what she said.
What did she say?"

"She broke up with me," Chandler said, smiling.

"Please don't get back together with her. No matter how sorry she seems."

"I won't," Chandler promised. "Joey, I just made out with Monica."

Joey shot up in his seat and Chandler moved to sit in his matching chair.
"*Our* Monica?"

Chandler nodded, his smile still huge and dreamy. "It was great. Her and
Rachel were trying to make me feel better--"

"You made out with Rachel too?"

"What? No," Chandler said, giving Joey a look. "Monica wasn't making out with
me just to make me feel better." He sounded doubtful.

"Can you think of any other reason for someone as hot as her making out with
you?" Joey pointed out.

Chandler looked distracted. "Well, let me finish. So they didn't have any
ice cream left and Rachel went to the store and then Monica sat in my lap
and we were talking about breaking up and then suddenly we kissed really
softly and lightly. Then, before we knew what was happening, we were all over
each other. It was amazing."

"Man." Joey shook his head. "I thought Monica was below sympathy kissing. Do
you think if I pretended to be sad about a break up she'd kiss me?"

"No, because it wasn't a sympathy kiss," Chandler said, but he sounded less
sure of himself. "Maybe I'll ask her."

Rachel came into the apartment and looked around. "Do you guys have any
Advil? I've got a bad headache and we're out."

"In the bathroom, the medicine cabinet," Chandler said.

"Hey, Rach?" Joey asked when Rachel came out of the bathroom with a bottle
in her hand.

"Yeah, Joey?"

"Okay, you know Monica pretty well, right?"

"I'd like to think so seeing as we've been living with each for three years
and have been friends since were kids," Rachel said, giving Joey a look.

"Yeah," Joey said, discarding what she'd just said. "Would Monica kiss
some guy just because she felt sorry for him."

Rachel thought about it. "I don't know," she finally admitted. "I mean, I
know Monica wouldn't. But if the guy was pretty pathetic she might . . ."

"Monica wouldn't be passionate if she kissed the guy just for sympathy,
right?" Chandler asked. "I mean, what would the kiss be like? A peck or a
full-blown make out session that had possibilities to continue to the next
level?"

"The first one," Rachel answered. "Why?" She paused and her eyes widened.
"You made out with Monica, didn't you! That's why you were doing those
weird breathing things."

Chandler looked sheepish.

Rachel grinned at him. "Monica told me after you left. I don't really have a
headache, I just wanted to talk to you." She sat down on a stool. "Monica
didn't kiss you because she felt sorry for you."

"She didn't?" Chandler asked. He gave Joey a dirty look.

"Nope," Rachel said. "And she wants to do it again. But, you know, she feels
weird because you're one of her best friends."

"You made out with Monica?" Joey asked Chandler, jealousy flaming his voice.

"I know -- and she wanted it too."

"She's going to change her mind if you don't go over there now and show her
again," Rachel pointed out.

"Point taken," Chandler said as he jumped up and ran out the door.

* * * * *

"Hey," Monica said as Chandler came into her apartment, looking nervous and
unsure of himself.

"Rachel came over."

"I know."

"You didn't kiss me because you felt sorry for me, did you?" Chandler asked,
looking adorable as he stared at the ground.

"Of course not," Monica said, coming forward to stand close to him. "Did you
feel sorry for me because of Richard?"

"No!" Chandler said quickly and sharply.

"It was an amazing kiss," Monica finally said.

Chandler nodded in agreement. "Then why are we standing here being awkward
when we could be kissing again?"

Monica moved the two steps between them and placed her arms carefully around
his neck, pressing her body up against his.

Chandler automatically put his arms around her waist and pulled her as close
as humanly possible.

"This feels right," Monica commented.

"You know what might feel more right?" Chandler asked.

"I can guess."

Chandler captured her lips with his own in a sweet kiss. The needy passion
that they'd felt earlier was replaced by a tenderness neither expected.

Chandler slowly crept his hand underneath her shirt and up her back to undo
her bra with precise accuracy.

Monica felt goosebumps rising once again as his hand trailed back down her
back and to the front of her jeans. She decided to help and pulled away to
pull her shirt and then her bra off.

Chandler was practically drooling as he saw the soft skin across her stomach
and the two mounds on her chest that were bouncing ever so slightly thanks
to her breathing.

"Oh, my God," Chandler whispered as it caught up to him that he was about to
do it to Monica, one of the sexiest women he'd ever met in his life.

"They're not that small," Monica joked.

Chandler ignored her and swept her up off of her feet and into her arms. "We
should continue this in the bedroom."

Monica didn't say anything as he carried her to her bedroom and shut the
door behind him, then layed her softly down on her bed. He crawled up her
body to slowly run his tongue around her breasts, carefully not touching the
nipples to tease her.

Monica moaned softly in protest but Chandler didn't comply. She decided to
pay him back later.

Monica sat up and started to pull her jeans off. "Get your clothes off," she
commanded Chandler and he had them off in two seconds flat.

As soon as they were both naked Chandler took his place on top of her once
again, but this time he was nipping and lapping at her nipples like he
needed to do it as much as Monica.

When the torture was enough, Monica pulled his face up to kiss her again. She
was getting so wet she was worried that it would leak all over the comforter,
and she wanted him inside her as fast as possible.

Chandler felt the exact same way and used his hand to position at her
entrance. He slowly let himself slide inside of her slick heat, seeming to
burn him but feeling incredible at the same time.

"How did you get so wet?" he whispered in her ear as he gritted his teeth,
trying not to cum. It was taking everything he had, but he had to get control
of himself so that he could make it last.

"I've never been this wet before," Monica whispered back. "It has something
to do with you."

Chandler slowly pulled himself almost all the way out of Monica and she
moaned loud and long and pulled her legs to wrap around his waist so that he
had access to move around inside of her as much as possible.

He took the new position well and when he pushed himself back into her as
far as possible, he began to move his hips in a circular motion, careful to
massage her clitoris with his pubic bone while doing so.

Monica was about ready to come at this point. She rocked her hips and he
got the point and began to pull in and out again. Slowly picking up speed
as both of them were rocking and writhing with their almost-orgasms.

Chandler moved so that he could pull her breast into his mouth once more and
this set Monica off. Her legs slacked off of his waist and she rocked her
hips up and down as she went crazy with the explosion happening inside of
her.

Towards the end of her orgasm when she began to clench and unclench around
Chandler in a frenzy, he shoved himself inside of her as far as he could go
and his own orgasm came as he shot his warm liquid deep inside of Monica's
core.

Monica felt herself start another orgasm at the feeling of his burning hot
cum inside of her and had another, smaller but not any less enjoyable
orgasm that gently ran through her exhausted body.

Chandler collapsed on top of her, gasping into her hair.

Chandler's weight on top of Monica should have been painful, but Monica
loved the feeling of him crushing her into the mattress as she panted as well
underneath him.

Chandler rolled over, realizing that he was still on top of her, and pulled
himself out of her. But he was growing harder with each second and Monica
seemed to notice this.

She crawled on top of him and slid on and around him once again. A sudden
energy electrified her body and the exhaustion she'd felt only moments before
had left as Chandler put his hands on her hips and helped her to slide up
and down Chandler, slick with their juices mixed together from the first
time.

This time they both came much quicker since both of their bodies were already
stimulated.

But the orgasms seemed ten times as powerful as before and the cries of
Chandler and Monica could be heard from across the hall by a knowing Joey
and Rachel.

Monica fell to her side of the bed when it was over, feeling as if all of
her energy had left and been replaced with a delicious mellow post-orgasm
feeling.

"That was . . . incredible," Chandler gasped from beside her.

"I know," Monica managed to say.

* * * * *

After breakfast the next morning, in which Phoebe and Ross were filled in
on the fact that Monica and Chandler were now together, Rachel made Monica
sit with her and Phoebe at the kitchen table.

"What was it like?" Rachel asked immediately after Chandler, Joey, and Ross
had left. "Joey and I could hear you guys at one point."

"I've never felt anything like it," Monica said dreamily. "We only did it
twice, but the first time I had two orgasms. And afterwards I was so
exhausted I felt like we'd been doing it for hours on end."

"How big is he?"

* * * * *

"Dude, what was Monica like?" Joey was asking at the same time across the
hall.

"Joey," Ross warned.

"Plug your ears or leave," Joey said crossly at Ross. "I want to hear about
it. Just pretend Monica's not your sister for a few minutes."

"There are no words to describe it," Chandler said with the same dreamy look
in his eyes that Monica had. "It was . . . the most amazing sex I've ever
had in my life."

* * * * *

"Are you sure you were doing it with Chandler and not some look alike?"
Rachel asked after a pause of amazement after Monica told all of the juicy
details.

"I know," Monica said. "It was like he transformed from this sarcastic best
friend to the best sex I've ever had. Being in his arms just felt . . .
right. Like it was supposed to happen."

"Oh, that is so romantic!" Rachel cried enviously. "That's exactly how I
felt the first time Ross and I kissed."

"I want to feel it too!" Phoebe said, sounding upset.

"You will," Monica and Rachel said automatically.

"So," Rachel asked Monica. "When's your first date?"

* * * * *

Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe all came into the girls' apartment with a couple
of shopping bags.

"Hey, honey," Ross said and gave Rachel a quick kiss on the lips. "What'd
you guys buy."

Monica still felt a little nervous with her newfound relationship with
Chandler and tentatively sat next to him. "A new outfit for me."

Chandler put his arm around her shoulders and released the tension in her
body. She snuggled up against him. "For our date tonight."

"Wow, you think so highly of me that you bought new clothes?" Chandler asked.

"Chandler, we buy new clothes for every occasion we can," Rachel explained.
"And may I just add that you two are so cute together!"

Monica smiled and ran a hand across Chandler's chest. "We are, aren't we?"
she asked immodestly.

"Ooh! And now we can double date!" Rachel said excitedly.

Monica smiled again. "Sounds great, Rach."

There was a pause and finally Rachel said, "You guys wanna do it again, don't
you?"

Monica gave her a sheepish look and Ross groaned a little.

"Say no more, we're leaving," Rachel said and stood. Joey, Phoebe, and Ross
all followed her out the door. Joey grumbling about how he wanted to stay and
watch and then Phoebe hitting across the head.

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And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my second attempt at smut. The first
attempt didn't go over so well, however, so I put my whole into this one.
By the way, this is a stand alone so I'm not going to continue it.
Haley J. The Bat