Okay, the timing is totally screwed up on this fic, just so you know. But then again, the timing is really screwed up on the show, so I guess it won’t matter. So anyway, it’s set in the fourth season, Kathy never happened, and Monica just broke up with Pete. And I apologize if any of this confuses the hell out of you ;)

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Chandler paused and looked back at her. She was so beautiful… but he couldn’t do it. He knew she was just confused; she didn’t actually want him. At that moment, she wanted anyone. He didn’t want to be that anyone, he wanted to be special.

“Chandler, please,” she pleaded one last time, her eyes begging for him to close the door and come back to her.

He shook his head before replying, “Monica, I’m sorry. I can’t. You can’t,” he told her once again before walking out the door and into his own apartment, leaving her on the verge of tears behind him.

When he got inside, it hit him what had just happened. He had said no to Monica. He had said no to his best friend… he had said no to the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. He sat in his chair and flipped on the television, trying to forget about her. But he couldn’t. His mind kept drifting back to earlier that night…

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“I’m sorry Pheebs, but I really doubt Frank and Alice will let you name one of the babies The Hulk,” Rachel argued for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

“But they said I could choose whatever name I wanted, right?” She replied.

“Well, yes, but…” she trailed off, trying to think of some way to reason with Phoebe.

Just then Chandler came in, home from work. “Hello, children,” he greeted everyone, who greeted him in return.

“Chandler, would you please tell Phoebe that she cannot name a baby The Hulk?” Ross asked him. “I mean the kid would be tortured! And what if it’s not a boy? Imagine how you would feel if your name was The Hulk!” He continued to argue.

“He’s right, Pheebs. I mean you might want to think this through a little more,” Rachel suggested, noticing the disappointed look on Phoebe’s face.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m actually looking for Monica. She here?” Chandler asked Rachel, who pointed to Monica’s bedroom. “Thanks,” he said quickly before crossing the apartment to her door. He knocked, then waited for her to invite him in. She smiled as he walked in the door, but he could see that she was hiding her sadness.

“Hey, Mon. I just came by to see if you needed anything,” he offered as casually as possible. He knew that the breakup had been really hard on her, and he didn’t want to make things even more awkward for her.

“Well actually, Chandler, there is something I’ve been thinking about… but I can’t tell you right now. Can you come over later? After everyone’s gone? I think Rachel’s staying at Ross’s tonight, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves,” she explained, and he nodded in agreement, not sure of what she was getting at but wanting to be supportive.

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Later that night, after everyone else had left, Chandler crossed the hall back into Monica’s apartment with a bottle of champagne and some glasses. She invited him in, and he noticed she was more dressed up than usual. She’d put on a little more makeup, and her hair was styled. He could tell she’d spent a lot of time on it, so he made a point to compliment her. She thanked him, then raised her eyebrows when she saw what he had in his hands.

“Oh, yeah… I thought you might need some relaxing,” he winked at her.

She laughed. “Well actually, getting hammered doesn’t sound so bad right about now… but I wanted to talk to you first,” she said, getting straight to the point. She didn’t want to hesitate; she knew what she wanted, and she wanted him to know too.

“Okay, what’s up?” He asked. She motioned for him to sit down, and he began to worry that it was a lot more serious than he’d thought. He sat on the couch uncomfortably, wondering what it was she wanted. A thought passed through his mind, but he quickly scolded himself and pushed it away. No, he thought, there’s no way. Stop dreaming, Bing.

“Well you know that me and Pete just broke up… but what you don’t know is why,” she explained. “You see, a few weeks ago, he started telling me that I was flirting with this guy, and that he didn’t like me doing it. I kept insisting that we were just friends, but he wouldn’t listen. Every time we were together, Pete would get all jealous and upset. He said that even if I didn’t notice it, I had feelings for this guy. And after we broke up, I started thinking about it more, and I realized that he was right. I did have feelings for him… I still do have feelings for him.”

All the while she was explaining, Chandler sat and nodded, still curious as to where he fit into all of this. And suddenly that little thought crept back into his mind, but he once again shrugged it off as quickly as it had come.

“Chandler, are you listening to me?” She asked when she noticed the far off look in his eyes. He quickly nodded and apologized, and she continued. “Do you understand what I’m saying, Chandler?” she questioned him. He shook his head. She took a deep breath, and said what she had wanted to say all along, and had been trying to say between all of the babble about her and Pete’s breakup. “I think… I think I’m falling for you, Chandler.” She looked right into his eyes, trying to detect some reaction, but all she saw was stone. “Chandler?” she asked, getting slightly annoyed.

“Wow… Monica, I um… I really don’t know what to say. I mean, it’s kind of a surprise. Not that it’s a bad thing, I mean… oh I don’t know what the hell I mean,” he mumbled, still trying to sort his feelings out. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he didn’t really know how to feel. He’d wanted this for years, so why wasn’t he taking it? She’s vulnerable. Who knows if she’ll still want me tomorrow… who knows if she’ll even remember any of this tomorrow… he tried to tell himself. “What exactly do you want, Monica?” he finally asked.

“I want you… just for tonight. I want to see if Pete’s right; I want to know if we could be together,” she responded quietly, getting suddenly shy.

He took in her words one at a time, but when he thought about them, the ones that stuck out to him were “just for tonight.” That’s what told him exactly what he’d thought in the first place… she was just confused. She was confused, and she didn’t know where to turn, so she chose him.

“I’m sorry, Monica… I really don’t think I can.” He felt guilty for denying her, but he knew that he was doing the right thing. Since when do you do the right thing? He asked himself. Since my best friend asked me to do her, that’s when, he thought, answering his own question.

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And now he was alone, still flipping channels, trying desperately to get his mind off of her. Maybe he was wrong… maybe she wasn’t just doing it because she didn’t know what else to do. Maybe she actually had feelings for him. Maybe she actually wanted him for good. Maybe, he told himself. Maybe is the problem. Maybe she’ll still want to be with me after the night’s over, but maybe she won’t…but would that really be so bad? He questioned himself. It could be his only chance to be with Monica, even if it was only for one night. Even if he had to promise to forget all about it in the morning… even if she forgot all about it in the morning. They’d still have tonight.

He made his decision, and quickly shut the TV off. He wrote a little note on the Magna Doodle in case Joey was wondering where he was. He claimed he went out with Janice. He knew Joey wouldn’t call him or come look for him if he thought he was with Janice. He quickly walked out the door and across the hall. He knocked on Monica’s door, and heard a quiet “come in” from inside.

He opened the door to find her sitting on the couch, cuddled into a ball with one of the pillows. He smiled slightly at her, and went over to sit next to her. He looked in her eyes, taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful they were. He took a few more seconds, and then said to her, “all right. I’ll do it… I want to do it.” He saw a smile cross her face, but it was quickly replaced with a puzzled expression.

“Why did you say no before? And why did you change your mind?” She asked him curiously. He told her what he had thought, and she smiled at him reassuringly. “Chandler, I don’t just have sex with guys for the hell of it, you know. I do have to feel something for them if I’m willing to go that far,” she told him. He nodded in agreement, and then sat still, not really knowing what to do. He thought about kissing her, but decided that she should be the one to make the first move. It had been her idea… and it was too awkward for him.

She noticed the confused look on his face, and chuckled to herself. She couldn’t get over how cute he was, especially when he was unsure of himself. She took in another deep breath, reached her hand up to stroke his hair, and slowly leaned in to softly press her lips against his. She was amazed by how soft they were; she felt like she was kissing velvet. She felt him part her lips with his tongue, and gently push it inside of her mouth. He reached around her and began rubbing her back softly, his other hand slowly gliding up and down her thigh. He knew then that he wanted this as much as her.

“Chandler, bedroom…” she insisted. She knew that Rachel was gone, but she didn’t want to take the chance of her coming back and seeing them together. She wanted this just between her and Chandler for now.

He got up and pulled her off the couch, looking deeply into her eyes as he did so. She pulled him in for another kiss as he turned her around and backed her into the bedroom. Once inside, he began to softly kiss her neck and shoulders as he gently pushed the straps of her dress down. He ran his hands down her arms, leaving goose bumps behind them. He reached around her dress and unzipped it carefully, and backed away to watch it fall to the floor. He tried his best to keep in control, and stared at her, in awe of how beautiful she was. He had dreamed of her naked many times, but he never imagined it would be like it was. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, let alone been able to touch. He swore under his breath, then reached his arm back out to her. He rested his hands on her hips as she wrapped hers around his neck and kissed him softly. He gently pushed her onto the bed, kneeling down in front of her as he did so. Still kissing her, he began running his hands along her thighs once again. As his lips left hers, she gave a slight disappointed whimper, but sighed in pleasure when he kissed her stomach. He continued to kiss her body, stopping at her thighs to gently suck on the sensitive skin. Once again, she sighed deeply, and wrapped her hands in his hair. Using his hands, he pulled her legs further apart, and she softly moaned when she felt his hot breath on her. He placed his lips on her entrance, and slowly but firmly penetrated her with his tongue. She moaned louder this time, and closed her eyes. He drank from her for ten minutes, while she moaned along, before she stopped him.

“Chandler, wait,” she said. “There’s time for that later… you know what I want.” He didn’t need any more encouragement. He stood up, and she helped him out of his clothes. When he pulled down his boxers, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes at the size of him. Everyone had always joked about him being small, so she had prepared herself for a little less than this. But she certainly wasn’t about to complain. She backed up to the headboard as he climbed on top of her. He bent down to kiss her neck once again, and reached his hand down to guide himself inside of her. She closed her eyes and sighed while he pushed gently into her, and moaned when he began to move slowly in and out.

“Ohhhhh god… oh, oh Chandler,” she moaned into his ear as he picked up the pace. She was amazed at how good he felt; better than anyone she’d ever made love to before. She leaned up and nibbled on his ear, making him shiver and moan. As he came closer, he spread her legs wider and pushed himself in deeper. As soon as he did this, she began to tremble and become weak. He pushed one final time, and felt her release beneath him. She moaned loudly as her muscles clenched around him tightly. At the sound, feel, and sight of her experiencing an incredibly powerful orgasm beneath him, Chandler shuddered and came inside of her, shooting his juice deep into her core.

It was then that they both realized they hadn’t used a condom, and he asked her if she was on the pill. When she replied that she was, he relaxed in her arms as she gently stroked his hair.

“Thank you, Chandler,” she said softly. He looked up at her, amazed that she was thanking him for that incredible sex. Laughing gently to himself, he replied, “no, Monica, thank you.”

They lay together for what seemed like forever before she finally asked the question that he had been thinking about since that night. “Not just for tonight?” she asked. He gently stroked her cheek and brushed the hair out of her eyes, quietly whispering, “not just for tonight.”

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To be continued… just so you know ;) Hope you liked. Please review, this is my first fic and I’d like to know if I should write more! Thanks (