So this is a little bit of fluffy stuff to counteract with angst and drama in the other story of mine. This is set in season three: right after Ross and Rachel break up and Rachel invites everybody but Ross on a ski trip. Chandler, Monica and Joey are in the backseat, Rachel in the passenger and Phoebe is driving-Just a little refresher. BTW Chandler is NOT smoking in this story. Just because I don't like it when he smokes.
I hope you enjoy and leave a review when you get to the end! :)
Chandler was bored.
There was nobody talking, in fact, everybody was asleep except him and Phoebe.
He didn't blame his friends though, it was getting late after the whole out of gas thing. He tried to see the time on his watch, but with no moon out, the car was incredibly dark.
He tried to play the alphabet game with the road signs, but it just wasn't as fun as it was playing with other people, and besides, the further they got out of the city, the signs were becoming few and far between.
He shifted in his seat and draped his arm across the back, causing Monica to shift closer to him and lay her head on his shoulder. He dropped his arm so that it was around her and pulled her even closer to him. His eyebrows shot up.
Good grief, she smelled good.
He leaned down closer to her head and smelled the top of it. She smelled of lavender and suddenly, he wanted her even closer to him. He used his right arm and scooped under her knees, laying them down on his lap.
There, he thought, that's got to be more comfortable.
He looked up in the darkness at Phoebe, whose face he only saw when a car on the other side of the road passed them. He saw headphones on her head, and followed the cord down to the console, where she had them plugged into a Walkman.
No wonder she was so quiet.
A piece of Monica's hair moved on her face and before his brain caught up with his hand, he dragged it to behind her ear. He was staring at her when her beautiful blue eyes opened, catching him red handed.
She smiled at him and turned her head further into his hand, and it was only then he realized that he still had it next to her face. She looked up at him again and smiled bigger when he smiled at her.
"Hi." She whispered, and he was relieved that the unspoken request to remain quiet was understood by her.
"Hey." He whispered back, and finally moved his hand down her body, pulling her closer.
"What are you doing?" She asked him.
He rubbed his hand up and down her leg, "I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable." He told her, smiling down at her again.
She nodded, "I am." She moved her head up his shoulder a little more so that she could see his face better. He watched her as she turned her head to look at the driver.
"She can't hear us."
Monica turned her head back to where it was, "Good."
Chandler looked over at Joey, who began to snore even louder. Monica giggled, and he found it to be the sexiest sound he'd heard in a year. He smiled at her again, "I love it when you laugh."
She looked up at him through the darkness and leaned up a little to place her lips on his cheek.
His smile at her continued, and his face burned where her lips touched it. He didn't understand why, but he had the sudden, painful urge to lean down and kiss her.
Well, yes. He did know why.
It was a stupid idea though, because this wasn't just anybody.
This was Monica.
It wasn't somebody he was dating or even somebody who wanted to date him.
He'd been thinking about her a lot recently, though. She truly was his best friend-the one person he could tell anything to and be completely himself.
And he loved her.
She was looking at him again and rubbing her hand on his right arm, the one that wasn't wrapped around her.
Why can't he kiss her?
An innocent kiss between friends wouldn't be a problem, right?
She licked her lips and his stomach flipped upside down. Was she trying to kill him?
His mind argument was interrupted when she whispered to him again, "What's wrong?"
Chandler shook his head, "Nothing." He moved his hand back up her body and cupped her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb and before he convinced himself not to, he asked her the question that was just behind his lips for a while now. "Can I kiss you?"
Her face changed immediately from smiling to serious, and his heart sank all the way down to the road beneath them.
Crap! Crap, crap crap! He thought, his mouth suddenly got dry and he worried if he ruined their entire friendship. He was about to laugh like he was kidding with her when she moved her head.
"Yes, you can kiss me." She whispered to him. He moved his hand back up to her face and put one finger under her chin, pulling her up to his mouth.
He only brushed his lips against hers at first, and good gracious he felt it all the way down to his toes.
He wasn't exactly sure how far she would allow him to take this. He leaned down again and captured her lips, and his silent question was answered when she opened her mouth for him to explore it further.
Monica moved her hands from around his neck to his shirt, grabbing it with both of her fists and holding them there so he would go anywhere until she was finished with him.
Chandler moved his head back just a little, breaking the kiss and looking right into her eyes. He quickly looked up at Phoebe to make sure she was still oblivious, and she was, so he turned back to her and leaned his forehead against hers. "You know, you're pretty good at that." He kissed the tip of her nose and then on the cheek.
She was still holding his shirt like it was her lifeline, "You're not so bad yourself." She whispered to him, trying to get control of her breathing again. He wanted more.
He wanted all of her.
He dipped his head again and placed his lips on hers, taking his time this time. If he had known her mouth tasted this good, he would've kissed her a long time ago. His hands found their way up her body to the back of her head, where he tangled his hands in her soft hair.
Neither of them pulled back for a while, and it was only when Monica let out a moan did he remember that there were other people around them. He reluctantly pulled back from her.
Phoebe laughed, and both of them snapped their heads towards her, but she wasn't looking at them or anybody else, just the road ahead of her. She was laughing at the story she was listening to on her Walkman, Chandler decided. And that was good, because he'd hate to have to try and explain to Phoebe why him and Monica were in her backseat making out like horny teenagers.
He let out a relieved sigh and leaned up a little to see if Joey, who had quit snoring a little while ago, was still asleep. And he was.
Monica pulled him back to her lips for one more kiss; this one wasn't as slow, but just as sweet. Finally releasing his shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned up and kissed his cheek on the way to his ear, "You don't need permission to kiss me next time."
He looked into her eyes, smiling, "So I can kiss you anytime I want?"
She giggled again and kissed him leaning up to his ear, "As long as you do it like that."
"Yes ma'am." He said and kissed her liked that one last time as the cab turned off of the highway. They were getting close to their destination.
When they broke this time, Monica moved off of his lap back to the middle of the car. Chandler sat up straighter and smoothed his shirt out where it was wrinkled from her fists.
He smiled down at her, and she smiled back up at him.
He couldn't wait to kiss her again.