Title: "Like I'm Gonna Lose You"
Date Penned: 4.11.2020
Main Character(s): Roxanne and Chandler
Author: Slo Motion
Rating: T; language, some violence, some sexual content
Song(s) Used: None
Setting: Season 7, during the episode "I Love Lucy." Starts as Chandler brings Roxanne home from their date.
Disclaimer: 7th Heaven is not mine.
Summary: AU season 7 fic. A close call with danger reaffirms their feelings for each other. (Chandler/Roxanne)
A/N: I'm a dirty, dirty liar. I know I said I was moving onto different fandoms, but this idea has been rattling around my head for months so I decided to type it up despite the fact that no one will probably read it. This will most likely be my last 7H fanfic, though.
Chandler drove up to Roxanne's house. He put the brake on his car and turned to his girlfriend.
Roxanne smiled lovingly at him. He took her hand and kissed it. Roxanne giggled.
"Thanks for a magical night," Roxanne said and then kissed his cheek.
In response, Chandler pulled her into a passionate kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other as it grew more intense.
Roxanne moved to kiss his neck, but Chandler stopped her. She looked at him, confused.
"I don't want to cross any lines here," He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Roxanne pouted, "You just enjoy saying no to me, don't you?"
"Trust me, it's not easy," Chandler replied with a wink.
"Then why not just give in?" Roxanne asked seductively.
She placed a hand on one of his legs. Playfully, she ran it up and down his thigh. Chandler moved her hand off of him.
Roxanne pouted again, "Chandler..."
"I can't, I'm sorry. You know why. We've talked about this," Chandler said sternly.
Roxanne sighed in frustration. Why couldn't he just let go of his hesitations already?!
"Now, I don't want to start an argument over this after we had such an amazing night. So I'll say goodnight now," He said, avoiding eye contact.
Roxanne sighed again, "Goodnight."
Roxanne got out of the car, defeated. If only she could've gotten him to come inside and stay the night...
She loved him and wanted desperately to take their relationship to the next level. To feel his body against hers, clothes tossed aside on the floor.
A familiar and frustrating tingle ran throughout her body as she pictured the above scenario.
She gave a feeble wave to Chandler as he drove off. He waved back as he pulled away.
Then he was gone.
Roxanne took notice to how empty her street was shortly after he left.
She shrugged to herself. It was Valentine's Day night, after all. She imagined her neighbors were involved in various romantic plans. Valentine's Day was a borderline religious holiday in Glen Oak.
Roxanne dug through her purse for her house key. Her father was working an overnight shift and wouldn't be home for hours, therefore the door was locked.
Once she got the key out, she started towards the door.
As she walked, a figure jumped out behind her. A figure of a man who was quiet and careful enough not to attract her attention.
He grabbed Roxanne from behind, making her yelp in surprise.
"Shut up, bitch!" He shouted.
Roxanne was about to scream again when she felt the steel blade of a knife against her throat. Involuntarily, tears slipped from her eyes.
"Listen here, bitch. You scream again, I'll slit your fucking throat. Got it?" He threatened her.
Roxanne could only nod as tears streamed down her face. Some tears hit the arm he was restraining her with.
He rolled his eyes, "All you can do is cry like the useless woman you are? Pathetic!"
Roxanne wanted to tell him where to shove it, but it was not a wise idea to tell off a man who had a knife to your throat.
"Now, listen," He barked. "We're going to get in my car and you're coming with me, got it?
"Ye-yes," Roxanne replied in a small voice.
She was shoved violently forward, barely managing to stay on her feet due to her being in heels.
But, she was no longer in his grasp.
Though it was delayed, her fighting instinct kicked in at that moment.
She was a police officer, after all. Not a weak little victim. She was trained to take men like this one down.
As he leered towards her, Roxanne spun around to face him. Without a second thought, she kicked him as hard as she could in the balls.
Grunting in pain, the man fell to the ground clutching the tender area. His knife landed beside him, having escaped his grip.
As fast as she could, Roxanne kicked off her heels and grabbed the knife before he could. Though as she did so, his free hand grabbed her leg.
Using her free foot, Roxanne kicked him in the head as hard as she could manage to. He grunted in pain again.
"You fucking bitch! When I get up, I'll catch you and beat you to death with my bare hands!" He shouted as Roxanne wiggled out of his grip and ran towards her car.
She moved much faster than she could before thanks to ditching her shoes. The man tried to get up and go after her, but his groin was still throbbing from her kick.
Roxanne got in her car and tossed the knife in the passenger seat along with her purse after locating her keys again. Slamming the driver's door shut, she put the key in the ignition and started the car.
She prayed it wouldn't be like in a bad horror movie when the characters' car wouldn't start, rendering them unable to escape danger by vehicle. But, luckily for her, the engine roared to life.
"Thank you!" Roxanne shouted to no one in particular as she drove off.
She was speeding, but she didn't care. Surely the law can be overlooked when you're outrunning a psychopath.
Where should she go now? Logic and her head told her to go to the police station and her dad.
But, her racing heart told her to go to the home of the one it yearned for.
Ignoring logic, Roxanne found herself speeding towards his house.
Ringing his doorbell frantically, Roxanne looked around to make sure that man hadn't somehow followed her.
He answered the door, still partially dressed in the suit he had worn on their date. His jacket and tie were gone.
Confusion filled his face upon seeing her.
"Roxanne, why are you here so late?" He asked in a puzzled tone.
Upon hearing his voice, Roxanne felt the tears falling again. All of her fight or flight adrenaline had worn off and she was now terrified again. She could have died tonight!
Chandler was bewildered, not expecting this response from her.
"Roxanne...?" He asked in a soft voice.
Roxanne threw herself against him. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him.
"What's going on, Roxanne?" He asked, now highly concerned.
She shook against him. Still worried for her, he wrapped his own arms around her.
"Oh Chandler, it was awful! I don't know how I managed to get away! I almost was killed!" Roxanne exclaimed through sobs.
Chandler's eyes widened in shock, "Got away? Almost killed? What happened to you?!"
Roxanne didn't reply, she just continued sobbing into his shirt.
"Maybe we should go inside," Chandler suggested as he felt her tears soaking him.
She simply nodded against him. He pulled her gently inside, closing and locking the door behind him.
"…and that's what happened. It's nothing short of a miracle that I managed to get away," Roxanne said, still shaking and crying.
Chandler was shocked and horrified upon hearing his beloved's ordeal. He moved closer to her and kissed her forehead. He then used a hand to dry her tears. Finally, he reached out and took her hand.
"Thank God you're alright. I'm so sorry that happened to you. We should call the police," Chandler suggested as he caressed her hand.
Roxanne shook her head, "No – not yet. I just want to stay here with you right now."
"But Roxanne..." Chandler started to say, but Roxanne cut him off.
"Chandler, please. I'm still so freaked out. I just want to stay with you. Your comfort is all I need at the moment," Roxanne pleaded.
Chandler nodded in understanding, despite not being the biggest fan of the idea.
Oh well. At least his lovely Roxanne was here with him, safe.
Looking in her eyes, he saw her fear. But he also saw her love. Love that she had for him.
And he saw something else deep back there...desire. A strange feeling of want rushed through his body upon seeing that.
He couldn't hide behind denial or say no anymore. He wanted her. Desperately as she wanted him did he want her.
It was stupid to pretend he didn't want to do what she desired. He almost lost the love of his life tonight and here he was holding back the desire he should be acting on? Ridiculous!
Time to act on it...
He kissed her hand gently and lovingly. Roxanne stopped crying and smiled at him.
"You always know how to make me feel better, don't you?" She asked in a tender voice.
He didn't reply. He simply kissed up her arm.
"I love you," He whispered against her skin.
Shivers went down her spine as his kisses reached her neck. Roxanne's eyes widened in surprise as he started to also nibble there. A love bite appeared in the spot he nibbled shortly afterwards.
"Mine forever," He purred against her neck.
Roxanne was in complete shock.
Even more to her surprise, Chandler unhooked the back of her dress. It slid down, revealing her chest to him. He smiled against her skin.
He started to move a hand to her chest, but Roxanne stopped him. He pulled away from her, a confused look upon his face.
"What's wrong?" He asked gently.
"I thought you said earlier that you couldn't do this," She replied.
He put his face close to hers, "Roxanne, tonight taught me how stupid it is to wait. I could have lost you. I don't want to hold back or deny these feelings anymore. Roxanne, I want you to be totally mine in every way possible."
Roxanne nuzzled her nose with his, "Silly, I already am yours. Forever."
"You know what I mean," He replied seductively.
"I do. All I can say is: Chandler, I love you. I've wanted you this way since the day we met. I want us to come closer than ever tonight," Roxanne said with all the love in the world in her voice.
His lips met hers, mouths parting and tongues meeting in the deepest kiss they had ever shared. In the process, they got up off the couch.
Roxanne's dress slid completely off, leaving her nearly naked. She stepped out of the dress as he broke the kiss to admire her.
"Beautiful...you are beautiful," He whispered into her ear.
He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, kicking the door shut. She was then gently placed onto the bed. He gazed at her with love filled eyes.
He climbed next to her and smiled gently at her as his hand caressed her cheek.
"My Roxanne...I love you," He said in husky voice.
"My Chandler...I love you too. Let me show you how much," She replied sweetly.
His hand went to touch her breast, but she halted him.
"You've done so much for me tonight. Let me take care of you first," She said in the sexiest voice she possessed.
She urged him onto his back. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing each new piece of skin that was exposed. He let out a pleasured groan.
"Roxanne..." He hissed in pleasure.
She finished the unbuttoning and took off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. She then moved to undo his pants...
Eventually, their foreplay died down. Their lips met yet again as both were now completely bare. Any remaining garments were shed long ago.
He moved on top of her. Their bodies became one in that moment.
She moaned softly into his mouth. Fantasies did come true, after all.
Despite the horror she had experienced earlier that night, she felt no more fear or pain. All she felt now was happiness and an overwhelming amount of love for the man on top of her.
They would go to the police in the morning. That man would face justice.
Right now, all Roxanne wanted to do was remain in her lover's embrace, tangled together.
Yes, even with all the trouble, this was a magical night indeed. That man would not ruin it. She didn't need him invading her thoughts.
All she needed was Chandler. And she had a feeling he needed her, too.
Despite having a rough patch, this was her favorite Valentine's Day by far. And something told her it would remain that way.
Deepening their kiss, he grunted in pleasure against her mouth. His hips sunk deeper into hers.
Oh yes, it would.