December 25th - Christmas Day

Chandler awoke the next morning, instantly remembering who was in his arms. He smiled, instinctively tugging her closer against him; his smile widening as he felt her shift even nearer, a contented sigh escaping from her lips. Opening his eyes he took in her morning look, her tangled curls, her pale skin and those eyes. Just beautiful.

"Morning," he croaked.

"Morning and merry Christmas," she grinned happily.

"Easily the best start to a Christmas Day ever," he informed her, his eyes creasing in the corners as they just smiled at each other.

He still couldn't believe last night had happened, that she wanted to be in a relationship with him. After all those years of wanting, his wish had finally come true. His thumbs idly caressed the skin beneath his hands, savouring what it was like to wake up with her in his arms, to have her smiling like this.

Eventually she leaned forward, softly placing a kiss to his lips which curled his toes.

"My best Christmas too," she murmured against his mouth, before deepening the kiss.

With a groan he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him, letting all his senses become filled with her as he sunk into the kiss.

He never wanted to wake up any other way again...

"Hello?"

"Hi mom," Chandler spoke into the telephone receiver a while later.

"Chandler! Where are you, sweetheart?"

"Our car had some troubles, so we're stuck on route in some small town..."

"We?" she asked surprised. "I didn't know you were bringing anyone? And I thought you were flying?"

"It's a long story," he couldn't help the goofy look that came over his face, very pleased that neither his mom or Monica could see it. "I was meant to be dropping off a friend on the way. Look I'll try ringing around rescue services shortly to see if anyone's working today, but I'm not hopeful...so, I'll probably be stuck here for Christmas. I'm sorry."

"That's alright, darling it can't be helped. Besides, I doubt you'd be able to make it today anyhow, the storm here is getting worse. Apparently they have closed off some roads and told people to stay indoors. Which isn't really a hardship as my companion from last night is still here, so we can always just-"

"TMI, mom," he cut her off, shaking his head.

Just because he'd been up to that sort of stuff himself last night, he really didn't want to hear that she had as well.

"Ok, ok, I'll say no more about the rather dashing stranger from Italy, although he is giving me plenty of ideas for my new book."

He could hear the laughter in her voice and swore she did it on purpose.

"That's great to know," he deadpanned, "thanks."

"Well, let's write this visit off, there's no point risking coming all the way up here even if you do fix your car but I'll try and see you when I'm New York in February."

"Sure, merry Christmas, mom."

"You too, Chandler."

As he hung up the phone he heard the bathroom door open and smiled warmly as Monica appeared, "Hey."

"Hey," she smiled back walking into his waiting arms, "I take it you got hold of your mom ok?"

"Yep," he nodded, pecking her lips. "Did you wanna ring, Ross, see if he can come down and get you? It's still early."

"What about you?" she frowned and he shrugged slightly.

"I'll be fine, I can stay here with the car."

"But Chandler...it's Christmas."

"I know," he promised softly, his eyes dancing as the corners of his mouth curled up, "but I already got the best Christmas gift possible. I don't need the turkey or terrible films on the tv, you've made my year, Mon and I'll float my way through this holiday, trust me. Ring Ross, you shouldn't miss out on spending time with your family."

"But I like spending time with you," she admitted, her hands playing with the front of his shirt. "We just got together."

"And I like being around you and I can't wait to find out what dating Monica Geller is like, but I've been waiting for this a long time. I'm ok to wait a few more days. Go see everyone, see Ben."

She studied him carefully.

"You're sure?" she finally asked. "I hate the idea of you being on your own."

"Hopefully I'll be able to find someone to fix the cab and I'll be out of here. If not, from what I saw of this town last night, I don't think being left alone will be an option. They seem very friendly and close knit - I'm expecting multiple offers of Christmas dinners and carols around the fire. You wait, by the time we're both back in New York I'll have gained like 30lbs."

Monica chuckled at the image.

"Ok, I'll ring Ross but he might not be able to get down here- it will take up a good couple of hours away from everyone."

"You're worth it," he promised, pleased when she rewarded him with a kiss. "Speaking of which, before you phone him I have a little present for you."

"A present?" she crinkled her brow as he slid out of their embrace, heading for his packed bag. "Why?"

"Um, it's kinda a Christmas tradition," he teased as he easily located the small box. "People exchanging gifts and all."

"I understand the concept," she rolled her eyes, "but I didn't get you anything."

"You got me the hat," he pointed out, pointing to the headwear which was sat on the arm of the couch, still deprived of it's mistletoe.

"But-"

"You'll offend me if you don't take it," he warned her amused as he held out the gift-wrapped box to her, waving it at her. "Come on, open it."

She eyed him before eying the box before eyeing him again. He just wiggled his eyebrows in response, silently goading her, both knew there was only one outcome.

"Ok," she smiled, taking the neatly wrapped present from him, "thank you."

Carefully she removed the delicate paper, revealing a small jewellery box.

"Chan-"

"Open it," he cut through her protests.

Gently she did, gasping at the beautiful necklace inside.

"My god..."

"I know it's not the most fancy," he hurried on, suddenly doubtful if she would even like it. It was a simple piece. A small chain with a simple heart attached. At one of the corners was a tiny diamond, which sparkled as it caught the light, "and I know that you already have lots of pretty necklaces but-"

"Are you kidding?" she looked up at him, still in awe. "It's beautiful, I can't believe you did this. I mean," she swallowed, possibly for the first time in her life lost for words.

"I wanted to," he admitted, "I just, I saw it and I thought of you. I just pictured you wearing it and even if you didn't feel the same way as I did then at least you'd always know I loved you...even as just a friend."

"I do feel the same way," she promised, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his for a long kiss.

"I was kinda hopeful you did after last night," he teased.

She chuckled, carefully removing the chain and placing the box on the side.

"Help me with it?" she asked, holding out each end.

With a swallow he moved to stand behind her, gently brushing the hair away from her neck and placing a little kiss on the exposed skin before he took and fastened the chain. She turned to face him, allowing him to appreciate the jewellery.

"It suits you," he told her, his voice dropping, "really suits you."

"I love it, thank you Chandler."

"You're welcome."

His hands cupped her face, the pads of his thumbs caressing her cheeks for a moment before he tilted her face and leaned in. He heard her moan slightly and deepened the kiss further, feeling her arms come around his waist, holding him close. He didn't think he'd ever get used to kissing this woman. They took a step backwards, heading in the direction of the bed when there was an unwelcome knock at the door.

With a sigh they reluctantly pulled apart and quickly composing himself, he went to answer it.

"Merry Christmas!" Liz greeted them, a santa hat on her head. "How did you sleep?"

"Honestly, the best night of my life" Chandler told her, throwing a knowing look to Monica who just shook her head at him.

"I'm glad to hear it, now come on down for breakfast."

"You don't have to do that," Monica insisted but Liz shook her head, dismissing them.

"Nonsense, now come along."

Obediently they followed, nodding good morning to Hank who had been forced to wear some reindeer antlers before joining a few other guests that were there. They exchanges pleasantries and idle holiday chitchat with the others, although it was made more enjoyable by the occasional footsie game that was being exchanged under the cover of the table.

"Monica! Chandler!" One of the women from last night greeted, coming through the door just as breakfast was finished.

"Morning," Chandler greeted, feeling a little guilty he couldn't remember her name.

"Go grab your bags, I've got a surprise for you."

They exchanged wary glances.

"Um thanks," he tried, "but we aren't really surprise kinda people."

"Don't be silly," Liz beamed, obviously in on the secret. "Go get your bits and follow Annie. Merry Christmas."

Bemused, they again did as they were instructed, finding themselves shoved into the back of a landrover.

"So, ah, where are we headed?" Chandler pried, trying to establish if it was true what people said about small town's, the whole 'it's a local town, for local people' and any strangers that unwittingly ventured too near were turned into the Christmas sacrifice.

"You weren't kidding about not being good at surprises were you?" she laughed. "We'll be there in just a minute."

Sure enough, around 60 seconds later they were pulling up by a familiar yellow cab. He exchanged a look with Monica.

"Um thanks, but we hadn't gotten around to ringing any car guys yet and there's no working phone here so..."

She laughed, causing him to frown, throwing another look at Monica. Was this how the sacrifirice began?

"My hubby is a mechanic," she smiled at their shocked faces, "he came out first thing and took a look at it."

"Seriously?" Chandler asked as the exited the car and headed for the cab.

Monica jumped in, starting the engine, smiling as it came to life immediately.

"How?" Chandler asked turning to Annie, "I mean...how?"

"Our celebrations don't start until later and Michael knew you still had some driving to do so he insisted on taking a look. To be honest he probably just wanted to escape the morning service," she laughed at her own joke. "It was the only car here so it was obviously yours, plus it was a simple fix so...merry Christmas."

"Thank you, you're like our Christmas Angel, a miracle worker! Please thank him for us and the others."

"I will, oh and next time, fill up with gas."

He blinked, "Gas?"

"Yep," her smile grew. "Turns out the fuel meter is faulty, the tank was completely empty."

"Oh," he was sure his ears had turned pink with embarrassment. "Well, um, thank you anyhow."

"No worries," she chuckled, "Happens to all of us. Merry Christmas kids."

She got back into her car, waving at them as she disappeared.

"We ran out of gas?" She asked incredulously, suddenly behind him.

"I don't remember you telling me to pull over for any," he defeneded although turning to face her he could seem the humor in her eyes. "This stays between us right?"

"Yep," she laughed, pulling him down for a quick kiss. "Let's go, we'll still be in time for lunch."

Smiling, pleased she'd still get her Christmas, he nodded, jumping into the cab

"So," Chandler swallowed as he pulled up behind Jack's rented mini bus. "We're here."

"Yeah," she agreed although she didn't look as happy as she should.

"Hey?" He asked as he shut off the engine, his hand dropping to her thigh. "We're finally here, finally at the cabin, show some enthusiasm please."

She offered him a half smile, "I am excited, really I am but I guess I'm just a little disappointed that this bit is over." She shrugged a little before glancing down at her lap, her hands twisting.

"You'll see me again in a few days," he said softly, taking her hands in his. "This… thing between us isn't just gonna disappear, I won't let it."

She looked up at him and he gave her his best boyish smile.

"Just enjoy being with your family, Mon, it's Christmas and you've come all this way."

"You're right," she admitted, "sorry."

He shook his head but before he could say anything there was an excited scream.

"Auntie Monica!"

A huge proud smile lit up her face and Chandler smiled fondly, pleased she was so close to her nephew.

She pushed open the door and scooped down to pick Ben up and give him a tight squeeze.

"I thought I heard a car," Jack appeared, enveloping both his grandson and daughter into a large hug.

Chandler couldn't help the poignant smile as he watched the family scenes. Still, he was glad Monica had this and more importantly that she hadn't missed out on it. Stepping out of car he stretched his legs, closing the door and coming around to join them.

"Chandler," Jack greeted walking over to him. "Thank you for getting my little harmonica here in one piece."

"It was my pleasure, sir," he promised, a hint of a smile on his face as he caught Monica's eyes. "It was quite the adventure."

"So I hear and call me Jack," he told him just as Judy and Ross came out to see what all the fuss was about. "Monica and Chandler have arrived," he called to them.

"Hey," Ross greeted, coming over to slap him on the back as Judy went to meet Monica. "You guys made it."

"Only just," he grinned.

"Can you stay long or is your mom expecting you?"

"Uh-" Chandler winced.

"Where is your mother?" Judy asked, fussing over Monica's 'cab' hair, which to Chandler looked adorable.

"Oh, she's in Maine, Bangor to be precise."

"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Maine's experiencing some awful storms. Roads are closed, some power lines are down..."

"Yeah uh," he wet his lips, "I spoke to her this morning and we've decided to call it quits for this year. We'll try again sometime in the New Year, so I'll head back to New York."

"What? You can't spend Christmas alone," Ross stated surprised, shooting a look to Monica as to confirm his story. She shrugged slightly, looking down, also saddened by the fact.

"It's no big deal," he dismissed with a wave, "I'm really not that bothered by Christmas."

"Stay with us," Jack ordered, "That's alright isn't Judy? I mean there's plenty of food."

"No, you really don't have to," Chandler tried.

"We do have plenty of food," Judy said carefully. "You do eat Christmas food right? I remember you boycotting Thanksgiving food but lunch's already cooking."

"Anything's great but-"

"Then stay," Monica said softly, meeting his eyes. "Please."

"Ok, but just for the meal and then-"

"No," she shook her head, "Stay for the holiday."

"We can't kick you out on Christmas," Jack backed up. "Especially after you drove Monica all the way up here. Stay with us, it's only for a couple of days now and then Monica can accompany you back."

A smile spread across his face as he nodded, "Ok, thank you." Then a thought suddenly came to him. These weren't Ross' parents anymore. These were Monica's parents. These were the parents of the woman he loved and was about to start a relationship with, he couldn't screw this up. "I really appreciate that, thank you."

"Right, I better go check on the oven," Judy announced walking away.

"And we," Ross said, picking up Ben, "better go clean up before lunch."

Chandler opened the trunk, revealing the numerous bags.

"Let me help with some of those," Jack said, grabbing a couple, groaning at their weight as he struggled to get them into the cabin.

Realizing they were alone and probably wouldn't get many opportunities for the next couple of days, Chandler acted quickly. He placed a hand on either hip, spinning her so her back was against the cab, pressing his body hard against hers. He swallowed her surprised gasp as he kissed her passionately. Her hands roamed his back, one raked through his hair as his grip on her tightened.

He wished they were alone, wished they were still on their road trip and could take this further but they couldn't. He felt himself getting lost in her caresses, her talented lips and hands evoking all sorts of feelings in him. He knew they needed to separate, break this off. Knew if he was caught he'd probably be sent on his way immediately with no food but he kept telling the niggling voices, just a few more seconds. Just a few more-

There was a strangled gasp behind him and knowing it wasn't from Monica they quickly pulled apart. He turned, cringing as Ross' shocked face greeted them.

"Wh-? I-? Wh-?"

The fact he couldn't even form a word wasn't a good sign.

"Ross," Monica let her hand trail down Chandler's arm as she left his side, approaching her brother. Her hand went onto his shoulder, forcing him to look at her, before speaking softly. "It's ok."

Ross stared at her before his eyes darted to Chandler. Chandler nodded, unsure what else to do.

"Is this some weird Christmas thing?" he asked.

"No," Monica shook her head.

"Are you together?"

"Yes," Monica nodded, her own eyes darting to Chandler and he nodded again a bright smile on his face. He couldn't believe they were finally together. "It's only a recent development but it's something we both want."

Ross looked between the two of them and finally nodded himself.

"Ok," he swallowed, "I won't lie and say it's not strange, because it is but I, uh I'll guess I'll get used to it. Especially if you plan on doing that throughout this break."

"We'll try to be more discreet," Chandler cringed, not liking the idea of her brother, parents or nephew catching them making out.

"Thank you, I'd rather my son not be scarred for life," he threw them a teasing smile. "So, does anyone else know?"

"No, when she said recent she really meant recent," Chandler chuckled as she came back over to him and slipped an arm around his waist. His went over her shoulders, pulling her to him. "Less than 24 hours recent."

"Wow," he took this in. "Well, um congrats I guess. If it's what you both want then I'm happy for you, but," he paused, looking a them, tilting his head to the side as one would studying an abstract piece of art. "It's still weird."

"We're sorry," Chandler joked, kissing the top of her head.

They heard the door open and the pair quickly untangled.

"Kids, lunch is almost ready!" Judy called.

"We'll be right there," Ross shouted back. Before addressing his best friend and sister once more. "I only came out to help you with bags, dad felt his back going. Wait," he paused, "this means they don't know, right?"

"Right," Monica frowned at his tone.

"Are you gonna tell them?"

"Sure," she shrugged, looking at Chandler to ensure he didn't mind. He shrugged, letting her know it was up to her.

"Can you hold off until I tell them something?" Ross asked, looking a little worried.

"Like what?" Monica frowned as she handed him some bags. "You're not announcing an engagement or something to upstage me?"

"Nothing like that," he promised. "It's just, trust me ok. Right now they don't really...they've never..."

"What?" Chandler asked, his brow furrowed.

"They've never really liked you," Ross finished quickly.

"What?" Chandler barked, his eyes shooting to Monica in shock. "I just drove their daughter here, they invited me to stay here, how can they not like me?"

"I'll fix it, just give me a bit of time before you tell them," Ross asked, although he looked a little uneasy.

"Fine, but I'm not going to let her start going on about how I'm still single," Monica warned.

"Ok," he agreed, hurrying into the house.

"You knew about this?" Chandler asked her but she shrugged, a little awkwardly.

"I kinda knew," she admitted. "I never really found out why or cared. I just assumed it was that awful first impression you made with them. Remember your hair?" she laughed at the memory.

"Hey, this is no laughing matter and Ross' hair was just as bad as mine."

She smiled at him, that beautiful reassuring smile that just seemed to soothe his soul.

"Ross obviously knows what's going on, so we'll leave it to him, ok?" she stepped forward, her arms looping around his neck. "Besides, they'll spend some time with you on this vacation and realize just how incredible you are."

She placed a peck of a kiss on his willing lips before stepping away and grabbing some bags.

"Ok," Chandler sighed as he took the rest, closing the trunk. He still wasn't entirely comfortable. He could deal with people not liking him, he was ok with that, but not Monica's parents. He hadn't really been in any relationships serious enough to 'meet the parents' but he knew it was important. He'd never want Monica to be stuck in the middle of anything.

"Hey," she paused momentarily and he glanced at her curious. "Stop brooding, it's really going to be ok and if it helps, you made a good first impression on me."

"Really?" he frowned surprised as they continued to the door, "I thought you hated me back then."

"Oh, I did, not until later though. My first impressions were you were cute, in fact," she wiggled her eyebrows as she opened the door and lowered her voice, "I kinda had a crush on you."

Chandler froze, wincing as the door closed on his face moments later. He heard her giggle the other side, saw the sparkle in her eyes and let the knowledge that she'd had a crush on him at somepoint, warm his chest.

The fact that the Geller's didn't like him, bothered him slightly less.

She liked him, that was the important thing.

And for some reason, she liked him a lot.

Chandler found himself sat around the decorated solid wooden table, enjoying the Geller Christmas lunch. It was nice to be included in the family vibe, the laughter, the chatter and nice to have Ben there entertaining them all by giggling and playing with his food. He reflected how different his family meal would have been if he had made it to Maine. Him, his mom and no doubt her Italian Stallion from last night sat around the shiny sterile dining room. A prepared oven ready meal being served up and a classical CD playing in the background to help disguise any awkward silences.

He loved his mom to pieces, but in a way was glad of the events that meant he was here.

"So, Monica," even before Judy finished the sentence, Chandler could tell where it was going. It was her tone and the way Monica stiffened, preparing herself. "Did you meet any nice single eligible men on your roadtrip?"

Monica shot a look to him, before raising her eyebrows pointedly at Ross.

"Well, actually mom," she started before her brother cut her off.

"Um mom, dad, I've got something I kinda need to tell you."

Chandler looked between the Geller's still intrigued to see what exactly had happened to make them dislike him.

"Do you remember a long long time ago, back in college you popped in on a surprise visit after visiting Nanna and you smelt, uh," he playfully put his hands over Ben's delicate ears as he stage-whispered, "pot."

"Yes, vividly," Judy said as her eyes fell onto Chandler.

He frowned, sharing a look with Monica. What did Ross experimenting a bit in college have to do with him?

"Well, see I kinda told you that it wasn't me and that it may have been someone else. Someone that I didn't realize would become such a good friend," Ross glanced apologetically at Chandler, whose eyes widened.

"You told them it was me?" he asked incredulously, Monica looking just as annoyed.

Her parents looked confused.

"It wasn't Chandler?" Jack asked.

"No, and I'm sorry I lied to you," Ross said quickly. "The," he covered Ben's ears again, causing the child to laugh, "pot, was actually mine. I didn't do it much and I don't do it now but back then I...I guess I panicked a bit. But look, Chandler's a great guy, he's stuck by me, helped through my divorce. He looks out for Monica, he's got a good stable job, doesn't do any drugs...he's pretty terrific. Monica, you go."

Both parents still looked mightily confused.

"Thank you, Ross," she said tightly as their attention turned to her.

"Did you smoke pot too?" Jack asked concerned.

"No dad," she shook her head, "No, see the reason for Ross' suddenly confession is, well," her eyes sought his from across the table, her hand reaching out and gripping his. "Chandler's now my boyfriend."

Chandler smiled brightly at her, squeezing her hand.

"You and Chandler?" Judy asked surprised, her critical gaze turning onto him.

He felt Jack's eyes on him too, obviously assessing if he was good enough for his only daughter. Oh boy.

"He's a great guy," Ross told him. "Monica's lucky to have him."

"Then I'm pleased for you," Judy spoke first, obviously accepting her son's words without question. "Congratulations dear."

"Thanks mom," Monica grinned and Chandler squeezed her hand again. She looked up at her dad, who was still studying him. No doubt trying to remember all their past encounters, although Chandler was pretty sure the guy still confused him with Joey half the time. "I'm happy dad," Monica beamed, causing Chandler to automatically smile proudly. Sure it had only been a day but she was happy. Happy to be with him.

"Then, welcome to the family," Jack nodded satisfied.

Chandler frowned slightly, sure that sort of phrase was meant for weddings, but simply nodded politely, "Thank you."

The conversation moved on but throughout the meal Chandler would catch Monica looking at him, or occasionally he would take her hand, thrilled that her parents had accepted him and more importantly how happy that seemed to make her.

The food was soon consumed and after the dishes, they all moved to the living room. Chandler got to sit with Monica, his arm around her shoulders as presents were exchanged. He also got to play with Ben, grateful that Ross hadn't told his folks about the time him and Joey had left him on that bus.

Overall, it was a damn nice way to spend his Christmas day.

As the night drew in, Chandler headed outside, sitting on the creaky picnic table on the patio as he took in the stars. It was so peaceful here, so different from the daily chaos of New York, full of it's different more superficial types of star.

He heard the door open and he turned expecting Monica, surprised to see who was there, "Judy?"

"Chandler," she greeted, looking a little uncomfortable as she walked over to join him. "It's cold out here," she commented.

"The snow kinda gave that away, huh?" he offered her a grin, hoping she was getting used to his sense of humor.

"What are you doing out here? You don't smoke do you?"

"Nah," he shook his head fondly, "Monica made me quit a long time."

"I'm glad," she nodded, but not didn't expand.

"I, uh came out to get a bit of fresh air," he admitted, not telling her that he'd wanted some space. "Just reflecting on how lovely it is out here."

"It is," Judy agreed. "Me and Jack came here for our wedding anniversary one year. Of course that was in the summer time and it was very different but it's always so peaceful. I'm glad we managed to get the family here."

"And thank you for letting me gatecrash."

"Thank you for making Monica so happy," she smiled and Chandler frowned in surprise.

"Really?" he ventured, expecting some kind of critical comment to come from the woman's lips.

"Really," she said sincerely. "We may not see eye to eye on everything but she's my daughter, Chandler and I only want the best for her. After everything she went through with Richard and then that millionaire guy that Jack was so excited about, she..." Judy sighed, "she doesn't deserve any more heartache."

Chandler nodded, a small lump in his throat. All he wished was for Monica to be listening right now, to hear how much her mom cared for her.

"I agree," he spoke softly. "I'm never gonna hurt her purposely, she's the best thing to happen to me," he promised.

Judy met his eyes searching them for a moment and then smiled, patting his arm, "Good, I hoped you wouldn't. I mean you've been friends for a long time, you know each other well but, still, I'm pleased. I'll let Jack know, he wanted to talk to you but I insisted it was my turn. He can talk to Ross' next girlfriend," she winked and Chandler let out a surprised chuckle.

"It's great you both look out for them," Chandler told her. "They're lucky. And if it helps they are both pretty great people. I happen to think highly of both of them."

"I know," she told him softly, "Me too."

They shared a joint smile of understanding as Monica came out, a couple of mugs in her hands. Stopping in surprise.

"Mom? What are you doing out here?"

"I was just talking with Chandler," Judy told her, walking over to her and surprising her daughter with a brief yet careful hug. "But you can have him to yourself. Good night, kids and merry Christmas."

"Night," they called in unison as Monica approached him, handing him a mug.

Feeling the coolness, he laughed.

"Wine?" he guessed.

"Wine in a mug," she grinned. "It's tradition, remember?"

"And the soup?"

"You can't seriously be hungry after what we've consumed today?"

"Very true," he chuckled, drinking some of the wine before placing it onto the table beside him.

Hopping down he took her mug from her, placing it next to his before pulling her into his arms, sharing a kiss.

"What did you talk about?" she asked curious as they came up for air, "I mean with mom."

"You. She was just checking I knew how special you were," he told her, his lips curved into a smile.

"Really?" Monica smiled, but frowned at the same time. Obviously wanting to believe him but finding it difficult to. "You sure she wasn't talking about Ross?"

"I'm sure," he promised, stroking her hair before cupping her cheek. "She's making sure I'm going to treat you right."

"Really?" she asked again, her smile spreading in disbelief.

"Uh huh," he placed a quick peck to her still smiling lips. "She cares about you, Mon and you know what I told her?"

She shook her head still beaming as he smiled endearingly at her, placing another kiss to her tempting lips.

"I told her that I thought you were pretty incredible and that I'm gonna treat you sooooo good," he kissed her again, his arms tightening around her.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yes Miss Geller," he kissed her again teasingly. "You're amazing and together we're going to be even more amazing. As much as I'm enjoying Christmas here, I already can't wait for our road trip back home."

She chuckled, pulling him tighter into a hug, "You think it will be as eventful as on the way here?"

"Here's hoping!" He laughed, squeezing her before pulling her down for a long, deep kiss under the stars. When they pulled apart her eyes were sparkling back happily at him, her face bright. "Merry Christmas, Mon," he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Chandler."

The End

A/N - Merry Christmas everyone...wait that was yesterday? Opps, yeah, sorry for the belated post...but I hope you enjoyed it despite being late and more importantly all had a lovely Christmas.

Again, thank you to those that managed to read and review over this crazy festive period and any final thoughts would be hugely appreciated :o)