A.N.: This is an idea I have had for a long time, I just couldn't find enough time to try writing it (not that now I have a lot of free time, I just couldn't resist writing whatever came to my mind). Several little Monica and Chandler scenes are popping out in my head, but that doesn't mean I am able to write all of them exactly as they should be written. That's for the readers (if any) to find out. I will write about some of their days together. Counting the day (the night) they slept together in London as day 1, the next day, the day of the wedding, would be day 2. So the day they got back to New York was day 3. This chapter is about day 4.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

-M&C-

Day 4

Ross was still in London trying to talk to Emily. Rachel was in Greece, waiting for an available flight back home. Phoebe had gone to her brother's house and she would stay there for a few days. Joey called the previous night telling them his date had gone extremely well and he wouldn't be home for a couple of days. Monica and Chandler both had one more day off work. This was perfect.

They had fallen asleep in Monica's bedroom, tired from the day's activities. They had spent the entire day being together, reviving that London night again and again and again. They just couldn't get enough of each other.

It was about ten in the morning when Chandler woke up. He opened his eyes and the last few days' events started coming back to his mind. Monica was asleep in his arms. He felt content. He felt things he wasn't sure he should be feeling. It was too soon. Everything had happened so fast. But this felt right. It felt so right. He decided not to think too much about his growing feelings. He would see what this day would bring to them. Maybe he wouldn't need to make any sort of plan. Maybe everything would be better than he ever thought it would be. He was surprised at himself. When was the last time he had been so optimistic? He watched her sleeping for a few minutes and got up, trying not to wake her.

He was starving. He had an idea. He would make his famous pancakes, a recipe he had once discovered and it was literally the only thing he could cook successfully. He would make Monica a great breakfast, even if she wanted to kill him afterwards for invading into her kitchen.

Monica started waking up when she heard noises coming from the kitchen. It's probably Rachel, she thought and turned around, making herself comfortable at the side of the bed that Chandler had been sleeping about half an hour ago. She was suddenly wide awake, realizing that Chandler was the one in the kitchen, not Rachel. The pillow she was now laying on smelled like him. This simple fact awakened all her senses and made her want to be near him again. They had spent the previous day having sex and all she could think about was that she wanted him again. What would he think about her if he knew all the things she wanted to do to him; all the things she wanted him to do to her? She shook those thoughts away and got up. She was nervous; she hadn't been that nervous for a long time. But she was also excited.

"Good morning." Monica said as she got out of her bedroom.

Chandler looked up with a grin. "Good morning", he answered looking down on the pancakes again. He didn't see the concerned look that covered her face.

"How long have you been up?" she asked, not going into the kitchen. She had a weird feeling seeing him preparing breakfast at her place. She was a little irritated that he had somehow taken control of her kitchen, but at the same time it didn't bother her at all; she felt like letting him take care of her and not be the hostess for once. She had hardly ever wanted something like that, but this time it felt real and unique.

"Not very long." He looked at her again and smiled.

That smile was enough to make her forget everything for a moment and, smiling back, she headed to the bathroom.

When she finally went into the kitchen, Chandler had already finished the pancakes and was setting the table. She leaned up to give him a soft kiss on the lips which turned more passionate once he put his hands on her waist and pulled her body closer to his. After a couple of minutes Chandler pulled away reluctantly and whispered against her lips. "My awesome pancakes are getting cold." They sat at the table and started eating.

"Your awesome pancakes are still awesome!" She smiled.

"I know! Thanks babe." He kicked himself for not thinking before speaking. The terms of endearment kept slipping away. It felt so normal, but he wasn't sure how she would take it if he continued calling her "baby" or "sweetie" every time they were alone together. If he hadn't looked down embarrassed, he would have seen her not being able to hold back a genuine smile.

-M&C-

"This is kind of awkward." Monica said as they were standing next to each other washing the plates together.

"I think it's awkward mainly because we think it should be." Chandler looked at her and gave her one of those smiles again.

"What do you mean?" She had just finished washing the last plate and gave it to him to dry it off.

"I mean that it would be fine if we didn't think about it that much. If we continued behaving normally to each other, like we did all day yesterday." Chandler tried to explain what was going on in his mind. It wasn't that easy since he already wanted to kiss her again. In fact, "kiss" was the under-aged version of what he wanted to do to her.

"We were having sex all day yesterday!" She laughed as she turned to face him.

"Oh yeah!" A dreamy expression took over his face and he continued. "But we were ourselves the whole time, weren't we? We didn't have to pretend or try to be like other people. It was just you and me and it was amazing!"

"That's true." She looked down feeling more and more nervous as the seconds went by.

He sensed her nervousness and felt so much affection towards her. He placed his fingers on her chin and slowly lifted her face. Their eyes met and both their hearts were beating like crazy. "Mon, why are you this nervous? It's only me."

"Well, yeah! That's why! How can you NOT be nervous?" She touched his hand that was still on her chin and she entwined their fingers before he answered. "Believe me, I am! But you know what?"

"What?" Monica asked. She couldn't keep her eyes off him. She wondered what had changed so suddenly; what made her see this slightly different version of Chandler.

"I can make it completely NOT awkward in a matter of seconds." His eyes never left hers and that moment they were the only two people in the world.

"How?" She had an inkling of what was going to happen, but she still wasn't certain if Chandler would keep on being so wonderful. She had to make sure somehow.

"Like this." He took her face in his hands and captured her lips in a deep loving kiss. She put her hands around his neck caressing his nape, and his traveled to her back drawing her even closer to his body.

Pulling away slowly Chandler looked into her eyes again. He felt unusually relaxed holding her in his arms, but also anxious to continue whatever this was in the bedroom. "Chandler…" Monica still had her eyes closed and she was afraid that if she opened them this perfect moment would turn out to be an illusion. "You were right", she admitted.

"I was what?" Chandler was shocked she had aknowledged that someone else apart from her was right.

"When we kiss it really isn't awkward." This time Monica didn't look down, but kept her eyes on his.

"Told you!" He smiled and started giving her little pecks on the lips. "Now" *kiss* "how about" *kiss* "we go to your bedroom?"

"And do what we did yesterday?" She winked at him playfully.

"If you mean earth-shattering, world-shaking sex, then yes!" He lifted her into his arms and walked towards the bedroom.

Monica laughed. "I wouldn't have phrased it like that, but I like the way you think." Any nervous feelings she may had before were gone and all she wanted was to experience that familiar intimacy with him again. She had no idea where this would go, but at that moment she was sure Chandler longed for the exact same thing. And that was enough.

-M&C-

A.N.: This was my first attempt to write a Mondler story… Thanks for reading it! Should I continue writing? I have some cute ideas for more chapters/days!