Monica turned when she heard the door opening, a large smile spreading across her face when she saw who was standing there, "hey, you forget something?" she asked curious.

In answer, he walked purposely forward, stopping just in front of her, very much in her personal space. Mischievous blue eyes met questioning ones before he nodded, "yeah," he whispered, "you."

Before she could register what was happening he crashed his lips onto hers. She gasped in surprise but quickly recovered, kissing him back just as demandingly, groaning as their bodies pressed flush against each other. One of his hands came up to cradle the back of her head, holding it in place. He threaded his fingers through her soft hair as hers roamed his back, desperately wishing they were running over bare skin.

Gently he started to maneuver her backwards towards her bedroom.

"I'm not complaining," Monica murmured, as his lips moved to her ear, his hands continued to caress, "really not complaining," she shivered, "but what changed your mind? I thought you wanted to wait a bit?"

"I realized I couldn't wait," he admitted, pulling away enough to meet her eyes. "I've waited to be with you for so long Mon, that it would be stupid to deny us any longer. We've already crossed the friendship line, anyhow, so now it's time to establish ourselves firmly in the relationship zone."

"Just as long as there are no jokes about sticking a flag pole anywhere," she chuckled, it turning into a giggle as he started to attack her neck.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmured against her skin as his hands continued to stroke any part of her he could reach.

"I'm glad you changed your mind," she confessed, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations he was creating, "I would have waited but I'm so glad I don't have too!"

"Amen to that," he murmured as they reached the threshold of her bedroom, "and talking of which, I do believe I promised this body some worshipping until sunrise."

Her laugh turned into a shriek as he picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom and kicked the door firmly shut.

Daylight slowly made its way through the crack in the curtains and gently awoke Chandler. Opening his eyes a huge smile spread across his face as last night came flooding back to him in full color. He couldn't believe how much everything had changed in just one evening…with just one date…although, what a date it had been.

He looked at the sleeping beauty beside him, trying to memorize every little detail of the first morning they would wake up together; hopefully it would be the first of many mornings. Unable to resist, he carefully lifted one of his hands to brush a piece of her hair back from her face, his fingers lingering in the soft dark locks as her eyes fluttered open.

Chandler was in awe of the incredible smile that appeared on her face, "hey," her eyes were shining with uncensored happiness

"Hey yourself," he whispered softly, leaning across for a soft gentle morning kiss.

She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes again and just reveling in the fact that Chandler was beside her, his naked body pressing against her side, his fingers stroking her hair as he continued to place little kisses on her face. She felt so content, cherished even. She liked it.

He shifted and she turned her body to face him. She opened her eyes to meet his, smiling at the joy so evident on his face. Her hands came to stroke his cheeks, "I'm so glad you came back last night," she admitted, "I can't believe how goooooood we are together."

As soon as she'd started to like him that way, it hadn't taken her long to start imagining what making love with him would be like. How it would feel to have his hands on her body, his lips on her skin. She'd hoped it would be good but nothing could have prepared her for the night they'd just shared. He'd been so attentive and loving and so explosively good.

"Me too," he admitted, "you are pretty darn incredible at doing that naughty stuff."

She chuckled, "I think we inspire each other," she decided with a seductive smile, "fancy another round?" she offered, her voice dropping.

"I'm never gonna say no to that..."

A while later they were wrapped in each other's arms, just basking in the aftermath.

"That was unbelievable," Chandler murmured in awe.

"Oh yeah," she grinned in agreement, snuggling closer to him, loving the feeling of being like this with him.

"I should really go," he sighed after a moment, "I really have to pee and the others could turn up at any minute."

She sighed in disapproval, her arms tightening around him, "I don't like that plan. Do you have a plan B?"

"I don't like it either," he chuckled, stroking her arm, his fingers dancing over her skin, "but my bladder is kinda insisting. Plus, I want us to tell the others…not show them. Especially not Ross," he winced, "can you imagine if he caught me coming out of your bedroom? That wouldn't be fair to the man...or me. He might try and seriously hurt me."

"I guess," she sighed, still not loosening her embrace, "do we have to tell them all today?"

"Uh huh, remember Rachel knows," he reminded her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "If maybe no one knew, I'd suggest keeping this between us for a little while but with Rachel knowing that would be impossible. She loves to gossip and even if she tried to keep it a secret, we both know it really doesn't take much to break her."

"True," Monica chuckled, remembering how easy it was to get her to spill about Chandler's crush.

"So, as Ross is like one of my oldest friends and you're his little sister, I'd rather it came from me than Rachel."

Monica thought about it. As much as she loved both her brother and her roommate, she knew Rachel would love to 'accidently' tell him, just to have one over on him. They were in a better place than they had been but with Ross seeing Emily, Rachel wasn't the happiest bunny.

"So, we tell them all today?"

"Yeah," he sighed, not sounding thrilled either, "but I want to tell Ross first, before the others."

She nodded reluctantly, "Ok, when should we do it?" she asked, not particularly looking forward to the conversation but knowing it couldn't be avoided.

"Would you mind if I told him alone?" he asked somewhat hesitantly.

She frowned, shifting slightly so she could take a proper look at his face, "why? He's my brother, shouldn't I be the one to tell him?"

Chandler winced, shaking his head, "there are protocols around this sort of stuff, plus I promised him like a decade ago that I'd never try to sleep with you."

"What?" she laughed surprised, "When?"

"You remember that second thanksgiving I spent at your parents' house when I was practically drooling over you and before the whole toe thing?" she nodded, her turn to wince, "he made me swear to him I wouldn't ever try anything with you."

"Honey," she chuckled a little amused, "that was a long long time ago, ok? You have every right to try anything and everything with me," she ran her finger down his chest, "Ross knows you, knows you wouldn't hurt me and that I wouldn't hurt you. It's our decision, our lives."

"I know," he promised, placing a kiss to her lips, "but I just want to talk to him. If we tell him the right way he can't get mad...hopefully. If he finds out the wrong way he may very well try and kill me."

"If you say so," she chuckled, trying to picture either of the men attempting to physically fight, "but you forget something in your logic."

He raised an eyebrow, "enlighten me, Miss Geller."

"He's in love, he can't get mad," she announced proudly.

"That's true," Chandler nodded impressed at her quick thinking, "this is good timing on our part. Very good timing."

Ross was OTT smitten with Emily at the moment. Chandler had seen him in love a few times – Carol, Rachel and now Emily. Each time was the same – he pretty much did the love-sick puppy dog thing, which would definitely work in their favor.

"We should congratulate ourselves," she suggested, her hand sliding further down his chest.

"We can, later," he promised with a cheeky grin, loving this flirty insatiable side of her, "Once everyone knows and my bladder is back to normal size."

She laughed, finally releasing him so he could stand up and she followed, walking him to the door. Simultaneously they pressed their ears against it, straining to hear any sounds of life the other side. It sounded all quiet…

"I'll go first," Monica suggested, making a move to leave. She paused as she felt Chandler's hand on her wrist, she turned and glanced at him questioningly. He flashed her a wicked smile before pulling her in for one final hard kiss.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," the goofy grin on his face showed he was anything but apologetic.

"Good, I'm finding you pretty hard to resist too," she promised, pressing a chaste kiss to his willing lips before breaking away with a sigh, wishing they could just stay here all day. With a final meaningful look, she opened the door and sneaked out. "It's clear," she announced moments later.

He stepped out quickly, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the front door, "I'll see you in a little while," he whispered, meeting her eyes, he still couldn't quite believe his luck.

She nodded, as her arms slipped easily around his neck, "yeah," she agreed, finding it difficult to break away from his gaze, "thank you so much for an amazing date," she smiled.

"Ditto," he grinned sweetly, swooping down to claim her lips once more. His arms went around her petite waist, holding her close to him.

"Don't mind me."

They sprang apart guiltily as a smirking Rachel came out of her bedroom, heading for the bathroom.

"Um…"

"Hey, I'm not judging," Rachel held up her hands, "I've been known, on occasion, to indulge on the first date," she winked, "a good job you haven't got far to go for that walk of shame, Chandler," she laughed.

"Walk of shame?" he frowned, already missing Monica's lips.

"You know, the walking home the morning after in yesterday's clothes."

"Oh," he frowned again, looking down at the creased shirt he wore, under his jacket.

"I'll leave you guys to it," Rachel laughed disappearing into the bathroom.

"I really need to go," against better judgement he leaned down for a final sweet kiss. Reluctantly pulling away he met her eyes once more, "I'll see you in a little while, Mon."

She nodded, unable to hide her smile as he eventually left. She leant back against the door and closed her eyes. God, how lucky had she got?

"I told you he liked you," Rachel teased as she came out of the bathroom moments later to witness the sappy expression on her roommate's face. "So I take it the restaurant worked its magic?"

"Uh huh," Monica grinned obviously delighted, "it was such a wonderful evening Rach, I just can't..." She grinned flopping onto the couch. "He's just…everything, you know."

"Wow," Rachel smiled, somewhat surprised. She'd guessed that they would be good together. Once she'd really thought about it, she'd seen that they'd make a great couple and would complement each other perfectly but she hadn't expected Monica to be so blown off her feet.

"I'm sooo grateful that you told me, but you can't tell anyone else," she warned, "we're going to tell them later but let us do it ok? Please?"

"Ok," she nodded, at least she could tell her work colleagues on Monday morning, "as long as us girlies can gossip over the juicy bits soon."

"Deal," Monica laughed, getting up from the couch, "I really need to shower."

"Yep, and to hide that hickey if you don't want the others finding out."

Wide-eyed Monica ran in the bathroom and examined her neck in the mirror. In fairness it wasn't too bad, considering what they did last night and how intense it had got in places, one visible hickey was understandable. She'd be able to hide it easily with a turtleneck or a bit of make-up…

"Morning," Joey greeted as he and Chandler entered apartment 20 a little later. Joey headed straight for the kitchen and the delightful smell of breakfast.

Monica turned, acknowledging him before her eyes sought out Chandler. They shared a secret look and a cute smile before she turned back to the stove.

"Morning Joey, Morning Chandler," Rachel greeted from the couch.

Phoebe arrived shortly after them and finally Ross. The gang enjoyed a normal breakfast apart from Monica and Chandler who found themselves sitting next to each other, knees touching, hands occasionally finding each other under the table. Little looks and secret smiles were exchanged throughout.

As Monica started the dishes and Rachel and Joey moved to the living room, Chandler wet his lips nervously as he moved his gaze from one Geller to the other. He was suddenly wondering if telling Ross alone was such a good idea. Maybe he should at least have arranged for Monica to be waiting nearby, listening for any screams.

"Thanks for breakfast, Monica," Ross called, breaking Chandler out of his thoughts, "I better go, I'm meeting Emily soon."

Chandler watched as he stood up and felt Monica's questioning eyes on him. He nodded, following Ross out into the hallway.

"Hey Ross, have you got a sec?" he gestured to his apartment.

Ross frowned, but shrugged, "sure man. Emily said she maybe a little late anyway so…"

"Great," he pushed open his door, prepping himself. He could do this.

"What's going on?" Ross asked as he took one of the Barcaloungers, noticing his friend's sudden anxiety. "Chandler?"

There was no delaying it any longer.

"I've kinda got to tell you something," he admitted with a grimace.

"I'm not gonna like it am I?" Ross guessed studying him carefully.

"I doubt it," Chandler winced, looking anywhere but at him, "but hopefully overtime you might...maybe."

Ross' frown deepened at the man's cryptic words, "What is it?"

Chandler grimaced again, wringing his hands worriedly as he tried to think of the best way of approaching this. He should have played the conversation through, had some sort of game plan prepared.

"Chandler?"

"Right," he swallowed, "ok, see here's the thing I uh, I sorta fell in love with Monica," he said quickly, looking at his shoes as he awaited Ross' verdict.

"What?" the other man asked surprised. "Seriously?"

"Ye-ah, it surprised me too," he admitted, "but it happened."

He glanced at Ross' confused face and screwed up his own.

"Oh. Wow. Are you going to tell her?" Chandler pulled a pained face which Ross caught easily. "You've already told her?"

"In my defense it was Rachel that told her."

"W-what?" Ross asked even more confused.

"Rachel kinda found out by accident and then she told her."

He swallowed hard, waiting.

"Oh," Ross nodded slowly, trying to process the new information, "how, uh how did she take it?"

"Pretty well," he admitted somewhat awkwardly, "it turns out she kinda likes me too."

"Oh."

"Yeah and we went out on a date last night, well see I didn't know it was gonna be her because Rachel didn't tell me and set us up. But she knew it was going to be me and we-"

"Chandler!" Ross interrupted his nervous babble. "How did the date go? Are you gonna be seeing each other?"

Chandler couldn't hold back his smile as he thought of the night he'd spent with Monica and the promise of what was to come.

"Wow," Ross blinked, taken aback at how happy Chandler looked, "well that's a lot to get my head around. You and Monica?"

"I know," Chandler nodded, still grinning, "I know it's a lot to take in…I'm still taking it in too if I'm completely honest," he cleared his throat, meeting his eyes, "I just wanted to be the one that told you. I'm completely crazy about her, Ross and we aren't just messing around."

"You worried I'm going to give you the big brother talk?" Ross tried to joke to lighten the moment, frowning when Chandler shrugged slightly. "You guys are both adults. You don't have to justify anything to me…but I'm kinda glad you told me," he admitted. "It's still a little weird, I won't lie but not as weird as if I'd caught you making out," he pulled a face suddenly, "you know that's really not an image I want in my head, but thank you for telling me." He looked up at Chandler and shook his head, "you and my sister. Yeah, it's gonna take a while to settle in."

"For me too," Chandler chuckled, a little relieved, "it's all a little nutso."

Ross nodded in agreement. "So do the others know? Obviously Rachel does but-"

"No," he shook his head, "none of the others. We wanted to tell you first given that Monica's your sister and all," he smiled, "we'll break it to the others in a bit, I guess."

"Good luck," Ross chuckled, "I'm sure they'll be happy for you. Just surprised."

"To say the least right?" Chandler nodded, "me and Monica after all these years as friends. Thanks for taking it so well, man."

"I don't think I have much of a choice," Ross admitted with a wry grin, "Monica does not take kindly when I try to play the protective older brother card, besides, if you guys are as happy as me and Emily, then it's a good thing."

Chandler nodded, glad that Ross wasn't going to try and make things difficult. He'd hate for there to be any bad blood between the two of them. Monica was right about the whole good timing thing; right now he was very grateful for Emily being in their lives. "Things still going well between you guys, huh?"

"Yup," Ross had a huge smile on his face, "speaking of which I better go meet her. We're gonna go feed the ducks."

Chandler pulled a disgusted face, "what happened to you, man?"

"We're taking Ben," Ross rolled his eyes, "I'll see you later."

Chandler breathed a sigh of relief before walking back over to apartment 20. Monica was on the couch with the others but quickly stood up pretending to get something from the kitchen as she looked questioningly at him. He smiled reassuring at her giving her a subtle thumbs up.

"Really?" she asked quietly. "It went ok?"

"Yep," Chandler assured her, "you were spot on the money. The man's too loved up to be anything but happy for us, so," he gestured his head to Phoebe and Joey, "shall we get this out of the way and then start today's date early?"

"Brunch?" she asked hopefully.

"Brunch, lunch and dinner?" he suggested innocently, though there was that cheeky glint in his eyes as he lowered his voice. "I wanna spend the whole day spoiling you and enjoying this new 'us'. That ok?"

"More than ok," she smiled almost shyly. "Let's deal with them and get on it."

"Yes Ma'am," he grinned fondly as she took his hand and dragged him behind the coffee table in front of the tv. The other three paused their conversation and looked up at them, recognition immediately in Rachel's eyes whilst confusion filled the remaining friends' faces.

"What's going on?" Phoebe asked, her psychic abilities suddenly tingling, "wait...wait! Are you two together?" she asked excitedly.

"Uh huh," Monica smiled as she let go of his hand in order to slip her arms around his waist. She was thrilled as one of his arms came over her shoulders, hugging her to him, kissing the top of her head.

"Wait," Joey frowned as the pieces fell into place, "she's your hot blind date from last night?"

"Hell yeah," Chandler grinned proudly at his roommate, "she sure is."

"But how-?"

"I set them up!" Rachel burst out excitedly.

Chandler watched amused as Joey and Phoebe's attention shot straight to Rachel who eagerly started telling her tale. He chuckled, pulling Monica even closer to him, nuzzling her hair slightly, inhaling the scent of her apple shampoo.

"That was easier than I thought," he whispered, as the others listened intently to Rachel's story, totally ignoring the new couple.

"Yeah," Monica chuckled quietly, not caring in the least that Rachel had stolen their limelight. She was actually quite pleased. "Think they'd notice if we disappeared?"

Chandler glanced over at them, all still obviously enthralled in Rachel's slightly exaggerated and somewhat extended narration, "nah. My place is free? Wanna do some stuff before we go out."

She looked up at him, her eyes playful, "what kinda stuff?"

"Well," he loved her flirty side, "I thought we could do some of what we did last night, some of what we did this morning and some new bits we haven't tried yet."

"Sounds delightful," she grinned, throwing one last look at their distracted friends before they started to head to the door. They expected some protests but it really didn't seem as if their friends on the couch even noticed.

Chandler closed both doors behind them, locking his just in case Joey tried to get more details from him. He turned and stood, just staring at her, a soft smile touching his lips.

"What?" she asked a little self-conscious.

"Nothing," he promised softly, meeting her eyes, "I'm still finding all this so hard to believe."

"Me too," Monica confessed her fingers playing with the front of his shirt, toying with the buttons. "It's been such a whirlwind few days since I found out but I'm just so excited. I can't believe this is happening with you."

"Me neither," he leaned forward slowly, his lips meeting hers for a long kiss.

When the kiss ended, Chandler looked into her eyes, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, before lightly caressing her cheek, "you're beautiful," he murmured, not remembering if he'd told her that last night, he hoped he had. He made a promise to himself that he'd tell her every day.

She blushed a little, not used to the way he was looking at her and how special it made her feel. He really was something and she wondered what she'd done to deserve this man. She felt his fingers on her chin, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.

"Really beautiful," he swallowed and she offered him a watery smile in response before she pressed another kiss to his lips, before leading him into his bedroom.

Monday morning came about way too fast but as Chandler bounced into his office with a spring in his step he got more than a few curious glances.

"Breakfast for all!" He declared as he walked into the staff kitchen, placing down several boxes of doughnuts.

"Wow Bing, what's happened to you?" Carl asked as he wasted no time in tucking into a chocolate ring.

"Yeah, you're usually half asleep and cranky until at least 2 pm on a Monday," Rob joked selecting a couple of the treats, "what brought this on?"

He grinned, unable to keep the smile from his face, "let's just say it's a 'thank you' for Wednesday night," Chandler laughed, whistling as he left them looking confused.

So what if work colleagues couldn't keep a secret. They had their uses.

End.

A/N- and that's this one all finished. Sorry for the delay with posting this up. I hope you enjoyed reading this fluff.

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