Author's note: so, a guest reviewer asked me to write about this moment, and honestly I'm a little self conscious about it because I know a lot of people have done this before. Well, anyway, I decided to give it a try, so here it is.

There was something about hearing from the guy you're sleeping with, the guy you actually consider to be the best sex you've ever had, that you made him the best. There was just something there that was incredibly hot and sweet at the same time. Monica wasn't sure exactly what it was; what she knew though was that ever since hearing that some hours earlier, her skin was crawling, her stomach was doing some really weird things, and she felt like she was on fire even after some intense love-making.

After the sex, they went downstairs to Central Perk, taking advantage of their alone time to feel like a real couple – they hadn't discussed that part yet; after a month of regular sex and cuddling almost every night, they just knew they wanted to keep doing whatever it was they were doing, but naming it was a subject for future conversations. Having Rachel around made it difficult to keep it a secret, and it was only when she was on Monica's ass about her new secret boyfriend that the raven haired woman realized how much she actually wanted to talk about him. Because of that, using the non-threatening Ray Liotta guy as an escape goat, Monica poured over Rachel everything about her most recent sex life events, giving her so many details she was sure Rachel would feel really uncomfortable if she knew they were about Chandler.

All those things led to Rachel making comments in front of people – which Monica kicked herself for not expecting, it was Rachel, after all – which led to Chandler gloating like some stupid kid. Monica didn't realize though that it was much less gloating as it was exhilarating happiness for not only being The Best, but also being her best. It had so many good implications she could hear music inside her mind. Telling her she made him the best was the cherry on top, really incredibly hot and sweet at the same time, and she almost felt like some sort of sex addict for still wanting more even after being a couple of hours away from their last sexual session.

Chandler was sitting beside her, their arms touching lightly as she drank her coffee. She could feel heat and electricity exuding from that simple involuntary touch. Monica wondered if he felt the same – there's no way she would say anything though, he had joked before about how constantly horny she was and she didn't want to sound desperate. However, out of the blue, he moved his head and placed his lips dangerously close to her left ear.

"I really wanna touch you". She shivered so hard he probably noticed the reaction. For a split second she wondered if he would go down that gloating road again; she didn't look at his face though, being startled when his hand slowly dragged itself down her thigh. Monica had to close her eyes, and if she weren't in such a familiar public place, she would moan right there. She couldn't, so she caged the noise in her throat, gathering all her strength to keep silent as he kept rubbing her leg, his fingers discretely touching her inner thigh. He must be hard, she mused, but decided the best option was not to look at it, otherwise she could swear she would just get her hand between his legs on that orange couch and that was a no-no.

Fingers still grazing the skin on her inner thigh, his hand started going up, getting too close to touching between her legs and that's when she lost it. Her mind started to race; she considered going to the restroom and giving him a sign to follow her, but then she looked around aimlessly and saw it: the storage room.

That was it!

"The storage room", she blurted out, much to his surprise.

"What?", he certainly wasn't expecting this reaction.

"See the storage room there?" He turned around much too quickly, and then snapped his head back to her "Meet me there in two minutes." And with that she just got up, leaving her big mug of coffee on the table and stealing some glances from her surroundings. People didn't seem to be paying attention – she was very thankful for the existence of self-absorbedness.

Monica approached the door stealthily, slipping into it in a second. Chandler was flabbergasted. Was he really going to have sex in Central Perk? Was Monica really the one coming up with that idea? He could probably do his happy dance right there in front of all the strangers if it didn't mean attracting their attention, so he just sneaked into the room as silently as possible. When he got inside, her hands were already all over him. She pulled his head into a kiss, open mouth and tongues from the get go, arms wrapping around his neck, leg already going up his hip. Chandler was lost in all the sudden sensations, but it didn't stop him from returning everything she was giving him: he briefly touched her neck, then moved his hands south, grabbing her ass and squeezing her butt cheeks through the fabric of her pants, one of the hands moving to caress her thigh, keeping her in that position with her leg on his hip. Her leg went down soon after though when her hands left his neck to unbutton his shirt, then got under his t-shirt, touching all the skin she could reach without taking his clothes off. His hands did the same, unbuckling her bra under her sweater so that he could cup her breasts while kissing her.

They both seemed unwilling to take each other's clothes off, given the fact they might need to hurriedly get out of that place, so they were trying to get as much skin as possible through all that fabric. Clothes from the waist down were still too much in the way, so when they broke their kiss apart for air and her hands started unhooking his pants, he thought what a great idea and started unhooking hers too. Both their pants slid down a little over their thighs, being followed by their underwear. Monica's left hand rested on his nape while her right hand grabbed on his already obviously hard dick – she smirked when she saw him whimpering. He didn't waste time either: left hand on her ass, right hand spreading her labia apart to get to her obviously wet entrance – he smirked too when he saw her gasping.

Their hands worked magic; one month of practice had been pretty good to give them both everything they needed to know about each other's body. She knew just how hard she needed to squeeze his member, all the right movements and right rhythm to make him come hard in her hand. He knew how to work his fingers around all of her, whenever he was pumping them in and out of her or just rubbing her clit, most of the time combining both until she was clawing his back and screaming his name. They were both looking down at their little individual work, forehead resting on forehead, two pairs of eyes fighting to be open as so much pleasure invaded their bodies.

Monica moved her hand up and down firmly, alternating between squeezing the basis of his penis when down and caressing the head with her thumb when up. Small puffs of air were almost visibly leaving his mouth as he wasn't allowed to make any noise. It wasn't easy for her either. Chandler had just slipped the second finger into her, his thumb gently rubbing her clit. The free hands moved around their bodies, resting on any part of skin they could grab onto, while their busy hands never stopped moving. They shared sloppy kisses, completely unable to focus on anything other than touching each other and being touched.

"I'm gonna come," Chandler was the first one to announce, which only made Monica intensify her work and stare at his coming face. When he came, he thrust his hips into her hand, but also his two fingers as deep as possible inside her. She gasped in surprise, and though he stopped moving his hand for a second, it wasn't too long after that when he started working on her again, fingers going in and out ferociously. He knew she was about to come and he knew she could be loud, so to stop any noise from coming out, he kissed her, tongue invading her mouth as her body twitched, her orgasm perceptible.

They panted between kisses for about two minutes before they decided they should leave the room. Monica looked at him and chuckled; he so looked like someone who had just had sex. As if reading her mind, he teased "Hey, you don't look very innocent either." Realizing where they were and how embarrassing it would be if they were found out, they dressed in such a hurry to get out Chandler hadn't even buttoned his shirt when he was already leaving the room. He decided it would be best to sit away from where Monica would sit, being a terrible actor as he grabbed anything to direct feigned interest to. Monica followed suit, a little bit worried about the whole thing being too obvious but not willing to be inside the dark room for too long. She strutted back to her previous spot, breezy like the wind, she thought, plopping herself on the couch and grabbing her big mug filled with some cold coffee.

Suddenly self-conscious again about being teased for being too horny, she felt the need to notify that what happened was a first.

"Never done that before."

"Nope," came his much too soon answer. Was he thinking the same?

Monica couldn't believe herself. She actually wanted more. It had been so good touching each other like that, so hot being sneaky in such a public place, but she still wanted to feel him inside her. She concluded she would have to wait until later for that, but when they looked at each other for the first time after leaving the room, she could swear she read his mind, which revealed similar thoughts.

Okay, here we go again. They didn't waste a second getting off their seats and heading back to the closet, not even worried about being seen this time.

Probably going to write the second part soon!