More than Just Friends

I'm back! Welcome to my second official story! I'm really excited for this one and I hope all of you are too. I've put a lot of thought into the plot and I genuinely believe you all will enjoy it. This story is inspired by many other ones, too many to name, and while it may seem very similar to others; I assure you I've added my own spin on things to make it interesting and distinct.

By the way, for those who don't know, this is an R&R story with a little Mondler in the background (sorry Mondler fans!). I also want to mention that this is a semi-fluff story, meaning its very light and simple with some drama working in the back. It will become far more dramatic in later chapters but for now, it'll feel very much like a fluff story.

Warning: This story deals with the mature topic of 'friends with benefits', therefore there will be semi-explicit chapters. Younger reader's discretion is advised.

I've rambled on enough. I introduce, More than Just Friends.

Disclaimer: Yes, my name is actually David Crane and after my successful television show, I've devoted my life to writing fanfictions. (Phff, don't kid yourselves kids.) :/

Chapter 1

The door to apartment 19 swung open and out walked a woman, high heels clicking as she stepped into the empty hallway and closed the door behind her. Tonight was a special night; tonight was the engagement night of two of her best friends and to commemorate the occasion, they had decided to go out for a celebratory dinner.

Rachel Green looked down at her outfit for the night; a beautiful, elegant black spaghetti strap dress that went down to her knees and matching black heels that gave her an extra inch in height. The dress hugged her in all the right places, making her hips curve out into an hour-glass form, and with the added touch of her make-up, she had to admit, she was looking exceptionally stunning.

Despite her looks, however, Rachel let out a sigh and shut her eyes for a moment, leaning back against the door. Normally she loved feeling beautiful and well-dressed, but at this moment, her looks didn't reflect on how she was feeling at all, and she wasn't exactly sure why.

Monica and Chandler, two of her best of friends, were finally getting engaged! She should be feeling happy! She should be excited about her two friends finally deciding to spend the rest of their lives together! The issue however… was that she wasn't. If anything she was feeling the opposite; sadness, anguish, misery. Those were the feelings she was feeling at the moment.

It wasn't that she wasn't happy that her friends were now engaged. God knows she's been rooting for them from the beginning. But engagements usually leads to marriages, then children, then a family, then everything else that comes afterwards, and she realized that at this moment of her life, she was nowhere near those wonderful things. She didn't have a fiancée, she didn't have anyone to love and for them to love back, hell she didn't even have a boyfriend. She had no one, while her two friends seemed like they had everything she wanted.

She was jealous, plain and simple. Monica and Chandler were moving on with their lives and she was still in the same spot she was 7 years ago; alone, depressed, and left in the dust…

Sudden footsteps snapped her out of her thoughts and her eyes shot open to see who it was. When she turned her head, she spotted Ross walking up the top of the stairs, also dressed up nicely in a fancy suit and tie, with his hair gelled to one side and his face properly shaven. She had to admit that he looked incredibly handsome. He had always cleaned up nicely.

"Wow, you look amazing Rach," Ross greeted when he spotted her, eyeing her up and down.

"Th-thanks," she flustered, unknowingly blushing under his gaze. "You look pretty good yourself."

"Well I better. I don't want Monica freaking out on me if a piece of hair is gelled the wrong way," he joked, pretending to fix his hair and making her laughed.

Ross… now that was an interesting topic. He was the one person she's ever truly loved and the one person she'd ever been able to imagine a life with. But they had loved one another, then hated one another… and loved one another and hated one another again… and again, and never had it really worked out with them. Their history together sounded almost like a fiction novel, yet it was true, and now they had finally found a balance between lovers and haters. They were simply friends with their feelings still up in the air somewhere.

They say you never truly get over your first love, and she wasn't sure if she agreed with that or not, but whether it be the resounding thoughts she's been having or the handsome look he was sporting at the moment, for whatever reasons she was feeling a familiar attraction towards him that she hadn't felt in years.

Rachel cleared her throat, realising she had gone silent in the middle of their conversation. "So, um, can you believe this? Can you believe they are actually getting married?"

"Well sure, but I get married all the time so…" She laughed softly, but not whole-heartedly before falling into another thoughtful trance. This time, he noticed. "Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah, I guess… I…." she slowly trailed off, unsure of how to really say what's on her mind. "…I've just been thinking… ever wonder if that… could have been us?"

Ross' eyes widened, taken aback. "U-us? As in, you and me?"

"Yeah, I mean… ever just… wonder…?"

"Well yeah, sure… sometimes…" Ross admitted. "But we… we were like a nightmare, you know, like ahhh!" He waved his hands in the air while chuckling in an awkward way.

"Oh, I know, like we fought over everything," Rachel joined in, laughing awkwardly along with him.

"Yeah, I mean we were just terrible together," he said a little too blatantly, making her stop laughing. "Oh, no, but there were some good times…"

"No, absolutely, like… there were the dates… and the late nights…"

"…the kissing…," he added.

"Oh of course," she smiled, "the kissing… the cuddling… the sex…"

"The sex…" Ross repeated and smiled, making hers widen. At least she wasn't the only one who remembered the good times of their relationship.

Silence followed as both of them stood in the hallways, small smiles plastered on their faces as it was apparent that they were both thinking about the past. They had shared some amazing memories together, and though they wouldn't admit it openly, they both still thought about it from time to time.

For Rachel, she began to feel a strange feeling increase the more she thought about the past. It was a tingling feeling, almost an urge to do something, and though she knew that it might not be a good idea, her feelings from before and this new urge led her to open her mouth.

"Hey, you know what we never had?" she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Ross raised an eyebrow. "No…?"

"A bonus night!"

"A what night?"

"You know, a bonus night! Like when two people break up but then get back together just for one night," she explained with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Umm… uh Rach, I don't think that's a good idea…" Ross stuttered. "I-I'm not looking for a relationship…"

"Neither am I, but you know… we're both single and it's just one night…"

"One night… just sex… no strings attached…?"

"No strings attached," she confirmed, giving him a sly, innocent smile that she knew he couldn't resist. She had no idea why she wanted this, but the more she thought about it, the more desperate she was to have this 'bonus night' with him. Maybe her thoughts of the past were making her want to relive some of those moments, or maybe she just wanted some comfort for everything that was happening. Either way, she wanted this, and judging by the look on his face, she knew he also wanted it to.

"Well, um… it does sound appealing…" Ross admitted, "… but… are you sure about this Rach?"

"Sure! I mean, what's the worst that can happen?"

Ross sighed, but then smiled. "Alright then… tonight we'll have our bonus night."

"I knew you'd come around," Rachel smiled, slowly walking towards him and planting a soft kiss against his lips. It's been so long since she's done this, and if the butterflies in her stomach didn't confirm it, she knew she had missed this. A moment later, she broke off the kiss and gave him a little wink. "Just a little preview for tonight."

"Mmm, I can't wait," he hummed, placing his hands on her hips like he used to do. "God, I can't believe we're actually going to do this, on Monica's engagement night nonetheless."

She nodded. "Oh that reminds me, we should probably keep quiet about this. We don't want the others to get the wrong impression and we definitely don't want Monica to think we're stealing her thunder or something."

"Good point," Ross agreed.

They both looked at each other for a moment and shared the same sheepish look. At the same time, they both looked away with blushes on their faces and took a step away from each other.

Ross cleared his throat. "Well, um, I guess I'll see you at the dinner tonight then."

"Yeah, see you then," she answered, not daring to look him straight in the eyes.

An awkward silence passed between them and Ross just nodded, turning around and opening the door to Monica's apartment.

"You coming in?" he asked, holding the door open for her.

"Um, no, I think I left something at my place," Rachel lied before turning around and quickly entering her own apartment.

As soon as she shut the door behind her, she leaned back and exhaled deeply. Did she just agree to have a bonus night with Ross? Or wait, was she was the one to suggest it? She hoped they both weren't making a huge mistake by doing this, although truthfully, her night just became a whole lot more exciting. No longer was she thinking about how much of a failure her love life is, so maybe this is all just for a little comfort. And who better than being comforted by Ross? It's not like they hadn't done it before so really, it's nothing new for them.

She decided to just let the night unfold itself, and whatever happens, happens.

…

The sound of a spoon tapping against a glass rang across the table, getting everyone's attention. Rachel looked across the table, along with everyone else, to see Ross standing and holding up a glass with a smile. She quickly glanced at her watch and saw that it was getting late. If they were going to have their bonus night, they would have to go soon. She wondered what he was up to.

"I know normally we do toasts after the wedding but I just wanted to say a few words," Ross started, clearing his throat and turning towards Monica and Chandler. "If you were to tell me 10 years ago that my best friend and my little sister would end up together, I would have laughed in your face. But now that you two are together, I don't think there's a single person out there who can possibly make you two happier. I've known you guys for as long as I can remember, and I'm so glad you found each other to lean on and journey through life together. You guys are perfect for each other, and I wish you the best for the wedding, and your future." He raised his glass and everyone else followed. "A toast… to Monica and Chandler!"

"To Monica and Chandler!" they all chorused and glasses clinked around the table.

Monica turned and wrapped her brother into a tight hug. "Thank you for that, you're the best brother ever."

"Anything for my little sister," he responded, turning to Chandler. "And you, congratulations man."

Chandler clasped hands with him and accepted the quick embrace. "Thanks Ross. Who would have thought ten years after college I would be engaged to your fat sister," he joked, earning a quick glare from Monica.

Ross laughed. "Oh that reminds me…" he suddenly tugged Chandler forward and whispered into his ear. "… if you ever hurt her, I will personally kill you…"

"I don't plan on it," Chandler answered, laughing nervously.

"Good, then I congratulate you again man," Ross smiled, patting his friend on the back.

A couple more laughs and congratulations were shared around the group before Ross stood up against and began putting on his jacket.

"Hey where are you going?" Monica asked while Rachel eyed him from across the table.

"I've got to get going. I have this important meeting with the board of professors in the morning," he answered, making quick eye-contact with Rachel.

"Oh alright…"

"I think I'm going to get going too," Rachel said abruptly, standing up as well.

"What? You too?"

"Yeah, I, uh, also have this meeting tomorrow," she lied, giving a fake smile. "Sorry Mon."

"Well if you have to then you should go," Monica finally let up, getting up and giving them both a last hug. The others also said their goodbyes as well.

"Bye guys," they waved to their friends as they left the restaurant together. As soon as they stepped outside, they both stood next to each other awkwardly, unsure of how to go about the situation.

"Um... so... uh, we got out of the dinner. Where do we go from here?" Ross asked, breaking the silence.

Rachel shuffled her feet on the pavement. "I guess we go back to your place…?"

"Ok," he said simply before motioning for a taxi.

A few minutes later, they found each other sitting inside a taxi; the awkward tensions still visibly clear between them. They both looked out their respective windows, thinking about what's about to happen once they get to his apartment. Rachel finally cleared her throat and spoke up.

"So, uh, that was a nice excuse you used back there."

Ross turned his head and smiled softly. "Thanks, but it wasn't a total lie. I do have a meeting tomorrow morning."

She just nodded, unsure of how to continue the conversation, and the awkward silence returned.

"You could have pulled yours off better."

"What?"

"You're excuse," he clarified, giving her a look that told her he was teasing. "You could have at least used a different one from mine. It sounded like you were trying to get out of there."

She crossed her arms and pouted. "Well it worked didn't it? Besides, it's not like I've ever done something like this before."

"And you think I have?" Ross raised an eyebrow, and he was right. This was something completely new for the both of them.

Moments later the taxi pulled up to Ross' apartment building and he helped her out without sharing a word. Their little conversation did help the tension but the awkwardness was still there, not that it shouldn't be. This was an awkward thing they were going to do so they had all the right to feel a little uneasy about it all. In complete silence, they walked into his building together.

When they reached his apartment, he quietly unlocked the door and they both stepped in. He hung her jacket up along with his and watched as she silently stepped further into his living room. He had to admit, she looked incredibly beautiful and sexy in her dress, and he couldn't help but stare at her legs as she walked.

Rachel stopped right in front of his couch, looking around before inevitably turning back towards him while keeping her eyes to the ground. She nervously shuffled her feet and rubbed her arm. "So… do we just…"

"I guess so," he responded, looking at her again. There was just something about seeing her so shy and innocent that drove him mad with lust. "Here, I'll start."

Before she could respond, she felt his hands cup her face and his lips connect with hers. It only took a moment for her brain to register what was happening before she began to kiss him back with just as much hunger and emotion. Such a simple kiss turned into something far more ferocious as their mouths battled for power over the other. His hands traveled through her hair then down her back, gently squeezing her butt while hers sensually ran across his chest. He was a lot more muscular than the last time she did this with him.

Time flew by as they both got lost in that kiss and the next time she opened her eyes, she found herself straddling him as they made out on his couch. She felt his hands running up and down her dress in such a way that she wished she didn't have it on. Her hands began to desperately run all over his chest, dying for what was underneath. He caught on and helped her unhook the last few buttons on his shirt and throwing it across the room. She began placing little kisses all over his chest, giving him a little break before moving back up and shoving her tongue into his mouth.

"Rach… bedroom…" Ross muttered through deep breaths and she could only nod her head before connecting mouths again.

Slowly, he hooked his arms beneath her legs and in one fluid motion; he stood up while holding her up. Their lips were still locked, busy sucking and tasting each other as he walked them towards his bedroom. Ross kicked open the door with his foot and set her down on the bed, moving down to her neck and sucking on the sensitive area beneath her ear. Soft moans escaped her mouth as she couldn't help but smile, knowing he remembered her favourite spot to be kissed.

"Ross…" Rachel breathed heavily. "… Don't leave a mark…" He understood and eased up on the sucking, moving back to her mouth and taking her bottom lip between his.

"This needs to come off," he whispered as he pulled at her dress. All she could do was emit a soft hum of approval before turning around and letting him unzip her dress from the back. His soft hand followed the zipper as it went down her body, sending shivers up her spine. Quickly her dress was slipped off and he took off his pants as well so they both were in their underwear.

"You are so sexy," he blew into her ear, tracing the shape of her waist with his finger. She smiled, taking one of his hands and placing them on her breasts. He got the message and started to massage them sensually. She let out another soft moan from his movements and not too soon after, she felt his other hand travel lower and lower down her body.

"Oh my God!" she gasped when she felt him touch her in the most sensitive of spots. She moaned again, this time in a much louder and shaky tone as she felt his fingers enter her, all while his other hand continued its motions on her breasts.

God she loved his hands. If there was one thing that made him incredibly distinct from the other guys she's been with, it was how he used his hands. His touches were so gentle yet rewarding, and he always made sure she was worked up before the actual sex began. After another deep moan, his mouth connected with hers and all she could do was roll her tongue around with his uncontrollably.

Her hands were shaking from the amount of pleasure she was feeling and somehow, she managed to grab a hold of his boxers and began to desperately tug at it.

"Ross… please," she practically begged, completely turned on and at his mercy. "I need you… I need you now."

He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly stopped his touching and removed her bra and panties as she removed his boxers. His eyes trailed her naked body, noticing every curve and every detail of the woman beneath him. He even saw her little heart tattoo on her hip and instantly did his lust for her rise. He reached over to his bed stand and removed a condom from the drawer, slipping it on.

Ross looked back down at her and locked eyes with her, her blue gems glimmering in excitement and anticipation. For a split second, he froze and stared into her beautiful eyes, the whole world disappearing from around them. She was so beautiful.

"Rach…" he whispered just above their breathing, still trapped in their eye-contact, "… are you sure about this?"

Rachel bit her bottom lip and nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist to show that she wanted him, and wanted him bad. He understood and leaned down to give her a passionate kiss before entering inside her.

Her entire body shook at the same time; her legs clutching tightly around his waist, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her nails digging deeply into his back. With their lips still connected, she moaned deeply into his mouth in which he responded by moaning back into hers.

Slowly he began slipping in and out of her, increasing speed by the moment. Her moans turned into screams and her hands were either clawing at his back or clutching onto the bed sheets. With every thrust, she yelled his name and followed with a deep moan, all of which seemed to be egging him on. She felt him sink deeply inside of her and after that, everything just became a blur.

Though it felt like forever, turned on already, they both only lasted a few minutes before Ross gave one last push and they both finished together. He collapsed next to her and she rolled onto his chest, her sight finally becoming clear again as all that could be heard was their deep breathing. They were hot and completed drenched in sweat, but neither of them really cared. It had been the best sex either of them had in a long time.

"Wow…" Rachel exclaimed some time later once her breathing returned and her heartbeat slowed.

"I know. That was amazing," he reveled, gently stroking her long strands of hair.

She propped herself up on his chest and looked at his face, gently rubbing his cheek. "You are incredible."

"No, you are incredible. I can't even begin to describe how incredible you are."

She felt her cheeks burn up and she smiled, leaning down and gently kissing him on the lips. Her arms wrapped around his torso and she cuddled up against him. She rested her head against his chest and let out a soft content sigh, showing her satisfaction and slowly drifting off on top of him.

Ross looked down at her resting form and smiled, wrapping his arms protectively around her. He used to love moments like these and he still did. It's too bad this may be the last time he'll ever experience something like this again. He softly placed a kiss on the top of her head before turning his head and looking at the time.

"Rach, it's getting late," he said, giving her a little nudge. She didn't budge, however, only hugging him tighter and snuggling closer to him. "Rach you have to go, otherwise Joey will know you didn't go home."

"I want to stay here tonight," she said softly, not opening her eyes. "Besides I saw Joey flirting with one of the waitresses earlier. He's not going home tonight."

Ross couldn't help but laugh. "Well then, let's get some rest."

He shifted into a more comfortable position with her still lying on his chest and threw the cover over them. He shut off the light and sunk back down, wrapping his arms around her small body again. He noticed that they were still naked and wondered how all this would play out. He guessed they'd just have to find out in the morning.

Before he began to doze off, he felt her shift around in his arms and a moment later, felt her soft lips pressed against his.

"Goodnight," she whispered quietly, snuggling back against him.

He smiled. "Goodnight Rachel."

Bonus night was a success.

…

Author's Notes: So, there's the first chapter. I decided to add in my own spin on things since I'm sure most of you have watched and/or read the hallways scene multiple times already. Like I said, the beginning will seem similar to many other stories but I assure you I have some stuff prepared that I don't think you've seen yet.

By the way, I'd like to get an input on that sex scene. Was it too much? Too little? Every audience has their own preference so before I continue with this story I'd like to know just how explicit you want these scenes to be.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed and are as excited as I am for this story. Be sure to leave a review and your opinion on those explicit scenes. Till next time.