Kind of all over the place but idk maybe y'all will like it🤷🏼♀️
For months everyone had been hearing Ross ramble on and on about some award he was winning for a discovery he had made, and how there would be a big dinner event just for him where he would receive the prize. she hated to admit it, but the work Ross did was impressive and as his sister she was proud of him. But as a normal human being, it sounded insanely boring and she couldn't help but dread the occasion.
She had been racking her mind, thinking of excuses on how she could get out of it. It wasn't until Joey and Chandler had gone out to the tailor that she realized that it had just one benefit: Chandler would have to wear a suit, and God how she loved Chandler in a suit.
It used to be a forbidden thought for her when they were just friends. Thinking about how delicious her friends stomach and arms looked underneath the button up with the collar popped was wrong, something she should never think about. If she had ever spoken those thoughts aloud she would've been shamed by her girlfriends, and teased by Joey and Ross.
But that was no longer. Now, for the first time as a couple, they were going to an event that was formal enough to need men in black tie. she could openly admire him and voice her opinions as much as she wanted to. After that relaxation, she had began to be thankful toward Ross for whatever dinosaur thing he had discovered.
The small black dress she had bought from Bloomingdale's just for the occasion had been hanging in her closet for just a few days, and Chandler had grown restless looking at it. every morning when they would wake up, he would grab his robe from her closet and complain about how it was teasing and taunting him by just hanging there.
Monica enjoyed how impatient Chandler got, and she vowed to buy revealing clothing and hang it from her closet more often.
AN: (this is what i was imagining incase anyone cares lolz)
There was a soft knock at her door, and Monica knew just who it was. Having to sneak around for months and months, Monica had soon learned to recognize Chandlers delicate knock on the wood of her door.
"come in!" she exclaimed excitedly, applying her cherry red lipstick in the mirror.
"Hey," Chandler greeted her with a smile, walking to her and placing a kiss on top of her head. He towered over her when she was sitting, and she enjoyed that feeling of being small.
He stood behind her chair and gripped her shoulders lightly, watching her maneuver the makeup in the mirror.
"Hi," She smiled, looking up at him.
He stepped away, walking to sit on her bed and wait for her to be ready. She smiled as she eyed him through the mirror, her eyes scanning up and down his body. He had black dress pants on and a white button up, with the collar popped. He also wore a black tie and gold cuff links. she assumed his suit jacket was out in the living room, probably slung over the back of the couch. If he didn't look so handsome she'd shame him for leaving his clothing everywhere.
He looked irresistible really. His hair was slightly spiked up with product and she could smell his signature cologne from where she was sitting. Rachel and Phoebe didn't understand how Monica found Chandler attractive, but if this image of him didn't answer their question, she didn't know what would.
"I'm almost done I swear." She focused back on getting her makeup done.
"No rush," he reassured her. "But i do want to be here for the tiny dress reveal."
Monica laughed, putting the cap back on the lipstick she was done with. "What if I kick you out?" She stood from her vanity, coming to stand between Chandlers legs and resting her hands on his forearms. Chandlers hands instantly went to her sides, running his fingers up and down her sides. he looked intently at her belly, finally looking up at her when he felt her gaze on the top of his head.
"Please put it on?" He practically pouted, any dignity he had left being thrown out the window.
"Hmmm," she hummed, tracing his jaw lightly with her thumb. " okay."
she pried his strong hands from her waist and walked quickly over to the closet. she slipped out of the old tshirt and old bra she had slipped into after her shower. she turned her head, laughing when she saw Chandlers eyes staring intently at her bare back. He silent hoped she would turn and face him full on, her breast on full display to him. she shook her head smiling, walking over to her dresser. She sadly, did not turn to him.
she picked out a set with a black bra with matching panties that she had bought for valentines just a month earlier. Chandler had loved taking them off of her so much that he had made sure not to rip it with hopes she would wear it again for him.
she stepped out of Chandlers boxers that she had been wearing while doing her hair and makeup, pulling up the panties. she moved slowly, drawing out her movements just to tease Chandler.
she finally stepped back over to her closet, pulling the dress off of the hanger.
She turned so that her back was facing Chandler, once again teasing him. she slowly and sensually pulled it up her body, pulling each strap to her shoulder.
"Zip me up?" she called back to him, looking over her shoudler. Chandler snapped out of his trance and nodded, quickly getting up and striding towards her.
she shivered when she felt his finger tips on her arms briefly, before they went down to her zipper. she was disappointed when his soft and delicate touch left her skin. he could always manage to leave her hot and itchy for him, even with just the tiniest tap or brush. she hated how easily her body reacted to him. she felt out of control, but in a way she enjoyed it. Because though she was out of control, he was in control. and she trusted him quite literally with her life. Monica trusting a man? remarkable.
He pulled the zipper up slowly mimicking her movements from before. when the zipper reached the top he stepped back, allowing her to spin to face him.
He looked stunned , but just for a moment. his lips quickly turned upward into the biggest smile she had ever seen out of him. she couldn't help but blush at the reaction he gave her, not bothering to hide any of it.
"Monica," he scoffed, resting a hand on his hip and running a hand through his hair "God you look,"
"terrible?" she joked, laughing and finishing his sentence.
"exactly." He agreed.
She suddenly felt an immensely large amount of passion bubble up, and she needed to be kissing him right now. she looked from his lips, to his eyes, down his entire body, then back up to his eyes. a method Rachel had taught him to show a man what was on your mind.
"stop it." his smile dropped slightly, a knowing glimmer appearing in his expression.
"what do you mean?" she tilted her head unknowingly, glad her message had gotten across so easily.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what Chandler?" She gladly egged him on.
"Stop looking at me in a way that makes me want to undress you." He replied.
"It's only one zipper," she stepped in closer to him, suddenly feeling quite shorter than him without some sort of high heel for height. "It's only one zipper. one zipper keeping me, from you."
"Monica," he warned. "We have to go in ten minutes."
"Our record for fastest quickie was 2 minutes." she quipped. "And i'm pretty sure you remember our longest."
"Tell me one more time." he breathed.
"4 hours in bed, 7 rounds overall?" She ran her hands up his torso, humming in satisfaction when her hands ran over his stomach that she had spent years dreaming about.
"You're a tease." he watched her small hands work his chest. he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist, not wanting to prevent her from her stomach rubbing.
"Normally yes, but not in this case. I'm openly asking you for sex. if anything, you're the tease." she pulled her eyes away from his pecs, looking back up at him innocently.
"Monica I—"
"Times ticking." she hummed, dragging her hands up his shoulders, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and softly pressing her small body against his. "Now or you'll have to wait until tonight to take this number off of me. And i'm pretty sure you don't want to have to sit through that long dinner with me just next to you, all you can do is look but can't touch. I'd say that's the biggest tease."
He contemplated her words, realizing she was correct. With that he took one hand from her waist, cupping her cheek and leaning down to her lips. his other hand went around to the small of her back, pulling her in close.
she sighed when her lips finally met his, glad he made the right choice. Her bright red lipstick was officially ruined. she pulled away for a second to see his bright red lips. she started laughing, but was soon interrupted when he leaned back in while she was still giggling softly. he swallowed her laugh, replacing it with a soft moan.
she brought a hand to the nape of his neck, her nimble fingers playing and pulling with the ends of his hair. as the kiss escalated and both of their minds grew hazy with desire, she went to kick off a heel. right as it flew back and hit the dresser, the phone rang.
she groaned in frustration, walking over to her nightstand.
"Hello?" she asked annoyedly into the phone. she was back to having utter hatred toward the whole dinner, because it was now preventing her from a night with Chandler. And it would probably be boring anyway. They'd spent too many months hiding with many nights having to stay away from each other because of their roommates prevention. Now that they were public with their relationship they should get every evening uninterrupted with each other.
"Monica!" Rosses voice exclaimed from the other end. "the cars waiting! where are you?"
"Chandler and I got...held up." she replied simply, looking back to Chandler who was now trying to wipe her lipstick off his lips with a tissue.
"Monica," Ross seethed into the phone. "stop doing things with my best friend and get out here."
Monica rolled her eyes at his choice of words. Ross had yet to address Chandler as her boyfriend and not his best friend. It was his silent, judgy way of saying that he wasn't fully onboard with their relationship. "Chill out Ross! We're coming!" Monica shot back.
She heard Ross huff into the phone then it hang up. Sometimes he acted just like he did when they were in Elementary school and it annoyed the crap out of her.
she quickly put it out of her mind and went to reapply her lipstick, then properly clean the red from chandlers. she then stepped into shiny black heels and popped her earrings in.
"Let's go," she sighed once she was fully ready, pulling him up off of the bed from where he was sat. "we'll be back here later, I promise." she offered.
"I wish we didn't have to go." he groaned softly, squeezing her hands in his.
Monica smiled at his adorable face that looked genuinely disappointed. She was silent for a moment until she got an idea. "How about I give you something to look forward to?" She smiled, now barely able to contain her newfound excitement.
Chandler eyed her, waiting to see what she would do next, "What do you have in mind?" He replied cautiously, giving her a questioning expression nas she stepped back from him. keeping eye contact with him, she slipped one hand under her dress, pulling her panties down and off.
"Comando?" he asked in pure disbelief, his mouth open as he watched her toss the panties at his chest. "That's not a promise! that's a taunt!"
Monica grinned, adjusting her dress again. "Let's go get this over with." she turned from him, walking over to the door.
"Please don't do this to me." He begged, not moving from where he was stood.
"Come on sweetie," Monica laughed.
"You'll pay for this, this isn't finished with." he pointed at her, angrily crumpling up the panties and tossing them onto the bed. He walked out the door she had now opened, refusing to make eye contact with her. She walked quickly behind him across the apartment, apologizing to everyone who had been waiting for them for almost half an hour.
"Which purse?" Monica asked, holding up two options. One was a silver clutch and the other was the same design but in black.
Rachel crossed her arms in-front of her chest, tilting her head, "I don't know..." she pondered for another moment, "Do you have any other options?"
"No! No more!" Ross interrupted, Stepping in between them and nudging Monica towards the door.
Chandlers hand slipped into Monica's as they walked down the hallway, helping her down the stairs in her heels.
"So you're not that mad at me?" she teased, gripping his hand as she stepped onto a landing in between two staircases.
"Oh i'm pissed. I'll get you back, you'll see."
~~~
"Monica!" Chandler laughed, hurrying down the front steps of rue Natural History Museum where Rosses dinner was being held. He chased after Monica who was walking angrily in front of him, heading toward the street to call a cab.
"i'm so mad at you!" She whipped around quickly, her eyes narrowed. Her cheeks were flushed and her arms were crossed tightly in-front of her chest.
"Before anything else just take this, your shivering," Chandler observed her small body, taking his suit jacket off and walking closer to Monica to drape it over her shoulders.
"Stop being a good boyfriend!" she hit his chest frustratedly.
"Oh come on, it was just a joke." He grinned at her, pushing a piece of hair out of his face.
"You call that a joke!?" Monica scoffed in disbelief, her eyes wide.
"And a little pay back." he admitted.
*Flash Back*
"Our tables right upfront! All I have to do is walk up those steps to get the award and say my speech!" Ross sat down between Phoebe and Joey, beaming with pride.
"There's a speech?" Joey groaned, shaking his head. Ross glared are him, ignoring his remark.
"It Makes sense we're upfront given you're the one actually getting the award." Chandler commented, pulling Monica's chair out for her before sitting down next to her. Monica shifted her chair closer to Chandlers, already becoming bored. Chandler looked amazing in his suit, yes, but that didn't take away from the fact that she had to sit through this.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd like to thank everyone for coming tonight to celebrate Ross Gellers extraordinary discovery. With this newfound knowledge we will now be able to..." An offical looking man started at the microphone, causing the entire ballroom to fall silent.
Joey slumped back in his chair, letting his eyes close. He would most likely spend the entire evening napping, and taking food breaks in between. Phoebe started playing with her fork and knife. it appeared that she was pretending they were a husband and wife.
Surprising, Rachel was actually paying attention as well as Ross and Monica.
Chandler however, began to grow restless after forty five minutes, and with every glance her stole at Monica, the more annoyed and flustered he became. Just the knowledge that she didn't have any underwear on at all was enough to put him in a bad mood for the entire night.
He knew he couldn't sit there much longer. He had to find some way to entertain himself. It didn't take much pondering to know exactly what he was going to do.
Chandlers hand which was previously resting on Monicas lower thigh, started creeping downwards toward the bottom of her dress. The long table cloth allowed his movements to go unnoticed by everyone except her.
He felt her tense with every movement he made, her head looking straight foward at the man speaking and only glancing her eyes down to what he was doing.
His hand worked up her thigh, squeezing in soft, sensual movements. As his hand moved upward along her bare leg, so did the dress, hiking up higher and higher. She cleared her throat, trying to get his attention. She got it, and her message got across, but Chandler refused to cease his actions.
When his hand finally made it to the top of her thigh, she gripped his wrist, now looking him in the eye.
'don't.' she mouthed to him, fiercely warning him. Chandler just smirked, freeing his wrist from her grasp and continuing anyway. his skilled fingers slid inwards, brushing over her clit. her hand gripped the edge of the table, not being able to bring herself to physically stop him.
his pointer finger started circling her clit, whereas his middle finger started circling her entrance.
"Chandler," She breathed out, her voice only audible to him. She held her breath and close her eyes, hoping and praying that none of her friends would turn away from the speaker to look at her.
As his movements sped up, the wetter she became. she wasn't able to focus on anything as she was drowning in all the sensations, so when she felt a finger entering her she gasped in surprise. Luckily none of their friends heard and turned to her.
Monica fully looked over and found Chandler with the fakest confused expression he could muster. She would laugh out loud if the situation was different.
He leaned his head over so that his lips were right by her ear. He whispered so lowly that she had to continue to breath hear to hear him, "I'm sorry, should I have warned you?"
He was beyond infuriating, but she was only able to groan as his finger went up, going deeper inside of her.
"Nah, I guess not." He nodded to himself, sitting back in his chair. And with that, he added another one, resuming his previously interrupted task of finger fucking her senselessly.
On her clit, his finger alternated between creating circles and giving flat rubs. He now had two fingers pumping on and out of her, and he knew this was enough for her.
She came quite suddenly, fisting the end of the table cloth tightly in her hands and stiffening her body to prevent it from shaking. her toes curled in her shoes, fighting every urge to make any sound.
She tried to calm herself down but it was quite literally impossible. Luckily his hand caught most of her waves of orgasm, but she was still a tad messy. he subtlety wiped his hand with a cloth napkin and brought it under the table, cleaning her up.
How thoughtful.
Normally after any climax she was happy, calm, and sated. But not in this particular situation. she was fuming with anger. if she was a cartoon character her face would be bright red with steam coming out of her ears.
She angrily pushed her chair out and stood, rapidly starting toward the exit.
*flash forward*
"Okay, okay i'm sorry. I apologize." Chandler finally surrendered, unable to take her seriously right now. "Want to go back in?"
"God no, let's take this home." she grabbed his hand, dragging him to the sidewalk.
He happily followed her, looking forward to the the next few hours.