It Started with a Photo

By Daphne

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I don't make money out of them. These are written purely for entertainment.

Season 4 - Chandler has been dating Kathy for a while.

"Chandler give it back now!" Monica demanded and tried to grab the photo he was holding.

He held her off with one arm to give him a chance to examine it again.

"You and Rachel, naked in the bath! Wahoo! Wait until I show Joey!"

Rachel made a grab for it from behind but he was too quick for her. "We can be no more than about 10 and you show Joey and you're dead." She told him.

"So what's it worth?" Chandler asked grinning.

"We won't kick your ass if you give it back." Rachel replied.

"What makes you think I don't want you to kick my ass? It could be fun." Chandler replied still teasing and holding the photo up out of reach. "Why did you bath together?"

Monica sighed. "I can't remember, we were little girls, we did everything together. I'd forgotten about it until Dad brought it round with the others. Trust you to find that one."

"Well this has to be worth dinner, every night for a few weeks." Chandler said eyeing them both.

Rachel sashayed up to him running her hand down her top to distract him whilst Monica snatched the photo away from him. Chandler made a grab to get it back, missed her, so tackled her onto the couch and pinned her down underneath him.

"Chandler get off me you're heavy." Monica complained.

Chandler started to tickle her and Monica descended into helpless laughter and he easily got the photo back off her. He put it in his pocket and stared down at her.

"I'm only going to show Joey and a few of the guys at work who think you and Rach are hot. Joey would never forgive me if I didn’t let him see this."

"You show anyone…!" Monica threatened.

Chandler ignored her and put his head to one side. "You smell really good Monica, have you got new perfume?"

Kathy's voice rung out from behind them. "Yeah, Monica and I wear the same perfume so you can stop sniffing her now Chandler." No-one had noticed her come in.

Chandler got up slightly awkwardly. "Joey told me to tell you he wouldn't be back until late tonight so we have the place to ourselves." Kathy told him.

Chandler smiled at the two girls and patted his pocket. "Shame. Some things will just have to wait until breakfast then."

He allowed Kathy to escort him back across the hall.

Rachel stared after them. "I think you upset Kathy."

"Why?" Monica asked innocently.

"Well wouldn't you be pissed if you found your boyfriend on top of another woman sniffing her and telling her how good she smelled?"

"Yeah but it was only Chandler."

Rachel nodded. "Her Chandler. Now about that photo, we're going to have to sneak in there and get it back."

"Isn't Kathy staying the night?"

"Well presumably she goes to sleep."

It was late when Monica sneaked out of her apartment on her photo retrieval mission, and she bumped straight into Kathy.

"Kathy! It's one o'clock in the morning what are you doing?"

"I'm off home - what about you?."

"I couldn't sleep so started to have a clean out and then the garbage needed emptying."

Neat freak, thought Kathy. "But you don't have any garbage in your hand."

"Jeez, how silly, I must be tired. Anyways what are you doing going off home at this time of night? You didn't fight or anything?"

"No I just forgot I have this really early audition tomorrow right up state. Can you tell Chandler for me? If I woke him he would want it again before I go, we've only done it twice, he'll think he's on short rations. Then I was gonna write a note but try finding things like paper and pens in that place."

"I'll tell him." Monica promised. She watched Kathy go and pretended to go back to her own apartment. Seconds later she was tiptoeing back across the hall.

The apartment was dark, Chandler's room even blacker. He had both blinds and drapes across the window and even letting her eyes adjust she could see nothing. Monica felt her way across to his nightstand, it would be either there or still in his pocket. The floor was strewn with his clothes and something caught at her legs and she tripped and landed sprawling on the bed.

"Kathy." Chandler murmured and put an arm out and hugged her. Monica giggled quietly to herself.

"What you doing in a T-shirt? Were you cold? Come here and let me warm you up."

Monica froze, if she said nothing perhaps he would go back to sleep, but surely he would notice that she wasn't Kathy. His hands hugged her and wandered up her T-shirt, fondling her breasts. At what point should she tell him? Surely he would doze off again soon. But instead he was pulling her T-shirt off.

"Rules of the house, all women have to sleep naked." Chandler murmured. "Except when mothers come to stay." He added with concern in his voice.

Monica smiled, well if he didn't know there would be no harm, as soon as he dropped off again she could retrieve her clothes, get the photo and make a quick exit. She settled down naked next to him. It felt really weird having a naked Chandler snuggled up next to her and she smiled again to herself, she might tell him tomorrow when she got back the photo. But instead of going to sleep she felt something very hard and getting harder against her thigh. He squirmed against her and a nasty suspicion started to form in her mind.

He put his mouth against her ear. "I'm sorry honey I can't sleep now. Would you mind if I just went for a quickie? I have enough wood to build Noah's Ark, all the little animals, and still have enough left to build an entertainment center. I'll try not to disturb you too much."

Monica smirked, how could he have a quickie without disturbing her? She thought Kathy had said he was good….and then the alarm bells really started ringing, he really didn't know and he was moving on top of her. She was going to have to tell him any minute, but she was naked, what would he say when he realized she was naked with him? His legs pushed their way between hers, "Oh Jesus think woman, think." Monica's mind hunted around for a way out of the situation without embarrassment. But she was too late, with incredible speed, he thrust himself up into her.

He groaned as he felt her unexpected tightness and dryness. "Uhhh! You're tight, really tight, were you asleep? I'm sorry babes, this will be really quick, just relax, I'll be there in no time. I need it so bad."

It was too late to tell him now, it would just be too embarrassing. She would just have to keep very quiet and hope he relieved himself quickly.

She lay there passively accepting and accommodating him. His head was on her shoulder as he thrust in and out of her. She could feel his breath on her neck already panting from his exertions. It was all a little surreal, but not unpleasant. She stopped herself short by that thought, not only was it not unpleasant but he had an unusual way of grinding his pubic bone right against her clitoris when he was fully into her. It felt amazing, she couldn't remember teaching him that. It reminded her of that silly dance of his, she would never be able to watch it again without thinking how good that felt ground up against her. She felt herself pulling her legs up and further apart and moving with him, unable to stop herself, keep quiet, keep quiet she kept telling herself, all the time wanting to moan and tell him how good it was feeling.

"You awake now honey? Do you want me to see if we can get you up there too?" He asked her.

His hands moved over her breasts gently pinching and pulling at her nipples and then it started, hot pulses shot up her and she soared as her body started to jerk and jerk. Jesus when was it going to stop? The man above her ground himself against her thrusting faster and harder, he was really going for it and she could hardly breathe. At the point when her most powerful orgasms had before ended another one came crashing down on top of the first and still she kept silent, just clutched and silently shook. Chandler eased a little allowing her to float, moving gently against her until her body started to relax and then he started thrusting hard and she was up again, "Oh my God." She said in a whisper. Just as she thought her body would release her another orgasm came crashing down on her, even before the previous had finished. She had never believed in multiple orgasms but now she was finding it impossible to stop her body going into a type of mania that was almost painful it was so powerful. She couldn't breathe any more. She knew she was gripping Chandler tightly in her vagina and her nails started to drag down his back and then into his butt, but the energy she needed to stop herself crying out had to be released somehow. He was whimpering in her ear, both with pain and pleasure then at last, when she thought she was in danger of passing out, she felt him shudder and groan as he released himself into her.

She lay on the bed next to him shivering, her whole body jelly like, she had painful cramps in her abdomen, which she assumed at first was the effect of the muscles there having to work so hard. It was difficult even to put her legs back together. But in the darkness she was smiling very broadly.

"Oh my God that was good! You OK? You're really quiet." He kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Yeah." She whispered, still not believing he didn't know.

And then, in typical guy fashion, he went to sleep. She lay there waiting for his breathing to indicate that he was definitely gone. As she waited her body starting to drip onto the sheets. She reached with one hand down the bed. She was leaking heavily. Of course Kathy was on the pill and he had ejaculated inside her. But even so there seemed to be a lot, especially if he had come twice already; and then she cursed herself for being so silly, the familiar cramps were period pains. He had brought her period on a couple of days early. She was bleeding onto his bed and most likely had on him. That thought brought her back to reality.

Kathy was not a happy woman. She had got half way home before she realized that she had left her keys at Chandler's so she had to get the cab to turn back and she wasn't sure she had the money to get back to her place again.

The apartment was still dark. She rushed to use the bathroom quickly and then entered his room and switched the light on.

"Sorry honey but I couldn't find my keys in the dark. I think I must have dropped them."

"Uh?" Chandler woke up with a start. "You leaving?"

"I already left but I forgot my keys…Are you OK?" She looked at her boyfriend's terrified expression.

Chandler had done his habitual check that all his tackle was in place, he had a recurring nightmare that someone would take it away while he slept, and always checked when he woke up. But this time he came up with a handful of blood. "I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding!"

"What! Let me see." Kathy rushed over to him. She screamed when she saw him, he was covered.

Joey came rushing in. "What the hell is going on?"

Chandler had gone white and was shivering. "Joey I'm bleeding, the most important part of me is bleeding, look!"

Joey glanced gingerly down. "Jesus you're covered! Where's it coming from?"

Kathy stroked his brow, "It's OK sweetheart we'll get you to a doctor. Does it hurt bad?"

Chandler shook his head, terrified, "I'm only a bit sore. Do you think it's worse if it doesn't?"

"I don't know honey." Kathy tried to soothe him.

Chandler looked up at her and rested his head, in child like fashion, on her chest.

Joey looked distastefully down at his friend. "When did you last have the curse Kathy?"

Kathy looked slightly embarrassed; it was still awkward between her and Joey. "I finished five days ago." She looked down at Chandler and pulled away. "It does look like menstrual blood. It looks like you just had sex with a woman on her period."

The color came back to Chandler. "Thank God."

Kathy looked at him suspiciously. "But I just said I finished five days ago, you know I finished five days ago, and I've just been to the bathroom. That can't be my blood."

Chandler looked down and gently squeezed the end, no blood came out of it. "I'll go shower it off and see if I can see where it's coming from."

But as he got up from the bed both Joey and Kathy gasped when they saw his back.

Joey smirked, "Jesus Kathy you never did that to me! Didn't you like the skin on his back…. Or on his butt?"

Chandler looked bewildered at Kathy's angry expression. "What? What's wrong?"

"Your back Chandler. What the hell happened to your back?" She demanded.

Chandler turned to her bemused. "You happened to my back! The last time we did it you clawed me. I quite liked it, not every time because then I wouldn’t have a back, well not one I could keep my ribs in anyway."

"No I didn't." Kathy said firmly, arms now folded.

Chandler smiled. "I know its embarrassing in front of Joey but…"

"I did not claw your back Chandler." She said it so firmly this time that there was clearly going to be no arguing with her. Chandler grabbed his boxers and a T-shirt to hide the body that was causing all the confusion.

"So who did?" Chandler asked. "Did a cat jump on me the last time we were doing it."

"I don't see any cats and those looked very much like a woman's nails to me. A woman at the height of passion." Kathy told him.

"Look Kathy either you're going mad or I am. You've been gone, what, quarter of an hour? What do you think happened in that time, I picked up some other woman, had sex with her and threw her out again?"

Kathy frowned. "I've been gone an hour Chandler. I left at 1."

"You couldn't have. We didn't finish having sex until 1:30. I looked at the clock."

Joey shrugged, "Perhaps we have a ghost."

Kathy shook her head, "Some ghost!. Look Monica saw me leave at 1, I'll go and get her."

"You can't wake Monica at 2 in the morning."

"What's the alternative Chandler? I don't know about you but I need some explanations. None of this makes any sense."

Kathy disappeared and came back with Monica and Rachel, who came out of curiosity.

"Tell him Monica." Kathy demanded.

"Tell him what?" Monica asked trying not to look nervous or look at Chandler.

"Tell him what time we met in the hall."

Monica squirmed, Kathy had come back, Chandler's intimate parts were covered in blood and he had fresh scratches, deep scratches, down his back that Kathy claimed weren't her. One part of her wanted to giggle at how confused the poor guy must be. The other wanted to dig a big hole for herself. "I don't know," She replied, "Some time between one and half past."

"It was one." Kathy insisted.

"I can't really be sure." Monica corrected.

"OK Chandler. Tell me how many times did we have sex tonight?"

Rachel and Joey smiled, this was certainly entertaining. "Three times, we did it three times." Chandler replied.

"Three times? We did it twice Chandler I even said to Monica that you would think you were on short rations, didn't I Monica?" Kathy was now really pissed.

"I can't really remember." Monica said weakly.

"OK." Kathy continued, trying to keep calm. "The third time you thought "we" did it was there anything different about "me"?"

"You clawed my back." Chandler answered sheepishly. Monica stared at the floor

"Apart from that?" Kathy asked.

"You seemed to have longer hair. " He paused to consider. "And you seemed a bit thinner and you were really quiet….. and you were dry when I… ya know."

Kathy threw up her hands in exasperation. "And none of that seemed odd at the time? So although this woman felt like a completely different woman, and sounded like a completely different woman, and acted like a completely different woman and there was no evidence that she had had sex tonight you still didn't realize it wasn't me?" Every one in the room stared at him.

Chandler looked even more bewildered. "Why should I think it was odd? I woke up to this noise, you'd put your T-shirt back on so I pulled it off and started having sex with you. Who else could it have been? I just needed a quickie before I could get to sleep. What do you think I should do: ask for formal ID every time I have sex just in case some woman has decided she can't spend another night without me?"

"How the hell can you have sex with another woman and not know it was another woman?" Kathy asked, now almost tearful. "We always do it with the light on. Why didn't you turn the light on?"

Chandler looked embarrassed. "I didn't want to disturb you too much. I…"

"You planned on having sex with "me"! How the hell could that not disturb "me"?"

"I thought you were trying to go to sleep so I just thought I could slip it in and go for a quickie without disturbing you too much."

"I cannot believe this!"

Chandler put his arms out to her but Kathy shrugged him off. "Kathy, this is crazy Joey will tell you that women don't come crawling into my bed in the middle of the night just to have sex with me and then disappear again. Even if we go by your timing of things this woman would have needed to have come and gone in the space of an hour."

Kathy thought again, remembering his confusion and upset over the blood.

"This is just so bizarre." Kathy said and this time accepted Chandler's arms.

"Kathy this is weird for me too. Less than an hour ago I had sex with a woman and I have no idea who it was. I have blood all over me and I have no idea whose it is. I have scratches down by back that are still bleeding, but I have no idea who did them."

Joey shrugged, "Are you sure it was a woman?"

Chandler glared at him, "It was a woman."

"And this phantom woman made you bleed?" Rachel asked.

"Show her Chandler….. " Kathy told him, she needed as many people to help her figure this one out as possible.

Chandler looked worried, "Are you sure?"

Kathy nodded, then stood quickly in front of him. "Not your penis your back!"

"I'm really sorry but I've got to go back to bed. I'm really tired." Monica complained and everyone made similar noises. Only Kathy stood rooted to the spot bewildered by the night's events.

Chandler's arrival at breakfast the following morning was greeted with cheers and jeers by the rest of the gang.

Chandler smiled and sat down. "Kathy dumped me."

The smiles fell off everyone's faces and they all looked embarrassed.

"She dumped you?" Monica asked for affirmation.

Chandler glanced up at her as he poured himself some coffee. "Yeah she said that there was no explanation other than that I had had sex with another woman. She found it difficult to believe that I didn't realize it wasn't her and she found that nearly as insulting as me being unfaithful."

Ross looked at him bemused. "She's right. How can you have sex with a woman and not know she's not your girlfriend?"

"I don't know Ross. How can you be so interested in creatures that died out millions of years ago?" Chandler replied.

Rachel moved over to Chandler and glared at Ross. "Are you alright sweetie, are you upset?"

Chandler shook his head. "No, not really."

Monica looked shocked. "Yesterday you were in love with her."

Chandler shrugged. "Yeah, things change. We've never really trusted each other because of the way it started. This was gonna happen at some time."

Joey looked confused, "This" was going to happen some time?"

"But even so?" Monica asked, ignoring Joey.

"The way I figure it either Kathy went mad last night and is insisting I didn't have sex with her when I did."

"Or?" Phoebe asked.

"Or some incredibly hot woman sneaked into my bed last night and gave me the most amazing sex I've ever had. How can that be bad? Ya know I think I might be in love with her." Chandler smiled.

Rachel looked staggered. "But you don't even know who she is! She might be an old crone"

 Chandler smiled again. "I was on top of her! It was like lying on velvet… only with a couple of peanuts sticking into me. She had THE best nipples."

"Velvet skin and peanuts for nipples, that's all you know about her and you're in love with her?" Rachel sneered at him. "How can women say men are shallow?"

Chandler gazed dreamily. "And she was so passionate, she had an orgasm that went on and one. What else do I need to know about her?"

Joey nodded in agreement.

Phoebe frowned, "Her name, her age, her interests, whether she habitually climbs into bed with strange guys, has anonymous sex and disappears again. Whether she is going to continue to rake the skin off your back."

Chandler was not put out. "She wanted me, she was a fantastic lay, and she felt amazing. What else is there? We didn't argue, or have to have some deep conversation about what it all meant, where we were going…"

"She didn't speak!" Rachel reminded him.

"Maybe she's a mute." Joey suggested.

Chandler shook his head. "No: she said a couple of things."

"Yeah?" The others all waited for him to continue.

"I don't know, I think she swore once in the middle of things, and then "yeah" when I asked if she was OK."

Ross shook his head. "So this woman was quite a conversationalist really?"

"It was dark, all women are pretty much the same in the dark…" Joey had to shut up at that point as he was met with a barrage of cushions.

"Well," said Rachel, "I have to go to work now, are you coming Phoebe? and Chandler?" she said as she was going out the door, "If any more women decide to seduce you, please, we really don't need to be woken up the middle of the night for the gruesome details but a name would be nice."

"You can give me the gruesome details." Phoebe said winking at Chandler as she followed Rachel.

Ross watched them go, anxious not to have to travel with Rachel, "Well I'd better go too. Next time Chandler send her over to me."

Joey looked unconvinced, "And what would you do with her? Tell her about the mating habits of the dung beetle!"

"I thought you wanted to share a cab to that audition!" Ross said crossly.

Joey got up quickly to follow Ross out the door. "Did I not say that dung beetles were fascinating? Bye guys."

They were alone. Monica tried to look casual but noticed Chandler wincing as he moved to get up, "How's your back?" She asked him.

"Really sore." Chandler grimaced. "Do you have any antiseptic cream or anything for it?"

"Yeah." She looked through the shelves and handed him a tube.

He looked down at it and up at her. "Do you think you can put it on for me? I can't reach myself."

"Of course not. OK." She said nervously, and he started to unbutton his shirt. "Whoah…"

"I have to take my shirt off - else how will you put it on?"

"Oh right. You'd better lie on the couch then."

He did as he was told. Monica looked down at his back, she really had done some damage.

"Do you think it'll scar?" He asked her, as if reading her thoughts.

"Possibly."

"Cool."

"What?"

"Cool. The idea of my back always showing the evidence of one woman's passion for me. Like a little signature, "This man is so good in the sack that I was unable to stop myself from behaving like an animal."

"If you say so." She said primly.

He looked at her hands as she started to unscrew the top. He held one of them and looked at her nails.

"Nice polish. What color do you call that? Blood red?" He asked.

"Diablo red." I think is what it says on the bottle." She said uncomfortably and pulled her hands back.

She gently dabbed the cream on to the scratches. He flinched slightly as it stung. "Sorry does that hurt?" She asked him concerned.

"Mmmmm yeah, it's great."

"You like me hurting you?"

"No. I love it."

Monica tapped him on the unmarked part of his back. "You kinky bastard. All finished"

"What no! You forgot the ones on my butt."

"I'm not doing the ones on your butt!"

"Oh please I can't reach them and they might go all septic and I might get blood poisoning…" He pleaded.

"OK, OK." She interrupted. She went to get a towel. "Right. I'll turn my back, you expose the injured part and lie on the towel, I don't want you naked on my couch."

She turned away. "I'm ready for you Mon." Chandler said within seconds. "Ready for you to run your hands over my butt."

"One more remark like that and I'll pour vinegar on the scratches."

"Promises, promises."

"Right." She bent down and started to dab, smiling to herself. There was no doubt he had a beautiful butt. "Perfect." She said out loud to herself.

"What Mon?"

"All done." She told him and he moved to stand, pulling his pants up. "Wait for me to turn my back!" She said in alarm as she got a view of him that was not as relaxed as it should be. He had clearly enjoyed her attention.

"Ah come on Mon we have no secrets." Chandler said and carried on as Monica turned swiftly away. "Well thanks for doing that." He said as she turned to face him again. She instinctively glanced down to check that he had put himself away.

"No problem." She replied

"Yeah, the least you could do in the circumstances."

"What?"

"Just saying thank you."

"Oh right. Chandler?"

"Yes honey."

She paused, he was smiling at her with affectionate amusement, she didn't know quite how to respond to that look; "Since I just helped you could you be nice and let me have the photograph back now… please?"

"It's OK I haven't shown it to anyone."

"Good. You can give it back then."

He grinned. "No I need it."

"Why? What for?"

"Bait." He replied.

Author's note: I have had requests for new chapters to my other stories (Problem Solved, The Stuff of Dreams, and the Hot Shower Stories). But unless I think of nothing else but Monica and Chandler at it for the next few months it's going to be difficult to find time to write them all (I have my own stories to star in). Let me know which, if any (including this), you would like me to continue, or would you prefer me to write standalones? I'll go with the majority. Let me know either by review or in private to daphne_bing@hotmail.com.