The Perfect Weekend

Remember in Season 5 when Chandler and Monica went away together for a whole weekend of being naked together? Well, this is how that should have gone. Its NC-17 rated, but I’ve warned you, so please no “ew” reviews. I don’t own these characters or make any kind of money off them. I only wish I did.

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Chandler had been thinking about her all day long. He kept trying to concentrate on his computer screen, but the numbers seemed to make no sense whatsoever. He couldn’t stop thinking about Monica and spending the whole weekend away with her. He had promised them both a weekend of naked, and the thought was driving him crazy.

Monica too hadn’t been able to concentrate at work. She had almost burned her hand and had dropped a saucepan of pasta onto the floor, nearly scalding herself with boiling water. A few months ago, the thought of Chandler naked for a whole weekend would probably have sent her running to the hills in terror. Now it sent her running into his arms as soon as she got home from work and found him alone in her apartment. Chandler kissed her passionately and held her tight even after the kiss ended.

“Hey honey,” he mumbled into her dark hair. “Good day at work?”

“No. I kept wishing you were there,” she replied.

“Wow, must have been a really bad day if you wanted to throw things at me when I wasn’t even there,” Chandler joked.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” Monica said, chuckling.

“No? How about you show me why you wanted me there then?” Chandler sugested.

“No problem,” Monica said, grinning.

They smiled at each other and kissed again, but had to jump apart quickly when Joey and Phoebe came in arguing about whether Phoebe actually invented the song “Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life”. Chandler rolled his eyes at Monica and wished the weekend would hurry up and come.

When they finally got to their hotel on Friday night, Chandler and Monica just turned to each other and smiled. They stepped together and kissed softly.

“So, why don’t we get started on that whole naked weekend thing?” Chandler suggested.

“Sure,” Monica agreed. She kicked off her shoes, and waited while Chandler did the same, then pulled her close to him.

“You looks so gorgeous,” he whispered. She smiled.

“Thanks. You look pretty good there yourself,” Monica returned the compliment.

Chandler was too busy kissing her neck and gently pushing away her top to answer. Monica put her arms around him to hold herself steady while he kissed her collarbone and slid his hands up her top to massage her breasts through her bra.

“Hey, don’t get offended or anything, but I thought since we’re going to be spending the whole weekened naked, I thought maybe we could spice it up a little,” Chandler said nervously.

“Yeah? I’m intregued,” Monica smiled, kissing him softly.

“Hang on a second then,” Chandler told her, and reached into his bag. Monica watched, wondering what he had brought. He showed her a couple of silk scarves. “Joey gave them to me as a joke Valentines day present last year. I forgot all about them until the other day,” he explained.

Monica smiled. Chandler sure was different now they were together. Before London, she never would have imagined him to be the tying up kind. She wondered if he had thought the same about her. Realizing Chandler was watching and waiting for her response, Monica slowly took the scarves out of his outstretched hands. She kissed him deeply, and pushed him towards the bed. Chandler couldn’t help smiling. As he had guessed she would, Monica had already decided to tie him up first. It was the competative, power-crazy streak in her coming through.

Chandler allowed himself to be tied up, with his arms spread wide, one wrist tide to each of the bed posts. As Monica hovered above him, smiling teasingly at him, Chandler was already beginning to feel excited. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, although his arms were still in the sleeves. She licked her way down his chest, gently kissing the small scar from where he’d had his third nipple removed. When she reached the top of his trousers, Monica quickly unfastened them and slid them down his legs. When they were off completely, she tossed them onto the floor.

“I love when you’re messy,” Chandler teased her.

“Do you want me to gag you as well?” Monica joked. Chandler just grinned at her.

“Hey, if you gag me, I get to gag you later,” he reminded her. Monica thought about this for a second, then decided not to gag him. She hadn’t really been serious about doing so in the first place. Chandler laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me Mr-Teddy-bear-boxer-shorts,” Monica said, catching sight of them.

“Oh God! I uh, thought you’d think they were, uh, cute?” Chandler lied unconvincingly. Monica laughed, and soon discarded the boxer shorts onto the floor. She pulled herself back up to kiss Chandler’s lips. When she slid back down his stomach, Monica lightly kissed the head of Chandler’s erect penis, making him moan softly at the gentle touch.

Monica stood up and took off her top. Chandler watched as she undressed until she was only wearing her bra and panties, then she went back to licking his cock. Chandler moaned. The feel of her wet tongue was driving him wild. She pulled back and Chandler moaned in frustration. She stood up and unhooked her bra, then stepped out of her panties. She stood before him naked for a few moments, teasing him with the sight of her, before starting to stroke him.

When the look on Chandler’s face told her he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, Monica stopped what she was doing and got up. Chandler stared at her, wondering why the hell she had stopped when he was so close.

“Chandler, where are your condoms?” Monica asked urgently.

“Front pocket of my bag,” he told her.

Monica quickly found one and took it out of the wrapper. She rolled it onto Chandler then straddled him. As he entered her, she realised that teasing him had turned her on just as much as him. Monica began to tire sooner than usual, because normally when she was on top, Chandler would support her by placing his hands on her waist, but she gritted her teeth and kept it up until she felt Chandler quiver and heard his groan. She felt her own orgasm wash over her and collapsed. Chandler had his knees up to support her as she leaned back.

“Okay, time to swap places,” Chandler said, once they had both recovered. Monica smiled and got off him. She untied him, and as soon as she had done so, Chandler pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He had missed touching Monica during sex more than he ever would have expected.

“Okay,” Monica agreed, kissing him lightly on his forhead. Chandler gently guided her to the bed, where he tied her wrists to the bed posts. He kissed her once, before standing up, glad to finally be able to remove his shirt, then he leaned back down on top of her.

Monica soon became frustrated that while Chandler spent long minutes kissing, licking and stroking her breasts, she couldn’t touch him at all. All she could do was lie there and squirm under his touch. When he started inching his way lower, Monica moaned softly in anticipation of what was to come. But Chandler didn’t go any lower than her flat stomach. He allowed his fingers to play in the hair between her legs for a few seconds, but didn’t linger there.

Instead, he lay so that more of his weight was on her, although he supported himself on his arms, and simply kissed her passionately. As much as Monica loved Chandler’s kisses, she could feel him pressing against her inner thigh, and was desperate for him to enter her. When she was almost crying in frustration, Chandler suddenly got up. As he reached for a condom, he watched Monica’s face. Her beautiful blue eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly open. As he rolled the condom on, Chandler wondered idly if he looked like that when he was that turned on.

Monica screamed when Chandler finally thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his hips to make sure he couldn’t tease her anymore. Chandler’s thrusts were hard and fast and Monica bucked her hips to meet him. When she came, Monica sank back, so she was only held up by the scarves that tied her wrists to the bed. Chandler came a few seconds later, and slammed into her one last time.

Once they had both calmed down a little, Chandler reached up and untied Monica’s wrists. He lay down next to her and gently stroked her stomach.

“Wow,” she said quietly.

“I know,” he agreed just as quietly.

They kissed softly, and as the kiss grew more passionate, Monica’s hands twined round Chandler’s neck. Chandler let his hand drift down to her breast, and they were soon making love again, much slower this time. They kept kissing almost the entire time. Once they were both done, Chandler curled his body around Monica’s and they fell asleep.

Okay, I know this is short, I’m very sorry. But I’m going away for a week tomorrow, and I wanted to get this posted today. Please review, and I’ll post the next part as soon as I can.

Ok, so its almost a year later and lets face it, this will probably never get finished.