Monica glanced at the clock in Joey and Chandler's apartment as she padded
softly inside. It was well past midnight. She smiled to herself and went to
Joey's bedroom to make sure he wasn't there. Out on a date.

Monica took a deep breath and stepped into Chandler's bedroom. She smiled
at the ruffled looking Chandler sleeping sans shirt, sprawled across his
bed with the covers kicked off to one side.

Monica crawled onto the bed and up Chandler's body until she was in a
position that only clothes kept them from uniting. She began to rub herself
in a circular motion on top of him, smiling in satisfaction as he began to
grow hard.

Chandler's eyes opened beneath heavy lids, confusion and lust filling his
bright blue gaze.

Monica pulled her head down to kiss him fiercely and he began to catch up to
the events unfolding before him. His arms went to her waist and he pulled her
tight on top of himself.

He may not have understood completely why, but all he knew was that Monica
was on top of him, kissing him, and from the smell in the air ready to fuck
him.

Monica pulled her nightgown up and over her head and watched his eyes glue
themselves to her bouncing breasts.

Chandler used his hands at her waist to pull her up his body so that he could
latch onto one of her nipples with his mouth and nibble slightly on the rosy
tip that instantly hardened at the feel of his teeth.

The feel of her breast tightening was almost painful, but Monica was moaning
because of the electric shots shooting straight to her sex and legs as
Chandler's expert mouth moved back and forth from each nipple, making sure
that each one stayed hard and dark pink.

Monica had finally had enough of the voluptious torture and resisted the
firm grip on her waist to move down his body. He was still wearing boxers,
though his erection was peeking through the very top and they were slightly
wet with his precum.

Monica used her muscles to rip the boxers enough to pull them off of his
body -- her frustration had already been built from his teasings on her
nipples and she wasn't going to wait any longer to feel his rock hardness
inside of her.

Chandler had to admit that this Monica -- the one taking charge -- was
turning him on. He'd always found her bossiness annoying, but now it made
him harder than he ever thought was possible.

Monica engulfed the head of his cock into her mouth for a quick second, then
pulled away just as suddenly -- resulting in an incoherant protest from
Chandler.

But Monica had different ideas. She pulled up to his face again. "No more
games," she whispered before capturing his lips with her own.

Chandler's hands went to her hips again and he pulled her upwards only to
bring her crashing down around his penis.

Monica broke from the kiss to get used to the feel of him inside of her. Her
legs were shaking and shivering in pure ecstasy, and she knew she didn't have
any resolve to move. One more hit against her clit and she would come.

Chandler seemed to realize this and flipped them over so that he was on top
and in control, and kissed her once again before shoving himself inside of
her as far as he could -- so far he could feel the muscles stretching with
his length.

Monica was right and clamped her teeth down on Chandler's tongue with the
sudden warmth as blood rushed from everywhere in her body straight to her
very core. Her orgasm was so powerful it was on the brink of being painful,
making it all that much more pleasing.

Chandler didn't even try to ride her orgasm out . . . at the feel of her
muscles clutching him over and over again at the brink of her pleasure, he
began to jerk as well. Letting out a wild shout that could have been
deciphered as 'Monica' if listened to closely, he relieved himself inside of
her.

Monica felt the all-too familiar feeling of scolching liquid filling her
from the inside and thanked the heavens that she was on the Pill.

Both were surprised to be exhausted from fucking only once, but it had been
so much more than that. One orgasm from each other was so powerful that
neither would be able to come again that night.

But this was all right as the two leaned back on the pillows, ready for
sleep. Not a thought about the weird situation entered their minds as they
began to drift off.

* * * * *

Monica knew she was smiling as she woke up, and she scolded herself quickly.
Anoter wet dream about Chandler. Ever since three days before -- when
Chandler had caught her red handed -- she'd had them nightly. Somtimes more
than one a night.

But last night . . . Monica relished in the memories of her dream. If
Chandler was that good in real life she wouldn't care about their friendship.
She'd jump into bed with him in an instant.

When she finally decided to open her eyes she was filled with horror as she
realized she wasn't in her own bedroom. She jumped upwards in the bed,
clutching the blanket around her small frame as she wildly looked around.

Chandler's bedroom . . .

Chandler was asleep next to her -- also naked she presumed from the parts
she could see.

Monica let out a small gasp and got out of the bed as quietly as she could.
Not wanting to wake Chandler for fear of an awfully awkward moment.

After putting her revealing nightie back on, she rushed out of the apartment
as fast as she could and across the hall and into her own apartment. Once
safely inside she let out a strangled choking noise and rushed for the
bathroom to take a hot shower. Hoping that maybe the water would wash away
the memories that she'd thought earlier were a dream.

Was there such a thing as wet dream-walking?

* * * * *

Chandler woke up without a question in his mind. He took a shower, got
dressed, and headed over to Monica and Rachel's apartment without a thought
in his mind about the dream he'd had the night before.

* * * * *

Monica dropped the scalding pan when Chandler came into the apartment and it
fell onto the floor, creating a black mark that she didn't even notice.

She'd at least thought that Chandler would be too embarassed from the
happenings of the night before to bother coming over for breakfast.

But from the look on Chandler's face she realized that Chandler still thought
it had been a dream. How she wished that she could live in such blissful
ignorance!

"God, Monica, are you trying to start a fire?" Chandler asked, rolling his
eyes as he sat down at the kitchen table. "Is Rachel over at Ross's
apartment?"

Monica nodded meakly and picked the pan up with a hot pad and put it in the
sink. She quickly got out the cleaning supplies to get rid of the black
mark on her floor without even a thought of the half made breakfast on the
stove.

"Where's Phoebe?" Chandler asked after a moment. He knew that Monica was
feeling awkward around him -- even more so than she'd been these past three
days -- but he had no idea why. Maybe she'd had another dream the night
before?

Chandler smiled at this. "So, Mon, you have any interesting dreams last
night?"

Monica let out a gasp and dropped the cleaning liquid she'd been using so
that it poured all over the floor. He knew! He knew that last night was real!

"Well you were very willing!" Monica said angrily, her hands on her hips.

"About what?"

"Last night!" Monica spat out. "And besides -- I was obviously dream walking.
You enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed what?" Chandler asked, getting more confused with every word Monica
said.

"The sex!" Monica said as though he were an idiot. "I initiatied it, I admit,
but I was half-asleep for God's sake!"

Chandler looked at her in disbelief as what she was saying clicked. "We had
sex last night?" he asked.

"Y--" Monica stopped talking with a faint feeling passing through her body
as she realized that Chandler had been teasing her. He didn't remember a
thing about the night before. "No," she said quickly.

"You were about to say yes!" Chandler accused, jumping up out of his chair to
move his hands around wildly. "You and I had sex last night! I can't believe
this! And *you* initiated it."

"Shh," Monica commanded. "Shut up, you idiot. If Ross finds out your dead.
If Rachel finds out she tells Ross. If Phoebe finds out she tells Rachel.
If Joey finds out he tells Phoebe."

"Wow, it's like a chain reaction," Chandler said sarcastically. "Monica, I
remember last night and . . ." Chandler trailed off, at a loss of words. "It
was amazing."

"And we were both half asleep," Monica said firmly.

"We didn't use a condom," Chandler began.

"I'm on the Pill," Monica informed him. "Don't worry about it."

"If you're on the Pill . . . that means you can do it anytime anywhere, am I
right?"

"Wow, Chandler, you know so much about women if you know about the Pill,"
Monica said sarcastically. "And I'm not having sex with you again. That was a
one time thing that happened under the influence of being half asleep."

"Na-uh," Chandler disagreed. "When I'm half asleep I don't perform as well as
you made it sound like I was last night. The minute I realized what was
happening I was instantly awake."

"Same here," Monica murmered under her breath so that he couldn't hear her.
Then, louder: "But you thought it was a dream."

Chandler gave her a sheepish half smile. "Well, I would think it was a dream,
wouldn't I? You'd never go for me in real life and you didn't say more than
a sentence last night. You seemed a lot like my dream Monica."

"You have a dream Monica?" Monica asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Doesn't everybody?"

"No . . . it's just that I was going to say that . . . I have a dream
Chandler too," Monica said, knowing that saying it was going to let Chandler
know what she was actually feeling. "As you already know," she added,
thinking of the other night.

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A special thanks to Sue -- who's been helping me develope plots and gave me
the 'I have a dream Chandler too' line.
~Haley J. The Bat~