Love In a Photograph

More than friends

Can someone fall in love as quickly as I have?" Chandler thought. She looked at him and smiled at him with her pearly white teeth. Thoughts flashed through my brain, did she feel the same way about me? I breathed in and released a soft gasp of air.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, slightly confused. She looked at me, her eyes that were as brown as milk chocolate. They glistened like a christmas bauble on a christmas tree.

She sat there, staring at me looking more serious.

I opened my mouth to speak, "I-"

Monica leaned in quickly and her lips touched mine. A tingling feeling entered my body but I didn't know what to do. She was kissing me! I pulled away, unsure of what to do. Monica opened her eyes,

"Shit, sorry..." she whispered and scuttled away from Chandler.

Just when Monica stopped kissing him, he realised how much he wanted it, needed it. Or was he just drunk?

"No, no..." Chandler said back and leaned on top of her, it felt right. It was right. He placed his lips on top of hers. He felt Monica slip her hand through his hair. She wrapped her fingers around his soft thick hair. Monica pushed him back, kissing passionately, and he was laying upright on the sofa. She felt his tongue enter his mouth causing Monica to let out a low moan. Monica lifted her lips of his and leaned over him, her face barely touching his,

"Chandler..." she muttered, stroking his face. He smirked and sat up, Monica thrusted her body on top of him, crouching on his legs. Chandler planted his lips on her neck, she felt slightly uncomfortable by this. Just a couple hours earlier someone else did this to her without her wanting it except this felt better. It wasn't forced or rough. She started to feel more comfortable with it. He grabbed her waist, slipping his hands in her skirt. Monica moved out of the way of his kisses and started to unbutton his ruffled navy blue shirt. Slowly, his rosy pink skin came more into view. She tugged the sleeves of his shirt off his arms.

She laughed awkwardly when they got stuck around his wrists, but eventually tugged them off. He wrapped his now bare arms round her waist and lifted her up. He felt her slipping so he walked faster to her door. Monica giggled cutely, creating Chandler to love her even more...

Love? Was he actually in love?

Monica purposely left his grasp to open her lavender coloured door. Chandler gently pushed her on the freshly duvet bed. She was now laying on the bed, her jumper slightly revealing her stomach. She smirked cheekily when she noticed Chandler hesitate,

"Don't worry, I'm not that drunk that you should feel guilty but I am drunk enough to be stupid enough to actually do this."

"Eh, that's good enough," he joked and slowly crawled on top of her. She touched his chest and felt her body arch upwards. Chandler started to lift up her perfectly ironed sweater to reveal a floral black bra. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down so he was on top of her. She turned him around so she was now on top of him. She began to unzip his cotton white pants. She slides them off. She then repeated those steps to herself, unbuttoning her sleek miniskirt. They were no in their underwear, laying ontop of eachother, kissing quickly.