Chandler woke up with Monica tucked into his side. He could vaguely smell her perfume, and as his hand crept under her body to put her closer he suddenly realised the full extent of the situation he had got himself into.
"Mon?" He whispered. There was light burning through the wispy curtains so it couldn't be that early. "Mon?" He shook her again. Her eyes began to flutter as she groaned quietly to herself. "Wake up. We need to get moving" he smiled down to her. Her cool body pressed against his warm side, enough to create a small electric spark, and kissed his chest. "Do you love me Chandler?" She whispered, her hand slowly coming to rest on him stomach. "You know the answer to that one sweetie"
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Saving her
FanfictionMonica's 18, just out of High School and has a slight underage drinking problem (and she's not fat) and Chandler's 19 and has dropped out of college to run away and live on the road. What happens when Monica goes with him? (I'm so bad at summaries) ...
