The One With The Mengliad

By: Jana

Chapter Thirty

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--“How long do you think they’ll be in there?” Monica asked weakly, Chandler’s hand on her bare skin causing her breath and words to hitch as she spoke.

“Thirty minutes, maybe?” he answered, knowing without second guesses, why the question was posed, rolling the pert skin atop her breast between his thumb and forefinger as he asked of her, “Scooch down in your seat a little.”

“Why?” she asked, though she immediately complied anyway, before he even started to answer.

“You know why,” he whispered, dropping his hand to between her legs, which she quickly opened for him, then, as he pressed his palm against her, he asked cautiously, in a strained tone, “Can I rub myself against you?”

“Yes,” she answered instantly, moaning when he began to rock into her while arousing her with the movement of his hand.

Within a few minutes’ time, she was tensing from the force of her emotions, and from her growing need for release, which caused her to start to shake, and then she began to cry.

“Relax,” he whispered, grazing his lips across her cheek, up to her ear.

“I can’t!” she cried. “It’s too- too intense. I can’t- I can’t- Just- just stop, please,” she begged, squirming to lessen the contact of his hand, to which he just shifted with her, but held his palm steady, stopping all movement, including the rocking of his hips.

“Monica, it’s ok,” he assured her, “The intensity is part of the enjoyment. You’re just overwhelmed, because you’ve never experienced this before. Just, relax,” he instructed her for the second time. “Try to flow with it, ok? Don’t fight it.”

When he started moving his hand only, once again, she immediately stiffened, gasping in air, crying out, though weaker than before, “Chandler, please, it’s too much.”

“Are you in pain?” he asked, slowing the pace of his strokes against her as he awaited her answer, even though he knew she wasn’t actually feeling discomfort.

“No,” she admitted, breathing heavily, straining to speak, “But, it’s too extreme! I’m going insane!”

“You’re not, I promise,” he whispered, picking up speed gradually, planting soft kisses along her jaw line consolingly, asking as he did, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, her tone teetering on the brink of what sounded like fear.

Instantly picking up on her distress, he asked her gently, “What are you so afraid of?”

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, “It just, keeps growing and growing, and, it doesn’t seem like it’s ever going to stop, and, I just, don’t know how much more I can take, or what’s going to happen if it does stop.”

“It’s going to keep growing,” he told her, “Until it stops. And it will, eventually, stop. I’m going to make it stop.”

“How?” she asked, oblivious to the hidden meaning within his words due to the state she was in.

Smirking against her, so that she could feel him do so, he whispered, “How do you think?”

“Oh,” she whispered back, catching on, then she asked, “With as intense as this is, that’s gotta be ten times worse, right?”

“If by worse you mean more intense, then, yes,” he answered, “But, it will be a pleasant intensity. This would be, too,” he added, “If you weren’t so freaked out right now.”

“How can I not be?” she asked anxiously. “I feel like I’m going to explode!”

“Monica,” he sighed, “You need to relax. And when I say relax, I don’t mean your body. I mean, relax your mind. You’re trying too hard to catch up with what’s happening, instead of just riding it through. Let it lead, and you just, follow. Don’t try to control it.”

As soon as he said it, it was like a light bulb went on inside his brain. She was trying to control it.

“You can’t control it, Monica,” he whispered. “Relinquish the control,” he added, “And it won’t seem so overwhelming.”

“I don’t know how,” she replied, on the verge of panic, then begged of him, “Tell me how.”

“You need to relax,” he repeated, suggesting in a soft comforting tone as he brushed his lips across and around the contours of her ear, “Stop thinking about it so much. You’re focusing on the power of it. You’re fighting it, instead of submissively accepting it.”

The change in her was almost instantaneous. Literally, he could feel the difference, her mind no longer in turmoil, her body moving with him, opposed to writhing impatiently, her whole being more at peace.

“There’ya go, baby,” he whispered, rocking his hips into hers once again, when he saw the look of pleasure wash over her face, leaving the scowl of frustration far behind. “Better?”

Nodding, she then whispered, as if all the air had left her lungs, “Oh, God… this is incredible!”

“This,” he whispered back, “Is just the beginning. Wait till the finale,” he added, grinning slight when she moaned in response. “Whatever happens,” he told her, “Just keep doing what you’re doing. It’s working.”

“If something weird is about to happen, please,” she asked of him, “Tell me now. I don’t like surprises,” she added, concern edging her tone, to which he shushed her softly before lightly kissing her pursed lips.

“It’s not dissimilar from what Humans experience,” he assured her, “It’s, just, more intense. More pleasurable. At least, from what I’m to understand. Having never been Human, I’m only going by what I’ve heard.”

“Speaking as a former Human,” she returned breathlessly, “In comparison, this is mindblowing!”

“When you get to the brink,” he instructed, “Tell me.”

“Why?” she asked, panting unevenly as her body climbed in ways she didn’t think possible.

“Because,” he answered, “I’m going to try to help ease you through it.”

Scowling curiously, she asked again, “Why?”

“Because,” he quipped, smirking, “I don’t want your brains all over the car.”

Smirking back for a moment, she asked as it slowly faded, “How will I know?”

“You’ll know,” he answered simply, in a whisper, then he moaned, finally able to surrender to the pleasure he was feeling, relaxed enough to do so, since she was, at last, enjoying herself, instead of panicking. “I can’t wait to make love to you properly,” he breathed. “To be inside you, surrounded by you, fully and completely connected to you.”

“Yes,” she sighed in agreement, her gyrations against his hand picking up pace, almost frantically, gasping seconds later before whispering, “I think I’m close.”

Nuzzling into her hair, just behind her ear, he asked of her in a soft tone of voice, “Let me control the speed. Be still.”

It took several moments for her to comply, her body almost on auto pilot, but eventually, she relaxed, stopping all movement, allowing him to take over completely.

Nearly a minute later, and she was there, her body tensing, her muttered words, including ‘oh, God’ and ‘holy shit’ barely audible, and then she screamed out, her thoughts far from the attention it might bring them in doing so, to which he dropped his lips onto hers to silence her while slowing the pace and lessening the contact of his hand against her.

Feeling her start to relax, knowing she was drifting, he pulled back, breaking the kiss, then asked her in a whisper, “Do you want another one?”

Confused, she asked, “You can do that?”

“You can do that,” he answered with an amused smile, adding, “But I can help. Is that a yes?”

“I kinda do,” she replied shakily, “But, my body feels like jello, at the moment. I don’t know if I could handle another one,” she added truthfully, her tone almost requesting his opinion on the matter.

“Subsequent ones aren’t as strong,” he told her, “If that helps in the decision making.”

After a moment of deliberation, she nodded slowly, smiling back at him when he offered her a slight grin.

“Don’t scream this time,” he asked of her, then started to gently, almost lazily, stimulate her again.

“Sorry,” she apologized, “It sorta took me by surprise.”

“It’s just because we’re in such a public place,” he explained, adding, “If we weren’t, you could be as loud as you wanted to be, and I would have zero issues with that.”

“Good to know,” she semi-quipped, her slight smile dropping as she started to climb once again. “Already?” she asked, knowing he would fully understand what she meant by the one word question.

Nodding, he whispered, “You’re already there, so it takes no time at all to get you back up. Just relax, ok? Let me control the pace.”

Struggling not to move with and against him, she focused on making her body go limp, save her fisted hands, then moaned loudly as she rapidly approached the edge of release once again.

“Don’t scream,” he reminded her in a whisper, then pressed his lips to hers as he firmly and quickly brought her, for the second time, to the brink and over.

They kissed passionately as she rode it out, his movements slowing to a stop, then, in a decision that took a millisecond to make, Monica shifted positions slightly, reached down between them, which broke his body’s contact with hers, and started to undo his pants’ snap and zipper.

Shocked, he pulled back abruptly, his expression asking the question his voice was unable to.

“I’m doing, just what you think I’m doing,” she answered with barely noticeable grin, adding, “I’m helping you to not make a mess in your pants.”

“Monica--”

His attempt to argue was cut off by her placing a single finger to his lips. “I know you want me to,” she whispered, adding, “And I want to, too, ok?”

Almost as if in a daze, he nodded weakly, settling back in the seat as she exposed him, then immediately wrapped her hand around him. Lost to the sensations she was creating, he closed his eyes, his breathing ragged as the impending rush of pleasure drew closer.

When he tensed and gasped, and his expression changed, she thought he was there, but the physical proof of that never came. Then, he reached out to grab her hand, stopping her movements, which just further confused her.

“What?” she asked, scowling, the frown she wore deepening when he smirked back at her.

“I’m done,” he told her, laughing shortly at the quizzical look she threw back at him.

“How can you be?” she asked. “You didn’t…”

When she trailed off, he admitted, “Mengliads can control that.” Her return expression told him she needed more of an explanation. “It’s to help prevent unwanted pregnancies. We decide, when to release… you know, sperm. We can feel the pleasure, without producing the product.”

Still seemingly confused, he sighed as he put himself back together, zipping up and buttoning his pants before telling her, “I’m sorry I didn’t say something sooner. I was about to, but, you put your finger to my lips and stopped me.”

“I’m not angry, Chandler,” she assured him, “I’m just… thrown, a little, I guess. I mean, how is that possible? How can you, just, not produce it?”

“I’m still technically producing it,” he answered, “But, I can decide, when to release it.”

“How?” she asked again, to which he chuckled softly as he pulled her into his arms.

“It’s almost like, bladder control, in a way,” he used in analogy. “You can control when you use the restroom, right?”

“Usually,” she returned sarcastically, then added more seriously, “Though, some people, have accidents.”

“Ditto,” he replied, smirking at the oddness of the conversation.

“So,” she asked, “Sometimes, while in the throes of… you know, passion, one might have an accident, and release the little guys?”

Laughing as he nodded, he then muttered, “It’s been known to happen. It takes concentration.”

“Have you ever?” she asked, to which he laughed again.

“Why are you so interested in this?” he questioned her light-heartedly, amused by her curiosity.

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug, “It’s just, so very different, from anything I’ve ever known.”

“That’s cause you’ve only ever known Humans,” he returned, kissing her hair affectionately before answering her previous question. “And, yes, I have. In my younger years,” he added, for pride’s sake. “It’s a discipline that needs to be… fine tuned.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, picking up on the tone he’d used, “Is that a sore spot for Mengliad men?”

“Can be,” he answered. “For me, not so much.”

“Ok, so, if that can be controlled,” she mused, “Then, theoretically, there would be no need for birth control, right?”

“Depends on how much control the man has over it,” he answered.

“I meant for us,” she clarified, adding with a slight smirk, “Since you don’t seem to have any problem with it.”

“Correct,” he stated with confidence, “We wouldn’t need to worry about that.”

“Completely sure of that, are you?” she teased, laughing when he did, snuggling deeper against his side as he pulled her tighter to him.

“Let’s just say, many a lonely night flying solo has allowed me much practice,” he quipped, though the sentiment was truthfully serious.

“Yeah, well, you won’t have to worry about that anymore,” she assured him. “I could do that a hundred times, every day! I don’t see how Mengliads get anything done! All I want to do, is that, again and again and again! Till I’m so exhausted, I can’t see straight!”

“That good, huh?” he laughed, then told her, “Too much of a good thing often breeds boredom. In most relationships, eventually, your enthusiasm for intimacy weans. With us,” he added, “It probably won’t as much, because, we have Chimie.”

“The Chimie is what connects us, right?” she asked, gaining slight seriousness; he nodded in response.

“Yes,” he answered, asking in return, “Why?”

“Sometimes,” she said, in thought, “I can feel you pretty strongly. Other times, I can hardly at all. Why is that?”

“Because,” he answered, “We haven’t become one yet.”

“Do you mean by that, what I think you mean?” she asked.

“Probably,” he laughed, asking, “What do you think I mean?”

“Actual sexual intercourse,” she answered, blushing slightly, though why she was, after what they had just shared with each other, she didn’t quite get.

“Then, yes,” he whispered, kissing her hair consolingly when he sensed her unease. “When that happens,” he added, “Our connection will be strongest.”

“Always?” she asked, “Or just while we’re… connected?”

“Always,” he answered, “Though the connection won’t always be of a sexual nature, just like it isn’t now. Only while being intimate, is it of an intimate nature. Other times, it will be, whatever it needs to be. If you’re sad, scared, frustrated… I will be able to tell, and be able to be there for you.”

“And vice versa, right?” she added, “Since I’m feeling it, too.”

“Exactly,” he murmured, relaxing into a more comfortable position with her, leaning his head against hers and sighing contentedly before whispering, “That was the most fantastic experience of my life.”

“For me, too,” she whispered back, her smile growing wider.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it. By the way you were panicking,” he added with a touch of seriousness, “I was starting to think, that maybe, I was going to have to stop.”

“I just took your advice,” she explained, “And, just, stopped thinking so much about it. I found something else to focus on,” she added.

“And, what was that?” he asked curiously.

“Your breathing,” she answered, adding after a brief pause, “And the movement of your hand. You were working in a pattern,” she informed him, as if he didn’t know.

“Yeah,” he replied, glancing down at his watch before muttering disappointedly, “They’ll be back soon.”

Nodding, she asked, “Phoebe will know, won’t she? About what we just did,” she added for clarity’s sake. “You said she is fairly intuitive.”

“Yeah, she is,” he admitted, then whispered, “And, yes, she will probably be able to sense it. Does that bother you?”

“Only in that I don’t want to cause her any more pain,” she answered, a sadness to her tone that he easily caught.

“I don’t either,” he insisted, “But I’m also not going to hide my love for you. It’s too strong to, anyway, but, I also shouldn’t have to.”

“I’m not asking you to,” she soothed, tucking her hand up under his shirt, resting it on his bare chest, over his heart. “Just, around Phoebe, we should try to, keep from flaunting it.”

“It means a lot to you,” he asked with a sigh, “Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she answered, “It does.”

“You were hurt before,” he ventured carefully, “Weren’t you?”

“Is it that obvious?” she asked, somewhat rhetorically, but he nodded in answer anyway. “Yeah,” she muttered, the pain from the experience she was referring to leaking into her tone, “I was hurt before. And that was without the added emotions of this Chimie thing,” she added, then whispered, “What she’s going through is worse, and must feel like utter hell.”

“I’ll try to restrain myself, when around her,” he conceded indirectly, immediately asking, “Can I ask, what happened? With you getting hurt before, I mean.”

“Not today,” she whispered, running her hand, still under his shirt, up to his neck, adding as she traveled, “It’s a long story, and, we don’t have much time left. Besides,” she told him as she draped her legs over his, just short of climbing into his lap, “I’m on too much of a high right now, and I don’t want to come down yet.”

“Fair enough,” he returned with a smirk, then, sliding his hand up to rest on her thigh, told her in all truthfulness, “There’s only one thing, that would make this moment more perfect, than it already is.”

“I know what you want me to say, Chandler,” she sighed, “I’m, just, not ready to yet.”

“You already feel it, Monica,” he announced, in a tone teetering between desperation and some kind of attempt to convince her, “I know you do. Is it so hard, to say the words?”

“If you can feel how I feel,” she countered, “Why is it so important to hear me say it?”

Without answering the question, he asked, “Are you afraid to say it?”

“A little,” she admitted after a long silent pause.

“Why?” he asked gently, in a near whisper.

“It has to do with being hurt before,” she explained vaguely, “And I don’t want to discuss that right now.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, then told her as he slowly caressed her leg, “We don’t have to talk about it, and you don’t ever have to say the words, if you don’t want to. As long as you feel it, I’m the luckiest man on the planet.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she assured him, “It’s just that, I’m not ready to.”

“What needs to happen, for you to be ready to?” he asked curiously, treading carefully, so as not to upset her further.

“I’m not exactly sure,” she answered honestly, “But when it happens, I’ll know.”

“Damn,” he whispered suddenly, “They’re coming back.”

Looking out into the parking lot, Monica saw Phoebe and Joey on the approach, prompting her to shift positions as she began to leave his lap. Before she could, however, he quickly raked his fingers into her hair, bringing her to him, his lips seeking hers in a just-short-of-passionate kiss.

Breaking it seconds later, he whispered urgently, as if rushing to get out all he had to say, before his friends arrived at and climbed into the vehicle, “I know you’re scared-- Hell, I am, too, but, just so you know, I would never hurt you, and maybe you’ve heard those words before, but I mean them! I love you, Monica. Any surprises, any problems, any obstacles that come our way, it’s ok, because I will always love you. You’re the woman I’m meant to spend the rest of my life with. I’m sure of it, but if you need proof of that, just tell me what you need from me, and I’ll do it.”

Glancing out towards the still nearing Phoebe and Joey, to see how many seconds she had left in which to answer, she whispered, “I don’t need you to prove your love for me, Chandler, I just need more time. I just need you to try and understand that.”

“You can have all the time in the world,” he whispered back, “And, even if not fully, I do understand.”

“Thank you,” she returned in the same hushed tone, quickly moving into the seat beside him as the front passenger door opened, somewhat startling her.

As Phoebe looked inside, her attention landing on the two occupants of the backseat, she froze, seconds ticking by awkwardly as Joey, without concern or awareness, opened his door and plopped into his seat behind the wheel.

“We got the car charger, and a bunch of extra minutes,” Joey informed as he started to unbag the newly purchased items, adding casually, “And they let us activate the thing, even though they were kinda being stupid about it at first.”

Sighing as she dropped her gaze and head, Phoebe sat heavily in her seat, occupying herself with the simple tasks of closing her door and latching her seatbelt as Joey continued rambling.

“We had to show them that it was an 800 number, and then they would only do it if they dialed in the number! Like they thought we were gonna call China or something!” he scoffed as he plugged the charger into the cigarette lighter, then the phone into the opposite end before turning sideways to better face Chandler, extending the phone towards him as far as it would reach.

Straining to avoid looking at Phoebe, forcing his tone to sound upbeat and untroubled, Chandler quipped, “Wow, cord’s a little short, ain’t it? Near about have to sit on the dash, like one of those bobble-head dogs, just to use the phone while it’s plugged in!”

Joey laughed, but he was the only one who did, as Chandler inched to the edge of his seat and took the phone from his outstretched hand. Pulling Marcy’s phone from his pocket, he located the call history in the menu, found the last incoming call, then punched the number into the new phone and hit send; Marcy answered almost instantly.

“Marcy,” he said into the phone, “It’s Chandler…”

To be continued

Author’s Notes:

I know this chapter pushes the line, as far as the rating goes, but my beta reader assures me it’s vague enough to keep it at ‘T’, which is what I want for this story, so that it will stay on the main page.

So, what did we think of the Mondlerness? Don’t worry, there’s gonna be more, later, and more action, too! Definitely gonna be more than 35 chapters. And, there will most likely be an NC-17 chapter that will only be available on my personal website, because of the rating… I’ll keep y’all updated on that.

It’s also possible, that I will be writing a ‘sequel’. My beta reader and I have been talking about it. I’m gonna need to get some feedback on that though. If you wanna see me keep going with this story, please review and let me know. If enough people want to see me continue this story, I will, but I need you to let me know, k? Let me know now, so I can get started on the outline.

Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy Mother’s Day! So sweet of you guys! (smile)

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