Author: Jen

Author's Note: Fun, fluffy story. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters

A/N: Joey and Chandler have been having a secret fling. How long can they go without truly talking about what this fling is?

My eyes are opening to the morning sun. I feel warmth, a comfortable heat that – oh shit. I did it again - I'm spooning Joey.

I stay as still as possible as I see my arm and leg are clung over Joey's sleeping body.

See, Joey and I have been having a bit of a fling, if you will. It sort of just happened a few weeks ago and since then we hook up every night and end up waking up in the same bed every morning. Unfortunately, my stupid sleeping ass tends to occasionally wrap my limps around Joey in the middle of the night. Luckily, I don't believe he's aware since everytime it happens he's still asleep as I carefully unhook my body from his.

I successfully move back to my side of the bed, unattached from Joey.

I actually wouldn't mind a little cuddling, but I fear that might fall into relationship territory and I don't want to risk scaring Joey. I'm really enjoying this casual sex thing a lot – like a whole lot. Joey is really good in bed, which I guess I should have known. But more than that, I like it because my trust level is so high with him that, for once, sex actually comes easily. I'm relaxed; I know I'm in good hands… mmhm his hands… I'm picturing where his hands were last night. My mind starts wandering when the body next to me starts shifting under the covers.

I look over and watch Joey throw his arm over his eyes to shield the sunlight that's beaming in from the window.

I wish I wasn't so attracted to him, I don't think I should enjoy waking up next to him as much as I secretly do.

Usually, in the week I'm already up and out the door for work, but since it's a weekend we usually start the morning off the same way we ended last night – sex, was that not clear?

I move my hand to his stomach, running my palm up his shirt until I reach his chest. His elbow lifts from his face so he can look over at me. He inhales a deep, sleepy breath as he rests his arm above his head now.

"Hey," he breathes in a raspy, morning tone.

I greet him by leaning over, placing a small peck on his lips. The moment I do this, Joey's suddenly awake. As he kisses me back, his hand finds my neck and he's deepening the intensity of his reciprocating kiss. He doesn't let me go and continues kissing me until I realize there's no turning back now, for him or me. He does this often; he takes an innocent kiss and turns it into a deep make-out session until we're suddenly naked and doing a lot more. Which is exactly how this morning pans out, not that I'm complaining.

After exhausting all of our morning arousal, we're lying in the bed resting once again.

I sit up.

"I'm gonna make breakfast," I state as I get out of bed.

"Really, pancakes?" Joey suddenly sits up enthusiastically.

I smile as I'm throwing some pants on.

"I guess so," I smirk.

I throw more clothes on before heading out to the kitchen and starting on the pancakes.

Joey finally arrives, clothed as well, and sits at the island.

I serve each of us a stack of three pancakes and Joey looks thrilled. He grabs the syrup and proceeds to drown his plate in it.

He cuts into a huge bite, taking pieces from all three pancakes and shoves the whole thing into his mouth. I shake my head as I carefully cut a human proportioned bite from my own plate.

"You make the best pancakes," Joey spits crumbs at me through his stuffed mouthful.

He sees me attempt to dodge his spitting attack.

"Oh sorry," he says carefully as he finishes his enormous mouthful.

"It's from a box, pretty simple," I respond to his compliment.

"Then, maybe it has to do with you working up my appetite so much," he grins impishly at me.

I can't help, but grin widely back at that comment.

"Alright, I can take credit for that," I sneer.

Joey leans over to my bar stool and wraps his arms around my lower waist. He pulls me towards him so my entire stool slides closer to his. It's scares me for a moment.

"Joey," I stress, but the bar stool glides safely over and sits steadily now.

Joey ignores my short-lived fret and kisses me with sugary lips. I lick my lips after he pulls back.

"Yum syrup," I sarcastically enjoy the transferred condiment.

Joey licks his own lips, trying to clean any other residue before leaning back in and kissing me again. This time he lingers and I already know where this is headed.

"You are the horniest person I've ever met," I remark, pulling back.

He grins at me.

"That's not true," he defends weakly.

"Yeah, that smirk is sure telling me otherwise," I mock.

"I never see you putting up much of a fight," he counters back.

I shrug.

"That's true, but this time it hasn't even been an hour," I remind him of our very recent morning romp.

"Yeah, but you made pancakes," he says as if this is an obvious move of seduction.

"Yes, speaking of I'd like to finish mine," I tell him.

"Alright, go ahead," he encourages, but his arms are still wrapped around my waist. I turn back to my plate and he rests his chin on my shoulder. He watches me take another bite of the pancakes.

"Okay, this isn't really ideal," I point out.

"What?" Joey plays dumb as he shifts his arms higher and then tightens his hold around me, limiting my movement even more

I bite my lip, trying not to smirk at his playfulness.

"You can't be the hungry and horny one."

"Why not?" he pouts.

I turn and opening smirk at him now.

How does he get me everytime?

"Dammit," I exhale as I lean in and grab his lips back to mine.

We're hardcore making-out when we hear a door close. We quickly pull apart just in time for Monica to walk through our door. We turn back to our pancakes, but we're both too flushed to start eating them again.

"Hey – you made pancakes? And you didn't invite me, geez how many time do I cook for you guys?" she suddenly accuses us.

"Sorry Mon, you can have some," I offer, pointing to the third plate on the counter with all the extras.

"Eh, I already ate," she sighs.

I see Joey starting to cut into his pancakes again and realize I should probably look like I'm actually eating too. I pick up my silverware and start cutting a new piece.

"So, anyway tonight is the big restaurant opening. You guys are still coming right?" she asks. Monica is the new chef at a brand new fancy restaurant. She invited us all for the big night and even made us a reservation.

"We wouldn't miss it," Joey perks up.

She smiles at us.

"Great, remember get there by eight," she reminds us.

We both nod and she turns to walk back out. I watch the door close behind her.

I look over and see Joey cramming a new forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

Of course, I'm still feeling the panic of nearly getting caught, but his appetite is perfectly fine.

"I'm showering," I grunt and walk to the bathroom.