Monica's eyes flashed open momentarily in surprise; Gray was reciprocating, and she hadn't said a word. The woman leaned into his kiss, returning the gesture with equal ferocity. He wasn't messing around, and now she wasn't either. She backed off after a moment, smiling as her eyes traced the lines of his face and his gently curving lips before leaning in for yet another kiss. Not a gentle one this time, but a more aggressive, passionate gesture more like Gray's. Her hands found their way to his thick hair, made even messier than usual by her frequent ruffling. After what felt like only a short moment Monica leaned back, resting her forehead against her best friend's, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of being close to him. Before she let herself get swept up and went any further, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze and got to her feet. No easy task, considering her legs had fallen asleep from the knees down and her whole body was begging her not to get up, to cuddle up with Gray and never leave. 

[i]Say something, Monica. Don't just stand here staring at him like an idiot![/i] she mentally yelled at herself, and finally stuttered out, all grace gone, "You can stay over if you'd like," she wrung her hands behind her back nervously, her face tinted red with what she said had implied, "I--I mean you don't have to and we definitely don't have to do [i]that[/i] I mean you can stay on the couch and I can stay in my room you know," her words started blurring together near the end and she eventually took a deep breath to calm down. [i]You're a grown woman now, you dummy[/i], she scolded herself in her head. 

"And you also don't have to stay over!" She blurted out, "You can go home and I'll see you in the morning! Don't forget my doctor's appointment," she almost awkwardly laughed. Not because of the situation, but because of her juvenile response to it.