Unlike her Gray was rather used to the taste of alcohol. Wine was his preferred alcohol compared to the hard stuff. Hard alcohol always made him weird, especially with his muscle mass. So he did get drunk pretty easily; however wine took longer in comparison. Spinning the wine in the glass he gave her a grin, “I would never exaggerate.”

When she asked if he had any movies he’s been dying to watch he gave a grin and jumped to his feet. “I’ll be right back.” With that he dashed out of the door without any context to what he was going through. Thud thud thud the footsteps of him in his apartment above her could be heard, along with a few things that sounded like crashing and thumping around. There was echo of an ‘Ow’ that could be heard before the thud thud thud SLAM echoed from his room and into hers.

Gray, being who he was, burst through the door and held up a DVD in triumph, allow me to present the award winning, classic B-rated film; Killer Clowns from Outer Space.” He beamed at the cheesy horror movie in his hands before moving to the DVD Player and sliding it in. “As the guest I get to choose right?” He said with laugh and fell onto the love seat before patting the spot next to him. “Come on, if you get too scared I’ll hold you.” He offered extending out his arms with another cheesy-Gray smile. This had nothing to do with the fact that he wanted to hold her.

Monica visibly flinched as she heard loud echoes from Gray's room, by the sound of which he'd run into some rather difficult obstacles while looking for a movie. He really was adorable, acting almost like a little boy sometimes instead of the man she knew he'd become. Sort of like a puppy, a puppy she wouldn't mind cuddling up to all night long. What was she thinking? Gray was a friend, a friend, just a friend. And she was happy with that. But, that nagging feeling that she had kept deep inside for all these years was dying to come out. Even if Gray didn't feel the same way, he had to know what she felt.

She couldn't stop laughing when Gray presented her with the disk of the cheesiest sounding horror movie she had ever seen as though it was some sort of award. Monica hobbled her way over to the love seat and took her place beside him, "I don't think I'll be getting too scared," she teased, "But if you do I wouldn't mind holding you," she ruffled his hair playfully before turning her attention to the screen.

Amid the classic horror movie screams and jump scares replete with heroic heroes and damsels in distress Monica found her attention wandering from the movie to Gray. From the side of her eyes she watched him watch the movie, a smile dancing across her lips with each of his Gray-like reactions to everything going on on-screen. Then she'd focus back in on the television, and then back to Gray. It went on like this until the movie was over, the credits sprawling across the screen as the main theme song played over and over in different variations. Monica took a deep breath, glancing over to her best friend.

It was now or never.

She gently grabbed his hand, a gesture that wasn't terribly peculiar between them, and smiled as she placed a hand on his face. Another regular gesture that had occurred often between the two. Her next move was completely new.

Monica leaned in, closing her eyes so not to embarrass herself should he react poorly, and placed a gentle, feather-light kiss on Gray's lips. She lingered there for a moment, softly tracing circles on his cheek with her thumb.

When she pulled away, she met Gray's lovely gaze with her own, not even the faintest trace of a blush on her face, "Well, I think that was long overdue. At least for me," she smiled softly.

Gray’s shining personality shown through as he watched the movie with more anticipation than he had originally expected. Wearing his emotions on his face, how showed surprise, laughter and fact scariness as they watched the movie. It was cheesy but he enjoyed it. Nothing was better than sitting there with his best friend and watching a dorky movie.

At least that’s what he thought. It wasn’t until her hand hit his face that he felt like something may be… different. His body tensed as she turned his head. His eyes closed as she inched closer… did she just… no way… NO FREAKING WAY! His eyes fluttered open and stared her down for a long moment. Did that just really happened? There’s no way, he’s dreaming right? She’s back, she may be injured but she’s back. She visited his work and cooked him dinner. And now she kissed him. No way he has to be dreaming, that’s the only logical conclusion.

Dreaming or not, he stared at her for a few moments longer before his body began to move almost on it’s own. If this is a dream than alright, if it’s not than she did it on her own and it’s even better! His hands rose and cupped each cheek like one would do holding a precious gem. Leaning forward he pressed his lips against hers, it wasn’t a light feather kiss like hers, his kiss was not testing any waters like hers. At first his kiss was gentle, than he leaned into it more, dropping his built up passion into the kiss. There was a fire that had built up inside of him and you bet he was letting it out.

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.

Say something, Monica. Don't just stand here staring at him like an idiot! 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 that 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. You're a grown woman now, you dummy, 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.

Finding a passionate return kiss from his best friend was shocking and exhilarating as he leaned into it as well. As her hand went into his hair, one of his slid around her waist and supported her lower back in a gentle fashion despite the passionate interlock of lips they were in. Had you told him a year ago that he would be a lip lock with his best friend he probably would have laughed at you. Then again… had you told him he would be seeing her again he probably wouldn’t have believed you. She disappeared off the face of the planet and he was certain she would never return. But here she was, and here she was in his arms.

Well almost in his arms. She left as the kiss broke and he felt empty without her. He was ready to pull her close and express a lot of passion but she distanced herself even more by standing up. Leaning back against the couch, Gray couldn’t help but smirk lightly up at her, it wasn’t like her to fumble over her words, blurt out randomly and barely seemed like she could keep herself compose.

Gray let out a gentle sigh and rose to his feet. “Well… seeing as you offered.” He said with a tiny smirk moving back across his lips. “I’ll be right back.” With that he left the room. This time when he got into his apartment, his footsteps were lighter and less clumsy. He returned a few minutes later with a small bag.

“You know me,” He said with a cheeky grin as he set down the bag next to the couch, “I might forget if I’m not here. And don’t worry, I don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

Monica couldn't believe what she was hearing. He actually wanted to come over and spend the night. Sure, when they were younger they'd spent the night together, but never in the context of what had happened moments ago. In other words, she hadn't ever kissed him like she did, or ever, before having him spend the night. While she heard him above her upstairs, he seemed so much more calm than even she did.

Pull yourself together, Monica! He's Gray, there's literally nothing you can be nervous about. He's Gray, not some target coming for you. Gray, Gray, Gray, she held onto a piece of her hair in her frustration. Her feelings were bothering her, to say the least. Why had she even kissed him? She had to let him know how she felt, but it was stupid of her. She'd get tonight with him, and then what would happen? Chances were his family had a dozen girls lined up for him. She couldn't be with him for long. They were so different.

She forced those thoughts from her head. She had loved Gray since high school. Her dream was coming true, and she took a deep breath and resigned herself to try and enjoy the present. The future was important, but she had to take a step back, and enjoy life as it came.

Monica chuckled slightly as Gray took a seat on the couch with his bag, "You'd lose your head if it wasn't on your shoulders," she ruffled his hair, before dipping her head down to kiss his forehead. In an instant she had her arms tight around him, holding him as close as she could.

"But if you sleep out here, I'll be so lonely," she half teased, "And you know, my room is sort of dark and scary. I need someone to protect me," she gave his forehead yet another kiss, this time lingering there for moment and taking in his light scent. He had always smelt so good.

“Sometimes I’m sure I did leave my head back in my apartment. Depends on the day but that doesn’t mean it still doesn’t happen.” He said with a cheeky playful grin as he gazed up at her. She was back, this wasn’t a dream and they shared a meaningful and longing kiss.

It felt as though she was pleading for him to join her in the bedroom and a small cough left him. Wow she was bit direct but not at the same time. This was surprising. However he was far from going to argue with her. A smile moved across his face as her kiss lingered a bit longer on his forehead. Once she pulled back from his head he turned to look up at her. “Well I couldn’t possibly say no after that.” His voice was soft and almost tender as he rose slowly to his feet.

Feeling a lot braver than he did in the past, he didn’t give her a moment to think about it; he scooped her up bridal style into his arms and carried her with ease to her bedroom. “Boy you’re heavy…..” He playfully muttered, his voice filled with a playful tone as he pushed the door open and began to stumble. “Oh no… oh no… you’re too heavy… I can’t…. hold on!” At that he ‘fell’ onto the bed, his body spinning to land her down and caught himself from landing on her.

Gray shook his head, “Boy that was scary.” He said, his tongue-in-cheek attitude shining through as his deep brown eyes sparkled down at her. “Who would have thought you’d have me falling for you?” He gently rolled off of her and stayed on his side. Reaching a hand up, he gently brushed her face with his hand before leaning forward and resting his forehead on her shoulder, a long content sigh leaving him as he did so before he closed the gap between them and rested his body against hers. He gave her shoulder a soft kiss before looking back up at her. “Still scared?” He asked playfully, his eyes twinkling at her.