TOW joey and rachel get together

                                    

                                          
Seven weeks earlier – day 1 (of Joey and Rachel's relationship, timeline is counted up from this day on)
For a while now Joey had been watching Rachel reading a magazine while shaking her head in short intervals. "You don't agree with 'Cosmo' today?" he asked after a few minutes.
"You're watching me read?" she asked indignantly.
"I'm bored. So?"
She sighed dramatically, deciding that since he probably wouldn't leave her alone anyway, she might as well tell him. "It's this article about 'Spicing up your sex life."
"You want to spice up your sex life, Rach?" he grinned.
"Well, even if I did, I wouldn't try it the way they suggest," she sniped back.
"What do they suggest? Oh, wait ... let me guess...having sex in public," he said, leering suggestively.
She looked at him, frowning. "You've already read it?"
"No, but I guess I could've written it."
She figured that it might be actually interesting to hear what Joey would have to say to that, so she put the magazine away and went to the kitchen to get herself something to drink. On the way over she tried to sound very casual while asking, "Then maybe you could explain to me how having sex in a janitor's closet is even gonna work?"
Joey laughed for a while until he realized that she was obviously expecting an answer. "Seriously? Rachel, what are you? A fifteen year old virgin?"
She scowled at him angrily. "Hey, answer the question. How do you do it in a room where two people barely fit in?"
He stood up from the lounger and walked over to her, looking a bit as if he wanted to explain something really complicated to someone really stupid. "Uhm... but you've already heard that there is the possibility of doing it standing, right?"
"I've heard of it, but it's not possible for me."
He shook his head with mock disbelief. "Come on, Rach, of course it's possible. I've done it a lot of times already."
"I didn't say it is generally impossible, I'm saying it's impossible for me. I'm so small and all the guys I've been with were taller than me, so it didn't work."
"What has your size to do with anything?" he asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
"Look," she said standing beside him pointing first at her own hip, then at his.
"... everything on me is like – down there, and everything on you is like – up there. See, totally wouldn't work."
Joey snickered with barely concealed glee. "Rach, of course you can't stand on your feet while it happens. The guy has to lift you up."
"Joey, I said I'm small. That doesn't mean one guy can hold me the whole time. I didn't exactly go out with bodybuilders. And, you know, what about all the movement that is required? I can't see how that'll work."
Without warning Joey pushed her against the nearest wall, grabbed her thighs and wrapped her legs around him. He pressed himself flush against her and she admitted to herself that the only reason it wouldn't work right now was all the clothes that were in the way.
"See, this is what I'm talking about. The wall supports most of your weight, you can hold yourself up with your arms and legs and I am not gonna demonstrate how the movement is gonna work but you have to believe me, it works just fine."
A tremor ran through his body at the thought of actually doing this with her. Her barely audible sigh made him think that she had noticed his reaction.
"Yeah, I think I understand the concept now. I just hope no one's gonna come in right now. They might be tempted to misinterpret a perfectly innocent situation."