A/N: So a week ago I watched TOW the jam again and today I suddenly got this great idea to write a Monoey fic about it. Anyway, enjoy the following

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Friends. Plus, I used a bit of dialogue from the actual episode, at the beginning.

It was still morning, when Joey casually came strolling into Monica's apartment, to bring back the empty jar of jam he'd just finished.

" Hey," he greeted.

" Hey," Monica retorted, walking over to him, with her gray blouse slung over her arm.

" Where are you going?"

" To the bank," Monica stated rather excitedly, as she placed the paper she was previously holding, down on the table.

" Sperm or regular?" Joey asked with a sly grin.

" Sperm," she replied, while putting on the blouse.

" So, you're really doing it, huh?

" Oh yeah, picked a guy: 37135!" Monica exclaimed, as she held up the guy's file for Joey to see.

" He sounds nice," Joey stated sympathetically.

" I'd say so. He's got brown hair and green eyes," she retorted dreamily.

" No kidding, hmm," Her friend brought out, seemingly deep in thought.

" What?"

" Eh, I figured you would've picked a blonde guy."

" Really, why?" Monica asked, surprised.

" I always pictured you ending up with one of those tall, smart, blonde guys, with a name like: Hoyt," Joey clarified.

" Hoyt?"

" It's a name, yeah. I saw you in this great house, with a big pool."

" Is he… is he a swimmer?" Monica inquired, overcome by a sudden state of enthusiasm, as she kneeled down on a chair.

" He's got the body for it."

" Oh, I like that!" she exclaimed excitedly, now really warming up to the idea of this imaginary dream guy.

Then, Joey suddenly started giggling.

" What?" his friend asked, laughing right along with him.

" You guys have one of those signs that says: we don't swim in your toilet, so don't pee in our pool," he explained with wide eyes and a broad grin.

" We do not have one of those signs."

" Sure you do, it was a gift from me."

" Oh, and you have these three great kids," Joey went on ardently.

" Yeah, two girls and a boy?" his friend asked, as she went to sit down. She was desperately hoping that he'd answer positively to that question. Ever since she'd been in her early teens, she'd wished for two girls and one boy.

" Yeah?"

" And, and they wear those little water wings, you know and they're running around on the deck and Hoyt wraps this big towel around all three of them?" Monica inquired, in a rushed tone, while passionately acting out the actions she was describing.

" Sure!" her friend exclaimed, sporting a wide, happy grin.

Right after he'd said that, Monica's facial expression saddened, as she suddenly realized what kind of situation they'd been talking about: an imaginary one. She didn't have a tall, handsome boyfriend called Hoyt, nor did she have three little kids. She was just a single, lonely woman in her late twenties, who was now heading to a sperm bank, in a last desperate attempt to become a mother.

Seeing the sparkle fade from her eyes, Joey made a quick effort to cheer her up: " But hey, this way sounds good too."

" Yeah." his friend responded, growing more miserable by the minute.

" Oh, Monica," the actor brought out softly, before getting up and comfortingly wrapping his good arm around her from behind.

They had a quiet moment, until Joey suddenly shouted: " Oh, this guy's an astronaut?! That would've been cool!"

Monica subsequently threw him something of a glare and he quickly declared: " For like a day." Then, hurriedly went back over to hug her. Then, all of a sudden things seemed to get too much for his friend, as she softly started to cry.

" I'll never find a boyfriend again, Joey," she uttered between sobs.

" Oh, yes you will. Of course you will," Joey soothed, placing his warm lips up against her wet cheek.

" No, I won't, who am I kidding? I'm past my prime."

" Hey, don't say that. You wanna know what I think?"

" What's that?" Monica asked, a bit apprehensively, as Joey could say the weirdest things at times.

" In my personal experience, I've come to think that women are like good wine: the older they get, the better."

His friend giggled a bit, then asked: " Did you just come up with that to please me?"

" No…yeah… maybe… okay definitely, but in your case it's true: you truly are a beautiful woman, Monica," Joey admitted, as he reached out to tuck a strand of silky, dark hair behind her ear.

" You mean that?" Monica asked, a slight smile now gracing her features.

" Sure, I mean it. In fact: you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen," the actor confirmed sincerely, as he suddenly found himself gazing deeply into his friend's eyes.

" Joey, I… I…" she began, her face inching closer and closer towards Joey's.

" I meant every word I just said," Joey whispered, now so close to Monica, that the puffs of his hot breath condensed on her lips.

That appeared to be the moment where the tension reached its toll, as Monica lurched forward, grabbed her admirer by the collar and trapped his lips in a tender, gentle kiss.

Before it had even fully begun, it had already ended and she was now holding a hand in front of her swollen lips in sheer embarrassment.

" Joey… oh my god, Joey I… what did I just d…"

" Shh," Joey cut her off, right before he ran his good hand through her hair and returned his able mouth to hers.

It wasn't long before Monica started moaning, as Joey gently bit her bottom lip and easily slipped his skilled tongue into her warm mouth.

Then, all of a sudden the door opened, abruptly making them jump back from one another.

" No… no Joey. Your gums are perfectly fine," the former cook declared in a rushed fashion, upon seeing her roommate.

" Oh, so I guess I really did only imagine it, then!" the Italian exclaimed with a smile, while he hastily started making his way back over to the door.

" Yeah, you did! See ya!" Monica yelled nervously.

" Later!" came the equally tensed-up reply, as he quickly left the apartment.

" So… what was that all about?" Rachel asked, clearly sensing that something was up.

" Oh, nothing. Joey was just telling me he'd had the feeling that… that his gums had swollen up," her roommate explained, awkwardly wringing her hands.

" Say Mon, you want me to do the dishes?"

" Sure, fine go ahead," came the rushed reply.

And that's when Rachel really knew for sure that something peculiar had happened. Monica would almost never let her wash the dishes that easily. This could only mean two things: either her friend was very embarrassed or she was very confused.

" Monica Geller, I am sooo on to you," Rachel whispered, pointing her finger at a now closed bedroom door.