It's Saturday morning, too early for me to be up, considering the night I had. Monica is still in bed, sleeping soundly. I want her awake. I want her.

And that's why I got up, wrapping her terrycloth robe around me. I got up to make coffee, and it's almost ready, but I'm too impatient to wait for it. She's in there, in her bed, gorgeous and soft. I return to her, sit beside her, stroke her hair, kiss her brow. "Mmmm." She smiles softly, eyes closed.

I kiss her lips gently. They're probably as sore and chapped as mine.

"Is that you, Agent Scully?" Her voice is hoarse.

"Yes, Agent Reyes." I push her hair back, kiss her cheek. "Who else would it be? The nameless nobody on the phone who called three times last night to see where you were?"

Her lips twitch. "Could've been her."

"Uh huh."

Her eyes flutter open. "You're jealous of a voice on my answering machine."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are!" This seems to delight her. "You were jealous of Mulder and Doggett last night-"

"I was just curious."

"Curious?" She bursts into laughter. "This is great. I feel so powerful. I have Dana Scully in my robe, in my bed-"

"You really enjoy that, don't you?"

"Well, yeah." She eyes the gap in the robe, the swell of my breasts. "I really enjoy it."

"No, I mean the whole 'Dana Scully,' 'Agent Scully' deal. What happened to just 'Dana'?"

She crooks her finger, signaling me to lean close. "Sometimes," she says conspiratorially. "I get turned on by calling you 'Agent Scully.'"

"You do?"

"Yeah." Her voice is whisper-soft. "Sometimes, on cases, I've thought about you at night, in my bed."

Oh, God. This woman is going to give me a heart attack. "You have? And what did you think?"

"Different things. What it would be like to kiss you." She pulls my head down and kisses my lips softly. "What it would be like to make love to you. Where I stood with you. Whether you would consider dating me."

"I don't think we can date, Monica." I look her steadily in the eye.

"You don't?"

I shake my head. "This is too intense for dinner and a movie."

"Yes, it is." She kisses me thoroughly. "It's very intense. We're very intense."

"Together."

"Yes." Monica looks at me seriously. "I don't think we can date, either. Not for a long time. We'll be too tired."

"From all the sex."

She nods.

"It's going to be rough. Work."

She pouts. "You're so far away. You're an hour away now. Why can't you come back to the Hoover building?" She rubs her hands over my shoulders. "You could work in the basement, with me."

It would drive me insane to see her every day and not touch her, but what would be even worse would be seeing her interaction with all of the men. Doggett, Skinner, Follmer. It would make me crazy. "I think working in the basement with you would be a very dangerous thing."

She shivers.

"I have to know something, Monica. The girl on the phone-"

"Dana!"

"Are you dating her?"

She shakes her head wordlessly. Then, "We went out a couple of times, but no, I'm not dating her."

"Is there anyone else I need to know about?"

She licks her lips. "No. Is there anyone I need to know about?"

I just laugh at first, but she looks confused. "Nobody," I assure her, sliding my hand under the covers to cup her breast. "There isn't anyone else I want, Monica." I bend to take her nipple in my mouth, but she sits up and pushes me down, across her lap, on my back.

"Just me?" she asks, opening my robe.

I nod. "Only you." And she ravishes my breasts with her lips and tongue, and once again, my body begins preparing for her entrance.

It's two hours later. We're showered and fresh and she's propped up in bed, waiting for me. I hold the cup just out of reach. "Coffee for a question," I offer. "Very strong coffee. You might need it, although I have to say you don't appear to be suffering from a hangover."

Monica shakes her head. "No hangover. Not from the margaritas, anyway." She winks.

"Were you...?" Hmm. Heavy question; I don't want to hurt her feelings. "Were you still drunk last night when we...? I mean..."

Her face softens. "No. Well, I didn't feel drunk, okay? Once you did that thing - that bra thing in the ladies room - I sobered up pretty quickly. And I think after you got me home, you sweated the rest of the alcohol out of me anyway. Don't you?" She waggles her eyebrows. "Now I would like my coffee, please. G-woman."

"Is it always this good?"

"The coffee? It's two hours old; I don't think it's that good." She pauses at the look on my face. Her eyes grow large. "Oh! Oh... you mean with women?"

"No, with you."

Her cheeks flush prettily. "I don't know, Dana. Why don't you hang around and find out?"

I set our coffees down on the bedside table. "I guess I'll have to, won't I?"

"Especially since I still have your keys."

"You took them again? Why? Do I need to have a set made for you?"

"Six keys..." She smiles impishly and jangles them in the air.

"But I answered all of your questions last night." I kneel on the bed beside her.

"Oh, no. I have lots more."

"Like what?"

"Like what's your favorite color?"

"To look at? Red. To wear, black. On you, brown."

"Brown, huh? I knew that."

"No you didn't."

She nods. "Dana, I did. Trust me."

"How?"

"You look at me more when I wear brown."

I arch my eyebrow at her instead of replying.

"Okay, number two... What's William's favorite book?"

I grin. Easy answer. "Green Eggs and Ham."

"Number three-"

"Are we going to six again?"

"Six keys."

I roll my eyes at her.

"Number three. Have you ever been to Mexico?"

"A few times, but never for pleasure."

"Number four. When is your birthday?"

"February 23rd."

"I can't believe you're a Pisces. I simply can't." She shakes her lovely head. "You must have a hell of an ascendant. Leo ascendant, or Scorpio or something. You are SO not like a Pisces. What year? '64?"

"1964, yes, and that's question number five."

"Well, your Chinese zodiac sign is the dragon. That's much more fitting. Powerful, strong, successful, a natural leader, a very good motivator." Her eyes blink, sultry. "I've wanted a dragon lover. It's supposed to be my best match for romance."

I quirk my eyebrows. "How's that? What's your Chinese zodiac thing?"

She looks sheepish. "The monkey."

I have to chuckle at this. The monkey. "And how are a dragon and a monkey supposed to be compatible?"

She licks her lips, shakes her head. "I don't know. From what I've read, it's a fiery match, electric. Full of passion. We feed off each other's energy. Dragons and monkeys easily become consumed by each other."

Consumed. I believe it. I want her right now, again, even though my body aches from so much lovemaking.

She returns my gaze. "Okay, number six... hmmm... gotta make it a good one... Let's see..." She frowns, thinking, and I take the opportunity to grab the keys from her.

"Hey. HEY!" She lunges forward too late; I toss the keys toward the door, and they skid into the next room. "That's not fair."

I place my hand squarely in the middle of her chest and push her back down to a reclining position. "You lie there and think up all the questions you want to. I've got better things to do."

She swallows. "You do?"

I pull the covers off her naked body and stare at it. There are simply too many things I haven't done yet. Things I want to try. Her nipples harden under my gaze, spurring me on. I crawl on top of her, kissing her breasts, her bruised neck.

"Oh! I've got my sixth question. Dana?"

"Hm?" I suckle an earlobe.

"I have my sixth question."

I sit up reluctantly, straddling her hips. "What?"

"When was the last time someone blew you away?"

The same question she asked all of us at the restaurant. "It was..." Last night, when she kissed me for the first time. An hour ago, when she made love to me for the fifth time. Thirty seconds ago when she said my name for the thousandth time. "No, I don't want to tell you that."

She looks crestfallen.

"I want to tell you about the first time someone blew me away." I lock my eyes with hers, stroking a strand of hair away from her forehead. "It was in late May, and I was pregnant with my son, whose life was in danger. And there was a woman... a fellow agent... a woman I had met and had worked with and had never really seen until then, when she drove me to Georgia, when she guarded me, fought for me, when she delivered my child safely into the world.

"I had never really seen her; but during that trip I saw her heart, her soul, her brilliance, her courage, her strength... I saw her." Monica watches me, eyes filling with tears. "I was lying there and she was delivering my child, and there were intruders... and the only thing that kept me hanging on to any kind of hope, the only way I could get through it was by looking into her eyes. And her eyes became the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen, eyes that seemed to stare right down into my heart." I swallow. I've said a lot. Too much, maybe, because tears are spilling down Monica's face.

"And that was the first time someone blew me away. But you asked me when was the last time someone blew me away." I wipe her tears. "Don't cry. Kiss me."

She takes my head in her hands and kisses me sweetly and so emotionally that shivers run down my spine.

"That was the last time someone blew me away, Monica. That kiss of yours." I nibble her ear. "Now. Did I answer all of your questions?"

She nods.

"Good. Blow me away again."

The End