His smile is broad and beatific as she looks at him; he feels lazy, relaxed in a way he hasn't been since she left. Sure, he's jerked off since then, but nothing in the world is comparable to being with Scully. She's beautiful and incisive, even when she's got that post-coital tipsiness to her, sleepy and flippant all at once.

"Mm," he agrees, leaning up to lay a gentle kiss on her mouth. Sure, he's okay - things certainly went better this morning - but compared to those brilliant noises she'd made as he'd finished off inside her, the entire world pales. "We're okay, Scully."