[ There was a time when she would've worried this made for weird dirty talk. One of the blessings of age; she's given up that kind of self-consciousness, for the most part. Her grin widens, her legs spreading a little to give him more space. ]
A bird? I don't remember that.
[ Mulder knows just how to touch her; he always has, or maybe it's just that he can't go wrong, or some combination of both. She doesn't really try to hold back a sigh of pleasure as he sinks his fingers into her.
Angled like this she can't really return the favor, but she keeps playing with his hair. ]
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A bird? I don't remember that.
[ Mulder knows just how to touch her; he always has, or maybe it's just that he can't go wrong, or some combination of both. She doesn't really try to hold back a sigh of pleasure as he sinks his fingers into her.
Angled like this she can't really return the favor, but she keeps playing with his hair. ]