"You could ask for anything," he says, pressing a kiss to her ribcage. Another one further down her body, and another, between every sentence that comes out of his mouth. "A million bucks. A puppy. One of those movies where everyone dies at the end after talking about their feelings for three hours. And all you want is me? I question your creativity."

Hell, she could have her choice of sex acts, from anilingus to...well, something that starts with Z. They both can probably guess where this is actually going, to the tried and true method of Fox Mulder disappears between Dana Scully's thighs and almost forgets to come up for air. But there's something to be said for the classics, right?