"You like this?" He presses a light kiss to her mound, close but no cigar. Of course she likes it - take away every sense he has but touch, and he'd be able to tell. Mulder knows her body and all its reactions, and he's grinning too brightly to play the fool.

But that doesn't mean he's not going to try.

"Remind me how this goes." He's breaking her gaze, returning his attention to the juncture between her legs. His mouth's dangerously close to where she wants it. "Tell me what you want."