One of the best things about Scully is that there's never any need to feel put out by the idea that she's getting herself off, or to second-guess his own performance. The idea of Scully's fingers on her clit while he fucks her is hot enough that he'll probably jerk off to this moment sometime when he's alone again. (That feels inevitable, even balls-deep inside of her. When she's gone and he needs shower inspiration, this is going to be it, and it'll be good.) Everything about her is hot, her mouth on his and her fingers digging into his skin and her orgasm closing in on them both.

He comes soon after, still kissing her - possibly nipping a little too hard at her lower lip, though he doesn't realize it. He slips out of her, moving just enough over that he doesn't collapse directly atop her, and nuzzles against her jaw.