It barely gives her a chance to admire the view. She's seen Mulder half-naked-- or more-- but always studiously avoided anything but medical detachment. Now, she has free reign to look, but instead he's kissing her.

She doesn't complain.

If she can't look, though, she'll certainly touch, dragging her palms from the center of his chest to his shoulders, reveling in how broad and well- muscled he is. Even if he's not docking boats and hauling cargo, those days still show, and it sends a thrill through her.

And even soft, his cock is impressive, pressed against her thigh. She's not protesting the distraction from it... yet.