It doesn't come as a surprise that Mulder's attentions are a little overwhelming. When he's interested in anything, he's always all in-- it stands to reason that sex would be the same. Not to mention he has the advantage of experience, of knowing what she likes. Though she's still half-convinced that it doesn't matter-- that what she likes is, simply, Mulder.

The teasing touch is just the right side of torment; she whines in spite of herself, fingers digging reflexively into the muscle of his arms.

His touch is too light for her to lean into it, to demand more.

"Please," she murmurs, breathy and giddy.