It feels as natural as being with Mulder usually does-- better, because there's an honesty between them they can't usually afford. She thinks about it sometimes-- how much she has to hold back, to keep it professional. To protect him. And she's always thought it was nice, that he wasn't guarded.

But he kisses her deeply, slow and earnest and she thinks: she was wrong. She'd guessed at the depths of him, but Fox Mulder's affections cannot be fathomed.

She settles her hands on him lightly, letting Mulder lead the pace; she's eager, but more curious than anything, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he's offered her, but unsure of what he needs.