And he luxuriates in it, painfully aware of just how long it's been since anyone's touched him like this. Or at all, really - before he'd found her, it must have been months. Some clerk's hand brushing his when he got change back, that's all there's been.

She handles him like she wants to know every inch of his body, and he leans into it, shifting to make it easier for her fingertips to find whatever they want. Every angle of his frame, every flex of his muscles, all for the sake of understanding it. She's gentle, and she's persistent, her mouth hot on his throat.

"Scully," he murmurs, one of his own hands sliding lightly along her spine, down to the curve of her ass. It occurs to him belatedly that his cock is responding, however sluggishly. "Dana -"