Maybe next time - if there is a next time. If he doesn't wake up to an empty bed tomorrow, or worse, wake up to the Scully who left him. Maybe they'll get there, one way or another. Until then, he's determined to make sure this is good enough that she doesn't feel like she's missed out. This might be all there is, after all.

He hums an answer against her clit, lips vibrating with it, and lifts his head just enough to meet her eyes in the darkness. It's satisfying just to be here, ultimately - feeling her hand in his hair, wondering whether he can make her yank harder. Little things might be different, the weight of a thigh over his shoulder too light, but what matters is the same. Scully is Scully, and the way she says his name is something he's going to think about for nights to come.

And then he gets back to work, so to speak, pulling out every little trick he can think of, everything he remembers her loving. She's not necessarily an easy lay, generally speaking, but Mulder's got the home team advantage.