"Mm," he agrees, though he's been trying not to think too specifically about bed. At least it's her come he wiped off on her sheets, and not his. Once he's no longer focused on Scully, the rest of their lives comes back into focus, and what he can see still doesn't look great for him. Either he'll be explaining all this to her, shame-faced, or she'll be lost to time forever, and neither choice is a good one.
But even without the clarity of an orgasm, he can mostly set the thoughts aside. Mostly because Scully's still holding onto him, and his attention's narrowing in on her again. "When you go back to 1998, don't be disappointed if I'm not that good. I haven't learned everything you like yet."
Not that he's going to make a bad showing - at least, as far as he knows - but some part of him can't help but wonder if he's setting up an impossible standard for a man who has no idea it exists. And besides that, all he wants to do right now is tease her, and let her respond with whatever sleepy repartee she can come up with.
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But even without the clarity of an orgasm, he can mostly set the thoughts aside. Mostly because Scully's still holding onto him, and his attention's narrowing in on her again. "When you go back to 1998, don't be disappointed if I'm not that good. I haven't learned everything you like yet."
Not that he's going to make a bad showing - at least, as far as he knows - but some part of him can't help but wonder if he's setting up an impossible standard for a man who has no idea it exists. And besides that, all he wants to do right now is tease her, and let her respond with whatever sleepy repartee she can come up with.