If he's a fool, he's at least a fool in a good position right now, groaning as Scully's silky pyjamas slide along his cock. She really does want this, and if they can make it work, he does, too.

Mulder trails slow, hungry kisses down her neck, unbuttoning her pyjamas one-handed with experienced ease, and lets the satin fall back from her chest. He nips another kiss at the rise of one breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark behind. It won't last, but she'll remember it long after it's gone - he has no doubt of it, mostly because he thinks he will, too. Everything about this morning threatens to live on in his memory, a moment forever light-filled and affectionate.