The low sound sends a little shiver of pleasure down her spine-- however this ends up, it feels leaps and bounds past his frustration last night. She sighs as his lips brush her throat, head tipping to the side to give him more space; this time the rocking of her hips is all instinct. Already she can feel herself getting wet-- for Mulder she's an easy mark.

She's in the midst of dragging her palm down his chest, experimentally teasing his nipple with her thumnb, when he sucks hard on her breast; it makes her cry out, hips bucking, the nails of her other hand biting into his shoulder.