She whines, arching her back to urge him on. His mouth on her is revelatory; she can't get enough of it. Maybe everything ends terribly, but being here with him like this, she doesn't doubt the good parts are worth it.

Needing no further direction she yanks his hair again, hard. She's not shy about it. Not even a little bit nice, her nails dragging across his scalp once she lets go.

"Mulder," she pleads, not even knowing what she wants from him, but trusting that he does.