"Scully," he's growling at the same time. She's ready for him, wet like she's been dreaming about this since she woke up, but she's still tight around his shaft, her body pressing in on all sides. It's as close as he'll ever get to believing in heaven, being inside her - now especially, long after he'd given up on the idea that they'd ever be together again.

She begins to move, and he follows her lead, letting her set the pace. There's the temptation to ask if it's okay, if she needs any time to adjust - but if she does, she'll take it. He's confident of that. Instead of asking, he kisses her, the long deep kiss of earlier.