He's not far behind her. Once she's coming, her pussy viselike around his cock, he gets both hands under her ass and takes things all the faster, holding her as he fucks up into her a few quick, hard strokes. It's an incredible feeling, Scully clinging to him with everything she has, and the intensity can't be borne long. One final jerk of his hips and he's shooting up into her with a moan.

It occurs to him in the first moments after, as he slumps back into the couch, his arms limply cradling her against him, that he should have thought about protection. As far as they know, she's infertile right now, but it won't stay that way - and who knows how things can change when time travel is thrown into the mix? But he wouldn't trade the last few minutes for anything, nor would he settle for re-experiencing them with the equivalent of a raincoat in the shower. Nothing's actually going to come of this, except some comfort for each of them. Already his heart's aching at the thought of sending her home.

"You," he murmurs, when he trusts his voice to speak, "are radiant."