The truth is she's had fantasies like this, too. Not about sex, but about closeness-- just getting to put aside all concerns about professionalism and boundaries and resting her head on his shoulder. Letting herself take comfort in his presence without wondering if it's too much. An simple, domestic kind of desire that sometimes feels ridiculous when applied to Spooky Mulder, but here he is. They can curl up on this couch, her against his chest, and the rest of the world can't say a thing about it.

(The sexual fantasies might be less embarrassing, honestly.)

And for a while she does, blissfully, nothing; idly letting her fingers wander over his shoulder, her mind drifting, drowsily enjoying the solid warmth of his body. It's the kind of thing that can't last but she does her best to hang on as long as she can, until the inner voice that wonders what next? and what she'll say to Mulder if she ever makes it home-- and what he might be doing in her absence-- gets too loud to shush.

"What do you think about a shower," she asks eventually. "And maybe more coffee, and after... we could watch a movie?"

What do normal people do, when they're not trying to fix a timeline? It's her best guess.