Of late, Scully has really tried to embrace the notion that even if you're facing a foregone conclusion, the journey can be worth it.

Her arms slip around him in turn, palms sliding up his back so she can splay her fingers over his shoulderblades; she smiles at the feeling of that light kiss, and then she tips her head up to ask wordlessly for the next one, her eyes dark with want, cheeks flushed with more than just the heat of the water. As best she can she's got her whole body pressed against him.