She's still so small that she could put literally all her weight on him, and he thinks he'd hardly notice. As it is, she's no trouble to keep up, kissing her soundly as he touches her. Into her blouse and over her her bra strap, as much of her shoulder as he can reach without straining the buttons yet to be unbuttoned, and back along the line of...she'd know the name of the muscle, the one that looks strange on body builders and perfect on Scully. Trapezius? He thinks maybe trapezius.

More importantly, though, along that clean line leading from shoulder to neck, and around behind to the nape of her neck and the top of her spine, kissing her all the while. He has a vague, sudden fantasy of kissing down along her spine while he reaches around to finger her, his mouth at her shoulder blades and his hand on her clit. It's a pity that the twinge he feels is somewhere in his lumbar region and not his cock.

With no small regret, he breaks the kiss, palming her cheek as he looks at her. "I could stay here forever - but I think it'd screw up my back if I tried."