"The guys bringing it?" he suggests brightly, his head tilting down to join her in watching her feel him up. They've been together morning and night for the last few weeks, and it hasn't been enough. He's not convinced anything ever will be enough, but in the moment, he's satisfied.

Well, besides a continued hankering for a bite of Scully's green papaya salad, no euphemism there.

"Table," he says, an arm going around her waist as soon as he's got the chance. "Or we can try a picnic on the bed - but I can't promise I won't get distracted."