"Good. I wasn't about to take no for an answer." Mulder's grin is broad as squeezes her, simultaneously unable to pull her any closer without yanking her onto his lap and desperately wanting more of her. He's going to have to try and get a hand up her shirt, at this rate.

"I think I still have my great-grandmother's ring someplace. Give this to the girl you're going to marry, they told me." Of course, it might take until the apple arrives to actually find it, but he's sure it's in the house. "We'll just have a very long engagement."

Though, as he thinks on it, it'll be nothing compared to the twenty-five-year journey to this point. What's another few years?