[ If anyone guesses it-- that there's a mischievous side to her-- maybe they attribute it to Mulder's bad influence over the years. Like she never used to sneak out to parties wearing Melissa's eyeliner with a pocket of stolen cigarettes, like she doesn't have an serpent scrawled into her back in toxic ink. If anything he's helped temper her, a pressure valve to release her intermittent bouts of chaos in safer ways. ]

Funny, I feel the best ideas were always yours.

[ She smooths her palm down his chest. ]

Lately I just want you-- God, all the time. [ She pauses, smirk widening a little. ] Are you sure you don't want to work a few more weeks?