[ She's playing directly to him, giving him everything he loves: casual touch, her hand light at his cheek, the kind of kiss that always leaves him wanting more, one of her rare grins. Scully smiling is always cause for celebration, a victory that always feels as satisfying as all the work that goes into it.
(If he stops and thinks about it, he knows she does it more this time around. She's happier than she was; from this vantage point, it's possible to see just how miserable some of those years were, but just look at her now.) ]
Going in for extreme possibilities, Agent Scully?
[ With a teasing smile, one hand covering her bared breast. She's beautiful, tempting the way an all-you-can-eat buffet is tempting. Where do you start? How much do you take? All of it, everything - but you have to start somewhere. ]
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(If he stops and thinks about it, he knows she does it more this time around. She's happier than she was; from this vantage point, it's possible to see just how miserable some of those years were, but just look at her now.) ]
Going in for extreme possibilities, Agent Scully?
[ With a teasing smile, one hand covering her bared breast. She's beautiful, tempting the way an all-you-can-eat buffet is tempting. Where do you start? How much do you take? All of it, everything - but you have to start somewhere. ]
I don't know. Sounds kinda...spooky.