"I hadn't forgotten," she sighs. It seems impossible to have him, solid and warm and real at her feet like this. She'd spent so long thinking of him, missing him, trying to acclimate herself to the gaping Mulder-shaped hole in reality-- this is a gift that's almost too much, and she's greedy for more.

Somewhere along the way her eyes fluttered shut as she focused on sensation, but as he stands she opens them again, her smile wide and warm. He kisses her and she touches his cheek to prolong it, keeping him close.

After a long moment, though, her other hand finds his zipper. It's unfair, he's got too many clothes left.