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Thank you! My first official prompt fill. I’ve been having a tough time writing so I’m excited I could squeeze this one out. @xfpornbattle
9. Early MSR. Mulder shows up at Scully’s apartment injured, and Scully “takes care of him”
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Padded footfalls are drowning out by my heartbeat as I pace in front of the door, phone in hand. Every couple of minutes I check the phone and consider driving out to find Mulder myself. It’s not really a knock that jars me out of my worrying but a bang on the door.
In a moment the door is open and before I have a chance to think Mulder falls into my arms and I struggle to keep us both standing. He’s pale, clammy, and disorientated. Getting him to the bed is an ordeal and when he’s finally lying down I run to get a wet towel for his forehead, which is on fire.
“We gotta find out who killed my father,” Mulder yells after me and I sigh to see him once again sitting up.
Cradling his head I lay him down, “Well right now you need to rest okay, rest.”
As he closed his eyes I stroked his hair and cheek, “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
I give a small flinch when his hand moves suddenly but he just grabs my hand.
“Scully…” He sighs and looks up at me with pain-filled eyes.
“We’re going to figure this out, Mulder. I promise we will find who killed him.”
I begin to check him for injury before realizing that all of the blood covering his shirt is not from him.
“Mulder we need to get your shirt off.” I say and begin to unbutton.
I’d expected a dirty joke at the very least but he just grumbles and complies. I help him fully undress and wash the blood off his chest that had soaked through his shirt.
Up until that point, I’d be focusing on the next logical steps but then noticed his none too subtle erection. My brain freezes in its tracks and I grow warm. Mulder shifts and I look quickly away.
His face is pained and I see the tear tracks down his face.
“Oh, Mulder.” I scoot up and run my fingers through his hair, “I’m so sorry.”
Without opening his eyes he gently cups my face and pulls me close, cheek to cheek.
His face is hot and wet against my skin and temporary worry for his fever distracts me until I feel his lips on my neck as he whispers my surname over and over. His lips feel far too good and his warm body too inviting so I begin to pull away but he holds to me lightly.
Leaning into him I kiss his rough cheek, “Everything’s going to be alright Mulder.”
Mulder’s answer is to pull me into a kiss. The searing heat is almost too much. It’s alarming and arousing at the same time so I try to focus my mind onto caring for Mulder. But his fingers roaming along my face and scalp are a pleasant diversion from the horrors of the day.
“You’re hurt.” He mumbles against my skin and fixes his eyes on my forehead.
“Someone was trying to kill you, Mulder.” My voice is small and the weight of the statement finally reaches me. The following fear threatens to swallow me up.
“I’m sorry.” Mulder’s soft lips kiss the Band-Aid on my forehead.
I never want to let him go but there is work to be done in clearing his name so I start to pull away.
“Don’t leave me.” His voice is so strained. For a moment I picture what it must have been like for him to find his father dead like that and I kiss him again, against my better judgment.
“You need to sleep, Mulder.”
“Stay with me, hold me.”
