Hey guys,
I've just been lazying around as much as possible before school tomorrow and this sprung on me. The sick!Scully, sick!Mulder idea may be a little tired by now but it needed to be done or else it would have never ever left me alone. It will have helped to have seen the Lion King but it's not required :)
Enjoy!
-Dru
who does not own Mulder or Scully or the X-Files or any of their brand of awesome. Or the Lion King and their brand of awesome. XD
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Her head burned dully underneath his hand. He imagined he could feel her skin pulsating against his fingers.
"More Tylenol."
Scully shifted underneath him, her sweaty skin stuck to his sofa. Mulder swept her damp bangs from her forehead, pressing a quick kiss below her ear.
"Stop," she whined, eyes still closed as she feebly attempted to push him off of her. "I'm sick. You're going to get sick." Mulder rolled his eyes, holding her tighter. The shades were drawn blanketing his apartment in the dark. Light from the muted television and corner fish tank shone dull light into the living room. Scully had drenched through all of the clothes she had tried that morning and was now napping on Mulder's couch in a dark red tank top and a pair of gym shorts. Mulder kind of didn't know what to do with himself.
"Mulder please," she begged softly. "It's too hot for this right now." Mulder reluctantly climbed off of her, offering her the glass of water he had brought from the kitchen. A rush of dizziness hit as she sat up. He gave her the Tylenol and she whined gently against his cheek as he pressed against her once more.
"For the record…I don't care if I get sick." His breath felt wispy against her face. She was drowsy and upset and all she could think to do was wriggle her way into his arms and continue to whine against his chest. Mulder turned the volume up on his television.
"What is this?" Scully asked her head anchored to his shoulder. A familiar cartoon warthog and meerkat were on the screen. The tune in their voice made Scully grin amidst the pain in her head and aches in her arms and legs. Mulder changed the channel.
"No! Stop! Mulder…put it back." His eyes widened at the urgency in her voice.
"Okay, okay."
Why won't he be the king I know he is, the king I see inside.
Two lions now. A girl and a boy. A Nala and a Simba.
"The Lion King Scully," Mulder grimaced at the unfamiliar Mickey head logo on the bottom of the screen. "The Lion King."
"This is the sweetest part of the whole movie, Mulder," she nuzzled his forehead as the cartoon lions romped together in the water. Alright. This fever induced affection was entertaining. The girl lion pawed at the boy lion before licking his face.
"This is so so not me Scully," Mulder complained but the grin on his face was undeniable. She nibbled his ear.
"What is it then?"
"So you," he just shook his head. A kiss landed on the bridge of his nose. The gentle music weaved its way through Mulder's living room, lulling the both of them. The familiarity of the words wrought tight emotions in Scully's chest. The scene ended with the warthog and meerkat from the beginning mourning the love the lions felt for each other.
"Thank you for watching it," Scully smiled. Mulder pawed at her face and grinned at her squeak.
"You're welcome."