"Come Cuddle" - Requested by Anonymous - April 29th, 2019
Season 7 - Newness
He was nervous, that much was obvious. She found the whole idea a little ridiculous being he was just inside her no more than five minutes ago, but it was endearing nonetheless.
He was laying next to her, their limbs just barely flush as they caught their breaths. She could tell from the longing looks Mulder was giving her exposed skin and the way his fingers where moving softly, but restlessly moving, that he wanted to reach out and get closer.
She wasn't sure why he wasn't.
Did he think she wasn't satisfied? She knew he had a tendency to be self-deprecating, but she didn't know how he could possibly fit that into this circumstance. She cried his name like he was a god every time he made her come. Every. Time. Plural. Her body was still getting used to that.
She couldn't even entertain the idea that he didn't enjoy himself because he practically wrote an Ode to Scully with his tongue on her body.
Then it hit her, much in the same way it had when she took the initiative to shed her clothes and crawl into his bed. Mulder made sure everything they did was on her terms - he wanted this so much he wouldn't push in fear she would run away. She was tired of running.
"Mulh-der," she rapsed, her voice drunk from sex.
"Hmm?" he hummed.
She opened her arms to him, beckoning him to fall into her embrace, "Come cuddle."
A bashful smile broke out on his face as he comically scooted closer, sliding his hand over her waist and curling into her. He rest her head on her naked breast and she could feel him relaxing against her as his thumbs idly felt her skin, as if making sure she was real.
She was tired of pretending that this wasn't what she'd always wanted.