A kiss on tip toes while the other has to bend down- Requested by Admiralty - November 3rd, 2019
Season 7 - Tip Toes and Bent Necks
The sound of her bare feet padding against his hardwood floor might've been loud at this hour if it weren't for the fact they were merely joining in the cacophony Mulder was already creating.
BANG
CLASH
THUD
"FUCK"
She grabbed at the fabric sliding off her shoulders and attempted the impossible task of making his oversized shirt fit her frame. The thin, worn cotton brushed against the skin of her thighs with every step. Underneath, her bare body was still humming with the contentment he'd gifted her a few hours ago. Contentment so blissful that she'd fallen asleep less than a minute after he growled her name into her neck. She couldn't even remember how she'd gotten from sitting in his lap to being spooned under the covers, but she wished she could – just so she could have seen Mulder's face when he finally realized she was going to be spending the night.
She'd thrown his discarded shirt over her head and made her way down the hall when she heard the first disgruntled-Mulder sound, the dawn light illuminating the vacant, but warm, sport beside her.
She rounded the corner and was met with a boxer-clad Mulder looking though his pantry with undisguised disappointment. "Mulder?" she croaked, her voice hoarse from a lack of use combined with residual strain from last night's screaming.
He jumped in surprise and turned to her immediately, a smile breaking across his face as he saw her using his shirt as a dress. "Hey, sleepy head. Sorry for waking you," he apologized, teasing her gently.
"What're you doin'?" she asked, her usual eloquence still not quite with her.
He let out a sorry laugh and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Well, I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but my eggs were expired. I swore I just bought them though," he rambled, muttering the last part to himself. He kept talking as she took in the sight of his five o'clock shadow emphasizing his jawbone, the same jawbone she'd affectionately lavished last night. "And then I thought I could make you some pancakes, but I'm not sure I know how to make them right, and then I wasn't sure if you even liked them."
She started languidly walking towards him while he continued explaining his foiled attempt at romanticism. By the time she was at his side, she couldn't resist temptation anymore, so she grabbed onto his arm and lifted herself up on her tip toes to kiss him.
However, she hadn't had the opportunity to do this before without the added high of her heels, and she fell embarrassingly short of being able to reach his jaw let alone his mouth. She wobbled in place for a moment before falling back onto the flats of her feet, her front bumping along Mulder's side – getting his attention.
He stopped mid-ramble and turned his head to the side to beam at her. Raising herself back onto her toes, she looked him in the eye and murmured, "Kiss me."
The fact he had to noticeably bend over to kiss her while she was standing at her full height was not lost on her, but it faded to the back of her mind as his hands cupped her cheeks and drew her into him. They stayed like that until her toes burned and his neck presumably felt the mutual strain. She let her eyes flutter open slowly as she lowered herself back down, melting into the way his hand was rubbing up and down her back.
"Mulder," she repeated softly.
"Hmm?" he murmured, letting his face fall so he could kiss the crown of her head.
"Come back to bed," she requested, tugging on the waistband of his boxers playfully.