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The warmth is what he loved most about her. The sweet, soft, warm body wrapped around him. Her slender arms around his neck and shoulders, breasts pressed against his chest, the scent of her filing his head, he wanted to crawl inside her. It’s needy and clingy but he doesn’t care. He loves her.
“Mulder.” Her tone was playful as her fingers combed through his hair in a caress that was almost a reflex.
“What?” He chuckled pulling her closer and into his lap. The kimono robe she wore felt like water but still had nothing on her skin. Having just shaved, it was like pressing his cheek to the smoothest of silks.
“Were you always this clingy?” she asked.
“I can’t even explain it,” his embrace tightened, “it’s all you, Scully.”
“Connection,” she supplied quietly, matching his strength, “acceptance?”
“Intimacy, what differs close ones from strangers.” He finally found his spot, their bodies filling each other’s molds like two pieces of one.
“Is that why you’ve always invaded my space?” She asked genuinely curious, before realizing she called him out on it. Mulder looked up.
“Have I?” He asked chagrined, expecting some punishment. Instead she kissed his cheek, gentle and sweet, bringing back the smile that made his eyes fall shut.
“You did,” she kissed his face, words for pauses, “rain or shine, office or crime scene, always one step behind.”
“Yet you never pulled back,” it wasn’t smug but it wasn’t humble either.
“I wanted to,” tip of her nose brushed his, her breath hot on his lips, “just to see if you’d catch me.”
He could feel her lean in, weight shifting as their smiles met in wordless understanding. He let her push him back between pillows and sheets.
“I’ll always catch…” He began and she caught his last word before it left his mouth.