4 and 8 for the prompt.
4. You can hit me, but you can’t kiss me
8. You remind me of my grandfather.
Mulder rubbed his sore jaw, smiling fondly at the memory of Scully’s face when their lips parted, just before she clocked him.
“Scully,” he called out, hoping she was still nearby.
Scully heard Mulder call her name from just outside the door to his room. She hesitated, but turned around and went back in, making her impatience easily recognizable on her face.
“Mulder, I can’t keep coming in here,” she said, gripping the rail on the side of the bed. "What do you want?“
"You can hit me, but you can’t kiss me?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” She raised her brow in puzzlement.
Mulder took her right hand in his and folded her fingers into a fist. He brought her knuckles up and gingerly touched them to his jaw, hoping he lined the bruise up correctly with her hand.
“You were there, Scully,” he whispered, laying back in bed and keeping a hold on her wrist and arm. "In red satin and pincurls. You didn’t even know me, but you went with me.“
Scully pulled her hand free and leaned closer until their faces were inches apart and she stared into his eyes, scrutinizing the size of his pupils. He gazed back through a dreamy fog of painkillers, giving her a dopey smile.
"I kissed you and you hit me,” he said.
Scully raised her hand between them and held up her index finger. "Mulder, follow my finger with just your eyes.“
"I don’t have a concussion, Scully.” He followed the trail of her finger to prove himself; side to side, up and down.
Scully put her hand on his head and sifted her fingers through his hair to check for knots.
“You really did save the world,” he murmured, closing his eyes.
She kept moving her fingers through his hair because it seemed to make him calm and drowsy. The sooner he fell asleep, the sooner she could leave. His eyes opened again and drooped softly like a baby fighting sleep.
“You remind me of my grandfather,” Scully said.
“Hm, why?” he murmured.
“He had dementia late in life and said some pretty outrageous things as well.” She gave him a smile and he smiled back as his eyelids fluttered.
“Would you hit me again if I kissed you?” he asked. "If we weren’t being chased by Nazis next time?“
Scully stilled her fingers in his hair and tipped her head. She could see that his breathing had already slowed as though he was talking in his sleep. There was no movement under his eyelids.
"Mulder?” she whispered, rubbing his head lightly. He didn’t move. She pulled her hand back and rested against the bed rail to watch him sleep. She lingered over him for a few moments longer and then pulled the blanket up to his shoulders. She smoothed her hand over his head again and then lightly moved her fingers over the bruise on his jaw. "Try me some time and find out,“ she whispered before she left the room.