the stupendous yappi

datanullyx  asked:

11 and 16 cuddle prompts.

I went a little crazy (lack of sleep maybe) and made sims to go along with both drabbles! 
NSFW below the cut! 


16. With rain outside

 

Scully stared listlessly at the TV, which still held the image of the Stupendous Yappi for a moment before blinking to another commercial. She sighed and absently petted the dog’s head.  The rain picked up drowning out the meaningless words coming from the TV. In the days since Clyde Bruckman died a deep depression settled over Scully. The therapist at work said that she was finally starting to come to terms with the loss of her sister but Scully didn’t have the energy these days to put much thought into it. When she wasn’t working she found it difficult to leave the apartment and she screened most of her calls.

As if on cue the phone started to ring from its place on the floor where she had thrown it. Instead of answering it she turned over and curled more in on herself. As she fell asleep she heard Mulder’s monotone voice on her voice mail.
The knocking on the door woke her up an hour later. She was surprised to find herself in total darkness. After trying to turn on the lamp she realized that the power must have gone out. The knocking on the door continued and Scully started to sit up.
“Who is it?” She mumbled as loud as she could.
“Mulder.” Came the response.
Groaning, Scully pushed herself off the couch and went to let him in.
“Sorry, I tried using my key….” He gestured uselessly at the now free chain that she’d put in place a few hours before.
Scully just nodded tiredly and let him in. He took of his sopping wet coat and hung it up.
“You weren’t answering my calls, and then the power-” He started to say before the dog ran to him and started jumping and barking at his feet.
Mulder made a face and backed against the door. His fear of the small dog brought a foreign feeling smile to Scully’s face.
“So you’re keeping it?” Mulder said still dodging the little puffball at his feet.
Scully nodded and scooped the dog up, “I always had a dog growing up. I miss it.”
“But that dog Scully? After what it did?” Mulder made his grossed out face and kept his distance.
“He’s a dog. He can’t help it.”
Mulder shook his head but moved on, “Are you going to name it?”
“Yeah. Queequeg.”
She waited for him to ask about the name but he didn’t, he’d already moved on.
“Are you okay Scully?” Mulder’s thumb brushed her cheek and she had to look away.
She distracted herself by putting the dog down, “I’m fine.”
Her voice had a forced casual sound to it. She could have held out the charade if not for the open empathy and compassion written all over Mulder’s face.
The tears that she had been holding back for the past few days began to brim at her eyes. Mulder pulled her forward into his arms and she buried her face in his already damp shirt.
It smelled like him and Scully wanted to wrap it around her and never leave. Sleep had been scarce for days and suddenly she was feeling very tired. She began to slump against Mulder. Gently, he led her over to the couch.
They sat but in a moment Mulder lay down and pulled her next to him. His body spooned around hers and Scully closed her eyes against the tears that were still coming.
Mulder kissed her cheek and she could feel his breath in her hair. His left arm pillowed her head while his right lay slung around her waist; his hand resting on her flat belly.
The pattering of the rain mixed with Mulder’s breath calmed her until finally she felt relaxed enough to fall asleep.

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