Drabble based on a twitter post

A ridiculous drabble inspired by this post: https://twitter.com/stellafknscully/status/1462801501894676495

I wrote this in five minutes. Idk y’all.

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When Stella wakes up, she instantly knows something is wrong. Her face feels dry and itchy and she licks her lips to find they are crusty and her top lip feels more plump than it should. Scratching her head, she grunts as the wig she is still wearing slides off her skull to reveal matted hair underneath. The dress she was wearing for the costume party Scully convinced her to attend, is ripped half open and her under garments are nowhere to be found. A dry smirk graces her lips as memories of the night flash back to her and she moans as she sits up to stretch sore muscles.

“Mmm, mornin’ Stel.” Scully mumbles as her movements pull her from lip. Her dress is also half-on, but the wig and half of her makeup lay smeared across her pillow. Blinking her eyes open, she sits up to give Stella a kiss, but jerks away at the last second. “Oh my god, Stella!”

“What?” Stella questions with a frown, reaching up to touch her face when everything feels tight. “What is it?”

“Are you allergic to anything?” Scully responds, instantly going into doctor mode. She sits up completely and leans over to examine Stella’s face which is puffy and blotchy. “It looks like you’ve had a reaction to something.”

“I’m allergic to a few chemicals in cheap make-up, but I make sure to buy hypoallergenic products.” Stella groans, pushing off the bed to look at her face in the mirror. A loud gasp of shock emits from the bathroom and Scully sheepishly follows. “I don’t understand! I didn’t use anything harmful.”

“Ummm, Stella.” Scully whispers, stepping behind her to look at her reflection in the mirror. “I might have accidentally bought lotion that wasn’t hypoallergenic.”

“Well that shouldn’t matter.” Stella frowns, not immediately catching on. “I wasn’t kissing your legs last ni–” Her comment is cut-off as her brain makes sense of the information. True, she wasn’t kissing her legs last night, but those legs were locked around her shoulders as Scully rode the hell out of her face. The brush of her thighs had sent shivers of pleasure down her spine last night, but those same thighs are responsible for her allergic reaction. “Shit.” Stella grunts.

“I’m so sorry, Stel. I had no idea.” Scully starts to ramble, feeling guilty before Stella turns around and captures her face with her hands.

“Dana, breathe.”

“Stella…”

“It was an accident. I’m not mad.” The sincerity in her voice makes Scully breathe a breath of relief. “Do you have any meds to help with the swelling?”

“Oh, yes!” Jumping to action, eager to be of assistance to help solve the condition that she caused, Scully runs down to her kit and returns with Benadryl and topical cream. “This will help with the rash.”

Stella sits on the toilet and allows Scully to gently apply the cream before she swallows one of the pills offered to her. Her hands rest peacefully on Scully’s hips as she works and despite the ache in her face, she is pleasantly happy this morning. Chuckling when Scully steps away, she nods to the tub. “We should probably bathe and get out of these costumes.”

Scully laughs with her and nods, leaning down to kiss the top of Stella’s head. “I’d like that.”

As Scully steps back, Stella raises and brushes some hair from her lover’s forehead. “I had a good time last night.”

“Me too.” Searching her eyes over her swollen face, Scully bites her lip. “Sorry for buying the wrong lotion.”

“It was worth it.”