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The Airport by Jess Mabe (NC-17)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Length: 55k
Author on LJ: Not to my knowledge.
Author Website: Gossamer page
Why this must be read: Looking over my selections for the month, I've realized that they're biased toward angst. That isn't really surprising: like a good product of the '90s, The X-Files was an angsty, angsty show. And although I vastly prefer, and am mostly reccing, fics that don't end too unhappily, I thought Valentine's Day might be a good occasion for a little break from all the sturm und drang.
"The Airport" is a post-ep for "The Goldberg Variation" - yes, I do have some vague acquaintance with season 7! The premise is that Mulder and Scully, who have not yet gotten their act together, get storm-stranded at O'Hare for approximately a million years (or, okay, many hours, but delays feel longer). Eventually, they're reduced to seeking sustenance in an airport restaurant. And things progress from there. This is a well-observed but light-hearted, affectionate take on the characters, and a fun, sexy, one-shot fic.
"Mulder," she says suddenly, and some of the warmth is back in her voice. "Are you really attracted to me, or are you just talking out of your ass?"
I am astonished enough to set my half-eaten fajita down in my "Mexican" rice and stare at her.
"Seriously," she says and then takes a bite and chews it with the deliberation of a cow. Christ.
"Of course I'm fucking attracted to you!" People look up and we both glance down at our dinners as if we were talking to the tortillas.
She nods, slowly, and then takes another bite. "I guess," she says when she has finished chewing, "I just always thought it was all about this glorious platonic thing, you know? We flirt and all, but... well, it was like you'd go to the ends of the earth for me, but you wouldn't really want to see me naked."
I can't believe I'm hearing this. Somewhere in my lust-addled brain I am processing the fact that: a. she doesn't think I want her and that I'm probably going to hell for not setting her straight long ago because she is obviously God's favorite minion here on Earth and therefore, I've royally pissed off the Big Guy and b. she wants me. You can imagine which of those two phrases gets stuck in a groove in my head.
I lean forward and put one hand on hers. "Scully, let me just state for the record, that I would abso-fucking-lutely go to the ends of the universe JUST to see you naked."
You can find the entire thing toward the top of her Gossamer listing.
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Length: 55k
Author on LJ: Not to my knowledge.
Author Website: Gossamer page
Why this must be read: Looking over my selections for the month, I've realized that they're biased toward angst. That isn't really surprising: like a good product of the '90s, The X-Files was an angsty, angsty show. And although I vastly prefer, and am mostly reccing, fics that don't end too unhappily, I thought Valentine's Day might be a good occasion for a little break from all the sturm und drang.
"The Airport" is a post-ep for "The Goldberg Variation" - yes, I do have some vague acquaintance with season 7! The premise is that Mulder and Scully, who have not yet gotten their act together, get storm-stranded at O'Hare for approximately a million years (or, okay, many hours, but delays feel longer). Eventually, they're reduced to seeking sustenance in an airport restaurant. And things progress from there. This is a well-observed but light-hearted, affectionate take on the characters, and a fun, sexy, one-shot fic.
"Mulder," she says suddenly, and some of the warmth is back in her voice. "Are you really attracted to me, or are you just talking out of your ass?"
I am astonished enough to set my half-eaten fajita down in my "Mexican" rice and stare at her.
"Seriously," she says and then takes a bite and chews it with the deliberation of a cow. Christ.
"Of course I'm fucking attracted to you!" People look up and we both glance down at our dinners as if we were talking to the tortillas.
She nods, slowly, and then takes another bite. "I guess," she says when she has finished chewing, "I just always thought it was all about this glorious platonic thing, you know? We flirt and all, but... well, it was like you'd go to the ends of the earth for me, but you wouldn't really want to see me naked."
I can't believe I'm hearing this. Somewhere in my lust-addled brain I am processing the fact that: a. she doesn't think I want her and that I'm probably going to hell for not setting her straight long ago because she is obviously God's favorite minion here on Earth and therefore, I've royally pissed off the Big Guy and b. she wants me. You can imagine which of those two phrases gets stuck in a groove in my head.
I lean forward and put one hand on hers. "Scully, let me just state for the record, that I would abso-fucking-lutely go to the ends of the universe JUST to see you naked."
You can find the entire thing toward the top of her Gossamer listing.