okay, yup, definitely a cute little read. 'cute' like scully-sweaty-in-a-ponytail-with-green-lips cute, which is, incidentally, my favorite image from this fic, i think, though mulder sprawled out on the picnic table bench is a close second. i love how this fic manages to be really quite sexy (the ice water massage bit), but also really low key and innocent.
a strange bit of anti-fanon:
She had found that the only way to deal with these impulses was to let them run their course, allowing them to crystallize into a clear image that she could then neatly dismiss.
usually scully is characterized as firmly and swiftly denying and compartmentalizing her impulses of this nature. it struck me as very unusual to see her characterized this way for once: accept fully and move on. it's a lot more practical this way, though i'm not sure i agree with the characterization.
and this means everything was a pretty great line. i can picture them, sitting there in the sun and the dappling shade, turning the picnic table into their own little world, to the exclusion of the oppressive and public surroundings.
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a strange bit of anti-fanon:
She had found that the only way to deal with these impulses was to let
them run their course, allowing them to crystallize into a clear
image that she could then neatly dismiss.
usually scully is characterized as firmly and swiftly denying and compartmentalizing her impulses of this nature. it struck me as very unusual to see her characterized this way for once: accept fully and move on. it's a lot more practical this way, though i'm not sure i agree with the characterization.
and this means everything was a pretty great line. i can picture them, sitting there in the sun and the dappling shade, turning the picnic table into their own little world, to the exclusion of the oppressive and public surroundings.