Cliched choice, I know, which is why I'm getting it in early. I don't even care if it's a cliche; "Parabiosis" was the first full XF fic I remember reading, and it had me from the beginning with this:
"Rough day, Mulder?" Fox Mulder had quixotic theories, dark eyes, and he was six feet of long warm bones in the bed. She had been making a fool of herself over him for years, staying in a ridiculous job because Mulder was tall and mumbly and had once tried to make her drink sardine juice.
“Go to sleep.” He looked sweet and crazy. She wanted him to fall into a dark, dreamless sleep, because without it, his relentless thoughts demanded expression and his mouth and tongue wouldn’t oblige. She wanted to take her fingers and press the worry lines out of his face.
Oh, fanfic. I miss the days when I had the time to really immerse myself in you for hours and hours, I really do.
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Date: 2010-10-14 06:45 am (UTC)"Rough day, Mulder?" Fox Mulder had quixotic theories, dark eyes, and he was six feet of long warm bones in the bed. She had been making a fool of herself over him for years, staying in a ridiculous job because Mulder was tall and mumbly and had once tried to make her drink sardine juice.
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“Go to sleep.” He looked sweet and crazy. She wanted him to fall into a dark, dreamless sleep, because without it, his relentless thoughts demanded expression and his mouth and tongue wouldn’t oblige. She wanted to take her fingers and press the worry lines out of his face.
Oh, fanfic. I miss the days when I had the time to really immerse myself in you for hours and hours, I really do.