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His hand lands on her thigh with a heat that makes her gasp, and he says in a low, soft voice, “I’m just worried about you is all.” She feels herself getting dizzy. It has nothing to do with the alcohol, and everything to do with unpartnerly touches on her couch close to midnight, after too many drinks and the most god-awful night she’s had in probably a decade.
Oh, and also- Scully strips for Mulder.
This one was a fun one that I just had to illustrate. Being an aphant, the only way I can 'see' the images that authors paint with their words is to make up an actual image. Hooboy, there are some stories that I really wish I could see in my mind, hence the time I spend photoshopping...
I'm not the only one who was inspired to create something for this fic. MSRAfterDark did some drawings in collaboration with StoryByCorey. Thanks to tumblr's prudity I couldn't find them anymore. Meg has requested they not be posted outside tumblr, but I wanted you to be able to see them, and without being able to link to them my compromise was to post a tiny thumbnail with both. I'm hoping you can still access them from the fic on AO3.
The calligraphy is from A January Girl on tumblr.
