Title: The Last Train To Clarksville
Genre: PWP, Slash, First Time, Hurt/Comfort
Notes: I think I'll use the author's own words, here, since they cover everything so perfectly: Mulder and Skinner, the first time; a locked boxcar, it's cold and dark, there's some chocolate -- what more needs to be said? This is a PWP - it has no redeeming virtues - it does not advance the plot, doesn't explain anybody's secrets nor plumb anyone's soul. I'm rather proud of that, actually. Well, it works for me.
( Where’s your coat, Agent Mulder? )
I rate this fic: I Like This One