Scully sighed and rubbed the back of her neck as she closed her laptop computer. One more report finished, one more assignment completed.

Soft snoring caught her attention. She turned around from her seat at the table to see a sleeping Mulder, sprawled out on one of the beds in her room. As if he could feel her watching him, he stirred and turned over, groaning and moaning all the while.

Scully didn’t blame him. They had been up most of the night, watching for a suspect, and toward dawn he had insisted that she nap while he watched. He woke her when the suspect finally appeared, and they closed in and made the arrest. In the process, Mulder had taken more than his share of some rough handling. After turning the suspect in to the local police for questioning, they returned to the motel where Scully wrote up their report and Mulder headed for the bed.

"Wake me when you want to eat," he had said, then had swiftly fallen asleep.

She wasn’t hungry, just stiff and sore. She stretched and walked to the window. Looking out, she saw just what she wanted – a swimming pool!

Quietly she rummaged through her bag. Damn, no swimsuit! As she looked back out at the pool, she noticed a souvenir shop next to it. Maybe they had a suit she could buy.

She tried to make as little noise as possible as she slipped out of the room. Crossing the courtyard, she entered the shop.

Mulder woke up as the door closed after Scully. He groggily sat up and looked around for her. Looking out the window, he watched her go into the shop.

Turning away from the window, he fell back across the bed. As he lay there, he began to notice sounds from outside. He could hear people laughing and yelling, and water splashing. Hmmm, maybe what his tender muscles needed was a good swim!

He got up and went into his adjoining room. Hunting through his bag, he finally found his red Speedo tucked into a corner. He quickly undressed and put it on, then grabbed a towel and his key.

Scully entered the souvenir shop and looked around.

"Excuse me, do you carry swimsuits?" she asked the clerk behind the counter.

"Yes ma’am, and got a changing room in the back," the clerk answered.

As she browsed through the suits, she sighed. They were either the types her great-aunt Martha would wear, or something a teenager might try. Finally, one suit caught her eye. She smirked as she pulled it off the rack. Did she dare? Still grinning, she took it into the changing room.

Mulder tossed his towel and keys on a chair and dove into the pool.

The water was cool and relaxing. Locating an empty area, he began to swim laps. At the end of the third lap, he looked up to see Scully coming out of the shop, with a new beach bag, sunglasses, and wearing . . .

He rubbed his eyes. Scully was wearing a bikini. And yes, it was an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow polka dot bikini! He shook his head, but the vision stayed. He began to grin.

Scully hadn’t seen him yet. She kicked off her sandals, and put them into her bag. She sat down on a lounge chair and began to rub sunblock lotion on her arms. From the side of the pool, Mulder watched her with squinted eyes. He could imagine how her skin would feel under the lotion. Although he longed to go to her and help, he knew the last thing he could do at that point was get out of the water wearing a skimpy Speedo.

Scully finally finished applying the lotion, and rose from the chair. Sitting down on the edge of the pool, she tentatively stuck one foot in. Finding the water to her liking, she slid in. As she worked her way to the deeper water, she was aware of the glances of nearby men, both young and old. Suddenly, strong arms grabbed her around the waist, and she began to struggle.

"Hey, hey, it’s me!" Mulder laughed as she turned around to punch him.

"Jesus, Mulder, you are lucky I’m not armed!" She pushed his broad chest with both hands. "Where did you come from? I left you asleep!"

"Well, I took a chance that you wouldn’t take your gun in the water. Besides, where would you hide it in that?" He was looking down at her barely-covered cleavage.

"Quit leering at me, and let me go!" She tried to slip out of his grasp. As she struggled, her body slid up against him, and she felt his erection. She gasped and tried to keep from bumping into him.

"Calm down, Scully, and I’ll let you go. Although I’d rather hold you." He knew she had felt his arousal, and that only increased his desire. She finally stopped struggling, and he let her float away from him. As she looked at him with accusatory eyes, he felt exasperation.

"Damn, Scully, if you don’t want me to want you, then don’t dress like that!" He turned away and swam to the side of the pool.

She followed him and put her hand on his arm to stop him from getting out of the pool.

"I’m sorry, Mulder, I am feeling a little like a bimbo for wearing this bikini. There wasn’t much of a choice in the shop, and it just caught my eye. Then, when I actually came out in public, I was embarrassed to be wearing it. And your reaction was a little much for me." She glared defiantly up at him.

He turned away and faced the side of the pool. "Sorry," he mumbled. "It was just a gut reaction. You look amazing."

"You look pretty amazing yourself." Scully hung on the side of the pool next to him. "We’ve never been in a pool together, have we?"

He turned to face her. "No, and we may want to avoid doing it again." He smiled crookedly at her.

"What’s the matter, Mulder – can’t control yourself?" She grinned up at him. "Want to race?"

Saying that, she quickly started across the pool. He followed her for a minute, and then easily passed her. They spent the next 30 minutes racing and playing in the pool like two teenagers.

Finally, Mulder called a halt. "Okay, Scully, you wore me out. I think I can control myself enough to get to the room without being embarrassed now."

They left the pool and walked toward their rooms. They each unlocked their doors and walked into their rooms. They met at the open adjoining door.

"That was stupid," they said together, and began to laugh. Mulder stepped into Scully’s room.

"It’s freezing in here. I’m going to take a shower." Mulder calmly stripped off his suit, dropped it on the floor, and started towards Scully’s shower.

"Mulder, what are you doing?" Scully stared at him in disbelief.

"Come on Scully, you’re going to want this nice smelling shampoo aren’t you? He stepped into the shower stall.

She stood a moment, and then made up her mind. She picked up the wet Speedo and hung it on the doorknob. Pausing in front of the mirror, she stopped to see how the bikini hugged her body. Shrugging her shoulders, she untied the top and dropped it, and slipped out of the tiny bottoms.

She entered the bathroom, which was already steamy. She grinned as she anticipated how much more steam would be forthcoming.

Pulling back the shower curtain, she paused a minute and checked out a wet and soapy Mulder.

"Hey, close the curtain! It’s cold out there!" Mulder reached for her hand. Drawing her into the rush of water, he slid his arm around her waist.

"Back off, Mulder, I need to wash this chorine off of me." Scully reached for the soap and began to lather up.

"Hmm, let me do that, Scully. You always miss spots."

Scully obediently handed him the soap. It did always feel so nice when he did the washing. He turned her around and thoroughly washed her back and shoulders, then worked his way down her back to her buttocks. His hands slid around their soft curve and tickled between her legs. While reaching down her legs, he planted soft kisses all down her spine. She shivered, and parted her legs as his fingers worked their way down to her ankles.

"Feet now, or later, Scully?" His voice was husky with desire.

"Uh, later Mulder," she murmured. "Don’t think I can stand on one foot just now."

He stood up and turned her to face him.

"Tip your head back under the water."

She luxuriated in the feel of the warm water, and Mulder’s fingers working the shampoo through her hair. He gently massaged her scalp and worked his fingers around to the back of her neck. Now this was the way to wash your hair! She giggled as his erection bumped into her.

"Cut it out, Scully, or we’ll never get finished. Lean back and rinse."

She stood under the warm spray and let the water wash streams of lather down her body. When the water ran clear, she stepped out of the stream and into Mulder’s arms.

"You forgot to wash the front," she sighed huskily.

"Nope. Leaving the best to last," he mumbled into her wet hair. Stepping back, he took a long look before lathering up the soap again. Hunkering down, he began at the tops of her feet, working his way up to her knees, pausing to plant a kiss on red curls at the top of her legs before slowly standing. He bent one arm around her waist as he began to deliberately wash that delicate area. She shivered and looked up at him.

He could see the desire in her eyes. Carefully he used his soapy fingers to explore the soft folds. When he saw her eyes begin to glaze over, he chuckled and moved his hands to her waist.

"None of that, Scully. I don’t want you passing out on me like the last time!"

"We’ll see about that," she laughed. "Give me that soap."

He smeared lather across her chest and belly, and handed the soap to her. As he slid soapsuds across her erect nipples, she reached down and began to soap his penis. She always marveled at the size of him. At the sound of a groan from him, she stepped back.

"Ready to rinse off, Mulder?"

After washing away the suds, they stepped out of the shower. Scully wrapped a towel around her wet hair and slipped into a soft terry bathrobe. Mulder dried off and crawled up on the bed.

"Come here Scully." He patted the bed, between his outstretched knees. She grabbed her comb and climbed into the space. He carefully unwrapped the towel from her hair and squeezed the last of the water out of it. Lovingly he began to comb out the tangles.

She sighed with pleasure. "Mulder, this is my favorite."

"Oh, yeah, Scully? I thought this was." He slid his hand under the robe, and teased between her knees."

"Stop that, you know what I mean. Right now, this is what I need." She squeezed her knees together and trapped his hand.

He finished combing and wrapped both arms around her. He nuzzled her neck, and slowly slid the robe off her shoulders. He slid his hands across her breasts, causing her to cry out with desire. Leaning back on the pillows, he turned her over on his chest.

"Let’s talk about what I need right now." His eyes were twinkling.

She took a moment to gaze into his eyes. His own combination of desire, amusement, and deep intense love was almost more than she could bear. He put his hands on either side of her head and drew her down to taste her lips. Turning her on her side, he began to stroke her body. She was very aroused, but wanted this moment to last for a while. She began to examine every detail of his chest, using her tongue and lips to taste and suck.

His hands slid down her arms to her waist. He slowly touched each inch of her, stopping at her breasts to encircle them. Leaning down, he gently kissed and sucked her nipples. Each pull caused a tug between her legs. His tongue licked over the hard nub, causing her to move her hips in a rocking motion. He reached down and guided his huge erection so that the tip of the penis was bumping against her clitoris. She groaned with desire, and arched her pelvis toward him. Her hands found his penis and pulled it toward her.

"Not yet, baby, not yet. I need to last for you." He moved it away from her body, and replaced it with his fingers. "Come for me, baby, now."

Her eyes flew open as her climax crashed through her body. Waves of hot pleasure convulsed her as he held and rocked her. When she could speak again, she whispered, "Mulder . . . "

"Hmm? Is it my turn now, Scully?" He gazed at her and she smiled. She knew what he wanted, and she gladly began the ritual.

Mulder lay back on the pillows, and she crouched between his legs. Beginning at his ankle, she traced a line of kisses up his leg, behind his knee, and up his inner thigh. Carefully avoiding his penis and scrotum, she dotted little kisses up to his belly button and back down the other leg. Coming back to his center, she leaned over so her breasts slid down either side of his shaft. He reached down and pushed them together, to make a warm receptacle for his erection. As she moved up and down, her mouth covered the tip and teased him.

He chuckled and pulled her to his chest. She pushed back away and covered his penis with her mouth. Sucking and licking, with her bright red hair falling all around, she felt him stiffening. Suddenly, he pulled her up.

"Now, Scully!" His eyes were bright with desire. He steadied her body as she slid onto his rod. She was warm and wet, and ready for him. Her quivering motions made little slurping noises as they moved together toward orgasm. He half sat up, so that he could hold her and touch her as together, they came at last. Their coupling was so perfect that nothing in the world could touch them.

Later, as they lay entwined in bed, Mulder murmured into Scully’s chest.

"Want to model that bikini again, Scully?"