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Skinner has a terrible sense of humor, or maybe he has a really great sense of humor. It kind of depends on who you ask. If you ask me, I could strangle him. If you ask Mulder, I am sure he'd be just fine with it all.
So here we all are by the beach. By all, I mean, Diana, Mulder, and me. There was a case that took us rather close to the beach, and I love the water. Apparently Diana also loves the water. Whatever.
"Fox, let's go down to the beach. We're so close we can walk," she flirts, although Mulder is oblivious.
"How about it, Scully," he directs the question towards me. "Pack a bag, and we can all head down there. How about thirty minutes," he looks at Diana and me. Diana makes a face. I think she meant just the two of them, but Mulder included me.
And what was I supposed to do? Should I say no? Should I let them go alone? There was quite a few options. But, I've really never been one to back down from a challenge. And, lets be honest, I did not want Mulder alone with Diana. The thought of those two alone made me sick. Why, I don't know. I had no claim on Mulder, but neither did she. If she wanted to play those reindeer games, than I would play the same game back.
"Sure, Mulder. I can be ready in twenty, I just need to get my suit on and pack some essentials," I smiled. I wasn't going to flirt. Why should I flirt? I didn't want to make it obvious. I could also get ready in five, because Mulder was always taking me somewhere last minute.
Fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock on my door while I was adding sunscreen to my bag.
"Hi, Mulder, I am almost ready."
"I thought I'd meet you here so that we can walk down together," he claimed. How thoughtful.
"Do you want to stop and grab Diana first, or should we just head down," I quizzed. The answer was going to make things a lot more interesting. He chose the right answer, and I felt a little victorious, and slightly ashamed at how excited I was.
"She can find her own way down to the beach. She's a big girl," he lamented.
"Let's do it than," I cheered, a little too happily.
When we got down to the shore, Diana showed her face. She was later than I thought she might have been, given it was her idea.
"Fox, I stopped by your room and you weren't there. What gives," she pouted.
"Oh, well, I was finished packing early so I grabbed Scully. I didn't want to rush you. I figured you'd find your way. I'm sorry," he apologized. He did look sorry, too. Poor guy was definitely conflicted between us two. I almost felt guilty. But, I didn't. My mother would not be proud.
"Whatever," she said, with a bit more attitude than I thought she might give.
And it was only going to get better, or worse, depending on who you ask. Once we found our spot, I laid my towel out, threw my sun hat on, and opened my bottle of water, preparing to relax a little. I started to lather myself with sunscreen, having no problem with the front of my body. I knew I would need someone to get my back. The problem was, Diana was going to have the same problem, only she didn't use sunscreen. She used tanning lotion. Unfortunately, I am too white to be doing that.
"Scully, would you like a little help. I am not sure your little arms can reach your back," he joked. He was serious though.
"Could you please get my back, Mulder," I admitted. I made sure to check out Diana's face, while I asked. She looked pretty defeated. That was kind of my point though.
Mulder got close to my ear, so that nobody could hear what he said. Score for me.
"There's nothing I'd rather do," he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my back and arms. I shivered. Mulder noticed. Diana rolled her eyes and scoffed a bit. Mulder was once again oblivious. It must be a guy thing.
I gave him the sunscreen and he went to work on my back, massaging and making sure he got every nook and cranny. It felt amazing.
"You're very thorough, Mulder," I chuckled. "Thank you."
"Well, I'd rather you not sunburn that milky white skin," he tossed back.
"Well than, I'll make sure to have you reapply in two more hours. You can never be too safe," I leered.
"I look forward to it, too. Maybe I can even get the front," he joked. I wasn't going to let that happen, no matter how much I'd like to make Diana jealous. Some things were just not meant for an audience.
He recapped the sunscreen and threw it back in my bag. "If I start looking like a lobster, turn me over, please," I tossed at him, laying down on my belly.
"I'll keep an eye on you partner," he winked. And then Diana ruined the moment.
"Fox, now that you're finished with Dana, would you mind putting some tanning lotion on me? I'd really appreciate it." She was too smug for my liking. But here's the thing. Her tanning lotion was the spray on kind, so Mulder did not have to touch her at all. I grinned to myself. Another point for team Scully.
"Sure, Diana. I can do that for you," he replied, almost too sweetly for my liking. But, I shook it off.
After he sprayed her down, she looked a little bummed out that he didn't rub in the lotion, but she didn't mention it.
"Mulder, you should also put some sunscreen on your body," I informed him. And I didn't say it just for kicks. I really did not want to have to deal with a sunburnt Mulder.
"Or you could use some tanning lotion," I heard over his shoulder. I almost forgot she was there.
"Thanks, Diana, but sun screen is probably the smarter option. I hear it keeps the wrinkles at bay."
She was very unhappy with me. And I briefly wondered what kind of retaliation she had planned for me. In theory, she is more powerful than me. She has all the important people wrapped around her finger, and I also don't believe she's one of the good guys. But, Mulder and I already had that fight. I didn't need to bring it back up.
After I applied his sunscreen we laid around for a while, and I must have dozed off. I heard Mulder calling my name.
"Scully, you're looking a little pink. Maybe you should flip over," he suggested.
"How long have I been on my stomach," I asked, sleepily.
"About forty-five minutes. Nothing crazy, but I think it's time to rotate. Maybe even get a snack. I can run up to that little store. It's about a two minute walk," he asked. I was feeling a little hungry, too.
"Thank you, Mulder. Could you get me some kind of juice, too," I smiled.
"Of course, no problem. Diana, what would you like," he politely offered.
"Fox, I'd love some kind of fruit, if you don't mind," she charmed. I hate that she called him Fox.
"Alright, juice and fruit. I got it. I'll be back in a moment," he said to nobody in particular.
And once he was out of ear shot, that's when Diana attacked. I knew she would.
"You know we had a relationship," she spat out.
"I know, Diana. You're not telling me anything I don't already know," I answered back. There was absolutely no way I was going to get snotty to her face.
"Oh, so he told you," she asked.
"We've spoken about it, Diana. Whatever or whoever is in his past, cannot be changed and it will remain there," I smartly responded. Maybe I could get a little snotty.
"We'll see about that," she tossed back. And Mulder happened to walk up just at that moment. He was quicker than we both anticipated. Maybe he knew there would be a small cat fight once he left.
"The store wasn't busy. Scully, here's some pineapple juice for you, and I made sure to get you a turkey club, no mayo. Diana, I got you a selection of fruit and some apple juice," he seemed rather proud.
I was silently proud of him for knowing my typical sandwich order. He really did pay attention.
We sat and ate our lunch in relative silence. Diana, of course, offered Mulder a piece of pineapple between her fingers and he took it with his mouth. Score one for Diana. I was slightly annoyed, but I wasn't going to let anyone know that. It wouldn't kill me to let her score a couple of times.
After we ate lunch, and cleaned up, I went back to laying in the sun.
"Fox, I'm going to get in the water, would you like to join me," she asked in a tone that I was not fond of, at all.
"Sure, I'll be right behind you, Diana."
"Scully, let's get in the water," he begged.
"Mulder, I don't know. I'm enjoying my time in the sun," I whined. Really, I just didn't want to be around Diana.
"Well, than I guess I will just have to throw you in," he laughed. And I thought he was kidding. But, he scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulders. It didn't take much. He held me tight, right below my bottom. I was wiggling and playfully slapping his back the whole way. But, I was also laughing. I haven't laughed in a while.
"Mulder, don't. I don't want my hair wet," I screamed, like a teenage girl.
"You're going in, Scully. Whether you like it or not, you're going in," he cheered.
And he ran and walked into the deep end, and at that point I could hang on to him, or swim. I knew which option I was going to take. So, I held on to him for dear life, and the water was actually quite warm.
"See, it's not so bad, Scully. And you look adorable with your hair wet," he added, brushing a strand out of my eyes.
"You're just being nice, Mulder. I look like a drowned rat," I shot back. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and was attached to his side.
"Fox, what are you doing over there. I am sure Dana can swim," Diana made a remark. She knew I couldn't touch. She knew I was small. She wasn't though. She walked over to us, and gave me the evil eye.
"Mulder, she's right. I'm going to swim back and dry off," I added. And that was my plan. He could either stay or go. I was curious what he would do.
"OK, I am right behind you, Scully, just give me a moment," he looked into my eyes. The silent communication was enough for me. He was telling me he was going to handle the situation. He knew we had a situation on our hands.
It was warm enough that I didn't need to dry off, and it was time to get some sun on my front. I was wearing my two piece, black bikini. The bottoms were not full coverage, and the top was a halter low cut. It gave me great cleavage. I knew laying on my back would make my body look pretty damn good. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun.
About fifteen minutes later, I felt water droplets on my stomach. "Hey, Scully. Whatchya doing," he smiled, clearly looking me up and down. I wonder how long he'd been checking me out.
"Did I fall asleep again," I asked. I kept doing that. That was a dangerous game.
"I think you were just dozing," Diana walked back to the room. I think she's mad at me.
"Why would she be mad at you," I asked sweetly. I knew exactly why she might be mad at him.
"Apparently, I should have know that it was supposed to be just her and me at the beach today. She's mad I invited you. I guess," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He really was clueless.
"Oh," and that's all I said.
"It's ok. I told her you and I are just partners," he explained. And it almost felt like he was playing a game right back with me.
"Right," I swalllowed hard. "That's true." I was sad. I felt like I had lost the game. I shouldn't have played the game. I broke my own heart. What was I thinking?
"I think you got a few more freckles on your face, Scully," he went to point out, and I swatted his hand away, feeling sad and angry at the same time.
"I think I'll head back to my room," I gave my best smile, packing my bag back up, haphazardly.
He looked genuinely confused. But I didn't really care at this point.
"Did I do something, Scully. If I did, I am sorry," he whined.
"Mulder, if you don't know what you did, than you shouldn't apologize. That's ridiculous."
"If I hurt your feelings, that wasn't my intention. I never want to hurt you, Scully," he sad with a tone that made my heart skip a beat. This man really did care about me. I'd never find another human being that cared about me so much.
"I know, Mulder," I forced a smile. Mulder always had pure intentions with me, unless it was when he was ditching me. Even then, he had his reasons.
As I started to walk away, with my head hanging low, thinking I got what I deserved, I heard him call after me.
"Scully, are we still on for dinner? You wanted to check out that nice little seafood place," he gave me those soulful eyes. The ones that I just cant resist.
"Um," I paused. He looked hopeful, and he really did look sorry. "Yeah, of course," I said very gloomy. I really just wanted to hole up in my hotel room. But, I bought a little black dress and everything, so I might as well put it to use.
"Okay, I made reservations at six. I'll see you in a couple hours," he confirmed.
"I'll be ready," I promised.
He grinned back at me, grabbing his towel and bag. To make matters worse, he walked me back to my hotel room, which was two doors down from his. When we arrived early today, I'd ran to the car for my wallet. Diana took that opportunity to get her room closer to Mulder, knowing there was a connecting door. I wondered if they opened it like we always did. I was torturing myself.
Recently, Mulder and I would ask the front desk for connecting doors when we made reservations. When we got to the room, the first thing we'd do was unlock our doors. At night, we'd, of course, close the door, but leave it unlocked. I felt connected to him, for lack of better word.
After getting into my room, finally, I undressed and immediately got into the shower. I needed to wash off all the sunscreen Mulder had generously applied. I smiled at that. Then I frowned because of what happened today. I couldn't let it bother me, and I was the one who was having dinner with Mulder tonight. So I needed to let it go. I was acting like a teenager, not a capable FBI Agent. What had gotten into me?