TITLE: "Skinny-dipping" AUTHOR: Kirsten Kerkhof * kirsten_xf@yahoo.com RATING: Mild R CLASSIFICATION: MSR KEYWORDS: S R H FEEDBACK: Please ... All feedback rewarded with a hug and a Mulder! SPOILERS: Redux II DISCLAIMER: Not mine - but that's no real surprise, is it? They belong to CC, 1013 Productions and Fox. SUMMARY: Moose and Squirrel go skinny-dipping. ARCHIVING: Yeah sure. Just keep my name attached and tell me where it went so I can come and visit, okay? Than-X. NOTE: Inspired by a TV commercial ... Oh well, sometimes we all need a hand. XxXxX I watch her as she leaves the cabin and walks down the path towards the small lake. I hear the dead brown leaves and twigs shatter under her bare feet, the rain beating mercilessly down onto her hair and towel-covered shoulders. She looks ablaze. My mind yearns with the desire to follow her, to be beside her, but instead I stay where I am and will myself to be content with merely watching her. For now. It must be chilly outside, but I don't feel it and I doubt whether she does. Mist curls its translucent claws around her ankles, unable to harm her, instead making her look like a dream vision, an other-worldly creature, shrouded in pure white and floating in the early morning fog which surrounds the world around us. Slowly she lets the towel drop from her shoulders onto the dark forest ground, baring her back to me. Steam rolls off her perfect body and my breath stops dead in my throat. An involuntary thought whispers in my ear: is this mine? Really? Ever since her cancer went into remission almost sixteen months ago, she started to really work out, make her body strong and healthy as though she needed to prove that, even when the illness hadn't vanished entirely yet, she'd beaten the demon inside her head. She'd conquered and won and now she was determined to get on with her life, stronger than ever before. Her efforts have paid off. I cannot but admire her as I see her now, the rain slowly and steadily falling down on her, the droplets clinging onto every bit of her skin, then slowly running in small rivulets down to the ground where they disappear into the ancient soil. Her body is so strong and healthy, but still so feminine ... I let my gaze follow her spine, taking in her curves as I finally leave the cabin, allowing myself, at last, to come closer to her. Slowly I let my eyes drop from her hairline, her bare neck now that she has her hair in a simple pony tail, and then across her strong shoulders. She has the most perfect set of shoulder blades I have ever seen -- and I tend to notice such things in women. Connected to these shoulders are slender arms, ending in the most amazing hands I know. Her hands, so small and light, have every bit of magic to heal me, soothe me, punish me, bring me back from the horrible clutches of Death itself, with nothing but a touch. My eyes go back to her shoulders. I've almost reached her, but slow down my pace for I'm not done looking at her. I trace her spine with my look, reaching her trim waist. Her waist is absolutely perfect, narrow but not too narrow and quickly giving way to the lush flare of her hips. The swell of her hips then flows into her legs which taper down and end in slim ankles and these amazingly small feet. A twig breaks under my feet and she looks around. Her gaze is calm and welcoming and I smile at her. My towel is wrapped securely around me and I open it to envelop her in my embrace, covering us both with the luxurious warmth and softness of the terry cloth. Good God, this is such an amazing feeling, I just can't get over it ... When, oh when did I ever perform this magically good deed that eventually brought this woman to me? I've been searching my mind for nearly seven years now and I just can't find it, but it must be there, mustn't it? A guy doesn't get to be so incredibly fortunate if he didn't deserve it, does he? "You know, we still need to cool down," I whisper in her ear and look at the dark lake in front of us. The world is a palette of grey-ish colours, icy and wintery, and the water looks freezing and black, but I'm hot and it might make a nice dip. It's been an awfully long time since I went skinny-dipping for the last time. It wouldn't be such a bad idea to re-introduce the pastime into my life with this woman ... "The water looks awfully cold," she says, but it doesn't sound like a refusal. "Come on, Scully," I whisper, my voice laced with a leery lilt I haven't heard often. "Wanna go skinny-dipping with me?" "Skinny-dipping? Are we still that young?" she smiles. "On the other hand, are we that old already?" I retort and she sighs a bit. "Tease ..." I chuckle and bend down to press a soft kiss in her neck. "You're so beautiful it sometimes scares the hell out of me ... ," I say softly and it isn't even that far removed from the truth. She giggles softly and then it blooms into clear laughter. It's catching and I can't help laughing with her. "You know, that's what I love you so much for," she smiles, "these unexpected weird twists of thought you have." It's by no means one of the most subtle and tactful replies she's ever made, but to me it's the perfect compliment. "Come on, Scully," I say, but truth be told, the water really does looks icy and I'm not that warm any longer and maybe this whole skinny- dipping idea wasn't such a brilliant idea after all. Not if we don't want to end up with scorching cases of pneumonia. Of course, she has a solution: "Why don't we run down to the lake, have a quick dip and then make a dash for the bath in the cabin?" She turns her head so I can look at her. Her eyes are on fire. "The water's hot inside ..." Baby, you make _me_ hot inside, I idly wonder, but it's not necessary to say this aloud. She knows. God, she knows ... I let the towel fall from our shoulders and we walk towards the lake, hand in hand like first-time lovers. When we reach the edge of the water she hesitates, then carefully tries the temperature with her toes and quickly jerks her feet back. "I was right, this water _is_ freezing!" she says and I can't help snickering. She hears it. "Oh, all right, manly man. Go ahead and try it if you think you're so much braver!" Trapped. Cornered. My ego hates me. But I really really don't want to go into that water anymore. So, what am I to do now? How can I prove myself to her and not look like the world's greatest coward? Then I realise I don't have to. What do I have to prove myself to her for? She knows me better than to judge me on this, I can refuse this and we'll still be where we are now. After all, I never promised I'd go in and, frankly, I don't really feel like catching a cold. And that's exactly what we'll come down with if we stay out here for much longer, wet and sweaty and with the temperatures low enough to freeze the edges of the lake. "You're right," I confess in mock- embarrassment and bow my head, "I'm not a manly man. I'm a coward." I can see in her face how hard it is for her not to laugh out loud and she's unable to keep a stern face for very long before a wide smile splits her face. "Come," she says, taking my hand, "let's go skinny-dipping in the tub!" I let out a breath in relief. That sounds so much better ... We turn around and follow the path back to the cabin, picking up the towels from the places where we dropped them earlier on. Visions of steaming foamy water and soft bed covers swim before my eyes and I smile. I must've done something awfully good. Just what was it? XxXxX "Tell me, when you were in college, did you go skinny-dipping?" "Mmm?" I wasn't paying attention and I didn't quite get her question. "When you were in college, did you go skinny-dipping? Or was that something you didn't do in Oxford?" she repeats her question. She's sitting in the vee of my legs, leaning against me as I sit with my back against the head board. She's busy putting a slice of Camembert onto a square of toast. She handles the knife with deadly precision and for a second it unnerves me. She may be a doctor, but that still doesn't mean she should be this cruel on the state of my nerves. "Hello? Earth to Mulder? Did you hear my question?" she says and I'm back. "Oh, erm, no, we didn't do a lot of that in England," I answer. "Actually, I haven't been skinny-dipping since highschool." "How sad," she murmurs and turns in my arms and offers me the toast. I open my mouth and bite off one half of the toast and cheese. She then eats the other half. This is such intimate sharing to me all of a sudden that I'm seriously moved by it. How can that be? I must be showing this emotion for she smiles that wonderful open loving smile she shows to nobody but me and I find it hard to swallow the bite. She touches her hand to my brow and rubs her thumb over my hairline, studying my face with her gentle eyes. I have so often felt her hand on my forehead, but that had always been for purely medical reasons. Right now this touch is out of nothing but love and affection. Still, I can't help joking a bit. "Checking my temperature, doctor Scully?" I quip mildly and she smiles. She places the back of her hand on my forehead and pretends to think. "I don't think you have a fever, no," she says, "although ..." I look at her and see how her look heats up considerably. More must be coming, but I force myself to be patient. "... although you are ... hot ...", she whispers and indeed rays of heat shoot through me, coiling around in my veins. But I know that now of all times I need to keep my cool. I cannot afford to disappoint her now. "I presume this ailment can be cured, doctor?" I whisper. The approving look in her eyes is enough of a compliment and reward to me. She leans in and, with her lips almost touching mine, she whispers: "I personally guarantee it ..." I smile at her and put the plate with the remaining bits of toast and cheese away. Then, with all the objects that could in any way hinder our intentions out of the way, I lie down on the bed, gently pulling her on top of me. "Then heal me, doctor." XxXxX I wake up alone, but before doubts and worries can rear up their ugly heads, my nostrils are caressed by the perfect early-morning scent: sex, Scully, and coffee. Like a mindless creature I willingly follow my nose to seek out the source of this heavenly smell. Unerringly I find my way to the small kitchen where I find her making breakfast. I must be reminding her of a sleepwalker as I wrap my arms around her waist, cursing the robe she's wearing, and bury my nose in her neck, taking a deep breath of the best perfume I know. If I could just bottle this heady mixture of Scully and sex, I'd spray it round my apartment to help me through those brief moments she's not there to provide me with it herself. Or bring it onto the market and make a fortune. "Following one of your more basic instincts, lover?" she whispers, smiling widely, as I nuzzle her neck. I chuckle. "Mm-mm," I answer, kissing her neck. "Care for some coffee?" I nod. "Mm-mm," I repeat, still keeping my face hidden in her neck. She giggles. Don't wake me up now, I think. I can't imagine what must be going through her mind right now. It certainly can't be the idea that the man who's currently keeping his nose firmly to a particularly good spot just under her left ear is the same man known to be the FBI's former wonderboy and smartest profiler in the Bureau's history. Right now I'm displaying as much sense and sophistication as your run of the mill horny chimpanzee ... "Not very verbal this morning, are you?" she smiles, turning in my arms and looking at me. Tigress ... "Mm-mm," I say, shaking my head no. "Gotta change that then ...," she mutters and presses her body flush with mine. I feel the temperature rise with ten degrees at a time. I can think of nothing but to have her here in the kitchen and prove that, on occasion, I can be very verbal indeed, but just before our lips meet, the smell of coffee attacks my senses. And what seemed like a heavenly odour just minutes ago is now a veritable weapon of torture. I groan involuntarily and she snickers, knowing very well what must be going around in my mind. Yes, that woman of mine can be pretty psychic for a sceptic ... "Coffee?" she asks innocently and I sigh. "You're enjoying this way too much, you know," I complain, but she just laughs. "Maybe. But I had to divert your attention. You see, I still want to go skinny-dipping with you." I frown a little. "But ... it's still freezing, Scully, don't you think that would be a little foolish?" She smiles and shakes her head. "Don't we have ways to combat that little problem?" I smile and accept the coffee. Yes, we do. XxXxX I slip out of the tiny cabin into the freezing outside world. I never believed it, but after spending fifteen minutes in such a superhot environment you really do feel relieved by the stinging cold of a wintery Wisconsin. Flakes of snow slowly fall onto the ground and onto my naked body, but I hardly feel them. I've become immune to the cold, at least for a little while. I can feel her eyes on me, watching me as I watched her yesterday morning. I thought, and still do, that she was the most divine person ever to have walked this planet. Does she think along the same lines when she's watching me? She too betrays her presence by her carelessness as leaves crack under her bare feet. I look around and smile. "Hey, gorgeous," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my waist and sharing her heat with me. "Care to go skinny-dipping?" I smile widely. This time I'm not going to allow us to lose this chance. FINIS (C) Kirsten Kerkhof The Netherlands, 18-2-2000