Truth (4/12)         
by Fallon

Category: Post-The Truth/Pre-IWTB
Summary: Fluff and smut in a Mexico beach. :)


Chapter 4

It took Mulder almost a week to recover from the bad water
incident. But, if anything, it taught him the lesson to always use
bottled water for everything while living in Mexico.

"How long are we going to be here, Mulder?" Scully asked,
popping open a bag of corn chips for them to eat with tuna
salad sandwiches. She tried not to think about how much fat
was in the mayo. She knew she had gained a little weight after
she had William, but Mulder had lost quite a bit from the
illness, and he could probably use the calories.

He shrugged. "I don't know. Probably just as long as we need
to." He took a bite out of his sandwich, chewing rather
thoughtfully.

Her eyebrow arched. "Which is exactly how long?"

"Probably another week or so."

"Where are we going after that? Do we have a plan?" She
crunched a chip between her front teeth.

"Our plan is to not stay in one place for more than a number of
days so we won't be caught and me executed."

She sighed, not really able to disagree with him any more than
that. "Well, then, what are our plans for *today*?"

"How about we go to the beach?"

"The beach?"

"Yep."

"You have got to be kidding me..."

"Surely I do not jest. Let's get our suits."

She knew better than to argue with him, especially since he
only wanted to go to the beach to make her happy. So, she
patted over to the closet of their hotel room and got out her
signature blue bikini. She also grabbed Mulder's classic red
speedo, figuring it would fit him again after the weight loss.

They drove about four miles to the next beach, and Scully
could relish in the feel of the sand below her feet as she walked
barefoot, carrying a pair of flip flops in her hand. She had a
sarong wrapped around her waist.

Mulder was already backpedaling in the water, and she ran to
catch up with him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the
water somewhat roughly, but still made sure to grip her waist
tightly so she would not fall.

The water came up to her chest, but only reached Mulder's
midsection. She began to splash around freely, letting out a
girlish chuckle when her partner tossed a fistful of water at her.

It was fun for them to let go, in fact, so much fun that before
they knew it, the sun had started to go down.

"I think it's time we get to changing and heading home," Scully
said.

"Yeah, I think so, too," he said, taking her hand and leading her
out of the water and over to one of the little changing huts.

When they went inside, it smelled like sea water, but there
were two stalls similar to the ones at shopping malls.

She was just about to turn in to her own stall, when Mulder
grabbed her and pulled her into him, letting his mouth crash
down onto hers. His tongue pummled the inside of her mouth
roughly and she let out a gasp. "Oh God," she mumbled,
returning the kiss. He untied the bikini top from behind her
neck, letting it fall to her waist, and exposing her breasts to
him.

He kneaded at her nipples with his hands, taking time to kiss
his way down her neck. She could feel a pool of wetness in her
bikini bottoms that had nothing to do with being at the beach.

"Please," she said. He pulled his bottoms down as she pulled
the fabric of hers to the side. Then, she wrapped her legs
around his waist, her back up against the door of the stall, and
he slid into her in one quick motion that had her panting. She
dug her fingernails into his back, then gripped him by the ass,
pulling him deeper inside her.

They fell into a rhythm of quick, even thrusts, and with each
one, his pubic bone rubbed her clit just the right way, bringing
her to climax. He thrusted a few more times then emptied
himself inside of her.

Both of them struggled for breath, and he slipped out of her,
turning to change back into his jeans and T-Shirt. She did the
same, noting that they would both need a shower when they got
home.

After they pulled themselves together, they walked out of the
stall. Noticing in the mirror that her face was flushed, Scully
pulled out her compact, brushing some pale powder over her
cheeks.

They got their bags and returned to the car, stopping at a
Burger King to get cheeseburgers and Diet Cokes. Mulder
made sure to ask the girl at the counter to verify that the
products were shipped from the U.S. She seemed annoyed but
said yes. After they were done eating and making small talk
while leaned against the hood of Scully's car in the parking lot,
they got in and drove home.

Always the doctor in fear of the effects of seemingly harmless
things like saltwater, Scully went straight to the bathroom,
peeling off her sticky tank and shorts, and climbing into the
shower.

"Are you going to join me?" she asked.

"Oh," he said, going after her and dropping his clothes into the
pile.

He washed himself quickly, then began to wash Scully with a
loofa mitt. He went over her whole body, saving his favorite
part for last. He took off the mitt and soaped up his hands,
running them along her folds until he found her clit.

She arched up her lower back to meet the friction from the tips
of his fingers, and soon she could feel the waves of pleasure
washing over her. They rinsed off, dressed for bed, then fell
victim to the demons of slumber at only ten o'clock, spent and
exhausted from their day at the beach.

As they lay there, recovering from one of the happiest days
they've had in awhile, they tried desperately not to thing about
the loss of their son--or the trouble ahead.