The Bathing Suit

Tag to the episode "Off to Florida." Just a quick, silly thing that popped into my head watching the first few minutes of that ep. Episode quotes in italics.

Un-beta'd, so all errors are mine.

"Hey, look, Ricky. Mommy bought you a bathing suit." Ricky held up the bit of material.

"That's mine," Lucy corrected him.

"Yours?!"

"Relax. It stretches when it's on," Lucy said.

Ricky huffed. "See that it does."

Fred and Ethel had decided to take Little Ricky for the day, and Ricky had a publicity shoot scheduled. Lucy was left with a rare commodity—time alone. She decided to relax by the pool. Smiling, she pulled the swimsuit Ricky had protested from her suitcase. She pulled it on and examined her reflection in the mirror. She'd do, she decided. The suit "stretched" rather nicely indeed. She grabbed a hat and sunglasses and headed for the pool.

She settled into a lounge chair with a magazine. She had been reading for a while when a figure dropped into the chair next to her. She looked up.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes smiled warmly. "Hello. Lovely weather, isn't it?"

"Mm, yes," Lucy agreed, setting aside her magazine. "Certainly beats the weather I'd be seeing in New York right now."

"Ah, you're from New York," the man said. "I'm from Boston myself. Weather's not any better there."

"No, I'd say not. Are you here on business?"

"No, strictly pleasure." He smiled again, eying her appreciatively.

Lucy stiffened. "I see. Well, I'm here on a vacation of sorts as well. My husband is getting some work done though."

The man's face fell slightly at the word husband, but he was only momentarily deterred. "Well, a lovely woman like you shouldn't be left to fend for herself regardless of her husband's business affairs."

"How 'bout you let me mind my affairs, business or otherwise, and you stay away from my wife?" an accented voice growled over the man's shoulder.

Lucy's startled eyes flew upward, and the man shot up off the lounge. He started stammering at the sight of Ricky. "Oh, sure, I didn't mean any harm; we were just chatting," the man said, backing away.

Ricky rolled his eyes and took the now-vacant seat next to Lucy. "I can't leave you alone for a second," he grumbled.

"Oh, I would have gotten rid of him in another minute or so," Lucy said.

"That's a minute too long for him to be oglin' you," Ricky insisted. "I tol' you that suit wouldn't stretch enough!"

Lucy huffed. "It's a perfectly nice suit, Ricky! And I bought it for you! I can't believe you don't like it."

Ricky's lowered his voice to a low, intimate tone. "Never said I din't like it. Just din't like him liking it. Now, I think we have some time before the Mertzes get back with Little Ricky. Why dun't you come back to the room, and I'll show you just much I like that suit...off."

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A/N: Yes, I'm sorry for ending it here, GeneaLady! Happy belated birthday anyway!