Mulder had just thoroughly soaped every part of Scully's body. He thought that he really enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on his breasts. 'Now, there's a thought I never imagined myself thinking.' As the ran his fingers through Scully's hair, he thought about other things he could do in the shower. After all, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Scully, as a scientist, surely couldn't be opposed to solving one of the most mysterious question of mankind: How exactly does the other sex experience, well, sex? He could do some preliminary testing in the shower. Purely in the interest of science, of course. And if Scully was opposed to the idea, well she never needed to know what he had been ... A load bang on the bathroom door interrupted his reverie and made him jump a little, as if he had been caught doing something bad.
"Mulder, I think that's about enough time you spent with my naked body. Get out here where I can see you!"
"Coming."
Scully felt a little like a hypocrite, telling Mulder off for something she wasn't even quite sure he had been thinking ('Well if not, this would once and for all solve the question whether he thinks I'm even remotely attracktive' she thought gloomily), while she had been sitting out here having an erection. She had managed to get rid of the thing, at least partly, by thinking about the most unsexy things she could come up with. Autopsies. Aliens. Frohike. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. Then she realized that if they didn't find a way to reverse this, she would also have to take a shower in Mulder's body sooner or later. She thought about how she would run her hands over his chest and abs and ... this time she didn't even have to look down to know that she hadn't killed the erection quite as successfully as she had thought. In fact, she was quite certain it had now advanced to what you might call a full-blown hard-on. 'Goddamnit. How do men walk around with these things all day, anyway? There should be a damned off-switch attached somewhere.' She briefly thought about using a bucket of cold water, but sitting in the living room with a wet crotch might have looked a bit suspicious.
Mulder came out of the bathroom, still rubbing a towel through his wet hair. He realized that he had, as a creature of habit, only tied the other towel around his waist. 'Well, its not as if Scully hasn't seen her breasts before.', he thought. He saw Scully sitting on his sofa, a sullen expression on her face and one of his pillows in her lap. When he met her eyes he also thought he saw a hint of something else, as if she was hiding something from him. He had always been good at reading people and as he looked at her, she started blushing and looked away.
"Scully? Is everything all right?"
'Dear God, please let him not find out about this. This one time blind his strange sixth sense for people.' "Yeah. I was just worrying that we might be stuck like this forever." She cautiously looked up at him to see if he had bought the lie. Well, actually it wasn't even a lie. She was worrying that they might be stuck like this forever. There were just some other things she was more worried about at the moment. Like how this could turn into the most embarrassing moment of her life, a nightmare of which Mulder was sure to remind her at every opportunity. He sat down next to her and took her hand. Scully still couldn't get over how weird it was to look into her own eyes.
"Scully, I'm sure we'll find a way to reverse this. We always find a way."
Scully felt a little relieved. She told herself that this was not the end of the world. Surely, worse things had happened to them before. She just couldn't name one right now. Mulder, meanwhile, was waiting for the right moment to snatch that pillow away.