Scully's POV
Mulder? Are you coming in for a swim?"
"What? Oh, yeah." He says, wiping his chin.
He tugs his shirt over his head. Whoa! The man has been working out. I am confronted by a superbly muscled torso. Oooh my. Why have I not noticed this before? He's perfect. I wanna run my hands all over him – at leisure. Those abs – mmmm, I wanna eat my lunch off them. And I want him to get those shorts off so I can see what's underneath. He obliges – Mary mother of Jesus. He's wearing speedos. Tight, red speedos that leave very little to the imagination. Luckily, I don't need imagination right now. It's enough that I can see. I'll make it up to my imagination later.
"You wanna put you tongue back in your mouth Scully?"
"Huh?"
"It's kind of flapping in the breeze there."
"Wha?"
"Your tongue –"
"Shut up Mulder. At least I'm not drooling."
End.