The Agents just got done wrapping a case. It was weekend, so they had no where to be the next day. It was a long journey home, to long to do tonight. They were exhausted from the case. So they decided to stay in town another night, at the hotel. When they got back to the hotel, each went to their perspective rooms, and got comfortable for the night.

They had stopped on the way to the hotel to get some beer. Once at the hotel, they got their ice before separating. Scully put her beers into chill for a bit. He did the same. He took his jacket off, and threw it on the small chair, next to the tiny table. Then he undid his tie taking it off. He undid a couple of buttons on his shirt, and sat down on the bed.

The hotel wasn't the best that had been in. In fact it was pretty low on the scale, yet still not the worst. It had a stale oder to it. The walls were paper thin, and the wallpaper was peeling. The bed's creaked badly!

Mulder's ears were pricked! He could hear Scully in the adjoining room. She was getting herself ready for a bath. He could hear her footsteps, and the bath water run. She would hum to herself every so often. Laying her pajamas out, taking her suit off, and folding it. It made him smile, listening to her. In that moment it was soothing to his soul.

Finally, the water stopped, it was time for her to get in. As she got in, he longed for her. He wished he could help her with her bath. He wanted to help her relax, massage her shoulders. He longed to be her bathing partner, helping her soap up those hard to reach areas, and of course washing them off.

As she sunk in enjoying the hot bath, he couldn't help, but be jealous of the tub. His palms sweating, his mind racing, thinking of her. Thinking about the way the water enveloped her small frame. The way tub cradled her as she sunk in, deeper. The way the bubbles from her lavender bubble bath, that she always kept in her to go bag, clung to her body. They way her soapy body slipped down in the tub, because of the slickness of it. Mulder realized he was jealous of a tub!

He tried so hard not to think about her! To no avail. Even turning the TV on didn't help. He could still hear her sigh a bit over it. Again, his mind ran away with itself. What did she think about in the tub? Did she think of him, or did she think of someone else? His breathing got heavier now. Did she pleasure herself? If she did, what got her off? What did she look like doing it?

Once again he tried to get away from his thoughts. He walked to the bathroom and splashed water on his face. Trying really hard not to think of that little redhead in the next room. Once again he failed!

He stood up looking in the mirror with the water dripping down his face grabbing at a towel. Imagining the water dripping down her alabaster skin.

"Oh Shit!" He says with a low audible growl.

The room feels like it's jumped at least 15 degrees. His breath catches. Still looking at himself in the mirror. He realizes he's rock hard!