A/N: This was another suggested idea...forgive me, it is a bit fluffy but what can ya do...

X Files doesn't belong to me.

"Scully," Mulder pointed to a pair of twin doors that led to a swimming pool. "This hotel has a pool." They had just arrived in a hotel in Maine, and it was one of the nicer ones they had stayed at. The sun was beginning to set; they had spent all day on their case and they still had a few days of work ahead of them.

"That's very nice," she replied absentmindedly.

"Wanna go swimming?" he asked as they stepped in the elevator. She raised an eyebrow.

"Not particularly, do you?"

"Yeah, sounds fun."

"Mulder, I doubt you brought any sort of swimwear," she responded,

"I didn't but I saw they had some in the gift shop. Please, Scully? Go swimming with me?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, Mulder."

"Fine, I'll find some other pretty girl to go with then." he retorted.

"If you think I'd be jealous, you're thinking wrong."

Mulder smirked. "I can name a few times you were jealous of other women I've associated with. Bambi, Phoebe..."

"That wasn't jealousy," she lied. "That was annoyance because of wasted time spent fawning over a female."

"A female that wasn't you," he teased as they strolled down the hall to their rooms.

"I don't...Mulder, I'm not that shallow." she stopped and crossed her arms, staring at him defiantly. "I just don't like wasting time, especially on things that aren't important. That's all."

"That's all," he repeated, that annoying smug smirk still on his lips. "I'm still going swimming."

To his delight, she followed him to the gift shop to buy some swimming trunks. "Scully, look, they have suits for women, too..." The suits they had consisted of skimpy string bikinis that cost too much and boring one pieces that also cost too much.

"I don't swim, Mulder."

"You're no fun."

A white swimsuit caught her eye as he went to the cashier to buy his swim shorts. What the hell, she thought and walked up to the cashier herself. "Hey, what's this?" Mulder asked.

"I...I didn't own any swimsuits and I thought I'd buy one."

"Well, now you're obligated to go swimming with me, aren't you?"

She just glared and paid for her suit, walking off to the pool herself. He smiled and followed her lead.

Scully dipped her toe into the cool pool water. No one else was there besides her and her partner, who had already jumped in and was swimming around. "C'mon, Scully," he called, his voice echoing. She sat down on the floor and submersed her legs in the water, not wanting to go in.

She didn't know how to swim. She had jumped in a few lakes with her brother when she was a child, but she always scrambled out, shivering and cackling. The pool water went up to six feet and five inches; she was barely over five feet, and Mulder was floating along with ease, still calling for her to come on in. She could see him studying her in the swimsuit, but she'd been letting her eyes explore his bare chest from afar, so she can't really talk.

"Scully, why don't you just jump in? It's not even cold!"

"Mulder...I can't swim."

He looked surprised. "Really? You're kidding!"

"I just never learned."

"Well, it's not that hard. Come in, I'll teach you." He seized her legs and pulled her into the pool. She screamed, but he kept her in his arms, not fully submerging her in the water. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him, trembling. He was chuckling against her hair, holding her close.

"It's cold!" she whined as he began to loosen his grip on her. Her legs kicked wildly and she held onto him tighter in defiance. "And too deep!"

"Scully, it's five foot five. I'm going to let go, you just tread water." he slowly let go and she did what he instructed her to do, feeling like a little kid. She started giggling just from the sheer silliness of it all.

"I'm a middle-aged woman and I don't know how to swim," she said, treading to a shallower spot. "Isn't that dumb?"

"Lots of people don't know how to swim," he replied. "You're doing just fine. Come into the deep end." She hesitantly swam up to nearly the six foot mark, which she quickly regretted. She hung on to the side of the pool and refused to budge.

"This was a bad idea," she grumbled. Mulder scooped her up in his arms again and grinned.

"Hmm, I like this," he declared. "Now, Scully, riddle me this. If, say, I met a great woman and I was teaching her to swim in this very pool, would you consider it a waste of time? Is this a waste of time?"

"Mulder..." she sighed. "All I'm saying is that fawning over women that don't help us any..."

"But what if I'm fawning over you?"

"Are you saying I don't help you?"

"No, no, Scully, you help me more than you'll ever know. But the time I spend fawning over you, that's not a waste of time, is it?'

"Well, if it was on the job...do you fawn over me?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

"No," she replied simply, still waiting for Mulder's answer.

He brushed a few stray pieces of hair away from her face. "In the end, Scully, you know I only have eyes for you." She blushed and looked away.

A large family with four children barged into the pool and the two sons immediately jumped in, splashing water. "Oh, get a damn room!" the mother yelled at Mulder and Scully. They were confused at first, but then she realized how comprising the situation looked with her legs around his waist and her holding her in his arms. She scrambled out of his grip and paddled away, looking frazzled.

"You should know better than to sex your husband in public pools," the mother continued as she got out of the pool.

"We weren't 'sexing'," the redhead replied calmly. "Frankly, I think you should mind your business."

"Keep it away from my children," the woman spat in return, then turned away. Scully wasn't sure what exactly 'it' was, but she wasn't going to ask.

They made their way to the elevator, chuckling about what happened. "What exactly did that lady say to you?" Mulder asked.

"That I should know better than to 'sex my husband' in public pools," she shook her head. "To keep it away from her kids."

"Pool sex doesn't even sound fun," he contemplated, and she was glad they were the only ones in that elevator. "Shower sex, though..."

"Oh my God, Mulder, are you twelve?" she asked as the elevator dinged and they walked to their rooms.

"What? Doesn't it sound exhilarating?"

"Hush," she replied, opening the door to her room. "Get some rest, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Hey, can I actually teach you to swim tomorrow?" he said through the door.

"Don't push it." she replied. "Go to bed."

"No shower sex, either?"

"Jesus Christ, Mulder!"

A/N: This turned out a lot weirder than I anticipated, definitely not the best but I'm still getting back into writing after my brief block and that's really hard for me for some reason...let me know if you have any ideas.

-Lulamae