From spooky42@juno.com Tue Mar 25 23:35:22 1997 Subject: *NEW* CHALLENGE: "Rubber 'n Latex" (1/1) From: spooky42@juno.com -------- ========================= "Rubber 'n Latex" (part 1/1) written by GreenFish post date: 25th March 1997 ========================= INTRO: Usually, I hate challenges, but I couldn't resist this one: Mulder and Scully going scuba-diving... and this can be classified in one of those "alternate universe" folders all of you are saving for that special pile of fanfic... jeez, I can't believe I'm answering this one... It's a little bit different than the challenge that Sweet Almond suggested-- well, they're just not on a case... that's the difference. ========================== DISCLAIM: Mulder and Scully aren't mine... but the wetsuits are. I just need to cherish them for a little while. "...Mulder wore this suit..." RATING: PG-13 (but only for what's suggested, somewhat-- I want to be on the safe side, here) SPOILER/CONTENT WARNING: No spoilers... for once... but I have to warn all you people who hate the idea of Mulder and Scully being even *remotely* physically attracted to one another, to back out NOW. I am not saying that it's actually going to happen on the series (let me make this clear) ... but a girl can dream, can't she? ARCHIVE: S; R SUMMARY: Mulder and Scully go on cruise, and decide to try out scuba-diving for fun... ========================== "Rubber 'n Latex" (1/1) Fox Mulder never imagined the day he would actually get to see his partner in a bathing suit. A two-piece, no less! As he leaned back on one of the many lounge chairs that lined the deck of the ocean cruiser, Mulder let out a sigh. With a pair of sunglasses to shield his eyes with, and only his new swimming trunks to get in the way of gathering a *really* nice tan, he felt like-- no, he knew-- he was in heaven. "Mulder," a voice said to him, breaking him out of his dreaming state. Usually that voice could excite him on even the gloomiest of cases... but she had that tone to her. Mulder thought quickly. He had locked the door to their adjoined cabin... he had taken his clothes out of the bathroom like she had ordered-- He had left hair on Scully's razor... which he had needed to borrow because his had mysteriously disappeared somewhere along the way... he thought. "I didn't mean to use your razor, Scully!" he blurted out. "I lost mine, and I really needed a shave this morning..." His voice trailed off as he realized that wasn't why she had caught his attention. "Really?" she said, raising one eyebrow in that way that only she could disarm him with. Mulder swallowed a heavy ball of saliva. "Uh..." She sighed. "Never mind. I'll buy another one later. C'mon... we have to go down to the 5th deck, Mulder." "Why?" he asked. Scully's face lit up with a smile he rarely saw her grace her face with. "They're offering scuba diving. C'mon... it'll be great." "I've scuba-dived before, Scully..." Mulder protested as she pulled him along. "Great," she replied, not noticing Mulder's staring. "It'll make this all the more fun." He didn't bother to mention that the last time he had tried scuba- diving, he had almost drowned as his air tank was yanked right off his back. But that wasn't going to stop him from scuba diving... was it? He swallowed again, and kept trying to imagine Scully and what she might look like in a wet suit. He smiled to himself. Judging from the way she filled out her bathing suit, he didn't have any doubts in his mind that she would fit right into the 'rubber 'n latex' look that the wetsuit would provide. He found himself grinning, when Scully turned around to look at him. "What?" she asked. He shook his head. "Sorry... I just haven't been diving for so long... you know--" "Yeah," Scully said, smiling back in response, and completely oblivious. Mulder sighed inwardly in relief. "I think this'll be a blast," she continued. "Yep," he said. ***** "You know," Scully whispered to her partner, "when AD Skinner ordered that we take this vacation, I was skeptical... but I think this is really going to be a lot of fun." "Hmm?" Mulder asked, once again snapped out of a trance. "Oh-- yeah... me too." Scully squinted at Mulder, studying his face. "Are you okay?" she asked. "You seem to be a little... out of it." "I'm fine," Mulder said, trying to pay attention to what their scuba instructor was saying. "...the masks have to remain over your head at all times, because the pressure that you're experiencing when you're twenty, or fifty feet below the surface can kill you without the stabilizing pressure to balance it..." "You just know how to pick the activities, Scully," Mulder whispered back to his partner. Scully shrugged with a small smile. "Only the best for you, Mulder," she replied back in a hushed tone. "Are there any other questions?" they heard the instructor ask. When no one replied-- it seemed as though most of the people had already been scuba-diving before-- he then began to hand out the equipment. "Make sure you find a wetsuit that's going to fit you... you want it to be snug, but not binding--" "What size do you need, Scully?" "Uhm..." Scully thought for a moment. "Is it in unisex sizes?" "I don't know," Mulder said, studying some of the wetsuits in the pile, that had their sizes sprayed on in bright yellow paint on the back of them. "Should I look for a children's size?" Scully smacked him on the arm. "Thanks, Mulder, but I think I'll find my own," she said, and began to rummage through the pile. Another ten minutes later, and they were both outfitted in wetsuits. Mulder had been right, he noted with a bit of pleasure-- Scully really *did* fill out that wetsuit well. Clearing his throat, he reached for the mask, to put it over his head. "Ready to enter... the zone, Scully?" Scully wasn't sure how to take that little joke, but she smiled at him anyway. Anything to humor her poor partner sometimes. "Sure thing, Mulder." Taking a gulp of breath, she slipped the mask over her head. The goggles were a bit fogged up from her breathing too near them, combined with the condensation already on them. She wiped them clean, looking at Mulder. He looked hilarious with the mask pulled over his face, and the way that the goggles completely squashed up his rather obtuse nose. She forced herself not to laugh at him. Besides-- she thought, glancing down to take a more full body view. He really didn't do all that bad with the black rubber wrapped around his body. It certainly did things to accentuate-- particular, graces he had been granted by nature. His arms, and that washboard stomach that Scully had known Mulder had, but rarely saw-- were nicely accented in the fitting material. She resisted the great urge to rub up and down his stomach, just to feel it. "C'mon, Scully," Mulder said, pulling his partner by the arm. "He said that we could get into the water any time, now." Scully nodded, and slipping the breathing piece into her mouth, followed Mulder to the edge of the deck. ***** They had been exploring the underwater world for about fifteen to twenty minutes, Scully supposed... one could really get lost under there, she thought, when she saw Mulder motion to her from across the reef that they were exploring. The clarity of sight underwater there was amazing, she thought. Especially considering how deep they were. She swam over, in love with the way that the flippers on her feet pushed her through the water like a graceful fish, or dolphin. She made it to him a few seconds later. Scully watched as Mulder tried to say something, and then realized how impossible it was with the mouthpiece on. They could have splurged, and gone for the suits in which they could have talked through, but neither had seen the point of such an expense or a luxury. It was quite clear now what a help that might have been. Scully thought. She hadn't played charades in a while, anyhow. She held her arms up emphatically to signify a statement to the effect of, "And *why* did I come over here?" Mulder pointed to something that Scully couldn't see. He started flailing around with his arms, pointing to a hole in the reef, and then making a diving motion with his hands. After this, he pointed to himself, and then, wrapping his hands around himself, motioning what appeared to be-- a stuck motion--? she wondered. She didn't even have to make a motion for him to understand that she was confused. Even through her goggles, he could see it in her eyes. Tilting his head to one side-- almost as if signifying a sigh-- he pointed to himself, again, and then, stuck one foot in the hole. Holding it there, he grabbed the leg with both hands, and pantomimed as if he were trying to pull it out. Scully nodded. She was beginning to understand. He then motioned his hand up and down his body, and pulled his arms apart, making a 'tall' gesticulation. After this, he gestured to his partner, and then stuck his index finger and thumb together, pulling them apart only slightly, and nodding to her again, he pointed to the hole. Although slightly insulted by the way that Mulder had to portray her size-- which she responded to with a look-- Scully brought both hands to her chest, as if to ask, 'me?' Mulder nodded. He pointed to her goggles-- her eyes-- made a swooping motion out of his mouth, pointed to her and then patted himself on the chest. Scully thought about this. He wanted her to go down there... because he was too big for the hole, look at what was down there, and then tell her about it...? Scully attempted to go back over what Mulder had said by re-playing out all the gestures he had made. Mulder nodded, excited. He swam over to where Scully was swimming in place. Placing himself in front of her, he offered out his arms experimentally, lightly touching her waist. When he saw Scully furrow her eyebrows at him, Mulder explained by grabbing his leg, and faking the "stuck" motion again. She nodded, just barely, in confirmation, but couldn't help but gasp as Mulder took a hold of her waist. Just the feel of his bare hands, and the way that he could manipulate that rubber that came between her and her skin-- ignoring the bathing suit underneath, of course... that provided as much protection as a pair of skimpy underwear would... Suddenly, he whirled her around, grabbing her hips firmly. She couldn't help the rush of warmth that ran underneath her wetsuit, and up her body. It was a good thing she was turned around, and couldn't see the blush that had come up into her cheeks. She felt his thumbs on her back, and suddenly-- without warning-- Scully felt part of his thigh against her buttock. She tried not to grit her teeth. That was when she sensed him to her side... and she turned to look at Mulder. He made an "OK" sign, and then motioned slowly, "1... 2... 3..." with his fingers. Shaking his head, and leveling his hand to shake it also, she watched as he recreated the "1..2..3.." motion, with less time in-between the numbers. He shook his head again, and then did the thing with his hand again that he did originally, nodding, as if to ask, "Do you understand?" He raised his eyebrows at her. Scully was pretty sure he was trying to explain that he was going to go very slowly. But the contact between them was seriously muddling her thoughts. It felt like there was a helluva less material between them than there really was. She finally managed a nod, and then swallowed as Mulder bent down to grab her by the ankles. He twisted his body around her again-- how the hell did he do that? she wondered-- and looked at her with raised eyebrows. he asked with his expression. Scully nodded in confirmation. With that, he lifted her up slowly, and began to turn her body downward so that she would enter the hole head-first. God, Fox Mulder thought, it was absolutely amazing watching his partner's body move fluidly through the water. He was disappointed that he wasn't able to see what her beautiful red hair would look like flowing freely underwater like that... Swallowing down a lump, he lowered her further into the hole, feeling goosebumps come up his arms at the feel of just her legs moving between his arms. He forced himself to hold onto her, and let go off the thoughts that were running rampant-- especially through his wetsuit. he reminded himself, and forced his thoughts on other things. Mulder had distracted himself *so* well, in fact, that it took him a few moments before he felt the kicking that Scully was giving his chest with her flippers. He pulled her up, holding onto each part as he did so. When he got to her bottom, he tried not to grasp on very long, but simply the extra mass concentrated in that area constituted that his hands were going to remain there longer than anywhere else, because it was harder for him to pull up to the next part. By the time he had grabbed her waist, and had her level again, and staring at him, Scully's blood was pumping wildly through her veins. Disregarding any natural laws of gravity and mass... Scully thought. She pondered how that had affected her. She didn't need to ponder, really... she had a feeling that it was clearly reflected in her eyes. And now she was staring right at her partner, who could read those feelings like an open book. As if this realization hit them both at the same time, the two simultaneously averted each other's gaze, and Mulder's hands dropped from Scully's waist. Not expecting the loss of support, Scully began to drop several feet, before she remembered to begin paddling her feet again. Even so, Mulder reached down to take a hold onto her. Putting one arm around her waist, he pulled her along like this until they reached the group. As his arm slowly slid off of her suit, he swiveled around to look at her, concerned. She looked back with a reassuring smile, and nod. Mulder nodded back, and they headed up to the surface with the rest of the group. ****THE END**** ============================= Okay, this wasn't as MSR'ish as I expected it to be, but what can you do when you have goggles, and breathing masks on?? I know, I know... "You'd be surprised," right? Well, write your own story! 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