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Enjoy The Silence ch.3

The water was cold, but it never really stopped him. When he came back, shivering slightly but smiling, Scully was rubbing sunscreen over her legs. She kept the straw hat on, and cerulean blue of her bikini set off her perfect skin, she was as beautiful outside as she was within.

She saw him coming, a small towel he left behind in her hand. Mulder wiped his fece, leaving it to the sun to handle the rest, she however had a small amendment to that plan.

As a pale redhead the sun wasn’t always her friend. Over the years a dusting of harmless freckles peppered her skin and she learned how to protect herself and others.

With one crook of her finger Mulder was sitting back up, a curious look in his eye. He loved her face, free of makeup and skeptical stare, he’d come to her just to see her so sweet and unguarded again. She didn’t just want to look at him though, before he knew a small drop of sunscreen touched the tip of his nose.

She couldn’t help but laugh when he puled back, a little startled. The look on his face as he focused on her hand hanging mid-air, a bit of white goo still on her finger, was priceless. No one wanted to see skin peeling from that nose she loved, so mismatched yet so right.

He relaxed and leaned in, a shy smile in his eyes, letting her rub the cream over his nose and cheekbones, trying not to laugh at her slightly crossed eyes. Was it really so long since someone cared for him like that? Has anyone ever? Maybe his mom, before Sam vanished. He probably was eager to get away from her then. He may not have sea-legs but the water always called out to him strongest. And now Scully was water, and her touch wasn’t at all like his mother’s, it was practical but also sweet and innocent. Once finished she turned her back to him, a silent invitation to return the favor.

Mulder's heart skipped a beat, catching on memories of fear and cold dark rooms, but the gentle slope of her bare shoulders was relaxed, she needed his hands, nothing else.

His hands must have been colder than he thought because she jumped slightly when he touched her, so he rubbed the lotion over her skin, not lingering anywhere in particular. He might be spooky, but he wasn’t a creep.

They stretched out on the sand, the hat partially covering her face, his trunks drying fast. Small waves tumbled over each other, the sun was kind, the breeze even kinder. A group of kids raced each other somewhere nearby, their laugh and squeals carrying, water splashing, mother’s voice trying halfheartedly to reign them in. Minutes washed away, tangled between sand, pebbles and seashells. Her pinky finger hooked around his, smile tugged at the corner of his lips. This must have been what peace felt like.

Mulder warmed up and dried off and the mom gave up on trying to tame the happy horde, when a shadow fell over him. The hat and the sunglasses landed on the towel and propped up on elbows he watched her step into the water. Ankle deep at first, greeting the ocean like she’d greet a big dog that hasn’t seen her in years. Like a ballet dancer, her toes cut the waves in a semi circle, before going deeper. Thigh deep, cupping water in hands to wet her arms and shoulders. A few more steps, waves now licking her waist, she folded her arms and plunged in, letting the ocean close above her head for a second, two, three. When she resurfaced, only her head stuck out, treading water with her arms, letting her body adjust to the thermal shock. Mulder watched this ritual with fascination reserved for alien autopsies and Sasquatch sightings and she must have felt his gaze because she turned shielding her eyes to see him, then waved her fingers and disappeared.

He sat up and watched the water. Good swimmer aside, there were things to consider, sea monsters, who knows, maybe she is a mermaid and someone down there might want her back. He couldn’t sit around and watch, the tiny competitive part of his nature wouldn’t allow that.

She emerged fifteen yards farther pushing hair out of her face, noticed him and sank a bit deeper, hiding, swimming away but still watching. He went into the water and she started to run again. Waist deep he dived in, knowing there were shallows not far.

Scully was waiting her feet barely touching the sand, but he misjudged the distance, they were pretty far from the shore, the swim back would be enough workout, for both of them. Over the four feet of water, still silent, Mulder could see the waves climbing. She read his concern and with one arm reached out accepted the help.

Holding on to his shoulders made all the difference and together, her chin on his shoulder, they admired the picturesque view of the island. The beach, the playing kids, strolling couples holding hands and laughing. The sun was above them, ready to make it’s descent into the sea when a glint of sunlight caught her eye. Pointing in that direction and hugging him tighter she asked her silent question an Mulder nodded. She was right, it was their house.

Nothing tried to eat them, no one drowned, so they got bored and raced each other back.

Scully on her front, chin resting in the palm of her hand, straw hat taming her wavy windblown hair, reading a book with her ankles crossed in the air. Who needed lunch when he could have a view like that. They ate the sandwiches, she nibbled on grapes, feeding him every fourth or fifth without looking.

The sunlight changed color, from blaring white to soft tones of orange, it was almost 5 and Mulder was starting to think about dinner. There was a place he remembered, a fresh seafood restaurant where his parents used to take him and Sam, the closest thing to a home cooked meal he could offer. The best part was they served food to go, and they did it fast. The next time she tried to feed him and felt resistance he smiled at her patting his stomach. At first she shook her head noncommittally, but then noticed the crowd thinned out and smiled an eager yes.

They walked home as they came, arms liked, only this time their feet were bare and their faces a little less big city pale.

She let him take the shower first, which took him less then four minutes, and when he came back, hair only towel dried, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, he grabbed the car keys and left with a wink and a smile.

She showered and hung the towels to dry before he got back, bags of food in hand. This time she chose the music and they ate on the deck, sharing fries and salad. Food was excellent, the white wine cool and crisp, the day’s heat began to wind down to gentle warmth of the evening.

She noticed his long, elegant fingers wrapped around the glass, he paused as she licked a bit of sauce from her lips.

Coffee and ice cream served for desert, Scully found her book and opened it on a page marked with a dried leave. Shoving away all creeping thoughts of the outside world she imagined they ran away to a desert island. Still her eyes kept returning to the beach. Waves were calling her, like friends who stayed on the playground when she had to go home for dinner. The sweater felt like it was made of angels hair, soft and light and just warm enough for the weather, she wouldn’t even have to change.

Mulder tried to pay attention to the reports of a monster living in Heuvelman’s Lake, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Scully’s arms around his neck, her freckled skin and profile shaded by the brim of a hat. Now she borrowed his old, cable-knit sweater and it hung of one shoulder, her hair tied up in a ponytail, legs propped on the chair. Photographic memory was a misleading term, but he did his best to take in every detail of this moment before she caught him staring.

Her coffee was gone and wind picked up pace when she looked up and took notice of the beautiful sunset. The golden hour painted everything with soft tones of yellow and orange, sun touched the tree line between the house and the ocean, hanging by a thread waiting for them to notice.

Mulder looked as if he finally found something worth reading, but he could do that on Monday, they wasted enough light as it is.

He didn’t notice her get up until she took the folder out of his hands, setting sun framing her silhouette in a gold halo, inviting smileon her face, one hand reaching out. Mulder took it and stepped over the books and files scattered over the deck. She never let go. He thought she would, she had his attention, but her small hand stayed in his. Adjusting. Fingers lacing. Her idea not his. She led him down the path to the beach, toeing off shoes as the boardwalk ended leaving only sand and sea beneath their feet. The seagulls circled the fish hidden under the surface, their screams were music of his childhood evenings. Probably hers too, the navy life bound to the sea.

They walked in silence, sand sliding and yielding with each step down the beach. Sun went down making itself comfortable for a nights’ rest beneath the waves, turning sky purple and navy, it’s colors cooling with the each hidden sunbeam.

Finally only her warmth remained, gradually pressed into his side as the wind picked up and cold waves licked their feet. The moon was climbing the heavens in full splendor, garbed in faded white with a train of black lace, shaking stars’ hands and signing autographs.

Scully’s arm tightened around his waist and he squeezed her shoulder, and without letting go they picked some old piece of driftwood to sit and look at the ocean. She dug her bare feet in the sand, watching it slip between her toes in silver cascades, feeling the damp cold just beneath the surface.

This was her truth, beneath the warmth, cold waited for everyone, but in this oversized sweater and with Mulder’s arm around her, she didn’t fear the cold darkness. She pulled him closer and enjoyed the silence.

Mulder could feel her head falling over his shoulder, the sun and the air drained the strength from the both of them. The waves were no longer small and sweet, the tide gave them confidence to rise over two feet.

Gently rubbing her back he called her away from the arms of sleep, he could be the jealous one for a few more minutes.

Scully let him pull her to her feet, and he took her home, keeping them away from the waves, no one needed a cold shower this late. He picked up their shoes feeling her sway, exhaustion was creeping on him as well. Stumbled into the house, and up the stairs, he left her in her room and went to brush his teeth before bed.

All lights were off, the ocean crashed against the shore in the distance. Half asleep, Mulder heard her go to the bathroom, running water for a minute. Sleep was calling him on some subliminal alien frequency that was apparently impossible to catch in D.C. He barely noticed the door was opening. Slippers shuffling, covers were pushed back and Scully climbed in as if it was her bed. Ten seconds later she was fast asleep, lying on one side with her back to him.

Mulder was too tired to think and too tired to fight it, so he let it go, thinking he survived far worse things than this.

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