From: char@chaffin.com
LIFEGUARD
(A DP Penance-type tale)
By ML and Char Chaffin
MSR, Strong R, PWP, light and fluffy (and sunny and sandy, LOL)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Clones on Loan
Email: char@chaffin.com; msnsc21@aol.com
Thanks: to Sallie, Carol, Tess and Toniann for once-over and beta,
general cheering and much-appreciated friendship!
From Char: So, about a month ago I DP'd on list. ML was 'kind'
enough to email me and remind me I needed to write some penance.
However, right around the time she emailed me the reminder, she also
DP'd in another email - privately, to ME. I told her if she wanted
penance she'd have to write it with me, otherwise it wasn't gonna
happen... and she thought that was a great idea and offered to start
it off. The rest was just plain fun!
ML says: It's all Char's fault, and since I have to take her word
for the fact that I DP'd on private messages to her...it's a
conspiracy, I tell you! But it was a lot of fun doing this
story with Char, and I hope we can do it again some time.
We hope you enjoy what two people can come up with when they're
trying to point the 'penance finger' at each other!
Summary: A beach, the sun, some brief swimwear, a locked cabana and
our Agents... who could ask for anything more?
x-x-x-x
Mulder had never been a fan of zinc oxide -- his nose looked big
enough without it -- but it beat having a big red blister in the
middle of his face.
It also didn't keep the girls in their skimpy bikinis from swarming
around his stand like flies to honey. Yes, he'd definitely had worse
assignments. He sat like a king on his lifeguard throne and stared
impassively out to sea, pretending not to notice the tide of tanned
flesh ebbing and flowing around him. He had his own personal
"Babewatch" going on right here.
The part he didn't like about this assignment was that Scully manned
the next station a short distance down the beach and he could see
that her chair was also surrounded. Sadly for Mulder, though, Scully
had all the surfer boys caught in her net.
It amazed him that someone so pale could look so good in a bathing
suit. Scully was in royal blue, which set off her blazing hair
beautifully. And while she wasn't tanned, no one could call her
pasty. Her skin glowed like a pearl in the harsh midday sun.
He picked up his walkie-talkie and murmured into it, "What're we
doin' here, Scully? It's hotter'n hell."
Scully didn't reply right away, and Mulder unhooked the binoculars
from his perch, raising them to his eyes to see what was going on
over there. Uh-oh... She was leaning forward from her perch,
accepting a cup from one of the surfer guys who worshipped at her
feet. He could practically see down the front of her suit even from
this distance, and if *he* could, what a show Surfer Dude was getting.
He tried again. "Uh, Scully?"
x-x-x-x
"Thanks," Scully said to the young man who'd brought her the iced
tea she requested. She had bottled water, but it had gotten warm in
the sun. She could hear Mulder saying something faintly over the
walkie-talkie, but it was probably more of the same he'd been saying
for the past hour or so. Bad jokes, insulting observations about the
IQ of the young men milling around her chair, and generally whining
about this assignment not being the day at the beach they'd been led
to believe it would be.
It was only luck that they were there anyway. They'd wrapped up the
case in San Diego, and since they were already on the West Coast,
Skinner had tapped them to help the local office with a stakeout.
Mulder had eagerly accepted, as usual not consulting her beforehand.
She glanced over at him, and he was once again sitting with his
binoculars trained on her instead of sweeping up and down the beach,
watching for the people they were supposed to be on the lookout for.
She picked up her walkie-talkie and spoke softly into it. "Give it a
rest, Mulder," she said. "If I can deal with wearing a bathing suit,
so can you."
At least he didn't have to slather himself with SPF 40. Without it,
even the milder spring sun would turn her into a lobster in less than
an hour. She just didn't tan. Mulder, on the other hand, seemed to
be born with golden skin. An hour or two out in the sun, and he
looked like a bronze god.
But it was better not to dwell on that, she told herself. They were
working right now.
x-x-x-x
About the fifth time the blonde with the large lungs and hot pink
string bikini simpered her way over to her now-toasty brown partner,
Scully gave up the pretense of watching the shoreline. They were
within an hour of being relieved by the afternoon stakeout team, and
she was hot and sticky - and decidedly jealous.
As soon as she thought the word she immediately squashed it. She
had nothing to be jealous about; she might not have casaba-sized
breasts and clouds of white-blonde hair, but she could hold her own
in a swimsuit... even if compared to the average suit on this beach,
hers was conservative to the max. Scully looked down at herself with
a critical eye. The suit was cut low and straight across the bosom,
fashioned high on the leg. It nipped in her waist and the thin
straps that tied behind her neck accentuated the slope of her
shoulders. The deep royal blue was perfection against her hair and
skin.
She looked damned good... and why in hell did she suddenly care,
anyhow? Just because a pair of legs topped with breasts and hair was
hanging all over Mulder. How stupid was that? How beneath her?
She looked over at his station, unable to help herself.
In the sun Mulder's thick brown hair picked up all kinds of golden
highlights; even from here she could see the way it shagged over his
forehead, twin commas that brushed the top of his sunglasses. He
wore a pair of low-slung red trunks, a thin racing stripe of white
and black running up each side. The sun beat down on him, over arms
glistening with sweat, tanned skin she knew would be smooth and firm.
She could see the flash of his smile as he grinned down at the
underdressed blonde wriggling her hot pink self way too close to his
chair.
Shit. Scully made herself look away, forced a smile to her lips and
tilted her sunglasses down her nose until she could see the face of
the surfer who'd been fetching her water and ice tea. He'd told her
his name was Todd; he had a sweet Southern accent and a headful of
streaked golden brown hair, a body that wouldn't quit, showcased to
perfection in a pair of abbreviated OP trunks... and the most
blinding smile she'd ever seen. He was charming and attentive.
He left her absolutely cold. Scully sighed and slipped her shades
back over her eyes, shielding them, and glanced at her wristwatch
again. Fifty more minutes...
x-x-x-x
For the fifth time, Mulder gently sent the blonde - whose name, of
all things, was Kiwi - away from his station, reminding her that he
was on duty and needed to concentrate on watching out for the welfare
of sunbathers everywhere, blah, blah...
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--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
* Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)
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