The Invitation

Beautiful red-haired Scully had left. Finally she had had enough with Mulder's hare-brained ideas and had decided to do what was "best for her" and return to practicing real medicine, instead of pursuing "the truth" with Mulder and performing yucky autopsies every bleeping day. She and Mulder had gotten into an awful slurry verbal fight about "what was really important", and Mulder had alluded that her own personal life was not as important as everyone else's. That the world was more important and that their work was far too important for her to keep whining about wanting to practice medicine. Scully had decided during their argument that she would return to medicine where she would be sure she would have no life, and be worried about everyone else's lives, but in a more mundane and bearable way. A way that didn't include stretching her imagination every single day that she worked. She told him she wanted to find a man and make babies and max out credit cards on normal things, not rental cars and hotel rooms. His argument was that he was a man, and they could practice making a baby and he could max out credit cards on hotel rooms that they could share. That didn't go over too well. She didn't take him seriously. Apparently she had gotten to the point where she couldn't take anything he said seriously. She was DONE.
At first, Mulder had been angry. How dare she insult his work and call it trivial? Why would she settle for the ordinary. Why NOT have an extraordinary life?
Then he hadn't heard from her for a week, and he found himself pouting. He missed her infuriating scientific viewpoints, her medical ramblings. He had always found them sexy even if he could never admit that to her face. But him sulking was not going to be able to be his only hobby. Aparrently the F.B.I. still wanted someone to keep tabs on old "Spooky" Mulder.
It had taken the F.B.I. an uncharacteristically short amount of time to find him another partner after Scully had left. She was green and quite energetic. He was surprised. He was used to the rather reserved Scully. Or at least, Scully was reserved compared to the new girl. And she was quite learned in all of his files. She had done her homework. Even if his field was not her expertise - she had been on the S.W.A.T. team, trained dogs for the F.B.I. and trained with the bomb squad before - she was not going to look a fool.
Her name was Betty/Beth Black. She was 3 inches taller than his last partner, and seemd to be more confident, even though Fox immercifully teased her by introducing her "accidentally" as Black Betty or even Betty White. He was quite sure no one ever checked their badges very carefully to authenticate their identities or else the "unintentional" slip-ups may have infuriated some of the people the government was spending money on interviewing.
Fox and Betty settled quickly into a working relationship uncharacteristic for him in that he listened a lot more than he was actually speaking. She spoke so fast when she was getting excited he had to actually try and watch her lips to keep up with what she was saying. She was very quick to train, and her overexuberance had been overwhelming. He listened to her with one ear speaking fluently on all the topics he was interested in as they worked together for three weeks before he finally truly noticed her as a woman. She'd been chatting amicably with him about Nazi spacecraft when despite his usual self-control he noticed how high up her skirt had creeped as she sat in his rolling chair behind his desk.
'A garter belt?' He wondered what else she wore under that minute grey skirt before he had a chance to rein his libido in. It was true that he and Scully hadn't been intimate for a long time. It had only happened a few isolated times that Scully and he had got freaky, but he hadn't really found himself thinking about sex until .. just .. now.
Mulder tried to look casually at her and pretend he was listening to every word she was saying when really she was speaking way too fast for him to absorb every word she said. This lady was much bustier than Scully and had stunning green eyes and wavy cinnamon colored hair that was cut to an angular razor-cut bob. She looked like Scully a lot in the face, only younger - she had just turned 25. Her skin was pale and clear, and he found himself gazing at her lips briefly. Wanting to taste those lips. Wanting to kiss her. 'God, what if I did?' he thought wistfully. A sudden pool of heat rushed for his groin. He found himself burning to kiss her.
Before he could stop his brain from going along with this train of thought he found she had ceased speaking and cocked her head in curiosity at him with the unspoken question: "What are you thinking?"
He answered. "You know, you drive me crazy sometimes," he murmured in a low silky voice, trying to rein the heat in that he felt pouring into his veins.
"Do I really?" She seemd confused, almost hurt, and very youthful all in one moment, but in the same breath, she was taking off her jacket, revealing a tightly boned pink corset underneath that hugged to her curvaceous top and made her stomach look maddeningly flat. Was she having another heat flash - as she was prone to - or was she coming on to him? He couldn't help but wonder. She always dressed for work a little bit on the provocative side - as opposed to Scully's frumpy boring and matronly outfits - and until now, he had attributed it to her youth. But now, for the first time, he wondered if maybe there was something else behind her wearing these outfits. An unspoken desire, or maybe just an invitation?
"Yes." He found his voice sounded gruff, almost like Wolverine in that short one syllable statement, and he was afraid he sounded a lot more aroused than he would like to claim being.
"well you drive me crazy being so reserved all the time," laughed her eyes sparkling in avery sexy way. "Maybe it's good if I drive you crazy some of the time. I was afraid that that partner of yours' departure had taken all the spunk out of you. I heard you were a pistol." She returned playfully, squirming even more in his seat, her skirt riding up even more, revealing more of her china-dolla skin. Randomly, he found himself wondering what she tasted like. Then his eyes were grazing her big round breasts and he briefly considered what it would be like to feel breasts that large rubbing all over him, to slide his hard cock between them, to .. His eyes moved back up to those green eyes that were now looking much more adult and knowing. A slight flush filled her cheeks and he knew she had to be reading his mind. He swallowed hard, knowing his Adam's Apple was bouncing like a tennis ball. Jesus, he was undressing her and fucking her in his mind, how could she NOT tell what he was thinking? Goddammit... what if.. what if she went to Skinner on this?
He caught her scratching her upper thigh lightly, intentionally drawing his attention back down to her legs. He felt his heart racing in his chest. He found he couldn't breathe. He wanted that idly caressing hand to reach between her legs, and touch herself. He wanted to watch her come. Instead, she played lightly, maddeningly on the side of her upper thigh and the bottom of her skirt. Just a few more inches and -
"Mulder, you look warm. It must be too hot in this office. You should take off your jacket," she suggested in her warm puckish voice. He paused for a moment, then obliged, laying the suit jacket directly in front of her on the desk atop of her "space Nazi" files she had dredged out of the cabinet. She must know what she was doing. She was intentionally toying with him. She apparently wanted to personally turn up the heat in this office, and he was going to have to do his part. He tried to show her his own serious intention through his deep green eyes. Mulder felt the air rush back into him and then out again as she spread her legs a bit more, and propped her one red high-heel clad left foot directly on top of his jacket, the other still sitting on the floor. Her skirt had then hiked up to almost complete indecency, and he felt his head spin with exhiliration.
"I'm wondering what our reserved little Fox wears under his suit," pondered the lady aloud, her hand trailing up the inside of the newly revealed extra skin of her inner leg.
Mulder was pretty sure his hard-on was growing to full force and now visible through his slate grey slacks. Her hand was almost at her mound and he found himself once again momentarily frozen in place. The moment passed and he cirlced the corner of the desk so he stood between he legs, but still about a foot away from where he really wanted to be.
"You want to take off that silly tie?" She offered with a small pout, a slight plea in her tone. Again, he obliged, worries of insanity flooding his poor horny brain briefly. They were erased when she intentionally pulled the rest of her skirt up so that she could see that she wore no panties on his rolling chair. He groaned inwardly with excitement. His chair was going to smell like her sweet juices. He looked at her, and saw she was trimmed, but not shaven. He personally kind of liked a little bit of fuzz down there. He watched, hypnotized as she began to rub herself with a circular motion in a counter-clockwise motion, moaning softly to him, her eyes never leaving his. She apparently wanted him to know she was hot because of him.
Mulder touched himself briefly through his pants before kissing her mouth a long tender yet demanding kiss. He felt her rip his shirt open, buttons clattering on the desk and the linoleum to reveal his beautiful masculine body. He took her hand and placed it on his crotch as he kissed his way down to the corset's strings. He untied her corset slowly as he kissed her neck, and rubbed her clit. They both seemed surprised at how wet she was, and he found himself surprised at how hard her nipples were considering how warm it felt to him in the office at that moment.
He loved the feeling of her large breasts in his hands, and against his face, as he licked her nipples, and suckled them, making her cry out in pleasure. He teased them unmercifully as he slowly slid one index finger inside her. He felt her hug his finger, encouraging him as her eyes became very serious and yet joyous all at once.
He kissed down her belly, still playing with her left nipple in one hand as he brought his mouth to her pussy. She smelled very elemental. Like fire, and earth and flowers. Maybe lavender. First he breathed in her scent, then he blew out a long slow breath over her throbbing lips. He slid his left hand down her body slowly, sensually to expose her little bud to him and the right hand continued to slowly slide inside her tight sheath.
When his tongue first touched her he felt her hands sink deep into his thick dark hair, massaging his scalp. She crooned as he delicately began tasting her, searching her folds with his tongue. Soon his gentle probing became too much and the rolling chair began to rock as she braced one hand on the wall, and the right leg over his strong perfect shoulder. Encouraged by her response and her catlike mewlings he zeroed in on her clit, and continued to fingerfuck her. Occasionally, he would trace over her labia with the tips of his nails as he flicked his tongue across her, and this would only intensify her sounds.
Her first orgasm seemed to come as shock to her, and she loudly moaned his name, accompanied with quite a few "Oh gaaawds", "yes"'es, and "Oh baby!"s but he wouldn't let up. He kept her orgasm going, hitting peak after peak until she could barely breathe and she was claiming to see stars.
She was swiftly scrambling to undo his pants after jerking him to his feet. He worke boxers underneath with the Starship Enterprise on them. He was turned on by her frantic undressing of him, her corset hanging onto her still by its pink satin spaghetti straps, her skirt hiked up so he could see all of her feminine beatuy, and it was then clear exactly what they wanted. He jerked from the chair and pulled her to him, kissing her with no reservations, no thoughts in his mind but her, clutching her to him, his hard-on brushing against her belly. He lifted her onto the desk, and he was rubbing between her legs again as they kissed, making her squeal into his mouth.
When her hand touched his cock he felt it leap for joy in her hand, and he heard her musical laughter of delight. "Ohhh Fox," she cooed, a grin smeared across her face. Before he could consider what she was doing, he found she had sheathed him in a green condom. This was the only invitation he needed. He threw her legs up, her legs in a V on his chest, as he slid his big cock into her. Apparently, he was bigger than she was used to, but he played more with her clit as he pushed in, to distract her, and to help lube her up more. He heard her gasp, then make an appreciative noise and whisper his name as she rubbed his body with her enthusiastic hands. For the first time, he found himself thanking her for her enthusiasm as he felt his rough suit coat rub against his strong bare thighs. The sensation of that fabric made him briefly realiz he was sexing his partner on his work jacket. And to his joy, he found he didn't care. He pumped into her for a long time, savoring every cry that exited her mouth, taking a free hand to torment her aching nipples, relishing the feeling of his orgasm building and building. He managed to hold off from coming until she had another I-see-God orgasm, and man, was worth it. He felt her juices gush all over his throbbing rod and heard her breathless cries of ecstasy. When she came, he felt it through his whole body and he heard his own mouth cry out her name in joy. Her name. Not Scully's. He'd goofed on his last date calling this Lindsay Sullivan girl "Scully" by accident, but this time he hadn't even pretended. This was Betty. Oh sweet Beth.
He felt her wrap her arms about his waist, and for a long moment, he held onto their bliss, rubbing her as he slowly pumped the fading remainder of his erection into her. He felt her twitch appreciately about him and smiled as he made her moan once again.
"Oh God, Fox.. We should've done this a long time ago," she breathed as he drew her to him to kiss her sweet lips again.
What she had said was quite silly, but still he couldn't bare himself not to laugh. "I haven't even known you a long time." he protested, with a smile on his face.
"Doesn't matter. Still should've," she returned, stubbornly before looking at his dissassembled shirt hanging off of him. She looked almost embarrassed. Almost. "Thank Goddess I have a needle and thread in my purse. I can fix your shirt I broke."
"Yep. Good thing," he laughed, thinking more dirty thoughts about her.
"You're not going to clam up on me again are you?" she asked suspiciously.
"I think we just seriously breached some of our issues of tension, ladybelle," laughed Mulder, grateful to find it easy to share laughter with her where it had been so difficult to find with Scully.
"I say let's go grab a pizza and break in some pieces of furniture at your house," she grinned mischeviously.
"Now that we've violated I don't even know how many federal statutes?"
"Yes, foxy baby. Yes. I think I will always say yes to you."
"Always is a long time," he said suddenly serious.
"Not with the right partner it isn't. Com'on, let's go eat. I'm starved."
"You and I will make one helluva team. So much for that stuffy Scully."