From: "Grey Lady" <grey.lady@virgin.net>
Date: Tue, 31 Aug 1999 18:55:43 +0100
Subject: NEW: The Beth Files - Beth #19: Beth Unleashed 1/1
Source: xff


TITLE: The Beth Files - Beth #19: Beth Unleashed 1/1

AUTHOR: Carol Gritton

E-MAIL: grey.lady@virgin.net

DISCLAIMER:  Fox Mulder, Dana Scully belong to Chris Carter, 1013 and
Fox TV.  They are used without permission and no infringement of
copyright is intended.

RATING: NC 17

CLASSIFICATION: SR (Mulder/Other)

SUMMARY: When trying to alleviate his Saturday night boredom at Beth's
expense, Fox gets more than he bargained for.

COMMENTS:  Feedback is greatly appreciated and will be made welcome at
the above address.

Beth #19: Beth Unleashed 1/1
by Carol Gritton (grey.lady@virgin.net)

      A loud, purposely exaggerated sigh came from across the room -
the fifth in as many minutes.  Beth slammed down her pen and yanked
off her glasses.  He wanted her attention - well now he had it.
     "Okay, Fox - what is it?" she barked, her irritation quotient
just about off the scale.
     "I'm bored," Fox whined petulantly from his usual position -
stretched out on his battered couch.  "It's Saturday night - we should
be out having fun.  Why did you have to bring work home?"
    "Oh, and you *never* bring work home at the weekends," scoffed
Beth.  "What about all the times I might have wanted to go out and
have some fun, but you were working on your files, or chasing another
dead end lead on the other side of the country?"
     "That's different," answered Fox defensively.  "My work is
important?"
     "And mine isn't?"
     "I didn't say that?"
     "No, but you implied it," huffed Beth.  "My work is just as
important to me as yours is to you.  And anyway, what do you expect me
to do about your boredom?"
     Fox swung his legs to the floor, leaned forward and placed his
hands on her knees.  "Do you really want me to answer that?" he asked,
with a sly grin.
     Beth ignored his comment. "Fox, I'm busy.  I have to have these
figures ready by Monday - I have an important meeting first thing.
Why don't you rent a video?"
     "There's no point if I have to watch it on my own."  Mulder
affected what he hoped was the classic, irresistible puppy dog look -
a look that he'd honed to perfection and which worked most, if not
all, of the time.
     "Don't give me that look, Fox," warned Beth.
     Fox slid his palms over her khaki clad thighs, wearing his most
appealing smile.  "Come on, Beth - let me take your mind off those
papers," he said softly.
     But Beth wasn't having any of it.  "I'm not the one who's bored,"
she reminded him pointedly.  "Now, remove your hands, or I won't be
responsible for my actions."
     "But Beth?" he wheedled.
     "Move it, Mulder!" she bawled.
     "Ooh, I love it when you play rough," he grinned, attempting to
make light of her irritation, and knowing full well that if she called
him 'Mulder', he'd overstepped the mark as far as her patience was
concerned and it was time to back off.

     Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him, then the beginnings of a
smile danced around her mouth.  Fox was just starting to think twice
about what he'd said when Beth said in a carefully controlled voice,
"You want rough, Fox?  You've got it!"  Beth rose out of her chair and
advanced on him, like a stealthy feline stalking her prey.  A worried
looking Fox slid back on the couch until he couldn't go any further -
he was practically crawling up the back of it .  Beth straddled his
lap and settled as close to him as possible, so much so that their
noses were almost touching.
     "So, Mulder - where shall I start?" she asked in a low, husky
voice that could have been considered a purr.  Her expression was
almost feral, predatory, as she thrust her fingers into his hair,
making him cry out in pain as her long nails scraped his scalp and she
scrunched his roots in her fists.  Beth shoved his head backwards,
almost connecting with the wall behind the couch, then brought her
mouth down hard against his, knocking the breath out of him.
     Fox gasped for air as Beth pulled away, his eyes wide and nearly
bulging.  Her fingers relaxed their grip on his hair, much to Fox's
relief - he was sure that she was going to come away with handfuls of
it in her fists.
     "Jesus, Beth - I didn't know you could be so aggressive!" he
panted.
     "Oh, that was just for starters," she replied, that feral smile
covering her face again.
     Fox experienced a shiver run up his spine - anticipation and
trepidation mixed together.  A frisson of excitement coiled in the pit
of his stomach as Beth started grasping at the hem of his sweatshirt.
     "We'll have this off," she said determinedly, as she yanked the
top up and over his head, nearly taking his head with it.  "And
these."  Beth reached for the buttons on his 501s.
     "Wh, what are you doing?" stammered Fox, trying to prise her
hands away from him.
     "Shut up!"  Beth bawled, then she kissed him savagely again.
     "Okay, that's enough," declared Fox, when she released him at
last.
     Beth shook her head slowly.  "You started this, and I'm going to
finish it."  She nodded at his jeans.  "Get them off."  Fox sat there,
transfixed; his legs pinned beneath her.  "I said get them off!"
yelled Beth, and for extra emphasis, she drew her nails across his
chest, leaving raised red weals in their wake.
     Fox gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, too
shaken up to speak.  The jeans quickly joined the sweatshirt on the
floor.

     Beth re-took her position across his legs, and smiled with
satisfaction at Fox's obedience.  "That's much better," she purred
softly, then she pulled off her own t-shirt, tossing it after his
clothes.  Fox stared at her full breasts, encased in a plain white
bra.  He raised his right hand to cup her breast, but she shook her
head, hissing, "You can look but you can't touch."  Then she reached
behind her and unclasped the bra, slowly removing the thin straps from
her shoulders and drawing them down her arms.  The bra went the same
way as the rest of their clothes.
     The tension was becoming too much for Fox.  "Beth," he whispered.
     "What?" she answered, her breath caressing his ear, her breasts
brushing tantalisingly against his chest, and eliciting a soft moan
from deep inside him.
     "I want to touch you."
     "I said no touching - didn't you hear me?"  Beth's voice was
seductively soft in his ear, and along with her closeness and perfume,
driving him wild.  Beneath her, Fox was growing harder by the minute,
so she gently rocked her pelvis against him, enjoying the power she
had over him.

     Beth held his arms by his side as she continued her seductive
rocking.  Fox's body thrust upwards of its own accord to meet her
challenge.
     "Beth," he groaned.  The pressure in his groin was building and
he needed a release.  "Please?  Oh, Jesus?"
     "What's the matter, Mulder?  Can't you hack it?" she whispered
derisively, taunting him.
     "Beth, please."  Agony was present in his eyes.  Had she gone too
far?  No - not far enough, she decided.
     Beth stood in front of him, hands on hips.  "Take off your
shorts," she commanded.  Fox regarded her uncertainly.  "Come on - I
haven't got all day!"  The shorts rapidly joined the other bits of
clothing.  "Good."  She smiled and slipped out of her khaki's and
panties.  "That's better - now we can get down to business."
     Beth settled across his lap again, his erection wedged between
them.  She did a little wiggle against him, making him moan, then
cupped his jaw in her hand, seeking his mouth.  She nibbled at his
lips gently, then harder, finally forcing her tongue into his mouth.
It swept around the sides, over his teeth and up across his palate?
then it was gone, and Beth was looking at him, stroking his cheek
bones with her thumbs.
     "I'm going to put you out of your misery now," she said softly,
then she adjusted her position slightly and taking him in hand, guided
him inside her.  Beth rocked gently, squeezing him, her breathing even
and controlled.  She noticed Fox's eyes flutter then close, and she
grabbed his chin in her hand.  "Keep your eyes open!" she snapped.  "I
want you to look at me."  Beth grabbed a handful of his hair and
jerked his head back, so much so that Fox thought his neck was about
to snap.  "Is that the best you can do, Mulder?  Come on," she goaded.
"I *know* you can do better.  Put some feeling into it!"

     That did it.  No man likes his performance being criticised and
Fox Mulder was no exception.
     "Bitch," he hissed, and he thrust upwards sharply, making Beth
gasp.  She placed her palms on his shoulders and held on while he
thrust hard twice more.
     "Come on, Mulder - make me come," Beth hissed in his ear.
     Fox's eyes were almost black with desire, his pupils dilated to
their fullest extent.  They glinted as the muted lamplight caught
them, making his eyes look like beads of jet.  He drew his lips back
over his teeth and hissed, "You fucking bitch - I'll make you come so
hard you won't be able to walk straight."
     "Then do it.  What are you waiting for?"
     Fox needed no further prompting or encouragement.  He held on
fast, twisted and flipped so that Beth lay on her back beneath him.
He drew her knees up, muttering obscenities under his breath, his
thrusts growing harder, deeper, more fervent; Beth's breasts rubbed
against him as they moved together, her nipples hard and erect.  She
was almost on the point of climax; Fox could feel her clenching around
him.  He anchored her hips and thrust up hard and sharp - Beth
screamed out his name and shuddered as her internal muscles lessened
their grip on him little by little.
     Fox had no idea how he managed to delay his own orgasm for so
long, but he did, finally coming with an explosion of stars in his
eyes.  He slumped against her, sweating and panting, trying to regain
his breath.  Fox was stunned, shell-shocked even, at this unexpected
side to her character.  She had passion, he was well aware of that,
but he'd never seen this side of her before.
     Beth started to move, to disengage from him, but Fox put a hand
on her arm.
     "Stay," he said softly, cupping a breast and flicking a thumb
across the nipple.  Beth arched at his touch.  "Feel good?"  Beth
nodded, her eyes closed.  "How about this?"  Beth gave a little
whimper as Fox's mouth closed around the tender point, his teeth
nipping gently.
     "Even better," said Beth softly.
     "Good," mumbled Fox, as his mouth moved across and enclosed her
other nipple.
     Beth sighed, and ran her fingers through his hair.  "I'm sorry if
I hurt you," she said softly.
     "It's okay," murmured Fox, coming up for air.  He pulled both of
them back to a sitting position, ran his hands down her back and
cupped her buttocks, rocking her gently against him.
     "You always have to have the last word, don't you?"  Beth smiled
down at him.
     "Uh huh."  Fox smiled back at her, before resuming his oral
exploration of her breasts.  Beth arched backwards as his tongue
whisked around her nipples and his hands continued to gently and
rhythmically rock her against him.  Her soft moaning made him shiver,
then came the hitch in her breathing and the tiny whimpers of pleasure
that she always emitted when they made love.  "That's my girl? come
on, Beth," he cooed softly.  "Come for me again."

     The orgasm was more like an aftershock, but it was just as
pleasurable.  This time Fox withdrew, and Beth curled up on his lap,
his arms wrapped around her.  He raised a hand, ran it over her hair
and kissed her temple.
     "I love you," said Fox tenderly.
     "I love you too, Fox," answered Beth tiredly.
     "What's the matter?  Did I tire you out?"  An amused expression
danced on Fox's face.
     Beth chuckled.  "I think I tired myself out."  She shifted a
little, letting out a soft 'ahh' as her muscles protested.  "I don't
think I'll be trying this again any time soon."
     "Oh."  Fox sounded more than a tad disappointed to hear that.  "I
was kind of looking forward to seeing what else you had in your
repertoire."  He grinned suddenly and nuzzled her jaw.  "I was
thinking along the lines of a PVC catsuit and whip."
     "In your dreams, Fox," laughed Beth sleepily.
     "Aw, you're no fun at all," he pouted.  In response, she yawned
loudly.  "I think I'd better get you to bed - so you can sleep it
off."
     "What about my paperwork?" mumbled Beth, as Fox carried her
through to the bedroom.
     "It'll still be there in the morning - paperwork never goes
away."  Fox slipped in beside her, pulling up the covers then
spooning against her.  Before long, he heard her rhythmic breathing,
which signalled that she had fallen asleep.  Fox kissed her shoulder
and closed his eyes, wondering what he had done.  Had he unleashed an
untamable monster?  Would he ever be able to get this particular genie
back in the bottle?  Did he even want to?  Only time would tell.

The End