An Even Dozen 
154 words of Mulder by Pteropod

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It's pretty fucking ironic that his sex life is about to end. 
Regular sex for the first time in ten years, and just as he's getting
accustomed to making use of his morning erection he has to head for
the goddamn hills.

And it's not just that he's finally having sex, either.  It's that
it's good sex, great sex, sex with a woman he loves.  He has this
whacked out, fantastic little family and after a lifetime of
bafflement he understands what his friends meant when they said
diapers and vomit weren't really that gross when they were your own
kid's.  

He can make her come in six different ways, and he was hoping to hit
an even dozen by Christmas.  

Usually he pulls out when it's over but today he stays where he is,
barely shifting his hips when he softens and spills from her body.  

"Scully," he says, "I have to go."  

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