Title: "Decisions"
 Author: Angela W.
 Category: MSR (Mulder/Scully married)
 Rating: NC-17
 Summary: Mulder and Sculy make a few decisions about
some personal matters.
 Timespan/Spoilers: In my series of "married' stories,
this one comes after "Just One Day". In the "real"
X-Files universe, I guess it would come sometime after
Season 7, but I don't think there are any spoilers for
any specific episodes.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. They
are the property of Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
Archive: Feel free to archive anywhere!
Feedback: If it's nice or contains *CONSTRUCTIVE*
criticism, feedback is valued. If you just hate the
story, I don't want to hear about it.


F.B.I. Special Agent Fox Mulder walked into his
kitchen and glanced at the pile of papers on the
counter. Normally, there was nothing exceptional
there. Usually it consisted of the day's mail, an
occasional flyer left on the front door and various
pamphlets his wife, Special Agent Dana Scully, brought
home from her doctor's office.

Today, however, something caught his eye. There was a
brochure containing pictures - pen-and-ink drawings,
not photographs - of all sorts of exotic sexual
positions.

Holy shit! Mulder thought, Scully's going to kill me!
Apparently, one of the mailing lists he'd subscribed
to back in his pre-marital days had tracked him down.
He grabbed the paper and was about to toss it in the
trash when Scully walked in from another part of their
house.

"Dana, I don't know where these came from," he began.

"From my doctor, Fox. She gave them to me for us too
look at."

"Your *DOCTOR* gave you these?" he asked
incredulously. "They look like something out of the
Kama Sutra!"

"They probably are," Scully said with a smile. "Do you
know that book was originally designed as a medical
work? Sort of a reference guide for the ancient
Eastern version of today's gynecologists."

"Er, no, I didn't know that," he said.

"Actually, though," she replied, gently removing the
papers from his grasp and taking his hand to lead him
to the living room, "there's something else we need to
talk about first." She sat down on the couch and
tugged him down beside her.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Mulder. It's something my doctor
said she suggests all her patients discuss with their
husbands at this point in the pregnancy."

"What?" Mulder inquired again, curious as to where
this conversation was heading.

"Fox, when we first got married, we never really
discussed birth control. We were both under the
impression that I had been left barren by my abduction
experience. The only angle we ever discussed family
planning from was whether or not it might be possible
for us to conceive a biological child using some sort
of in vitro fertilization technique. When it turned
out not to be necessary to go to those extremes - when
I got pregnant naturally - we were both thrilled
beyond belief. But my doctor pointed out that while
this baby might be a one-in-a-million triumph over the
odds, it might also simply be that I was misdiagnosed
when I was originally told I was infertile. Which
would mean we might want to consider using some sort
of birth control after the baby's born."

"Sure, Scully. Whatever you want. That's up to you."

"Mulder!" she shouted angrily. "I can't believe you
would say such a stupid, chauvanistic thing. You think
the responsibility for family planning is all *MY*
responsibility?"

"No, Dana, no," he murmured soothingly. "I don't mean
it's your responisibility, I mean it's your *CHOICE*.
I'll do whatever you decide."

"Mulder, it's the sort of thing that ought to be a
mutual decision."

"Look at it logically, Scully," he said, using her
favorite line. "You're a doctor. You're also the one
whose life is more dramatically impacted by having
children. You're obviously in a better positon than I
am to make an informed decision about the pros and
cons of various methods of family planning. If you
want me to have a vasectomy then I'll do that. If you
want me to use condoms, that's fine, too. Or if you'd
rather go on birth control pills, okay. I'm willing to
be cooperative, I just don't have strong feelings on
the subject."

"Actually, I think we're approaching this discussion
from a backwards angle," Scully said. "I guess the
first thing we need to talk about is: do we want more
than one child?"

"Do we?" he asked her.

Scully sighed and rolled her eyes. "Mulder, I wouldn't
want you to think I'd be disappointed if this is the
only baby we ever have. God's been more than generous
to us already. For years, I didn't think being a
mother was even an option for me. The fact that I was
able to conceive at all - much less that we didn't
need medical assistance to do it - is nothing short of
a miracle. But I loved growing up with brothers and a
sister. If we had the chance, I'd like to provide that
same sort of family for our child."

"You want *FOUR* children?" Mulder inquired, looking
somewhat alarmed.

Scully laughed softly. "No, I don't think I want that
many. But I'd like two. Another thing we have to
consider is my religious beliefs and the Catholic
teachings on family planning." 

"Um, Scully, I don't mean to deride your beliefs in
anyway, but as a scientist don't you think that
natural family planning is a pretty ineffective manner
of birth control?"

She shook her head. "Actually, it can be very
effective when used correctly. I've been doing some
research on it over the internet. It kind of got a bad
rap back in the 1960s and 70s, but there's been a lot
of fertility research done in the past 20 years.
Although it's never going to be effective as surgical
sterilization techniques or birth control pills,
natural family planning can prevent pregnancy just as
effectively as condoms or foams or diaphrams."

"Why does it have such a bad rap, then?" her husband
asked, intrigued. 

"Probably because it does require a certain level of
self-control on the part of both participants. A lot
of couples would have sex on days when they knew
conception was likely, get pregnant, then call the
method ineffective; which is akin to getting a
prescription for birth control pills, forgetting to
take the pills two or three days out of every week,
then complaining because the pills didn't "work" when
you get pregnant. Also, it was seen as something
strictly for Catholics. But I've read that a lot of
holistic healers and practitioners of alternative
medicine are encouraging it's use nowadays."

"So I take it that's what you'd like us to do?" Mulder
asked.

"Actually, no," his wife replied.

"What, then?"

"Nothing."

"You mean you'd want another baby immediately? Is that
a good idea?"

"It's unlikely that I'd get pregnant again
immediately, Fox, but it's always a possibility. For
one thing, I hope to breastfeed and that tends to
suppress ovulation. For another thing, if we assume
that I've been fertile all along,  we still have to
remember that we were married for almost a year before
we conceived. Still, if it's a choice between having
two children closely spaced in age or never having a
second child at all. . .I just wouldn't want to feel
that we missed the opportunity."

"Dana, I know I said I'd agree to whatever you
decided, and I will, but with one provisio."

"What's that?"

"I don't have a problem with a second child, even if
the births are closely spaced, but only if your doctor
okays it and things go smoothly this time around. If
you have a dificult labor or the doctor says a second
pregnancy would endanger your health, then no go. In
that case, we'll do the natural family planning - even
if it means fairly long stretches of abstinence. After
all, it's not like we're not used to long stretches of
abstinence, Scully."

She laughed softly.

***

Mulder and Scully has been cuddling quietly on the
couch for several minutes and he thought she might
have drifted off into a light doze - she got tired
easily nowadays. But she suddenly raised her head and
smiled at him, holding the brochures spread out like a
hand of cards. "Did you want to pick one?"

"Um, yeah. Sure."

Mulder hesitated for a moment, then selected one that
seemed to be combination of two of his favorite
positions. He wasn't a big fan of the missionary
position; he preferred either to have Scully on top or
a position - like spooning or puppy dog style - where
she could rub her ass against him. This picture
depicted a woman lying on top of a man, but both were
face up, so that the man was penetrating her in a rear
entry manner.

Scully said, "That looks fun for me but will you have
enough. . .leverage. . .to come that way?"

Mulder grinned and said. "Gosh, Dana. Where's your
scientific method? The only way to find that out is by
a practical test of the theory."

They wandered upstairs holding hands and began to
undress once they reached their bedroom. Mulder was
careful to unload his weapon and store the ammunition
in a drawer while sliding the gun itself under a pile
of sheets on the top shelf of his closet. It was a
precaution Scully had insisted they begin taking as
soon as they had moved into the new house. Within a
couple of years, they'd have a curious toddler roaming
their home and they might as well get in the habit of
practicing firearm safety now.

When Scully was naked, she pulled back the covers on
the bed and smiled at her husband. "C'mere," she
murmured.

Mulder joined her in their bed and began kissing her
softly. First on her mouth, then dropping quick kisses
along her neck, shoulders and belly. He kissed her
breasts, but only briefly; she had reached the point
in her pregnancy where too much attention to her
nipples was painful rather than pleasurable. 

Scully's own mouth and hands were busy, too. She
stroked Mulder's broad shoulders and smooth back while
they kissed. Then she slid her hands around to his
front, first tangling her fingers in the cloud of hair
in the center of his chest, then tracing the fine line
that led down his belly to his arousal. When she had
him in hand, she began squeezing him gently.

"Tell me when you're ready," he growled softly as she
stroked him.

"I'm ready now," she said softly. "But how are we
going to work out the logistics of this?"

"I think it would be best if you sit in my lap, with
your back to my chest," he suggested. "Then we can
kind of lean back."

Scully sat down, groaning softly with pleasure as her
bottom came into contact with his firm thighs, then he
lay back with her on top of him, her legs falling
easily to either side of his. She squirmed on top of
him for a moment, and Mulder moaned as her ass pressed
against his belly. Then she inserted just the tip of
his cock into her warm, wet folds and sighed with
pleasure.

Mulder skimmed his hands down her body, stroking her
thighs, hips and belly. The only two parts of Scully's
anatomy that had significantly changed shape during
her pregnancy were her breasts and belly. Unlike a lot
of women, she hadn't gained weight in her legs, arms
or face. Then he settled the fingertips of one hand
between her legs, just above where they were joined
and wrapped the other arm just beneath her breasts.

Scully moaned. "God, that's good, Mulder! But are you
enjoying this? You're not very far in."

"Shh!" Mulder murmured into her ear, nibbling lightly
at the lobe for good measure. "We'll worry about me
later, if we need to. Right now I want to concentrate
on pleasing you."

Scully gave a little whimper of pleasure and writhed
against him. Mulder continued to kiss her neck and
stroke her. He also whispered in her ear. "I love you,
Dana. Love you, love you, love you."

Eventually, the combined assault of his fingers, mouth
and cock brought Scully to a shuddering climax. Mulder
felt the contractions rippling in waves against his
head. When she was still atop him, Mulder said slowly.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to need some help from you if
I'm going to climax like this."

"Like this?" Scully whispered, bringing her hand down
to his shaft and stroking him. She let her other hand
tickle his balls lightly.

Mulder groaned. He was basically getting a hand job
from Scully, but the very tip of his arousal was still
embedded within her. She sped up her minstrations
until he jerked and spasmed.

Scully scooted up so that their bodies were no longer
joined and leaned her face back to his for a long,
deep kiss. "I love you, Fox," she whispered before
drifting off to sleep.
 
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