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Appleseed is the work of Masamune Shirow and is an alltogether wonderful story, even in the OVAs where they take artistic license. I own none of it nor seek to profit from fanworks. I encourage everyone to pick up a copy!
Down Time
Down Time
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The explosion had left Deunan’s LM practically in pieces, and his ears buzzing with feedback, but they’d both checked out ok by the field medics, and even better, owing to their near brush with oblivion, were given leave from duty for the rest of the afternoon. The bombers were in the bag, and the city was yet again saved. He didn't hold his breath that it would _stay_ that way, but that was how things went.
Briareos knew the minute she looked his way in the locker room that taking it easy wasn’t going to be on the agenda anytime soon. Chivalry, not to mention common decency, compelled him to steer his minx home despite her flirty look, trusting her adrenaline to last long enough to reach the relative privacy of their walk-up. No sooner was the door closed behind him then he found himself with an armful of determined policewoman. Deunan all but climbed him in an effort to press her mouth against his. His hands circled her thighs automatically, supporting her against his chest as he leaned forward into her eager kisses.
Thank goodness for eight eyes, he supposed. He navigated the hall carefully, most of his attention taken up by the feel of her deft fingers working the snaps and zips of his uniform. A non-cyborg would have tripped on the steps, or the inevitable mine-field of scattered toys, or the sloppy pile quilts at the bottom of their bed from when they’d bolted for work in the morning. Juggling Deunan as he was, the random odds of stumbling and killing them both made the afternoon retreat to their room almost as thrilling as their near brush with a mad bomber downtown.
Not that he hadn’t had plenty of practice in regards to stepping carefully in the past year. It’d only taken one teary look of horror from their misbegotten offspring after he’d inadvertently crushed a beloved-toy-of-the-moment to teach him that there might be nothing worse than a woman-scorned, but a child thwarted was a close second. He didn’t know what was more exasperating. The idea that junior would be so fixated on a damned toy plane that he’d take it with him wherever he went, or the perpetual absentmindedness the kid had about leaving it in the damnedest places. If Carl loved it so much why the hell did he leave it in the middle of the carpet in the first place? At least Boo was plush, and could be puffed back into some semblance of normalcy when accidentally stomped. The plane was a gonner. Deunan hadn’t been sympathetic, he remembered with grim humor. Then again, as she’d been the one with an arm full of bawling two year old, he couldn’t entirely blame her.
Settling her against the mattress, he blinked as Deunan yelped, fishing behind her into the quilts with a baffled expression. Lifting her slightly to aid in her search, he sighed as toy-plane-number-two was revealed to be hidden amongst the blankets. Carl had left them a little gift it seemed before they’d whisked him away to daycare. Deunan grumbled in annoyance and set the toy on the nightstand where it wouldn’t get in the way. “I swear... our kid gets into frickin’ _everything_... He must get it from you…”
“Surprised we didn’t get a call while on op from Fran begging us to drop the damn thing off.” He agreed. Finding Deunan had done an admirable job loosening his shirt and jacket while he wasn’t paying attention he returned her the favor, peeling off layers of uniform until he had her partly naked beneath him. She pulled him down to kiss him again before he could finish the job, coaxing him up onto the bed as she remembered what they had been doing a moment before.
“He had Boo with him, I remembered that much.” She commented as she came up for air. He marveled at her ability to remember such small details while eagerly working the releases on his trousers, “Need you, handsome.”
“Yeah, I got that impression.” Briareos laughed at their shared desperation. Truthfully he’d been itching for a chance to really tumble his woman properly for a few days now, but there’d just never been a good moment. Work had been insane, and the baby was at an age where he _did_ get into everything… at the most inconvenient moments too. Even with having almost been blown up, getting the afternoon to themselves was a godsend. Feeling Deunan’s mouth on his chest as she tried to keep him on task, he shook his head in amusement. The adrenaline rush didn’t hurt either. He got both hands around her waist, dragging her higher on the mattress so that he could press his face against her shoulder, inhaling her clean scent. Shower fresh and as sexy as ever, he pressed a kiss against her collar bone, and nuzzled the peak of one of her breasts before letting his forehead rest against the valley between the soft mounds. The puckered scar from the shrapnel that had nearly been the death of her was all but gone, but he kissed it just the same. Her hands circled his head, pillowing him against her chest as she too was reminded of Poseidon for a moment.
"You’re never going to let that go?” Deunan asked in quiet dismay. “It was years ago old man. We’ve had dozens of close calls since then.”
“Nothing as close as that.” He disagreed, pressing his face against her chest as he let his hands drift down her smooth skin, enjoying the fact that she was very much whole and alive. “Nearly lost you, girl.”
“Not hardly.” She teased him softly, arching as he tasted the slope of her other breast. “We Knutes are made of stern stuff, you know. You won’t get rid of me that easy.”
“You, woman, aren’t going anywhere.” Briareos told her, lifting himself away from her skin to mock glare at her. “There is no way on earth that I am raising that demon-spawn you brought home without you. You leave me and he’s going straight to the pound with the other unwanted strays.”
“Oi.” Deunan punched him lightly in the head. “He’s half yours, tin-man. I am not to blame for the fact that he’s dexterous as a kid twice his age. That’s all you. My brothers assured me when I was growing up that I was quite stupid as a baby. Apparently I spent hours trying to suck my own feet. He’s certainly not taking after _me_. I blame you and your freakishly high brain mass. Mutant-baby-genius genes must come from your side of the family.”
Arguing about who was, or wasn’t, responsible for their child’s budding skill at causing mayhem didn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around his waist. Briareos sighed and kicked off the last of his clothing, sliding onto the mattress next to his long-time partner. Fretting about junior they could do anytime. Having a bit of much desired quality time with just each other was far more pressing. Deunan pulled his last bit of obstructive platting aside and set to work massaging him where it would do the most good. He sighed again at how good the feel of her deft fingers on his shaft felt. He loved the boy, sure, but the number of times the infant-now-turned-little-person had interrupted their already time-pinched love-life was absurd. Deunan wouldn’t let him sell the kid to the circus, so that meant they’d have to catch what time they could for at least another two years yet. Pulling her hands aside, he shifted her beneath him until he could at last sink into her as he’d been craving for days.
“Speaking of junior, what time do we have to pick him up?” His woman slid her hands over his arms as she moved in time with his first slow strokes.
“Five.” He rolled them so that she was obliged to straddle him as he shifted to find a comfortable sprawl against the mattress. Golden tanned and tightly muscled, she looked lovely above him the afternoon sunlight seeping through the privacy glass enhanced the color of her hair. Deunan smiled wickedly as she adapted to her new position, teasing him with tight rolls of her hips each time she sank onto his shaft. “Can we please not talk about him for half an hour?” He wasn’t above begging.
“What would you rather talk about?” She smiled wider as he caught her hips with his hands, forcing her to behave herself and take their bedplay seriously. Taking the opportunity to get a little of his own back, Briareos surged up into her, laying claim to the tight heat of her body, making them both gasp with change in tempo. Deunan’s eyes closed as she ground down against him, inner muscles clamping against his shaft as she forgot her own question. “Jesus, Bri. Any deeper and I’ll be able to taste you…”
Her excitement only served to feed his own, both of them reveling in the ability to enjoy a rare bit of unrestrained sex. Rather than answer her, he slid his hands down to cup and squeeze her tight ass as she made breathy little noises of pleasure above him. Body already fever hot around him, Deunan arched and reached behind her to catch his hands in hers, showing off her tight muscles as she rode him with the strength of her legs alone. The idea of a sexy amazon getting herself off on riding his cock wasn’t bad at all. Briareos admired the view for a few strokes before the urge to take her hard and fast overcame him again. Slippery and wet around his dick, she was more than ready for something a bit rough, he mused as he sat up, forcing her to hang onto his shoulders as he shifted them again. Her moan of excitement as he stood up was almost enough to make him forget any sort of plan and just fall back into bed with her. But the impulse he’d had hours ago at HQ was stronger still.
The urge to pick his girl up, still sooty and dressed in her fighting combat armor, and screw her senseless against the wall in celebration of them both still being alive had been terribly hard to resist. Her coy ‘come hither’ look had been all he’d needed to concoct the fantasy. Had they still been the pair of lunatics they’d been back in LA he might have even given in to the burst of insanity and done it too. Thankfully for both their reputations, she’d looked away, and he’d bit his tongue, and they’d avoided giving their teammates an eyeful.
Briareos pressed her up against a clean patch of wall next to their closet door, pinning her between his hips and the smooth plaster as he satisfied his lingering dream of having his way with her against the first available surface they found. Deunan wrapped her legs around his waist as she arched to match his hips, shoulders tight against the wall for leverage as she panted and moaned for him to give her more. Motherhood hadn’t changed her at all in that regard, he admitted to himself with pleasure, resting his forehead against the wall above her as he bent to her request with a will. Deunan was still the sexiest, wildest, most outrageous woman he knew.
Somewhere between her release and his own, they ended up on the carpet. Well contented with life, Briareos petted his woman’s hair and spine as she sprawled over his chest, humming happily at his touch as she cooled off. Glancing up at the messy bedding, now almost entirely on the floor with them, he had to sigh. So much for being mature and responsible parental-types, it seemed. Rather than picking up around the house, or buying groceries, or collecting their squirt early for some ‘family time’ they were enjoying the afterglow of a belated nooner on the carpet like a pair of idiots. He couldn’t bring himself to feel ashamed of their time ill-spent. The kid would never know they _hadn’t_ been working, and the groceries could keep one more day. Picking up the apartment was a never-ending process. So in the end they might as well have spent an hour having sex instead. Tracing the contours of Deunan’s lower back, Briareos wondered if maybe he couldn’t talk her into a second round before they were obliged to go collect their social-experiment-in-the-making from daycare and see about dinner.
“Would I be a totally reprehensible woman… If I were to propose we try that again, on the bed this time, before grabbing a shower and pretending to be civilized for the rest of the day?” Deunan stretched briefly before folding her arms under her chin and smiling up at him. Mind reader that she was, she proposed exactly what he’d been thinking a moment before. “Because as nice as that was. I was thinking… we have that massage oil still… and my shoulders are really tight…”
“Bribing me to rub your shoulders in exchange for sex?” He mused, pulling her into his lap as he slowly sat up. “I dunno. That’s pretty shameful, really. I mean, what about rubbing _my_ shoulders, huh?”
“I’ll rub _something_ for you, handsome.” Her line was terrible, but the feel of her body shifting against him was pretty damned convincing.
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Yes, they very unimaginatively named their offspring 'Carl jr.' Deunan was campeigning for something over the top and greek... Briareos wanted a name that wouldn't get their kid beaten up in school... 'Carl' was the compromise they settled on after they realized a month had passed and 'As-Yet-Unnamed-Knute' was falling behind on his paperwork.
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The explosion had left Deunan’s LM practically in pieces, and his ears buzzing with feedback, but they’d both checked out ok by the field medics, and even better, owing to their near brush with oblivion, were given leave from duty for the rest of the afternoon. The bombers were in the bag, and the city was yet again saved. He didn't hold his breath that it would _stay_ that way, but that was how things went.
Briareos knew the minute she looked his way in the locker room that taking it easy wasn’t going to be on the agenda anytime soon. Chivalry, not to mention common decency, compelled him to steer his minx home despite her flirty look, trusting her adrenaline to last long enough to reach the relative privacy of their walk-up. No sooner was the door closed behind him then he found himself with an armful of determined policewoman. Deunan all but climbed him in an effort to press her mouth against his. His hands circled her thighs automatically, supporting her against his chest as he leaned forward into her eager kisses.
Thank goodness for eight eyes, he supposed. He navigated the hall carefully, most of his attention taken up by the feel of her deft fingers working the snaps and zips of his uniform. A non-cyborg would have tripped on the steps, or the inevitable mine-field of scattered toys, or the sloppy pile quilts at the bottom of their bed from when they’d bolted for work in the morning. Juggling Deunan as he was, the random odds of stumbling and killing them both made the afternoon retreat to their room almost as thrilling as their near brush with a mad bomber downtown.
Not that he hadn’t had plenty of practice in regards to stepping carefully in the past year. It’d only taken one teary look of horror from their misbegotten offspring after he’d inadvertently crushed a beloved-toy-of-the-moment to teach him that there might be nothing worse than a woman-scorned, but a child thwarted was a close second. He didn’t know what was more exasperating. The idea that junior would be so fixated on a damned toy plane that he’d take it with him wherever he went, or the perpetual absentmindedness the kid had about leaving it in the damnedest places. If Carl loved it so much why the hell did he leave it in the middle of the carpet in the first place? At least Boo was plush, and could be puffed back into some semblance of normalcy when accidentally stomped. The plane was a gonner. Deunan hadn’t been sympathetic, he remembered with grim humor. Then again, as she’d been the one with an arm full of bawling two year old, he couldn’t entirely blame her.
Settling her against the mattress, he blinked as Deunan yelped, fishing behind her into the quilts with a baffled expression. Lifting her slightly to aid in her search, he sighed as toy-plane-number-two was revealed to be hidden amongst the blankets. Carl had left them a little gift it seemed before they’d whisked him away to daycare. Deunan grumbled in annoyance and set the toy on the nightstand where it wouldn’t get in the way. “I swear... our kid gets into frickin’ _everything_... He must get it from you…”
“Surprised we didn’t get a call while on op from Fran begging us to drop the damn thing off.” He agreed. Finding Deunan had done an admirable job loosening his shirt and jacket while he wasn’t paying attention he returned her the favor, peeling off layers of uniform until he had her partly naked beneath him. She pulled him down to kiss him again before he could finish the job, coaxing him up onto the bed as she remembered what they had been doing a moment before.
“He had Boo with him, I remembered that much.” She commented as she came up for air. He marveled at her ability to remember such small details while eagerly working the releases on his trousers, “Need you, handsome.”
“Yeah, I got that impression.” Briareos laughed at their shared desperation. Truthfully he’d been itching for a chance to really tumble his woman properly for a few days now, but there’d just never been a good moment. Work had been insane, and the baby was at an age where he _did_ get into everything… at the most inconvenient moments too. Even with having almost been blown up, getting the afternoon to themselves was a godsend. Feeling Deunan’s mouth on his chest as she tried to keep him on task, he shook his head in amusement. The adrenaline rush didn’t hurt either. He got both hands around her waist, dragging her higher on the mattress so that he could press his face against her shoulder, inhaling her clean scent. Shower fresh and as sexy as ever, he pressed a kiss against her collar bone, and nuzzled the peak of one of her breasts before letting his forehead rest against the valley between the soft mounds. The puckered scar from the shrapnel that had nearly been the death of her was all but gone, but he kissed it just the same. Her hands circled his head, pillowing him against her chest as she too was reminded of Poseidon for a moment.
"You’re never going to let that go?” Deunan asked in quiet dismay. “It was years ago old man. We’ve had dozens of close calls since then.”
“Nothing as close as that.” He disagreed, pressing his face against her chest as he let his hands drift down her smooth skin, enjoying the fact that she was very much whole and alive. “Nearly lost you, girl.”
“Not hardly.” She teased him softly, arching as he tasted the slope of her other breast. “We Knutes are made of stern stuff, you know. You won’t get rid of me that easy.”
“You, woman, aren’t going anywhere.” Briareos told her, lifting himself away from her skin to mock glare at her. “There is no way on earth that I am raising that demon-spawn you brought home without you. You leave me and he’s going straight to the pound with the other unwanted strays.”
“Oi.” Deunan punched him lightly in the head. “He’s half yours, tin-man. I am not to blame for the fact that he’s dexterous as a kid twice his age. That’s all you. My brothers assured me when I was growing up that I was quite stupid as a baby. Apparently I spent hours trying to suck my own feet. He’s certainly not taking after _me_. I blame you and your freakishly high brain mass. Mutant-baby-genius genes must come from your side of the family.”
Arguing about who was, or wasn’t, responsible for their child’s budding skill at causing mayhem didn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around his waist. Briareos sighed and kicked off the last of his clothing, sliding onto the mattress next to his long-time partner. Fretting about junior they could do anytime. Having a bit of much desired quality time with just each other was far more pressing. Deunan pulled his last bit of obstructive platting aside and set to work massaging him where it would do the most good. He sighed again at how good the feel of her deft fingers on his shaft felt. He loved the boy, sure, but the number of times the infant-now-turned-little-person had interrupted their already time-pinched love-life was absurd. Deunan wouldn’t let him sell the kid to the circus, so that meant they’d have to catch what time they could for at least another two years yet. Pulling her hands aside, he shifted her beneath him until he could at last sink into her as he’d been craving for days.
“Speaking of junior, what time do we have to pick him up?” His woman slid her hands over his arms as she moved in time with his first slow strokes.
“Five.” He rolled them so that she was obliged to straddle him as he shifted to find a comfortable sprawl against the mattress. Golden tanned and tightly muscled, she looked lovely above him the afternoon sunlight seeping through the privacy glass enhanced the color of her hair. Deunan smiled wickedly as she adapted to her new position, teasing him with tight rolls of her hips each time she sank onto his shaft. “Can we please not talk about him for half an hour?” He wasn’t above begging.
“What would you rather talk about?” She smiled wider as he caught her hips with his hands, forcing her to behave herself and take their bedplay seriously. Taking the opportunity to get a little of his own back, Briareos surged up into her, laying claim to the tight heat of her body, making them both gasp with change in tempo. Deunan’s eyes closed as she ground down against him, inner muscles clamping against his shaft as she forgot her own question. “Jesus, Bri. Any deeper and I’ll be able to taste you…”
Her excitement only served to feed his own, both of them reveling in the ability to enjoy a rare bit of unrestrained sex. Rather than answer her, he slid his hands down to cup and squeeze her tight ass as she made breathy little noises of pleasure above him. Body already fever hot around him, Deunan arched and reached behind her to catch his hands in hers, showing off her tight muscles as she rode him with the strength of her legs alone. The idea of a sexy amazon getting herself off on riding his cock wasn’t bad at all. Briareos admired the view for a few strokes before the urge to take her hard and fast overcame him again. Slippery and wet around his dick, she was more than ready for something a bit rough, he mused as he sat up, forcing her to hang onto his shoulders as he shifted them again. Her moan of excitement as he stood up was almost enough to make him forget any sort of plan and just fall back into bed with her. But the impulse he’d had hours ago at HQ was stronger still.
The urge to pick his girl up, still sooty and dressed in her fighting combat armor, and screw her senseless against the wall in celebration of them both still being alive had been terribly hard to resist. Her coy ‘come hither’ look had been all he’d needed to concoct the fantasy. Had they still been the pair of lunatics they’d been back in LA he might have even given in to the burst of insanity and done it too. Thankfully for both their reputations, she’d looked away, and he’d bit his tongue, and they’d avoided giving their teammates an eyeful.
Briareos pressed her up against a clean patch of wall next to their closet door, pinning her between his hips and the smooth plaster as he satisfied his lingering dream of having his way with her against the first available surface they found. Deunan wrapped her legs around his waist as she arched to match his hips, shoulders tight against the wall for leverage as she panted and moaned for him to give her more. Motherhood hadn’t changed her at all in that regard, he admitted to himself with pleasure, resting his forehead against the wall above her as he bent to her request with a will. Deunan was still the sexiest, wildest, most outrageous woman he knew.
Somewhere between her release and his own, they ended up on the carpet. Well contented with life, Briareos petted his woman’s hair and spine as she sprawled over his chest, humming happily at his touch as she cooled off. Glancing up at the messy bedding, now almost entirely on the floor with them, he had to sigh. So much for being mature and responsible parental-types, it seemed. Rather than picking up around the house, or buying groceries, or collecting their squirt early for some ‘family time’ they were enjoying the afterglow of a belated nooner on the carpet like a pair of idiots. He couldn’t bring himself to feel ashamed of their time ill-spent. The kid would never know they _hadn’t_ been working, and the groceries could keep one more day. Picking up the apartment was a never-ending process. So in the end they might as well have spent an hour having sex instead. Tracing the contours of Deunan’s lower back, Briareos wondered if maybe he couldn’t talk her into a second round before they were obliged to go collect their social-experiment-in-the-making from daycare and see about dinner.
“Would I be a totally reprehensible woman… If I were to propose we try that again, on the bed this time, before grabbing a shower and pretending to be civilized for the rest of the day?” Deunan stretched briefly before folding her arms under her chin and smiling up at him. Mind reader that she was, she proposed exactly what he’d been thinking a moment before. “Because as nice as that was. I was thinking… we have that massage oil still… and my shoulders are really tight…”
“Bribing me to rub your shoulders in exchange for sex?” He mused, pulling her into his lap as he slowly sat up. “I dunno. That’s pretty shameful, really. I mean, what about rubbing _my_ shoulders, huh?”
“I’ll rub _something_ for you, handsome.” Her line was terrible, but the feel of her body shifting against him was pretty damned convincing.
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Yes, they very unimaginatively named their offspring 'Carl jr.' Deunan was campeigning for something over the top and greek... Briareos wanted a name that wouldn't get their kid beaten up in school... 'Carl' was the compromise they settled on after they realized a month had passed and 'As-Yet-Unnamed-Knute' was falling behind on his paperwork.