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"Say that again?" Apollo choked out, having pulled away from Athena and stopped thrusting as soon as his brain comprehended what she was saying.
Aware that Apollo's arousal had been snuffed out, but still very much horny herself, Athena moaned out again, "I want to have your baby!"
And that was it. Apollo was out for the night, the heels of his hands pressed to his eyes and his elbows resting on his knobby knees.
Athena moved her hands up between Apollo's thighs and caressed them, trying to revive whatever had been there a few moments ago.
Apollo shook his head, moved his hands from his eyes, and carefully pushed her hands from his legs.
Frustrated but understanding, Athena curled up against his side. "Rats."
Apollo laughed in self-derision. "'Rats'? That's all?"
"Well, if you're not feeling it, it's not going to happen, y'know?"
"That's- it wasn't, I mean-"
"Just spit it out, Apollo. I can take it!"
"The thing about hav-having my baby." His voice cracked when he stuttered. "That, uh, really killed the mood. For me. I mean, for you-was that sexy or something?"
"Huh?" Athena thought for a few moments, and flicked at her earring. "Oh, that. It's just something you say in the heat of the moment, you know? Like on TV, when they're just FWB, and one of them accidentally says, "I love you."
Apollo's face was relieved, but he grinned a little. "I've never heard anyone talk about having babies and it be 'a heat of the moment thing'." His expression was solemn again, a little embarrassed, when he added, "I mean, you don't, right? Want to-"
"No way! I'm 19, Apollo!" she seemed shocked that he could have suggested such a thing. "Not my kink. Besides," she punches a fist into her other hand, "I can't ever get up to your level with a rugrat, Mr. Big-Shot-Khurain-Lawyer."
Ah, there she was. It always had to be a competition with Athena. "That all just kind of-fell into my lap."
"Okay, but who could have worked so hard for as many months as you have, going up against Prosecutor Sahdmadhi and working through that backlog?"
"You make it seem like he and I are boxers or something."
Athena shrugged. "I mean. . ."
"He doesn't throw his prayer beads at me anymore."
"I figured he'd stop, after his whole undercover thing was out and the revolution and-yeah."
Well, that had escalated fast. Apollo ran his hands through Athena's hair, grounding himself in the here and now, before he realized that he'd left her hanging. "You can finish, I mean, or I can try with my hands or whatever. Sorry, I should have said that earlier."
Athena rolled her shoulders and sighed, putting her hand on top of Apollo's as it trailed through her hair. "I'm good. And I knew it. You don't really forget being aroused, you know."
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Athena was almost asleep when Apollo shook her shoulder. "I just wanted to-I mean." He was blushing.
"Whuhzzit?" Athena managed.
Apollo looked down at his hands and played with his fingers, trying to find the right way to say it.
"I just-um, you do know you can't get pregnant from the kind of sex we were having, right?"