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Everything was finally winding down on Earth. It looked like early morning in Thebes, but with all the chaos that happened on Olympus Apollo was probably having some problems attending to his normal sun raising duties. Hercules and Meg had stuck close to one another throughout the celebrations. All of Thebes, all of Greece it felt like, wanted to shake Hercules’ hand or slap him on the back. Every kind of accolade, congratulations, praise, and platitude had been said over the course of that evening in one way or another until the couple finally excused themselves to return to Hercules’ villa.
The sky was still dark and the villa had been empty due to the disasters, so there was no light save for the dim starlight that passed through the few windows of Hercules’ home. It was just enough for them to maneuver their way through the gargantuan home of the Grecian hero.
His hand was clammy in hers. He rarely let go of her the entire night, but as they walked through the villa Meg could feel the perspiration on his palms. Hercules had been completely silent since they’d left. To her it had been nothing, but torture. Her head filling with questions and fears that made her pulse race.
Does he regret saving her? Giving up his godhood, his immortality?
She looked up at the demigod as they walked together. She knew he could feel her stare on him as he picked up their pace and squeezed her hand a little tighter, but he refused to look at her.
“Herc” she said. “What’s wrong?”
He stopped and turned around to look at her. His eyes seemed a much deeper shade of blue in the dim lighting, but for some reason were still the brightest feature on his face; probably something she could attribute to his godliness.
Hercules stared at her then let out a sigh and dropped his head. He took her other hand in his and raised her knuckles to his lips. The kiss was soft, Meg could barely feel it, but Hercules’ brow was wrinkled with agony.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
Oh. The big lug.
“I promised I would never hurt you. I…I’m so sorry Meg.”
She couldn’t help the smile on her face, or the laugh that came with it. His head came up sharply at the sound of her laugh. Meg took her hands from his and wrapped her arms around his waist resting her hands on the wide stretch of his upper back. She laid her head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his now mortal heart. She raised herself on tiptoes to present her lips for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and hesitantly returned it. She pulled away smiling as she did.
“It’ll take a lot more than some little old column for you to get rid of me now Wonder Boy.”
He returned her smile and kissed her again, this one lasting longer than the last.
“I’ll always be here for you Meg, for as long as you’ll have me.”
He was just too perfect. She broke apart their embrace to hide her racing heart and took one of his arms in hers as they resumed their walk.
“So where were we going anyways?”
“I have some special ointments and potions in my room that could help with pain or bruising in my room.”
“And you just wanted to what? Rub them on my body for me? I’ve never heard it put that way before Wonder Boy. Is that what they called it on the farm?”
He stopped mid-step and practically fell face first after losing his grip on Meg and reality. He turned toward her unfortunately unable to hide the growing blush on his face.
“What? No! I’m not… that wasn’t my intention…I would never” he tried to stutter through his embarrassment. The demigod’s ears began to turn the brightest shade of pink and she knew she had him.
This was too much. She had better stop now before her laughter became a cackle. She really was just awful to him. Oh well. He was stuck with her now and Meg had no doubt that Wonder Boy’s skin would either have to thicken or remain various shades of pink under her constant licentious teasing. She was hoping the latter.
Meg continued to walk down the dim hallway towards Hercules’ room; her hands clasped behind her, hips swaying a little more than usual. She didn’t know what was going to happen now. She was a free woman. Her destiny and soul hers to command, but as she looked back at the dumbstruck hero Meg knew that no matter where life took her she wanted him there right there with her.
“C’mon hero I’ve got an ache and I need some ointment”
She didn’t even know demigods could wheeze.