All the Rage in Egypt
by Melospiza
A/N: Yet another drabble that got too long.
"You have all of these little groupies and you've never taken advantage of one of them?"
"No. No, of course not, I wouldn't do something like that. Why would I do something like that?"
Meg reflected, with a sigh, that there was a reason she went for bad boys. Hercules was wonderful – of course he was, and she was deeply in love with him, but when he went around showing off all of those rippling muscles and then insisting upon putting her to bed with a kiss on the cheek and nothing else; well, a girl could only take so much.
"Do we have to talk about this right now?" She could hear the shuffle of his sandals against the floor as he sat on the couch on the other side of the screen, squirming like a bug on a pin. She sighed again, loud, demonstrative.
"No, I guess not."
She smoothed her loose hair over her bare shoulders, then added the final touch; a polished circlet with strings of beads that tinkled and glittered in her dark hair. Stepping out from behind the screen, she ran her hands over her slim hips and gave Hercules a broad smile.
"What do you think?"
His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. It would likely take all of his considerable strength to pick his jaw up off of the floor. She minced closer, careful not to disarray the crisp pleats of her floor-length tunic, the white linen enveloping her figure snugly up to just beneath her breasts. They were bare. He was staring. She draped herself across his lap and slid an arm around his broad shoulders, smirking.
"It's all the rage in Egypt," she said.
He stammered. Well, this was progress.