Missing You
He missed her.
With almost every single moment of his time both awake and asleep were consumed by the thought of her.
The thought of her wicked smirk as she caressed his thigh with her petite ankle, knowing all too well what kind of effect it would bring him.
The though of her mouth lingering on his skin as she showered him with her kisses, quietly murmuring the kind of things he wouldn't be able to repeat without blushing.
The feeling of her pressing herself against him, willing and eager as he moved inside her…
Unfortunately, he wasn't with her, but on mission at Argos.
The king of Argos, a middle-aged man named Danaus, had summoned him to solve his urgent problem of a possible rebellion being plotted against him. Or so he said. Soon Hercules realized that the story was simply a cover-up of something else altogether. The people he claimed of rebelling were simple merchants unwilling to pay his taxes, but the problem was quickly solved by simply sitting down and discussing it out. Surely the great king did not need Hercules for this simple reason? For he had traveled all the way to stay at Argos for his demand.
And while he was away from home, Hercules missed her terribly. He missed the taste of her skin, he missed the way she would look at him coyly through her eyelashes, how only she could bring him to an oblivion simply by looking at him on a certain manner. The things she could do at and with him…
Hercules gritted his teeth together, bringing himself reluctantly back to the present moment.
He shook his head, trying to will himself to concentrate.
He was waiting for king Danaus, ready to give his briefing on the solved situation, but the king took his sweet time, making him wait. Hercules wasn't an impatient man by any means, but the current circumstances made him restless.
Finally, the king arrived, and he was being followed by his numerous daughters. Hercules had heard a rumor that the king had over fifty daughters with all his concubines, but no sons. Obviously all his daughters were very pretty and well-mannered in their own way. But none of them compared to her.
The official part of the meeting was quickly resolved and Hercules felt as if they were only getting into the real matter as the king looked at him with a keen eye.
"Ah, but how could I ever repay you, son of Zeus?" King jollily told him, knitting his hands together with what seemed like a friendly smile on his face. The king was an aging man with grey on both his hair and his beard and in his youth he had probably been a lean warrior: now the lavish lifestyle had taken its toll on his frame.
"A hero needs no reward, your Highness," Hercules replied, hearing the swoons and giggles of the girls present. Somehow this too made him feel uneasy.
"Ah. Is that so? Well, I did have something in my mind. You see…" The king begun, getting up and came standing beside Hercules, putting his arm around him.
"You see, I have many daughters. And you may pick any one of them. Just choose one, go ahead," the king drew a half circle with his other hand, pointing at his daughters, who were still giggling behind their hands.
"I beg your pardon?" Hercules shook his head in disbelief, not believing a word he had heard.
"Yes, yes, you can pick any one of them. Or all of them, if that pleases you more. You are a son of Zeus, are you not? He is too known for his relentless appetite when it comes to women. And sometimes beautiful young men as well," The king jabbed in what he must have thought was a playful manner.
Hercules gritted his teeth together, trying to calm his temper. He had heard enough of his Father's affairs throughout his lifetime and being compared to him in this matter always made his blood boil.
"I'm well aware of my Father's reputation. But I'm not him," Hercules slowly replied.
"Oh?" The king's smirk died ever so slightly.
"Yes, I have an intended back at home. And I am loyal to her," Hercules elaborated.
"The daughter of king Creon, what was her name again? Oh, I have heard of her. They say only Aphrodite herself rivals her in her beauty and that you are quite taken with her. But you see, I simply want a grandson sired by the direct bloodline of the Gods. I want my bloodline continuing after me. That's not too much asked, is it? She never needs to know, this intended of yours," the king Danaus still pressed on, not letting the matter go.
"Megara. Her name is Megara," Hercules told him. It felt as if simply stating her name brought a spark back to his being.
"And she is more beautiful than Aphrodite herself, but she's also brave, smart, funny, loyal and thousand other things as well that I could account for the rest of this night. Altogether she's an amazing person. The point is that I love her. I love her more than I love anything else in this world, I love her more than I love my life. And that is why I don't either want or need anyone other than her," Hercules sternly told him and his daughters, who very mostly openly pouting at him at this point. Before the king had time to reply, Hercules carried on.
"If this is all, I'm flying back to my home at Thebes this very night. I wish you luck at finding spouses to your lovely daughters," Hercules hurriedly bowed and all but fled to find Pegasus at the stables.
He made his way back in a daze, still taken aback by what had taken place at king Danaus' palace. When he finally made it back, it was already late at night and darkness had fallen over Thebes. At home, he took Pegasus to its stables, saying goodnight to his loyal companion before entering his home.
Actually, now it was their home, as he found the endearing form of Meg curled up on the divan in a tight bundle. He knelt beside her, pressing a soft kiss on her knuckles. This stirred her up, and her initial confusion was soon replaced by a welcoming smile.
"Oh, hi. You're already back. How was Argos?" Meg asked sleepily.
Hercules simply groaned, burying his head against her. For a moment, she simply caressed his hair with her nimble fingers, which was enough to calm him down.
"That well, huh? What happened?" Meg then asked, sitting up and making some space beside her where he eagerly sat, still enjoy her closeness.
"It was a set up. I mean, he wanted me to pick one of his daughters. Or even all of them," Hercules recounted, shaking his head.
"Excuse me?" Meg looked at him with disbelief.
"Yeah, that was pretty much my initial reaction. But the king kept pressing on and I pretty much just bailed out," Hercules ended his story short.
"Ouch. I'm sorry, I've heard that king Danaus is pretty much a scumbag, but I didn't realize he was a scumbag of this level. I'm sorry you had to go through that ordeal. It still bothers you, doesn't it?" Meg pointed out and once again Hercules was impressed by how quickly she could sort out the things he was going through inside his own mind.
"It does, he compared me to my father Zeus, expecting me to follow his suit," Hercules confided to her, slowly caressing her hand with his own.
"You once told me that our parents won't define us as people. We do it by ourselves," Meg gently reminded him and he fondly smiled back at her.
"Yes, I suppose you're right- I mean, I was right when I told you that. I just loathed the way he talked of you and us," Hercules carried on.
"Us?" Meg frowned.
"Yes, well, obviously the word had reached also Argos of you and me. And of us," Hercules continued.
"He knows nothing of you. Or nothing us, in any matter. He doesn't know you as a person. If he would, he would never compare you to your Father in this matter. You see, you are different. And special. Almost too good to be true," Meg teased him with a smile, but she than became serious once again.
"And that is also one of the reasons why I love you," Meg told him gently, honestly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand and he wished he would never have to let go of her nor her hand. He saw the raw emotion in her eyes, the vulnerability she had hard time at revealing, which she was still willing to share with him. This made him love her even more.
"And I love you, Meg, I love more than I have ever loved anything else," he replied before she captured his lips for a kiss that was both sweet and lingering, yet somehow demanding and almost desperate. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her ever closer and when they finally had to break apart, he kept pressing lingering kisses on her neck, her face, her sternum or any other place he was able to reach. She let out a small throaty laugh, which made him almost desperate with need. He tried to contain himself, looking at her petite form beside himself. There was still something that was bothering him.
"But why were you sleeping here and not at the bed?" Hercules frowned, gently caressing her curly locks messed by her slumber.
"Oh. Well, that bed feels too massive when I'm sleeping alone in there. It makes me… Miss you even more," Meg replied in a manner that was almost unusually timid for her and he felt a rush of tenderness running through his veins.
"I'm here now. And if only I could decide, you would never have to sleep alone," Hercules told her, only than realizing how his words could be understood as well, which made him blush. Meg smirked in an almost predatory fashion which made him forget of everything else in a heartbeat. He simply remembered how much he had missed her and missed feeling her.
"Ooh, that sounds like a promise I would like to make you keep. Every night, again and again," Meg purred against his earlobe, pressing herself against him. He groaned, feeling almost uncomfortable in his tunic now.
"Would you like to start with this night or do we wait?" Meg playfully asked, pulling away.
"To Hades with waiting, I think we have waited enough," Hercules told her as he hoisted her in his arms. She shrieked with laughter, which died down as he kissed her again. He carried her to their bedroom, gently placing her down to their bed and lowering himself atop of her. Her nimble fingers were quickly wrapped around his length and he groaned with pleasure as she worked her magic on him. He felt himself inching towards the euphoria, but he stopped her efforts before that could happen: no, he had other plans for this night. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, gently exploring her sweet spot with his hands. Meg moaned against his mouth, all eager and ready.
"Take me, I'm yours, Wonderboy," Meg purred, using the same phrase she had stated when they had first met, but it was now given an entirely new context.
Neither of them needed more encouraging. In a hurried fashion, they were exposed of all their remaining clothes and ever so gently he entered her. She whimpered, enjoying the sensation of him filling her to the brim which felt so good that it was almost painful. He started moving, slowly, but was quickly picking up the pace. Meg closed her eyes, drinking in every moment as she held tightly onto him. He had already come a long way from the innocent, naïve farm-boy, to this eager lover and Meg rather enjoyed this transformation, as endearing as his blushing innocence had been. They could feel the momentum building up, the much awaited release nearing up to them.
"I am yours as you are mine, son of Zeus, this night and all nights that will follow," Meg whispered to his ear and he groaned as the pleasure clouded his mind.
"Yes. Yes, I am," Hercules agreed willingly, feeling his release catching up to him and Meg soon followed after him. He sank down next to her on their bed, their bodies still wrapped around each other. He placed a kiss on her sweaty temple, pulling her even closer to his broad chest.
"You are mine, and I am yours, this night and all the nights that will follow," Hercules repeated her words, as a quiet promise to her. She hummed, the sleep slowly creeping back to her. This night, his dreams finally brought him rest as he was finally back at home with her, where he belonged.
The next morning, Hercules felt momentarily disoriented and unsure where he currently was. For a moment, he thought that he was still on the road, away from her. He thought that touching and feeling her had only been a sweetest dream possible, but as he opened his eyes, looking at his surroundings he came to the conclusion that this wasn't the case.
Laying next to him at the bed he saw a waterfall of fragrant, auburn hair and the naked alabaster skinned back of his beloved. As he could hear her rhythmic breathing, he came to the conclusion that she was still asleep. Unable to stop himself, he let his hand gently track down her skin, as if to make sure that she truly was there next to him and not just some vision his own mind had conjured up. He heard her sigh in her sleep, then she turned to her other side, facing him. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing her exquisite violet colored eyes.
"Hey," Meg greeted him a bit groggily.
"Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to wake up," Hercules replied, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Hmph, I don't mind waking up to this," Meg purred back, scooting closer to him.
Hercules smiled, wrapping his arms protectively around her.
"You have no idea how much I missed you while I was away," Hercules confided, breathing in that unique fragrance of hers, so intoxicating and exotic. Meg hummed, momentarily closing her eyes again and for a moment Hercules thought she had drifted back to sleep.
"You were gone for four days, you do know that?" Meg than jabbed back at him, opening her eyes and proving his assumption wrong.
"Well, any amount of time away from you is too much, if you ask me," Hercules stroke gently the skin of her bare arm.
Meg then smiled, even more tenderly than before.
"Well, I do agree on that. Any amount of time for us to be apart IS too much. Maybe you should bring me along in the future, like a good-luck memento?" Meg offered, nibbling his lower lip.
"Ah, I suspect you would keep me so occupied that my work would be left undone," Hercules groaned.
"Mhm, yes sir, I would keep you very much distracted and occupied. And that wouldn't be the only thing left undone," Meg agreed, whispering the last part to his ear and climbing to straddle him from his waist, kissing him hungrily.
"Is that a promise?" Hercules tried to manage a poor attempt of a joke.
"Oh, it is. I guess we would better start practicing in advance, just in case," Meg quipped back, adjusting her position and making Hercules groan again.
"Oh. Oh. What ever you call this, Meg, I'm in," he willingly agreed, enjoying the delicious friction of their bodies.
"Oh yes you are, Wonderboy," Meg confirmed with a moan, starting to move languidly, then picking up the pace. Hercules gripped her hips, gritting his teeth together as he tried to keep his composition. He did not understand how any woman could keep pushing him to the edge with this intensity time after time? She rode him faster and faster until they both were left breathless, reaching their peak together.
Afterwards, Hercules collected her in his arms, savoring every moment. These were the moments he would most likely remember once they had to part yet again. But right now, he had everything he needed right here with him. This woman and their shared bed, this was his own, personal Olympus. And she was the Goddess he worshiped and adored.
-A/N: So, you guys seem to like my one-shots, so here's another one that's been sitting on laptop for a while now. I'm obviously not a big fan of the toxic masculinity that ancient Greek tales are full of, so this is kind of a critique to all that. And yes, obviously this contained quite much adult themes, but I guess you guys are okay with that? *smirk*