There was an undeniable tension in the air as they stepped into Kira’s apartment, and Hercules seemed entirely intent upon slipping away to brood. However, Kira was quick to grab him by the arm, holding his strong bicep in her hand.
"Wait just a moment, Hercules," she murmured. He hesitated for a moment, turning to face her with an uncertain expression. "I wanted… I wanted to try something," she continued quietly. His face morphed into one of confusion, but he remained still and silent as she raised her hands to cup either side of his face in her palms. She could almost feel the stubble of his beard, the heat of his flesh, though she knew it wasn't truly there. If she could believe the illusion so intensely, however, what was the harm in exploring it further?
She stood on her tiptoes, leaning in to capture his ghostly lips with her own. He nearly jolted away in shock but settled into her embrace as she parted her lips to brush her tongue against his. She tangled her hands in his hair, hair that only she could see, hair for her alone. She squeezed her eyes shut against the sensations, feeling his stiff hands shifting from his side to rest on her hips. Her skin felt as if it were being set alight, and she pressed further against him as their kiss grew more passionate. Moments passed with them simply tangled in each others' embrace, before Hercules drew away to meet her gaze.
“What are you--” he began, cut short when she desperately kissed him once more.
“Just...j-just,” she paused, all but sobbing out gasps. “Please. I’ve never felt like this before. Please. I don’t even know if it’s possible, but can you just try,” she asked pleadingly. He considered her with a quirked brow, and she reddened beneath his stare. “Make love to me,” she whispered, moving to draw away just enough to pull her shirt off over her head. His eyes widened as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, allowing it to fall away from her sizeable breasts. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but the sudden rush of heat that swept over her certainly was not it. He reached out to touch her, his hand quaking as he hesitated and drew away.
"I… if I start, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop," he murmured weakly. She smiled tenderly, reaching out to grab his hand. She placed it on her breast, marveling at how she could see her skin through his translucent form. He groaned gutturally, and she kept her grip on his hand, leading him to her bedroom.
"I just want to feel you," she murmured encouragingly, leading the apparition to her bed. She flopped back on the mattress, smirking up at him as he shifted on top of her. He pressed his hands to her breasts, taking a shuddering breath that he didn't need. She arched into his touch, and he gently teased her nipples to attention. She gasped out his name, pressing her thighs together. He gently reached between her legs, parting her thighs just enough to cup her at the apex. She ground against his hand as much as she could, the friction from her pants providing little relief. He slipped his hand past her waistband, dipping his fingers into her soaked entrance. He rubbed her at an almost agonizingly slow pace, brushing his thumb to her eagerly straining nub. "Hercules," she gasped out, struggling to swallow the words that wanted to spill past her lips.
"You feel so incredible," he murmured, rutting against her thigh.
“I… I’m so close,” she managed, tensing her hands in his hair. As she clenched around his fingers, she squeezed her eyes closed against her oncoming ecstasy. The bed seemed to shake beneath her, and when she finally hit that unmistakable peak, a desperate yowl spilled past her lips.
The lights flickered, and the ghost man seemed to reach whatever height of pleasure he could manage in his current form. He hunched over, rubbing her aching clit to milk her for every drop she was worth. She continued to gasp and moan, reaching up to tangle her hands in his hair. She brought his lips to her own once more, swallowing the declaration that her afterglow had her wanting to shout to the heavens.
“That was…,” Hercules began, trailing off when he couldn’t form the words.
“Indescribable,” she murmured. “The best lay I’ve ever had, and it’s with a ghost,” she chuckled, receiving a playful nudge in turn.
“Well… if we can break this curse, perhaps you’ll be able to experience it with flesh and blood,” he teased. She grinned, allowing her head to droop on the pillow. She gripped his hand in her own, blinking when his presence seemed to… flicker, almost. She jolted upright, watching the fear and confusion dancing in his eyes as he seemed to be losing control of his form.
“What’s going on?” She blurted desperately, reaching out to grab him. The only way she could think to explain what she was seeing is that it looked remarkably similar to a computer glitch. His form became almost static-like, before disappearing from sight altogether. After a moment, the ‘glitching’ seemed to cease. He looked much paler than before, similar to the stereotypical ghost she had imagined in her books.
“I… I think I’m beginning to lose my tether to this world,” he muttered, examining his ghostly white hand. His eyes glowed a faint shade of red, and Kira had to swallow a sob as she attempted to gather him into her arms. She fell right through him, the parts of her that intersected the ghost man feeling unspeakably cold.
“No! No! We have to have more time,” she cried out desperately.
“Another episode like that and I don’t… I don’t think I can hold on any longer. Holding on, even now… it hurts,” he said weakly. She jerked away from him, considering his nearly invisible form with tears streaming down her cheeks.
It seemed she was running out of time. It was now or never.