Prompt: why is there a strange girl in my bed?
Arthur was used to Merlin bringing home stray animals. The first time, it'd been a kitten. Then, a sparrow. The last animal had been a dog and despite Arthur's grumbles about animals soiling his once pristine penthouse apartment (it was pristine until Merlin moved in), Arthur felt he'd been really quite generous about the whole thing.
But this time, he really needed to have a good, long talk to Merlin because right now, lying on his bed, was a strange girl. Her face was buried in his pillow and she was curled up on her side. For some reason, the thought that she looked as if she belonged in his bed popped into his head. Arthur shook his head immediately. What a foolish thought. No woman belonged in his bed. They made visits but they never stayed.
Still, something made him lean over and push a lock of hair out of her face. She was a pretty one and under more normal circumstances, he might have been interested in getting to know her better. Was she homeless? She didn't look it - her clothes, while not like the branded finery his dates usually wore looked clean and classy and she certainly wasn't skinny. Perhaps she was running away from something. In sleep, her features were relaxed and she looked vulnerable. Did Merlin learn about her troubles and thought to rescue her?
He needed to call Merlin. Digging into his pockets for his mobile phone, he turned away only to turn back when he heard movement. She shifted a little, then her eyes fluttered open. For a moment, she glanced at him and smiled a soft, tentative smile.
Desire shot through him.
"Oh my god," She sat up, grabbed the blankets and covered herself. "Why are you here?"
Amused, he smiled. "Because this is my room and you're in my bed."
She blinked, as if trying to process his words. "This isn't Merlin's room?"
Arthur shook his head, dropping his phone back into his pocket. "Wait - you and Merlin didn't do anything on my bed, did you?"
"Me and Merlin? Oh god no. No. I just - it's a long story. Maybe -"
"Isn't that convenient. I'm hungry and I'm free. How about you get washed up - you can use my bathroom - and we go for lunch and you can tell me all about this story." He wasn't actually hungry and when she was in the bathroom, he was going to have to postpone a few meetings. But she intrigued him and suddenly, he was keen to get to know her better.