A/n: Sorry that this took so long. My muse left me!

"Arthur, why are you standing there as if you just eaten a bowl of prunes," Gwen questioned curiously.

He didn't know quiet how to answer his wife's question. He liked the pink and black bikini in the store when he purchased it; however, he didn't like the reality of the bikini. Guinevere stood near a set of clear glass balcony doors with her hands resting gently on her hips. Arthur shook his golden blonde hair as his blue eyes roamed over her tone brown legs and flat stomach. He didn't like the way the bikini top hugged her breasts. The bottom was way too small to fit over her curves of her bottom. Her little legs seemed longer in black jeweled flip flops. She just stood there looking lovely as jealousy oozed through his veins. His instincts told him not to say one word on the subject. He bought it; he had to deal with the consequences.

Arthur lowered his eyes like a child that had been caught in the biscuit jar. "Guinevere, you look amazing. It seems like million years since I've seen you dressed …. in such a manner."

"I think that's a compliment. So I'll take it."

"Oh, it's a compliment." Arthur wanted to rip it from her body, and toss her on their bed. He knew that it was a bad idea.

"Are you ready for the beach, darling?"

"Don't you need a shirt or a cover up?"

Gwen arched a dark eyebrow at Arthur. "Yes, if I would like a heatstroke."

Arthur offered his wife a sweet grin. "I'm just looking out for your welfare."

"This bikini is remarkable."

"I can think of a few other words," Arthur muttered.

Once they reached the sandy beach, Arthur went in search for Gwaine and Merlin, whom he found at the beach bar. He did a double take when a monkey carrying a margarita breezed past him. He shut his heavy eyelids to make sure that he wasn't seeing things. The warm sand felt squishy under his feet and he was just in a foul mood. It was as if Gwen was determined to annoy him at the beach. First, she found the skimpy bikini. Second, she chatted with school boys. Then, she had to do the whole rubbing on sunblock, little circles up and down her legs. Her long curly dark hair tossed over her shoulder and every time she moved her shoulders, her breasts bounced up and down. It might not have been such a stressful time for Arthur, had it not been for a bunch of teenage boys ogling Gwen every time that she moved. She wouldn't sit still. He left before he hit one of these kids. He felt ridiculously silly over a bunch of schoolboys. He should just wrap her in a towel, grab her and toss her over his shoulder. They could spend the day in their suite.

His internal muttering came to a halt, when he spotted Gwaine and Merlin sitting at the poolside bar drinking with a bunch of monkeys. Yes, he heard funny rumors about the monkeys on St. Kitts, but he didn't expect his two best friends to buy drinks for monkeys. Maybe, he thought the monkeys would be smart enough not to hang out with Merlin and Gwaine. Two monkeys sat on the counter drinking a Strawberry Daiquiris as Merlin and Gwaine laughed and joked with each other. They tossed nachos in their mouths as they were guzzling their beers. Arthur wanted to discuss his irritation over Gwen's new bikini.

They are unbelievable. They are drinking with monkeys. I bet the monkeys are more reasonable than Merlin and Gwaine. What has the world come to? Drinking with monkeys?

"What are you doing?" Arthur barked.

Gwaine swung around in his chair. "I'm having a few drinks with my friends, Arthur".

Merlin raised his drink in Arthur's direction as to say cheers.

"Leon, Elyan, and Percy, where are they?"

Merlin and Gwaine exchange looks and shrugged. "I think they went surfing or something. We didn't ask."

Arthur gritted his teeth as he counted to 10 in his mind. They weren't going to be help with his problem.

Frustrated, Arthur threw his hands into the air as he stomped back to find his wife. It would be worth it in his mind to spend the night in jail, if he found one of those schoolboys near his woman.

Gwen said nothing when Arthur whined that he couldn't spend another moment at the beach. She merely smiled grabbed her bag and floppy hat. Gwen offered him her hand. She slid her arm around his waist, as she attempted to reassure him that she wasn't interested in a bunch of silly 20-year-olds at the beach. Arthur placed his large hand over her dainty one as they strolled back to their suite. Gwen listened to his heartbeat calming. Older couples smiled as they sauntered past them in the crowded lobby. Slumping on their bed, Arthur grabbed a local magazine to check out a few sites that might appeal to them. His mind raced when he saw an advertisement for a botanical garden in a local sugar plantation dating back to the 1800s. A light bulb flashed in his mind.

"Guinevere, would you like to see tropical flowers?"

Arthur waited for Gwen to answer his questions. Perhaps, she was still in the shower and couldn't hear his brilliant suggestion. He thought it was a perfect solution to their dilemma. He imagined Gwen surrounded by rainbow hued flowerbeds and the best no teenage boys at a flower garden. A beautiful refined tropical garden would not have monkeys downing alcoholic drinks with his two best friends. Finally, he could spend some alone time with Gwen. Grinning like a cheshire cat, Arthur placed his hands behind his head as he leaned back into the soft pillows. Finally, he was beginning to enjoy this trip.

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Gwen entwined her fingers with Arthur as they strolled around the botanical gardens. She couldn't believe the heavy fragrance of the many different blooms, exotic and local, as she strolled about the gardens. The blooms were so vibrant and colorful; she couldn't resist tracing her fingers along silky soft petals. She looked Arthur with lowered eyes; she loved him in white. It was quite the challenge to keep her fingers tracing his heavy white linen shirt as he guided her through the gardens. She hadn't seen him so relaxed in years. He wore khaki shorts and flip-flops. His blonde hair tousled like a schoolboy that she fell in love with so many years ago. It was like they were caught in a time warp before everything went so haywire, and before it became the end of everything.

She couldn't look into his deep sapphire blue eyes because she was afraid that she wouldn't see forever. Deep in her heart, Gwen realized sooner or later Arthur would regain his memories, and everything that went with it, including the pain of their failing marriage and the death of their son…. John. For a brief moment, Gwen wished that Arthur would never regain his memories. She didn't want to wish away the wonderful months when she was pregnant at the same time, she enjoyed being with him again. She enjoyed knowing Arthur could once again be the man that she loved deeply and desperately. She didn't want to spend another day without Arthur in her life, but she knew she couldn't deal with Arthur when his grimy traces of Uther slipped from his skin like a bad horror film. Gwen leaned over a weathered wooden rail to stare at jumping frogs in a pond. She could see a few tropical fish swimming in dark murky water. She shivered when a pair of familiar fingers traced gently over her ear. Arthur's lips brushed a kiss against her brow as he slipped a pink and white lily into her dark hair.

"You can't be a goddess without beautiful flowers," Arthur whispered darkly into Gwen's hair.

Gwen felt tingly all over and was at a loose of words. She was his. And they were in public. She knew deep in her heart that she would make love to him, if they were alone.

"Guinevere, are you hungry?"

Gwen sighed. "No, not really."

"Well, I could eat a tree. So, why don't we grab some lunch back at the hotel?"

Gwen grinned. "I thought I spied a restaurant a few miles back. Why don't we eat there? After dinner, we can go dancing or something?"

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Waves crashed in the background as Gwen strolled along the beach with Arthur, their fingers intertwined. A slight breeze lifted her curly hair around her face. Heavy fragrant air hung around them as they walked silently.

"Let's go in the water."

"My dress."

"Pull it up."

Gwen grabbed the hem of her yellow and white flower printed maxi dress as Arthur tugged her in the direction of the surf. Her toes sunk into wet sand, waves crashing around her feet. Smiling, Gwen dropped her dress as she chased Arthur along the shore. He stuck out his tongue. Gwen grabbed a handful of wet sand, and flung at his chest.

She jumped with joy when it splattered across his chest. She raced towards the pier when Arthur ran towards her. Giggling, they fell on warm sand when Arthur caught her ankle.

Pulling her towards him, Arthur placed her hands near her head.

"What's funny, now?"

Gwen kicked his hard thighs. "Nothing, you win."

"Fine, I'm getting a prize."

Arthur kissed her softly; Gwen opened her lips slightly as Arthur leisurely explored her mouth. His hands moved to her face. Gwen's wove her arms around his neck.

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Bright sunlight forced Gwen to open her eyes. She attempted to sit up, but Arthur's arm blocked her movement. Rubbing her eyes, Gwen wondered why her nightgown was so cool. Sitting up, Gwen realized that her skin was bare. Peeking under the sheets, she swallowed a scream.

"What did we do?"

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Morgana tossed the morning gossip rags on her table. Smirking, she lifted a cup of coffee to her scarlet painted lips.

"Perhaps, little brother, you need a little note about your lovey wife. Surely, she told you about Helios? How did your jealousy deal with their sweet little video? Maybe, you need a refresher?"

Morgana giggled as she flicked her laptop on, and quickly typed an email.

A/N: Thanks for betaing, Charlie!