Gwen was at the breakfast counter, her hair falling over her face as she scribbled into her notebook when he got back from his jog. He closed the door, and looked up to see her smiling at him. As always, his heart did a little turn. He covered the distance to her, then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Feeling inspired?"

"Mmm. Coffee?"

"Sure. Let me take a shower first. Unless -"

She cocked an eyebrow. "Unless?"

But she was already standing, her pen on the counter next to her forgotten notebook. He offered her his hand and she took it without hesitation.

"I have already had my shower," she said as they walked into his room.

Arthur nudged her in front of him and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her curls. "You can't be too clean. Plus I need help scrubbing my back."

Her laugh was soft and she shook her head, her hair tickling his nose, only resulting in him going from half aroused to completely aroused. Quickly, Arthur swept her into his arms, laughing when she shrieked, then put her arms around his neck.

"You're all sweaty!"

He bit her ear. "You like me sweaty."

"You're lucky I like you at all," huffed Gwen, but the smile on her face added warmth to her words.

"Very lucky," said Arthur as he dumped her into the shower. Then, before she could react, he turned the shower on.

She screamed, then laughed all the while clinging on to his shirt, which Arthur liked very much. "Arthur!"

Taking a step back, Arthur looked at her, her hair wet and plastered to her face, the white tank top she wore, now transparent and clinging to her body. He grinned, then reached out to cup one of her breasts, running his thumb over the visible shadow of her nipple, watching as it pebbled under his touch.

"You're gorgeous," he murmured.

"You had better kiss me properly now. It's the least you could do after ruining my clothes."

Arthur laughed, moving closer to her so that the water pelted down on him as well. "My pleasure."

The thing about kissing Gwen was that it was a glorious experience every single time, and it was no different this time. She sank into his embrace, her fingers digging into his hair and he covered her mouth with his, feeling the softness of her lips moving against his. How did he get this lucky?

"The problem with wet clothes," said Gwen as one hand snuck under his t-shirt, "is that they are so hard to take off."

He suckled the side of her neck, pressing his groin into hers and backing her to the wall. Once she was trapped between him and the wall, he moved his lips lower, kissing her past her shoulder, down until he was able to tongue her nipple through her top.

Gwen groaned as he suckled and nipped, her head falling back against the wall. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, making Arthur smile. He'd learn quite quickly how much Gwen enjoyed it when he paid attention to her breasts, and Arthur had also learnt quickly that making Gwen happy made him happier, a happiness that was being expressed right now by the uncomfortable erection he was sporting.

Tonguing her nipple one last time, he moved further down. He pressed an open mouth kiss at the junction of her thighs, the whimper that shuddered through her sent a corresponding arrow of lust through him. As he lowered himself to his knees, he attempted to unbutton Gwen's shorts.

But inattention and wet floors were a bad combination and instead of undoing Gwen's shorts, Arthur found himself grabbing onto her waistband as he slid most unglamourously into a sprawl on the wet bathroom floor. Gwen, unfortunately, came sprawling down on top of him, their limbs in a tangle. Laughter shook through her body and she buried her face in his neck.

Arthur pushed her wet hair from her face. "Are you hurt?"

"No. I was well-cushioned," giggled Gwen then she darted her tongue out to lick his throat. She wriggled against him and immediately, his desire returned to full force. "What about you? Anywhere I can kiss to make you feel better?"

"Many places, but I'm in a pretty awkward position right now."

Gwen laughed again, then together, the two of them eased themselves up. The moment she stood, Gwen pulled off her top, undid her shorts then pushed them down, followed quickly by the lace panties that she wore. "There," she said. "No more cause for accidents now. Your turn."

As quickly as he could, he yanked off his t-shirt and pulled off his shorts. He tossed them on the bathroom floor outside the shower, together with Gwen's clothes, then reached for her, pressing their wet bodies together as he kissed her.

Her hand skimmed his hips, moving until she cupped his cock. Desire lurched through him and he let out a harsh moan.

"Impatient aren't we?" Arthur murmured, moving his own hands down to her ass. He licked her ear. "Do you know what I want?"

"What?" Her breath was shuddery and her eyes were half-closed.

"I want you against the wall, like this." Arthur turned Gwen around so that she faced the wall. "Put your arms up. Open your legs."

She did and Arthur pushed himself against her back, his cock rubbing against the smoothness of her bare skin. She pressed back, whimpering. "Now," she muttered.

"One moment." Sliding his hands between the wall and her, he cupped her breasts and with one quick movement, thrust into her. The pleasure of being inside Gwen, of her heat surrounding him was overwhelming and all Arthur could focus on were the sensations - of the water pouring down on them, of the sound of her pants and pleas, of the feel of her wet skin against his.

Gwen whimpered again, her hands grasping futilely at the tiles. "Arthur. Please."

He moved, slowly at first, then with Gwen's urging and as his own desire built, he thrust harder and faster. Gwen turned her face, pressing her cheek against the tiles, her eyes shut and her lips parted.

"Touch me."

His fingers touched the tight bud between the legs, and she shivered, murmuring words he couldn't make out. But he could definitely understand what she was saying with her body. He dipped his head, pressed his lips against her shoulder. Gwen came first, clenching around him which only hastened his own climax.

Then, once again they slid down to the floor.

"We should have used the tub," said Gwen some time later.

Arthur was watching some crime show on television involving a straightlace female cop and her quirky sidekick when the message came. He shifted to look at his phone, causing Gwen to move from his lap, but he reached out an arm to pull her back into him.

Then, he read the message.

Gwen twisted herself to look at him. "What is it?"

"Nothing. Just my father's birthday and the large fundraising event that is being held in conjunction with it."

"Oh, when is that?"

"A week after I return to work," said Arthur.

Gwen pushed herself from him. "That's next week, right?"

"Yup."

"Oh." She tucked her feet under, then moved even further from him on the sofa. "Next week."

"Seeing that I'm not having much luck selling this place, you're welcome to stay here for as long as you want." His phone rang just at the moment and he gave Gwen an apologetic look before getting off the sofa.

It was Morgana, clearly having got the same message as him from his father's personal assistant. They discussed gifts, the details of the fundraiser and Gertrude's new skills and by the time Arthur hung up, Gwen was no longer on the sofa. She must have had a stroke of inspiration and gone back to her room to write. Her door was closed, which probably meant she didn't want to be disturbed.

As usual, just thinking of Gwen made him smile and even the thought of returning to work and attending his father's over-the-top birthday fundraiser couldn't dampen his mood.

She knew that Arthur's leave was coming to an end. She had even noted it down in her diary but it was so easy not to think about their affair ending when she was enjoying herself so much with Arthur. He was warm and sexy and despite their differences, Gwen found him easy to talk to, when they weren't busy taking each other's clothes off. It was silly but the mention of his father, his offer for her to stay at the cottage if she wanted then Morgana's call upset her. She knew he hadn't told Morgana they were together and it didn't seem like he was about to invite her to his father's birthday celebration. Together, it all sounded as if he was about to move on without her once his leave was over.

With a groan, she punched her pillow. Then she pulled out her notebook and started to write.

Some time later, Arthur knocked on her door and asked if she wanted to go to town for dinner and she agreed. As Arthur shared stories of his patients during the drive to town, Gwen listened quietly, her mind refusing to let go of the thought that their affair was about to end.

Once again, they were alone in the Italian restaurant, and Arthur made a joke about them single-handedly keeping it alive as he pulled out her chair. Then, after they placed their orders, Gwen couldn't take it any more.

"We need to talk."

Arthur raised his eyebrows. "About?"

Gwen took a deep breath. "I think we should tell Morgana we're - you know - together."

"Really? If you want to. You can tell her though. I don't need a earful from her about treating you well." His grin was sudden and he reached over to take her hand. "After all, I'm pretty sure I treat you well."

"Oh. Right. I'll mention it the next time I talk to her." Now she felt a little foolish.

Arthur rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Gwen," he said, squeezing her hand. "Tell me."

"It's silly. I just thought that -" Her cheeks heated up. "Um, I thought that we would be going our separate ways once you went back to work."

The waiter chose at that moment to serve their food, but Arthur ignored them, his attention focused on her.

"Why would you think that? Because I didn't tell Morgana about us?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. I was just being silly."

Arthur chuckled, then stood, leaning across the table to kiss her, warming her heart. "You were. I'm sorry I didn't tell Morgana."

"You have got sauce on your shirt," said Gwen as Arthur sat back down.

"The things I sacrifice for you."

She kicked his shin. "Eat your food."

"Gwen. I'm serious about us."

"I'm serious too," said Gwen.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page." He dug a fork into his pasta. "There are five prawns here. How many do you want?"

"I don't want any." But she grinned at him because he knew that she was lying blatantly.

With a shake of his head, he picked up three of them and put them onto her plate. "That's your share. No more picking from mine."

She stuck her tongue out at him, then dug into her risotto.

After dinner, they took a walk along a small creek that ran near the town. Later, Arthur drove them back to the cottage, then as they entered, he pulled her to him and enveloped her in a hug, resting his head on hers. Gwen inhaled his scent and wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of his heart beating.

"I meant what I said earlier," said Arthur, his voice rumbling through her. "I want to see where this goes. Us."

Gwen smiled and kissed his chest. "Me too."

"What do you want to do now?" he asked releasing her, then dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"Cuddle on the sofa?"

"How about cuddling on my bed? Then you can tell me more stories."

Gwen laughed and took his hand, making her way to his bedroom. "Are you curious about the fate of Jess and Topher?"

"Mmm. Honestly, I just want to hear your voice."

"Charmer." She poked his side and in retaliation, Arthur swung her into his arms, then tossed her onto his bed.

"Now," he said. "What happened when Jess learnt that the unicorn paradise was in trouble?"

AN: Sorry it took a while! :) Thanks again for the lovely comments.