They hadn't spoken all the way back to the cabin but Arthur had taken her hand and held it. Her heart was barely starting to calm down and she could still feel the adrenalin surging through her body, which was probably why she wasn't feeling that cold yet. They stepped into the room and Arthur locked the door.

The sensible thing would be to call either Elena or Mithian and get them to pick her up.

"You should get out of those wet clothes or you'll get sick," said Gwen, her voice coming out hoarser than she expected.

"You should too," said Arthur quietly as he looked at her, his eyes dark with emotions.

Tension and expectations hung heavy in the air around them, their breathing the only sound. Arthur was waiting for her to make a decision, to make a move. One night, she told herself. One night.

Swallowing hard and keeping her eyes locked with Arthur's, Gwen lifted her shaking hands to the top button of her shirt.

Arthur said nothing, continuing to watch her.

She unbuttoned the button, then moved her hands to the next one. She unbuttoned that button as well.

Arthur did the same. A button for a button.

Gwen peeled off her wet shirt, letting it drop to the floor. When Arthur did the same, Gwen allowed herself time to look at him – the dusting of hair on his chest, the golden hue of his skin and the flat stomach she touched some hours ago. The heat that was building in her was enough to stop her from feeling the cold and from the way Arthur's eyes devoured her, she suspected he felt the same way. Yet he made no move to touch her.

Instead, he loosened his belt and unbuckled his pants. Her own hands fumbled a little at her pants button but she quickly pushed her pants to the floor and stepped out of them. She had never been an exhibitionist but standing in the cabin only in her underwear, with Arthur's eyes flashing with desire as he looked at her, Gwen found herself enjoying every second of it. She too indulged herself, examining all of Arthur, biting back a groan when he shucked his boxers and stood there, unashamedly naked.

She wanted Arthur. There was no lying to herself now. Gwen wanted Arthur desperately, even if it was only for one night. She was aching with arousal, desperate to feel Arthur's lips and hands on her. Quickly, with little finesse, she shed her own underwear.

Arthur sucked in a breath, then held out a hand.

Gwen smiled as she put her hand in his. "We're full of lake gunk."

"That's why we're going to take a shower. A nice, warm shower."

It was the most erotic shower Gwen had ever taken. The shower was tiny and the water pressure low, but neither of that mattered when the crown prince of Camelot was running a soapy sponge across her breasts in circles, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"You're taking this cleaning thing very seriously," she said, ending on a groan when he moved the sponge with deliberate slowness across her sensitive nipples. "Very seriously and very slowly."

He grinned at her. "Cleanliness is next to godliness. And I am very keen to get to heaven with you."

Gwen couldn't help herself and burst into laughter, jerking back from Arthur and his sponge and hitting her back on the soap tray. "Ow!"

The sponge dropped to the floor and Arthur hauled her close, their wet bodies sliding against each other, making her knees weak. His lips in her hair, he asked if she was alright. Taking the opportunity, Gwen ran her hands down his back, enjoying the feel of his bare skin under her hands.

"I think we've stood under this shower long enough to be considered clean," she murmured into his shoulder. Reaching lower, she cupped him in one hand, smiling when he gasped. "And there are better things we can be doing."

Slowly removing her hand, Arthur took a step back, bent and picked up the sponge. "Good things come to those who wait. Now, come here. I've not finished exploring you."

"You're full of clichés," she muttered, unable to stop smiling, but let Arthur bring his sponge back to her breasts.

It was a good thing that the shower was so small because then, Gwen could lean against one of the walls as Arthur continued where he left off. Her stomach, her hips, her trembling inner thighs, all the way down to her feet. Then he took the shower head and slowly washed all the suds off her. He washed the suds off her feet, then pressed a kiss on her feet. Moving up, he aimed the shower head at her thighs, then pressed more kisses up her thigh. Sighing, Gwen slid her hand in his hair, the wall no longer enough to keep her upright. If he didn't stop with this teasing, Gwen was simply going to take matters into her own hands very soon.

"I never thought you to be such a tease," she barely managed to say just before his mouth landed between her thighs, exactly where she needed it. "Arthur. Oh god."

"Do you like this?" Arthur asked.

"Are you going to ask every time?"

She could feel him laugh against her, sending the most pleasurable shivers through her. In response, Gwen pressed her hips against him, urging him to finish what he started. He started again with a slow lick. Then another. And another until Gwen didn't know what she was saying, only that she wanted more, needed more.

Then he gave her that more and her knees buckled and she might have screamed.

Even Arthur's smug expression didn't annoy her for once and she smiled into his eyes, as he got up and covered her mouth with his, pressing his body against hers, showing her how much he wanted her. "We're probably clean enough now," whispered Arthur, breaking the kiss.

Gwen dodged his lips and took the sponge from his hand. "Oh no. I think you need to be clean as well."

Before he could say anything, Gwen moved and turned so Arthur now leaned against the wall. She ran the sponge across his chest, letting her nail scrape gently across his nipple. Arthur let out a harsh groan and his head dropped back against the tile.

All those dreams and fantasies he had had were only a fraction of the gloriousness that was sex with Gwen. She was a mass of contradictions – demanding yet willing, shy yet bold and he delighted in all the many sides of her he discovered as they spent the night in bed. But as much as Arthur wanted the night to last forever, their lake adventures had tired them out and eventually, they succumbed to sleep.

The morning light streamed through the light curtains but Arthur had awakened before the sun. Gwen was still fast asleep, her face tucked into his chest, her soft breaths comforting against his skin. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, then tightened his hold on her. Surely Gwen could feel that there was something between them, something that was worth exploring. They could attend all those events he was obliged to attend together. With her, even if she was kicking his shin, the events would be a lot more fun. They could look at the lake in the moonlight without people trying to kill him. When she woke, they would talk about it. He smiled at the thought.

Arthur was knee deep in his fantasies when the knock came.

"Arthur?"

"Go away," he yelled at the door. He wasn't getting out of bed for as long as possible. In his arms, Gwen shifted.

"Arthur!" The knocking continued, louder.

With a sigh, Arthur untangled his limbs from Gwen's warm body, pulled on a robe and made his way to the door. Cracking it open, he saw Leon looking tense. "What do you want?"

"The press is here and they are being a pain. It's disrupting things at the camp."

Arthur rubbed his forehead. He really didn't want to leave Gwen but it appeared he didn't have a choice. "Give me a moment."

Gwen was still sleeping when Arthur emerged from the bathroom. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her gently before leaving to face the press.

"Is the drunk driving accident the reason for Trent's desire to kill you?"

"Your girlfriend is a trained security expert. Is she the reason you managed to escape?"

"You didn't serve any time for the accident. Do you think that's fair?"

This was not the best time for a press conference. He was unprepared and unfocused. Still, he couldn't help but brag about Gwen and how she'd saved his life. And clearly, it was a story that the press devoured.

"I am the lucky one to have such a capable girlfriend like Gwen," said Arthur with a smile. The reporters bombarded him with more questions. Just then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a distinctive pink car drive up. Elena's girlfriend's car.

He stopped talking and looked around. Sure enough, he saw, as his heart sank, Gwen walking to the car.

"It seems that Guinevere has had a positive influence on you."

"Yes," he said as he watched Gwen walk into the car. She was leaving without even saying goodbye.

"Where is your girlfriend now?"

He looked at the young man who asked the question. "She's uh, resting. It's been a long night for us."

The pink car started.

"What's next for you and your girlfriend?"

"I really don't know." Arthur forced a smile on his face but all he could think was that she didn't even say goodbye.

AN: Once again, thank you for the comments. I really enjoy reading every one of them.