Arthur/Guinevere and opposites.

He is pulling at her blouse now, hands impatient, nearly tearing the delicate garment in his need to remove it from her body.

Her nimble fingers make quick work of his buttons, opening them all before she lifts her arms over her head to allow him to remove her shirt. She returns her hands to his body, sliding them inside against his bare chest.

His lips crash against hers, hot, needy, wanting, and his tongue is insistent and hungry. His hands slide on the cool soft skin of her back, her stomach, before one creeps up and closes over a satin-clad breast.

"Arthur," she breathes his name against his lips, tearing them away for a moment, moving to draw his earlobe into her mouth, sucking, biting. "How did we get here?" she gasps.

His hands have found the clasp of her bra now. "Fuck," he curses appreciatively as the garment falls from her shoulders. "What?" he asks, his eyes lifting to hers for a moment before they are drawn back to the perfect copper mounds he has just uncovered.

"You called me an asshole," he says, dropping his head to kiss her breasts, his lips pulled like magnets to her soft skin. "Because I threw a mug at… Merlin."

"Right," she gasps, her head falling back as her torso arches beneath him. Her jean-clad leg comes up and winds around his hip, pulling him closer.

"He did just spill my coffee on me," Arthur adds, moving from one breast to the other, sucking her taut nipple in between his lips, rolling his tongue around the stiff peak, tugging just hard enough.

"Oh!" she cries out, her fingers digging into his scalp. "It was… an accident, you know. You're always so mean to him… oh, do that again…"

Arthur does it again, or at least does what he thinks she's referring to. She cries out and he figures he must have done the right thing. His hands trail down to the button on her jeans now, popping it open, easing the zipper down.

"I'm not mean to him," Arthur protests, finding it difficult to think anymore when he peels her jeans down and off to discover a very scant pair of black panties looking him in the face. "Um…"

"Yes, you are," she says, shucking his shirt from his shoulders now and starting on his belt. "I don't know why he puts up with it."

His trousers drop to the floor and he climbs over her now. "We are just too different to get along, you and me," he purrs, his words the strangest seduction ever.

Gwen grabs his head and pulls his lips to hers, sucking his lower lip like it's candy. "Don't talk; it ruins it when words come out of this mouth."

To her surprise, Arthur throws his head back and laughs at this, eyes twinkling at her momentarily before darkening with desire again. He smirks and tugs her panties off, sliding them down her long legs. Then his own boxers fall and he kisses his way back up again.

He ponders her a moment, then touches her, there, at the place that is aching for him. She tilts her hips to meet his fingers, moaning.

"Arthur," she moans his name now, her knees falling wide for him.

"God, Guinevere…" he gasps in response. Unable to wait any longer, he plunges into her with a deep groan. Almost a growl.

"Mmm…" she coos as he fills her, connecting their bodies in a way that their minds never have been able to do.

"Oh," he grunts, bending to trail kisses all over her neck and shoulders.

"This… doesn't change anything…" she gasps, "We still… oh, yes… have nothing in common…"

"Of course not," he mutters, sucking at her skin with large, greedy, open-mouthed kisses. He lifts his head and kisses her nose. "Star Trek."

"Star Wars," she counters, knowing his game immediately.

"Oranges."

"Apples."

"Bugs Bunny."

Gwen giggles. "Mickey Mouse… oh, right there…"

"Red," he continues.

"Purple."

"Italian… oh, God… food." Gwen's fingers are like magic on his skin, her body so warm and pliant beneath his.

"Chinese."

"Benny Hill."

"Monty Python," she groans, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pulling his head to her breasts.

"Comedy," he says, biting a nipple lightly.

"Horrorrrrrrrrrrrroooohhhhh…"

Gwen is writhing beneath him, trembling, her legs clamping around him as she climaxes, her hands leaving his hair to wrap around his shoulders, nearly smothering him in her breasts.

"Mmmphh…" he worms his head out just as his own release comes, leaving him spent, his feet twitching as the sensations die down.

He rolls them so she is lying on top of him now.

"Chocolate," he says, tucking her hair behind her ears with both hands. He kisses her lips sweetly.

"Vanilla," she says, smirking at him. She nips his lower lip lightly, then kisses him deeply.

"At least we found one thing we have in common."