One night stand

Gwen doesn't know exactly how she got home or why she invited this handsome stranger back home with her.

Probably the choco-tinis.

But he is really handsome. And he was only too willing to "make sure she got home okay."

Oh, right, that was it.

They tumble into her apartment once she finally got that whole lock/key thing figured out, and she shuts the door behind them and locks it. She turns around and grins wickedly at him.

"Now you're trapped."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he answers, and then he pounces, pressing her against the door and kissing her, his hands cupping her face, holding her in place as he plunders her mouth.

"You taste like chocolate," he gasps, tearing his lips away.

"Choco-tinis," she answers, sliding her hands around to grasp his firm backside.

"Mmm." He licks his lips. "Do you have a bedroom or should I just fuck you against this door?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive growl.

"Yes, I do, but yes, you should," she answers, sliding her hands back around and grabbing him through his jeans, squeezing once before opening his fly.

"Good answer," he says, pulling at the short sundress she's wearing. Gwen releases his jeans to lift her hands over her head so he can pull off over her head.

"Good God, those are magnificent," Arthur says, openly staring at the breasts now bared to him. He takes one in his hand and the other in his mouth, worshipping them immediately while she resumes removing his jeans.

"What was your name again?" he lifts his head and asks, kissing her lips now.

"Gwen," she gasps.

"No. It was Guinevere," he says, yanking his t-shirt off now and throwing it over his shoulder. He also kicks off his shoes, steps out of his jeans and pulls his boxer briefs off. He slides his hands down her torso, gazing at her body again. "Oh. Wait." He bends and quickly removes his socks.

"That's not sexy at all," he declares, and she giggles. "These, however," he runs his fingertip along the waistband of her little boyleg panties, purple with small lime green polka dots, "are quite sexy. I like these a lot. I'd like them more if they were off, though." He slides his hands inside, pushing them down, skimming his palms down her hips and her legs. He pauses to kiss her stomach while she steps out of her underwear.

Instead of throwing them aside, he lifts them to his face and smells them, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a groan.

"You are a dirty boy, Arthur," she purrs at him, and he grins like the devil himself.

"You know it," he says, tossing her panties over his shoulder now. Then he presses her into the door again. "Actually I'm very clean," he says, nibbling her ear now, his hands threading through her hair. "'Cause you probably want to know."

"Oh… right…" she gasps, amazed at his capacity to be so perverted one second and thoughtful the next. "I'm clean, too. And I'm on the pill—oh!"

He lifts her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist before she even finishes her sentence. "Good. Because I want to feel every inch of you, Guinevere."

Gwen's eyes flutter closed. The way he says my name is positively sinful. "Say my name again," she moans, her arms around his neck, her fingers up in his hair as he places wet sucking kisses on her neck.

"Guinevere," he breathes it next to her ear, then licks the outer shell of her ear. He feels her shudder in his arms.

He also feels one of her hands snake down between them, reaching for him. Her strong, slender fingers wrap around him, squeezing, sliding, drawing a grunt from his lips.

"Ooo," she purrs, "you're a big boy, too."

He chuckles smugly then, apparently pleased she noticed, and he lifts her slightly so she can move him into place. She does, and he pulls her back down onto him, sheathing himself within her slick, hot center.

"Oh…" he groans. "Guinevere," he repeats her name as he pulls back and drives back in again, pinning her to the door, bracing her shoulders against the wood for leverage as he plants his feet and moves.

"Oh… ohmy… ohno… oh, yes…" Gwen is gasping, clinging to him, taking all he can give her, riding him as he grips her hips, his fingers digging in, just this side of being painful.

I'm going to have his handprints on my ass. The thought drifts through her brain unbidden.

"Touch yourself for me, Guinevere," he says. Commands.

Mindless, Gwen's right hand drifts down to rub small circles. Arthur, amazingly, leans back slightly to give her better access to herself. She also sees him watching her hand, his eyes dark and filled with lust.

"Mmm… oh…" she moans, biting her lower lip.

"Oh, Guinevere… yes… screw the neighbors, let it out…" he groans through gritted teeth.

"Oh…" she cries out, louder now, releasing any remaining inhibitions. "Oh, fuck… oh God, Arthur!" Gwen is shouting now, her hand jerking away from herself as she comes, her body clenching and pulsating around him. Her head falls back against the door, her kiss-swollen lips parted.

Arthur thrusts a couple more times, then, "Ah… oh sh… Guinevere…" he comes now, hot and fierce, pressing his face into her neck.

"Wow," she exhales, wrapping her arms around his shoulders now. Arthur doesn't say anything yet, but she feels his head turn slightly to kiss the side of her neck a few times. His tongue slips out against her skin and she whimpers.

He eases out of her and sets her on wobbly legs. Then he bends and kisses her lips again, sweetly. "Where next?" he asks, his expression clearly stating that he's not done with her yet.

Gwen also realizes that she is now completely sober and even though that was the most amazingly mind-blowing sex she's ever had, she definitely wants more.

"Hmmm…"

Two weeks later.

"She hasn't called?" Merlin asks Arthur as they sit at a table in the crowded coffee shop.

"No. I left a note explaining why I couldn't stay, told her I was definitely interested – definitely – and also left my number. Nothing," he says. "I should have gotten her number. I didn't think of it till I was halfway home. Her phone was right there. All I would have had to do is pick it up and call my phone and I would have had her number. Stupid."

"Yes, who would think that the brilliant surgeon was an idiot?" Merlin smirk. "Oh, wait: me."

"Shut up, Merlin. Can't you see I'm trying to mope over here?"

"Order for Guinevere. Guinevere, your order is ready."

Arthur stands up so fast that he spills his coffee.

"Gah!" Merlin stands, hot coffee hitting his knee. "What the hell?"

"Shh. That was her name. Guinevere. That might be her…"

"I burned my knee."

"You're a doctor. Fix it," Arthur says, craning his neck in the direction of the counter, looking for her, for her dark curls. "Oh, my God…"

"Go, idiot." Merlin pushes him. His feet start moving.

She's right in front of him, facing away. It's her. It's really her. What do I do? What do I say? Oh. I know. "Guinevere."

She gasps and turns, eyes wide. "Arthur! Oh my God, Arthur! I'm so sorry! I… I spilled tea on your note and it got all smudged and when I tried to wipe it clean I just ended up destroying it so I didn't have your number and I swear I would have called you but I couldn't find you and I don't know your last name or anything and—"

He stops her lips with his own, the only way he can, his hands cupping her face.

A/N: You know I couldn't just LEAVE it a one-night stand...