Arthur/Gwen | tropical wonderland is actually a fiasco and yet they still manage to enjoy each other (smut and humor) (mara93)
The Honeymoon – Arthur/Gwen – G (sorry, not enough words for smut)
The flight was delayed five hours. Weather radar not functioning properly. First day of their honeymoon, spent at the airport.
It was night when they finally checked in at the resort. They collapsed onto the bed, too worn out to even consider romance.
Arthur flipped on the telly. Snow. "Oh, this is brilliant." He picked up the phone and called the front desk. They assured him it will be fixed the next day.
"Probably wondering why we're interested in watching TV anyway," Gwen smirked. "But I agree; it would be nice to have something to watch."
The people at the resort weren't as friendly as advertised, but Arthur and Gwen didn't mind too much. As long as they had each other, they were happy.
After the second day, they stopped calling about the TV. "It's not going to get fixed," Gwen said.
Many evenings were spent snuggling in one of the extra-large hammock strung around the resort. Cuddling, kissing. Just being.
Snorkeling was fun, so they did that twice. Gwen even had an underwater camera.
Then she had to lean against the buoy line to adjust her goggles, and whatever sea plant was growing on the rope made her break out in a burning rash on her side.
The doctor was the nicest person they encountered on the trip. And the hotel picked up the medical bill.
"Well, it certainly was a memorable honeymoon," Arthur sighed, wrapping his arm around a still-uncomfortable Guinevere in the airplane, heading home.
A/N: Also a true story. Highlights from our honeymoon in Jamaica…