Hey all

Written just as a break from my slash story, and I was curious about writing Gwen/Arthur...

Read, review, enjoy :)

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"Guinevere, what on earth is the time?"

"Um… just gone six, I think."

"What?" Arthur couldn't even see the sun out of the window.

He groaned, falling back on to the piled pillows behind him. Gwen laughed softly.

"You're not a morning person are you?" She cheerfully straightened the pillow crushed under Arthur's blonde muss of hair.

"Why," He grumbled. "Why?"

"I'm used to getting up early." She smiled. "That's one thing we don't have in common."

"I wish you would stop counting them," He glared at her. "I know Morgana put you up to it."

"She promised me her new green gown if I can find fifteen."

"Women." A pause, then he said into his pillow, "Which green dress?"

"The very low-cut one," She assured him.

"Really?" Bed-head and morning syndrome forgotten, Arthur rolled back up to a sitting position. "Well let's get to work then."

Smiling gently, Gwen slid down opposite him on the bed. "Well…"

"Tournaments."

"You know full well I love them."

"Weaponry."

"Arthur, I'm a blacksmith's daughter."

"Right." He looked at her shrewdly. "Well I don't like dresses."

"Except Morgana's new green gown, of course."

"Oh yes."

Gwen's eyes crinkled with laughter. "Don't worry Arthur, I won't tell anyone you like dresses."

He growled playfully.

"I have no interest in taking orders from anyone."

"Except me."

He raised his eyebrows. "Sometimes."

They both lapsed into thoughtful silence for a moment.

"Merlin," Arthur clicked his fingers, a light bulb almost illuminating above his messy hair. "I have never, at any point in my life, had a sad, one-way infatuation with my manservant."

"Arthur!" Her blush contradicted her slightly hurt expression. "I never-"

"Don't you try to deny it," he laughed teasingly. "I know everything."

Her face a deep blush, she shuffled back from him. "Well, I've never had an unhealthy liking for slaughtering creatures on hunting trips."

"Well, now, you do eat them at the feasts-"

"Now I'm allowed to eat rather than serve, anyway," Her pout dissolved into a slight smile, she leant forward so she was on all fours, her face just before his.

Eyes eagerly casual, he said in his most tempting voice, "So, we have two things not in common. I'm not too sure you'll be getting that dress anytime soon, Guinevere."

"I'm sure I could find something just as décolleté in my wardrobe if I had to."

"Mmm… that's something else we have in common. A liking for low-cut dresses."

She slid her face past his so they were resting cheek to cheek. "I can think of something else, too…" she purred into his ear.

The slightly ominous ripping of fabric and quite a while later, Arthur's gaze shifted guiltily from Gwen's face to the torn dress on the floor.

"We really should get to work on that list," He said seriously.