I've been on a 90s boyband kick and well, here is a short fic.

It's completely unprofessional. Not only is she his colleague (in a sense), they barely know each other and yet he is pressing her against the wall of his apartment, his hand under her blouse, stroking the skin of her stomach. His tongue darts hotly against her throat and she gasps his name as she brings one leg to wrap around his jean-clad hip. Gwen can feel his lips curl into a smile against her throat. Her own fingers thread into his golden hair and her eyes flutter shut. She is probably going to regret this tomorrow but at this moment, she doesn't really care.

In the cold light of day, regrets set in. Not only has she just come out of a messy relationship, she's pretty sure Arthur isn't the kind of person that does commitment. Most lead singers of popular bands aren't. Grabbing her clothes, she escapes from his penthouse as quickly as possible.

He says nothing at the meeting that afternoon. Instead, he jokes around with the others before settling down at the large table in the middle of her office. She is amazed by her ability to act all composed when her insides are churning and her heart is beating faster than usual. Thankfully, her voice is steady as she briefs the band on the week ahead. There are interviews scheduled, a performance at an award show and an appearance at a charity football match. Gwaine chews his gum loudly, legs stretched out on the table. Elyan questions the need for every event, grumbling that he really thinks that the time can be better spent rehearsing or writing songs while Percy meticulously scribbles down everything she says. Against her better judgement, she casts a glance at Arthur. Her heart jumps when she sees that his eyes, full of desire, are on her. His lips turn up at the edges when he notices her looking and she looks away, clears her throat then warns Gwaine not to be late for the interview tomorrow.

Telling herself it's for the best, she ignores his first text. But when he calls, she foolishly answers. She hears his voice, low and deep, telling her all he wants to do to her and she unlatches her door with trembling fingers and lets him in. It doesn't take long before they are in her tiny shower, her legs wrapped around him, her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrusts into her. She shudders under his hands and smiles when he does the same as she gets her fill of him. He frowns when she makes the excuse that she has to wake early the next morning and practically pushes him out of the room.

Even before she sees him enter the studio, she can feel his heated gaze and her skin tingles at his proximity. There is the briefest of touch on her back then he goes over to the others. Her eyes linger on him for a while before she quickly looks down at the detailed notes she prepared yesterday. Only Gwaine has not turned up yet, not an uncommon occurrence, despite warnings. But when you have a million dollar smile and charm to go round, everyone forgives the regular tardiness. The interview is in an hour and she fully expects Gwaine to coming rushing in five minutes before if she is lucky. A year ago, a situation like this would have sent her into a panic. Now, it barely raises her heartbeat. Arthur, on the other hand, only has to smile at her to send her heartbeat into overdrive. Clearing her throat to get their attention, she asks "Shall we do the briefing now?"

Gwen watches the interview backstage on a tiny little screen. The young girl, an intern at the station, sits next to her radiating excitement. She squeals when Gwen offers to get her the boys' autograph. The moment the hosts announce "The Camelot Knights", the live audience burst into wild applause and cheers and a smile crosses Gwen face. Every one of them is charming as usual and within minutes, have the two hosts eating out of their hands. Gwaine does his patented hair flip a few times, flashes a wide smile and makes his usual cheeky remarks. Percy smiles bashfully at the compliments the host pays him while her brother's glib tongue is put to good use. But Gwen's eyes keep darting back to Arthur, who smiles charmingly at the hosts while making a few self-deprecating jokes.

"Of course, we have to thank our manager, Guinevere, for all her hard work behind the scenes," Arthur says warmly as the rest of them nod.

She knows she is in too deep when all he has to do is to say her name on television and she becomes a quivering mess. When he throws his head back and laughs, all she can think of is the line of his throat and how much she wants to press kisses against it.

For weeks, they carry on in this manner. In the day, she is the band's manager. In the nights, they are lovers.

It's the most gorgeous, perfect, exciting time of her life.

The performance at the award show goes extremely well and they celebrate at Merlin's place. There's drinking, ribbing and laughter and Gwen's heart swells as she watches all of them. They are more than her job. They are her family. Then her eyes catches Arthur's and he raises his glass as he smiles at her. She feels the heat in her cheeks but she can't look away.

Having known her since childhood, Merlin reads her like a book. As soon as the celebration ends and he is alone with her, he starts his lecture. Yes, she says, she remembers the disaster that Lance was. She nods, trying not to let her irritation show, when Merlin points out the dangers of getting involved with someone from the band. It's not like she doesn't know. She was the one who started a relationship with Lance and she was the one who got badly burnt when he decided, completely without warning, to leave her and then when things got too awkward, leave the band. The When Merlin pulls her into a hug and whispers that he just doesn't want to see her hurt again, her irritation vanishes and she clings to her best friend.

She switches off her cell phone that night and sits in the dark thinking. About Lance and how she once thought they would be together forever. About the band and all the work every one of them put in to make it the success it is today. About how the messy breakup with Lance and his leaving the band almost ruined it all. Merlin is right, she tells herself. She needs to stop this obsession with Arthur. Just because he came to replace Lance in the band doesn't mean he should replace Lance in her life as well.

Pulling on her coat, she makes her way to his apartment. Along the way, she rehearses her lines. It shouldn't be too hard. He doesn't love her. They never spoke of the future. Her heart pounding in anticipation, Gwen knocks sharply on the door. Arthur's initial surprise is replaced by a smile so bright she feels slightly dazed. Before she can say anything, he drags her into a deep kiss, his hands sliding down her back to cup her ass and pulling her so she is melded tightly to him.

"I missed you." His hot breath caresses the side of her face.

"You just saw me this morning." That isn't part of her rehearsed speech.

"It's different and you know it. For one thing, I couldn't do this." His fingers go to the buttons on her blouse and begins undoing them, brushing against the swell of her breasts. Capturing her lips again, he slips his tongue in. Gwen relaxes against him. One more night won't make much of a difference she tells herself.

That one night turns into two, then three and then five. Gwen finds herself unable to get enough of him. Every night she tells herself to end it. Every night she doesn't. Anyway, she tells herself, it's not serious. He's good in bed and makes her feel like a princess. Why shouldn't she indulge in it?