An Unexpected Surprise [Modern AU]

[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur didn't look at her as she hurriedly took the creature from hell upstairs. Good gosh. What a night this was turning out to be. Everything had been going well . . . until he leaped out of his seat, pulled his pants down, and then embarrassed them both. Maybe he should have brought alcohol with him after all. No no. He couldn't believe that he was only capable of spending time with her when mildly intoxicated. Though it was clear that she was just as embarrassed as he was. Maybe it would be best to call this an early night and try again another day. Or would that make it worse? He didn't want her to think that he was going to put off seeing her, just because of this one night. Frustrating with the situation, he went to the kitchen to get a small dishcloth and then back to the table to wipe up the water that had spilled from his glass when his knees had hit the table in alarm.

Thank goodness she was locking up Lucifer. Otherwise he would have been paranoid for the rest of the time. He glanced at her as she came back down, and focused on wiping the table . . . knowing that such a simple task didn't need his full attention. But he was also trying to figure out what the best way to carry on was. "Sorry about the mess," he stated, not having meant to hit the table so hard. "I'll help you clean up and then head out. Its getting late and I'm sure you have an early day tomorrow." While it may be true, he also knew it was just an excuse. He was used to being up far later than this . . . but also feared the horribly uncomfortable situation he had put her in. Maybe some distance would help them? Or maybe it would make things worse. If he knew her better, he would be able to determine the answer. But for now, all he could do was gage her reaction and see if he'd made the appropriate suggestion.

[Guinevère]

"Sorry about the mess," He was cleaning his hands. Over and over again. Goodness, this was about to get worse before it got better, she thought. "No, it's alright. It's only water, it wipes right up." No harm done! "I'll help you clean up and then head out. Its getting late and I'm sure you have an early day tomorrow." "Oh," He was leaving. She felt disappointed and her nervousness went up some. "Th--then let me get you something to take this home in." She could not make him stay, "So you can at least finish it when your hungry."

Blinking back an emotions or wetness in her eyes, she hurried over to lift their plates and take them to the counter before turning to remove their glasses. Once done she pulled out a resueable dish and lid to move his food into it and seal it. Turning back to him, she found that thanks to the small space, they nearly bumped int him. Instead they brushed against each other slightly and she looked up at him. He was taller up close, and Guinevère knew she should be apologizing more. Opening her lips to tell him so, no sound escaped.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

He still didn't know if he was saying or doing the right thing. He'd not met many women like her before, and . . . well, she was carrying his baby. Surely they could move past this, but not tonight. Tonight, they could just move past the awkwardness of his actions, separately. She hurried to pack his food for him, and he felt a bit guilty for leaving so soon . . . after all the effort she had gone through to prepare this meal. "You don't have to . . ." But his voice trailed off when he saw that she was already doing so. Thinking with his stomach, he was glad for the few bites he did take had been delicious. But thinking in a less appetite based way . . . his guilt increased. Perhaps he should change his mind? Tell her that he would stay? What if she wanted him gone though. She seemed ready enough with the hastened way she had packed his food. Unless she was doing so for him? Bloody hell! Arthur had never felt so unsure and insecure with a woman . . . ever before. What was it about her that made him doubt so many things?

Usually he was so confident and sure of himself. Around her, he felt more frazzled and paranoid. It must be just because she was carrying his baby. Yes. No other reason . . . no other possible reason at all . . . right? Right. Oh. Now they were standing so close to each other. She was looking up at him and he was looking directly down at her, right into her eyes. Finding himself nearly lost in them. He reached to take the dish she held in her hand, finding that their hands brushed together and it only made him lock his gaze on her more intently. "I should, go." Right! Right? Now. Right now. "Thank you for, this." The food. Yes. The food. And, well the baby. But . . . that sounded absurd. That was perhaps just his mind trying to explain why he couldn't look away from her. He needed to leave. Forcing a casual smile on his lips, he leaned forward to kiss her cheek as a friendly parting, to ensure there was no ill feelings between them.

[Guinevère]

Arthur was speaking, but she wasn't sure how to respond. He seemed to want to leave and she knew she could not make him stay. She wished that she could do something more or say something better and ease the moment enough he didn't feel as if he needed to run away. Yet Lucifer had done enough to make it hard for them to get past this awkward moment. Perhaps tomorrow would be a brighter day.

He thanked her and she smiled, softly though it faded quickly as she stared up at him. Say something! Say something so you don't look like the silent fool! She told herself. She was about to glance at the table and make a comment about it being always open to him, but right as she turned her head, he had leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

Making their lips meet. Her hand that had rose up to gesture tot he table, moved to reach for balance from the surprise of the kiss, but only came to land on his chest.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

In what was meant to be a casual kiss in the cheek, and unexpectedly altered to . . . a kiss on her lips. Oh. OH! Well that was a mistake. His eyes remained open as he just looked at her, but the shock at the unexpected embrace seemed to slowly vanish, as he felt her lips conform to the moment . . . and her hand rest on his chest. He knew he should pull away, but instead, he embraced the moment. He closed his eyes and let himself just fully sink in to this kiss, that was far more intimate than he had intended. He had not realized until this very moment, how much he'd missed the feel of her lips. What was it about her? He could not stop asking himself this question . . . even more so now. For when their lips touched, he felt his heart beat heavier in his chest, and the passion inside of him building. Was one kiss supposed to make him feel so, strongly?

Granted, this wasn't their first kiss, but only their first in a while. Was this how he had felt when their lips first touched? The night together had been permanently embedded in his mind -- in a good way. And now, he felt like this kiss would be the same. He knew he should pull away. He should end it, and bid her goodnight. Instead, he found the container slip from his hands. And his now free hand go to her cheek. He found his lips opening up more to deepen the kiss and he deeply inhaled and the once casual kiss . . . was slowly turning more hated and passionate. He knew he should stop, that he should not be trying to intensify the kiss . . . but it was too late, for his mind was no longer thinking. He was only acting on an impulse. A very wonderful and gratifying impulse.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère felt the world come to a pause as they seem to take a moment to think about what this means--before the kiss took over. At first lightly and then with greater pressure and . . . . some passion. She remembered their night together, and knew what he could bring out in her, yet knowing and feeling where too different things.

When he deepened the embrace, her fist fisted into his shirt, while she stood up on her toes to get closer, not even thinking about how she could seem too forward. her other hand came around to run though his hair, as he seemed to do his best to remind her of that night. The walk to her door, the kiss goodnight, the passion building and pulling clothing and before she knew it . . . the bed. "Arthur," She breathed his name for a moment between kisses before a new one began. She didn't even seem to notice.

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