help_japan fic-Look But Don’t Touch
Title: Look But Don’t Touch
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Modern AU In hindsight he really should have thought this whole ‘living together’ thing through better, which was now glaringly obvious.
Word Count: 920
Author’s Notes: Done for robinmarian for her help_japan bid. Another one that refused to stay in to the word count tee hee, hope you like it bb.
I would like to also point out I am still accepting requests one help_japan lj-gift for a 300 word drabble, so if you’re interested please drop on by =D LET’S HELP JAPAN!!!
The bathroom door opened and a waft of steam floated out and into living room. Arthur from his lounging position on the couch turned his head on reflex. Mistake!
Walking out gracefully, droplets of water glistening against her dark skin that was glorious highlighted against the crisp white towel wrapped around her body, Gwen appeared. Whisps of steam swirled around her body like an angelic presence, Arthur gulped soaking up the sight before him.
Gwen pulled her wet hair to one side, tilting her neck upwards as she did so exposing it fully to Arthur. Small globules of water ran down its length slowly, eventually falling into the crease where her breasts formed. Arthur turned away abruptly, focusing all his attention at the T.V screen. With focused effort he attempted to forget that a basically naked Gwen was standing a few feet away. An advert for Herbal Essence shampoo flickered on the screen; not helpful! Arthur hastily changed the channel cutting off the woman’s over enthusiastic yesss!
“Arthur.” Gwen sweet toned voice rang out, making his body shiver.
“Hmmmm” he answered, eyes fixed on the T.V as if the advert for compensation claims was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “If you’ve been in an accident…”
“Do you know where my purple top is, the one with the flower embroidery? I couldn’t find it earlier.”
Arthur knew exactly what top Gwen was referring to. The fabric of this particular item of clothing hugged each deliciously provocative curve on her torso making it impossible for him not to stare. Arthur was constantly torn between creating a facebook page of appreciation for the item or shedding it to pieces.
“Ummm you put it in the wash, got yogurt down it remember?” Silently Arthur thank god.
“Oh yeah I forgot, o well. Thanks”
Arthur murmured a “you’re welcome” stealing a glance at Gwen’s retreating form and then mentally kicking himself afterwards. The image of her hips swishing this way and that would not leave him alone.
In hindsight he really should have thought this whole ‘living together’ thing through better, which was now glaringly obvious. At the time though, it’d seemed simple. After all it was his fault Gwen had been kicked out of her flat. Alright so technically his dad’s lust for more money had done it, but Arthur still felt responsible. The least he could do was let her stay with him until she made other arrangements.
Besides, Arthur had seen it as a perfect opportunity to finally convince Gwen once and for all he was not a pig-headed, stuck up cad of a guy who slept with anything that moved, but rather a sensitive, loveable and caring man who simply had quite a bit of cash and a lot of women throwing themselves at him. He was a victim…ok maybe that was going too far but you got the idea.
Living together however was not as easy as he first imagined. It wasn’t the upheaval his flat had gone through that was making this difficult. The massive amounts of girly stuff (scented candles, flowers, lavender shampoo, strawberry shower gel and ‘other’ woman necessities) didn’t phase him, much. He rather enjoyed most of it; god knew he’d never tell anyone that though. His mates would never let him live ‘having a bubble bath with scented candlelight’ down.
Chick food in his fridge (what the hell was light beer anyway) was manageable, truth be told he liked eating a home cooked meal instead of take away each night. Plus Gwen’s cooking was pretty much heaven in his mouth. Arthur could even deal with Gwen’s nagging; “Dirty clothes go in the washing basket or machine not over a lamp shade!”, “Arthur if the dishwasher is full put it on, don’t just start pilling plates on the counter” and his personal favourite “For god’s sake how many times do I have to tell you to put the damn toilet seat down”
No, what was making this situation torture was the fact she was right there, all the bloody time, doing the most adorable, and sometimes damn right sexy things imaginable (the recent shower incident for example) and he couldn’t touch her. At least he figured he couldn’t. After all, the whole point of all this was to show Gwen how much of a gentleman he was, and although Arthur was no expert in the field he figured pulling her into his bedroom was not going to give the right impression.
This was all Gwen’s fault though; she was the one doing this to him. I mean did she have to look so cute in the morning with her hair all messed up and eyes dozy from the haze of sleep that Arthur just wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her? Or hum the way she did when she was cooking making his chest feel all warm and fuzzy.
Not to mention the things she wore; like right now for example. Gwen waltzed out of her temporary bedroom dressed in an old t-shirt that was two sizes too big for her, it had been her father’s, and loose fitted jeans. Did she have to wear stuff like that? It was almost worse than coming out of the bathroom just dressed in a towel! The lord was obviously testing him! Arthur’s heart did strange and increasingly familiar flip flops as Gwen smiled at him, eyes twinkling the way only hers knew how. Arthur groaned; he was screwed! Totally and completely screwed!
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Gwen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Modern AU In hindsight he really should have thought this whole ‘living together’ thing through better, which was now glaringly obvious.
Word Count: 920
Author’s Notes: Done for robinmarian for her help_japan bid. Another one that refused to stay in to the word count tee hee, hope you like it bb.
I would like to also point out I am still accepting requests one help_japan lj-gift for a 300 word drabble, so if you’re interested please drop on by =D LET’S HELP JAPAN!!!
The bathroom door opened and a waft of steam floated out and into living room. Arthur from his lounging position on the couch turned his head on reflex. Mistake!
Walking out gracefully, droplets of water glistening against her dark skin that was glorious highlighted against the crisp white towel wrapped around her body, Gwen appeared. Whisps of steam swirled around her body like an angelic presence, Arthur gulped soaking up the sight before him.
Gwen pulled her wet hair to one side, tilting her neck upwards as she did so exposing it fully to Arthur. Small globules of water ran down its length slowly, eventually falling into the crease where her breasts formed. Arthur turned away abruptly, focusing all his attention at the T.V screen. With focused effort he attempted to forget that a basically naked Gwen was standing a few feet away. An advert for Herbal Essence shampoo flickered on the screen; not helpful! Arthur hastily changed the channel cutting off the woman’s over enthusiastic yesss!
“Arthur.” Gwen sweet toned voice rang out, making his body shiver.
“Hmmmm” he answered, eyes fixed on the T.V as if the advert for compensation claims was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “If you’ve been in an accident…”
“Do you know where my purple top is, the one with the flower embroidery? I couldn’t find it earlier.”
Arthur knew exactly what top Gwen was referring to. The fabric of this particular item of clothing hugged each deliciously provocative curve on her torso making it impossible for him not to stare. Arthur was constantly torn between creating a facebook page of appreciation for the item or shedding it to pieces.
“Ummm you put it in the wash, got yogurt down it remember?” Silently Arthur thank god.
“Oh yeah I forgot, o well. Thanks”
Arthur murmured a “you’re welcome” stealing a glance at Gwen’s retreating form and then mentally kicking himself afterwards. The image of her hips swishing this way and that would not leave him alone.
In hindsight he really should have thought this whole ‘living together’ thing through better, which was now glaringly obvious. At the time though, it’d seemed simple. After all it was his fault Gwen had been kicked out of her flat. Alright so technically his dad’s lust for more money had done it, but Arthur still felt responsible. The least he could do was let her stay with him until she made other arrangements.
Besides, Arthur had seen it as a perfect opportunity to finally convince Gwen once and for all he was not a pig-headed, stuck up cad of a guy who slept with anything that moved, but rather a sensitive, loveable and caring man who simply had quite a bit of cash and a lot of women throwing themselves at him. He was a victim…ok maybe that was going too far but you got the idea.
Living together however was not as easy as he first imagined. It wasn’t the upheaval his flat had gone through that was making this difficult. The massive amounts of girly stuff (scented candles, flowers, lavender shampoo, strawberry shower gel and ‘other’ woman necessities) didn’t phase him, much. He rather enjoyed most of it; god knew he’d never tell anyone that though. His mates would never let him live ‘having a bubble bath with scented candlelight’ down.
Chick food in his fridge (what the hell was light beer anyway) was manageable, truth be told he liked eating a home cooked meal instead of take away each night. Plus Gwen’s cooking was pretty much heaven in his mouth. Arthur could even deal with Gwen’s nagging; “Dirty clothes go in the washing basket or machine not over a lamp shade!”, “Arthur if the dishwasher is full put it on, don’t just start pilling plates on the counter” and his personal favourite “For god’s sake how many times do I have to tell you to put the damn toilet seat down”
No, what was making this situation torture was the fact she was right there, all the bloody time, doing the most adorable, and sometimes damn right sexy things imaginable (the recent shower incident for example) and he couldn’t touch her. At least he figured he couldn’t. After all, the whole point of all this was to show Gwen how much of a gentleman he was, and although Arthur was no expert in the field he figured pulling her into his bedroom was not going to give the right impression.
This was all Gwen’s fault though; she was the one doing this to him. I mean did she have to look so cute in the morning with her hair all messed up and eyes dozy from the haze of sleep that Arthur just wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her? Or hum the way she did when she was cooking making his chest feel all warm and fuzzy.
Not to mention the things she wore; like right now for example. Gwen waltzed out of her temporary bedroom dressed in an old t-shirt that was two sizes too big for her, it had been her father’s, and loose fitted jeans. Did she have to wear stuff like that? It was almost worse than coming out of the bathroom just dressed in a towel! The lord was obviously testing him! Arthur’s heart did strange and increasingly familiar flip flops as Gwen smiled at him, eyes twinkling the way only hers knew how. Arthur groaned; he was screwed! Totally and completely screwed!