Her heart pounded when his large brown hand ran along her jaw. Slightly, her head turned to brush a kiss along his rough callused palm. Her golden blonde hair rested against his stone hard chest. His breath warmed her cool neck.

"Guinevere," he whispered huskily as they hid in the shadows of Camelot. Hiding their shame from prying eyes as they whispered soft promises of forever. A tear trickled from her blue eyes when she eyed her wedding ring.

Wildly blinking her eyes, Gwen bolted from her bed. She brushed heavy strands from her eyes. Her hand shook when she spotted 3:23 on her alarm clock. One night of restful sleep, Gwen needed a full eight hours; a good lie in. Emrys didn't understand the concept of spending the day in bed. Gwen flinched as her body dropped back to her damp sweats. Her dark eyes stared at a full yellow moon, a Lovers' moon.

'I don't care about a lover," Gwen muttered angrily. "I need sleep!"

Emrys munched on a slice of buttered toast. Gwen swatted his head with the paper as she stomped by. It was on the tip of his tongue to mention that she resembled a deranged Fraggle, but he would save it for later, when she was in a good mood. He arched an eyebrow; it might be a long time before she's in a good mood. Gwen hadn't smiled in weeks. Things were wacky since they had a card reading with Madame Chloe.

"Another dream filled night."

Gwen sipped a cup of coffee. "Same dream, I have blonde hair and blue eyes. "I'm snogging a guy with dark hair and eyes."

"That one last night?'

Gwen shrugged. "I'm a dream whore, the other night, I'm kissing a blonde. Too tricky for me. I'm easy and fickle, bad traits"

Emrys brushed a few crumbs from his mouth. "It's just what the freaky psychic said to you."

'It's playing on my mind."

"That's just phooey, anyway. Besides, time to dress. We have a few items to collect with Viv."

Gwen rolled her eyes. 'Did she have coffee?"

"Two pots!"

'She's going to act like a flea on steroids."

'Yup."