And I take a certain measure of pride in knowing that it is all my fault (as many things are, really).

ISN'T THAT THE TRUTH. I need to put a statement in my profile, "Probably futuresoon's fault, unless otherwise marked."

The original version of this fic was supposed to have strip poker, and spin the bottle, but then I couldn't decide where it would fit, so I just ended it after the 300 word kiss. (And Gwen was supposed to have a scene where she was like, "WTF DID YOU GUYS HAVE A THREESOME WHILE I WAS GONE? MERLIN, I TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLD UNDER SEXUAL FAVORS!")

ANYWAY. Thank you for reading! :D