tampered | Log; ongoing

When; Wednesday morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Arthur

miss_waldorf
Summary; Just an innocent game of Tennis.
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Blair had not realized how complicated the rules of Tennis was, but Arthur was a quick learner. It was as well, had it been minutely difficult to teach him, she might find herself storming away from frustration. The curse yesterday had her in a horrible mood, knowing that it would take at least weeks to lose all the disgusting calories she consumed. But she kept this thought to herself.

However, there was also that thought about Arthur and Lucy. Blair was not one to pretend that things are alright when they are not, only she was usually in a position to yell and scream at the person. This time she was not. He was Arthur after all, and what right had she to even ask him about it? Well, she had been a little curt today, but she could blame it on other things if he asks.

Positioning herself for a serve, she threw the ball up and made a little jump to hit it while it was still high up.

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Merlin and Gwen were an interesting though, but he had already seen how is friend had tried to admit that he used magic so that Gwen wouldn't be convicted of it. Of course, that could have just been Merlin being his idiot self and trying to save someone. It was hard to tell when it came to Merlin.

When Blair asked the question if he thought she was beautiful he didn't have to hesitate at all, although he did look somewhat confused. Of course she had to know what she was beautiful, didn't she?

"Of course I do," he said, almost making it sound like the fact that she had to ask was ridiculous. "I don't see how you could have any doubts on it. You're a very beautiful woman."

Perhaps Blair did know that she was beautiful, some of the time, but most of the time she was unsure. Whereas if Serena was around then it was all the time that she felt severely overshadowed. While she missed her certain best friend, she was glad to be able to breathe easily for once. It was so tiring to always lose things when she knew that she deserved them had there not been Miss Sunshine.

Blair blushed furiously, turning away with a barely suppressed smile. In the back of her mind, she wished she could stay here in a world without a Serena van der Woodsen. The shyness was gone from her face by the time she turned back to him, although her cheeks were still tinged pink. Siding closer to him, she stood on her tiptoes, hesitated a little, then pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"I'd return the compliment with another one, but it would say too little of what I actually meant."

Aww. But beware Mister Prince, many things said may not be meant, but as for the things unsaid, well, at least it means no lie has been told.

Arthur noticed the slight color in Blair's cheeks and smiled a bit at that. That bit of shyness was rather endearing. Arthur was finding himself continually surprised by this woman. While in a way it removed a lot of pressure to know that when Arthur married it would have to be for duty and the choice would be largely out of his hands it was also nice to think that here in the City things like that didn't matter. What did matter was that Blair was beautiful, smart, clever, and (apparently) a bit shy at times.

The kiss on his cheek caused him to smile even more, it was certainly becoming a much better day than yesterday.

"I think the kiss was more than enough compensation," Arthur replied. "In fact, I'm sure I owe you a few more compliments to even things out."

"I'd rather you save the compliments," Blair replied in turn. "And let me spend more time with you instead."

She thought to herself that she was forgetting who she was talking to, and being awfully bold about it. But he had treated her as equals so far, and that struck her as more than a little strange. Even she would think twice before letting Humphrey touch her at all, and surely the gap between a rich commoner and a commoner is less than that of a commoner and a Prince. Was he really that humble or did he mistake her for something she was not?

But nevermind. Secrets will come out in time, while she will enjoy the moment while it lasts. "If it pleases the Royal Highness, of course." Her smile had a tinge of mischief in it, but her eyes hid no dark schemes.

Arthur tended to only think about class distinctions when doing so was convenient for him. Generally he was a fan of competency above all else, especially after the situation with Lancelot. And Blair was one of the most competent women he had ever met. She had the sort of sophistication and grace that had him never doubting she was the sort of women he should be spending time with.

Besides, he enjoyed being with her and who was there to tell him who he could and could not spend time with?

"It very much pleases his Royal Highness to spend time with you," he told her, smiling a bit more at that. "In fact, it would please his Royal Highness to have lunch with you after we've cleaned up."

Oh dear, now here comes the dilemma. Blair would very much love a pleasant lunch with the Crown Prince of Camelot, but making him wait for her to clean up might make him change his mind altogether. Surely he knew that looking this good requires effort? Blair was ignorant as to how medieval women dressed themselves up, although she had seen a documentary about corsets which made her respect those poor women. She glanced at her watch, it was thirty minutes after ten.

Looking back at him, she flashed him an amused smile. "Then the Royal Highness' subject is obliged to invite him over to her apartment." Fortunately for Arthur, she had no hidden schemes involving him and it was to be a spontaneous day for the sake of fun only. At least for the meantime, that is. "I want you to pick out what I should wear to lunch."

Blair was reminded of their actual first meeting with him in stilettos and her clad in mail. She laughed to herself, "But no chain mails please."

That caught Arthur off guard a bit. He didn't think he had ever been asked to pick out what someone else was going to wear. Occasionally he was told what to wear but he never picked anything out. He wasn't even sure if he was entirely qualified to pick an outfit out for Blair. Well, hopefully if he picked some sort of hideous combination she would give him some gentle correction. That and he was sure that Blair would look good in anything.

"Alright," he said, matching her smile with one of his own. "Just so long as we're picking out an outfit for you from your wardrobe and not for me I don't see any problem with that."

The idea was simply so Blair knew what Arthur liked to see her wear. It was a subtle yet proven method. She knew, for example, that Nate could not resist girls in skirts or that the nape of the neck was Chuck's Kryptonite. Yet lucky for Arthur, she did not really plan on using the knowledge against him. Suprisingly enough, she merely wanted to please him, with no ulterior motives attached. He was a lucky one, surely.

Blair laughed. "Well, I won't hold you to that, in case you decide you could better pull off any of my dresses --or stilettos."

Arthur was from a much more conservative society and just seeing a woman's calves was more skin than he was likely to witness back home. And Arthur was lucky, he possessed very little guile in the ways of courtship and his previous experience with women who could be conniving showed that he could be very easily manipulated.

When she mentioned him wearing her close he scrunched up his face in disgust, "I have no intention of wearing your clothes ever again. I met you because of that and I'm fairly certain that's the only good thing that could ever come out of that situation."

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