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Log; Ongoing

When; Sunday the 29th, evening
Rating; PG-13 for sexual situations. Sorta.
Characters; Arthur Pendragon

thefutureking and Blair Waldorf

miss_waldorf
Summary; Arthur pays a visit to Blair and she takes the opportunity to explain prophylactics to Arthur.
Log; Arthur had decided to stop by and see Blair, especially after the confusing curse they had just had. He really didn't understand about half of what had gone on but from what he understood it was very similar to Blair's world. It might be good to know just how similar all of that was to her daily life.

Not only that, but he needed to scope out her apartment to find out if she had one of those TVs and DVD players that would play the movie Serena had told him about. He managed to find a box that contained the movie that would somehow show them a moving picture of a play. That was actually the last thing he needed to confirm for Thursday night. Other than that, the flowers and pie and other things were all set.

Arthur knocked on the door to her apartment and waited, unconsciously smoothing his shirt and running a hand through his hair. It felt good to be back in his normal clothes and himself again, but this sort of situation, this sort of relationship, was still very foreign to him.

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Blair was, in fact, waiting by the door. Dressed up (http://riyuu.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/blairlingerie2.jpg) enough to be at home, but she was not planning any fancy dinner tonight. Only a certain talk --which could prove to be very awkward indeed. Well, she supposed the reward would be worth the time and effort. Plus she might learn to have some compassion for those Sexual Education teachers in school. Poor creatures.

But back to waiting by the door. She was about to open it immediately, but then stopped herself and decided to count to five this time. She already grew impatient after reaching four.

Opening the door, she beamed up at him. "Always on time, aren't we?"

When she opened the door, Arthur couldn't help but stare. He'd thought he had gotten better about this, gotten more used to how Blair and people from her time dressed, but apparently he hadn't. Blair was showing a lot of leg.

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He forced his eyes to move up to hers and tried again.

"I'd never want to miss spending time with you," he told her.

Blair did think of how he would react to how she dressed, but she would not have him catch her dead in pajamas, even silk ones. "You keep stealing my lines," she replied with a grin. Stepping back to let him through, she pulled her white robe around herself, tying a bow on her waist. She made an effort at least. "Come on in."

Leaving the door to swing close on its own, she strode over to the living room area where cups and plates of sweets have been prepared. On the middle of the table was a blue box. That was the business of the night, but she did not mind delaying that for a bit more. "Tea?"

Arthur appreciated the effort and was thankful enough that she didn't draw attention to the fact that he occasionally stared since it had to be impossible for her to miss.

"Tea would be wonderful," he said, smiling in thanks. "So that curse, is that similar to what your life is like?"

The staring really was impossible to miss. Even the all-oblivious Serena would feel flattered if she were in Blair's place, and that should say much. She did not mind the staring, anyway, she knew it was less because she had something in her teeth and more because he liked what he was seeing. Hopefully.

Blair took a seat on the sofa, patting the space beside her for him. She reached out for the teapot and poured tea into two cups. "Hardly," she rolled her eyes. "I don't have a table in the canteen, I have the steps of the Met. And Bill's Burger Joint isn't where I hang out, Henri Bendel's is more like it." She realized he probably thought she was speaking in tongues at this moment.

"I don't do public school, I do Constance-Billard. I'm above those sorts of thing." Or so she would like to believe. In all honesty, it might just be the same old show with the costumes and settings changed.

She offered him his cup of tea.

It was definitely because Arthur liked what he was seeing. Shocked that he was actually seeing it, but he really did like what he saw. Blair really was an incredibly beautiful woman. Sitting down next to her he turned to face her.

When she started to explain how her life was different Arthur just nodded along like he understood it all. Sometimes it was more trouble than it was worth to try and ask for clarification on all the things he didn't understand and it was probably frustrating for the person explaining.

"Ah, so you go to the type of school that I attended?" he asked, taking the tea from her and sipping from it. "Because your family is wealthy and well known."

Edited 2009-03-30 04:18 (UTC)

She looked at him for the comment, trying to tell what he meant by it. After all, while some may mean that in flattery, others may say it with hateful sarcasm. Think Jenny Humphrey versus Dan Humphrey. Blair could not tell how he really thought of her.

"In New York's circle, yes." She held her cup but did not sip from it yet, the tea was still too hot for her taste. "I'm not settling there though," she said with a smirk, "I have higher social heights to climb."

"What sorts of heights?" he asked. He wasn't sure what the ruling structure was like in her world. Arthur knew that Albion, or England, still existed in her world so it was possible that she could be talking about that.

"In my world there's not much that someone can do about their social position," he said. "Not unless you're a noble."

"There's no monarchy in the United States," she began. "Anyone could have a try at social climbing, but being born with wealth certainly helps." And looks, she wanted to add, but that might take some explaining about fashion icons and other details.

"My family's not political, but we're known for being conservative and respectable. Although," at this point she chuckled a little, "the surface is always shinier than the inside." Blair thought about her dad's escapade with the French male model and her mom's over-the-top dramatics, and wondered how the Waldorf name was still listed in honorary clubs. Still, if the van der Woodsens could still be members of said honorary clubs, then the Waldorfs were still a little better. Perhaps.

"The trick is to make people talk about you, or else you're no one."

"I think you have it more difficult than I do," he said with a bit of a chuckle. There were times when Arthur wished that he was no one. "I couldn't make people not talk about me even if I wanted to. Tournament Champion, Crown Prince..."

He shook his head and just trailed off for a moment. The conversation was far too serious.

"But I doubt that you asked me over so we could talk about politics," he said.

Blair laughed a little. "I don't have the weight of a whole kingdom on my shoulder though, only a family name."

But yes, back to the business at hand. She honestly did not know how to start. At least, she did not know how she should start that would not make him feel too awkward. Either way she supposed that some degree of discomfort cannot be avoided. "Right..." she reached for the blue box, dragging it closer to herself. "I wanted to show you contraceptives."

Now she was at the point of no return.

"Contrawhat?" Arthur asked, the look on his face clearly showed that he had absolutely no clue what she was talking about and since this was apparently the purpose of him coming over he should understand what she was talking about. A moment after he asked though he recalled the conversation they had after her party.

"Ohhhhhh," was all he managed to get out when the realization dawned on him. This was going to be awkward.

Blair tried hard not to let her face fall at his oblivious face. It would have been very hard to explain again. But she then found that she had to try hard not to laugh when he remembered again. Perhaps this would be less enjoyable for him and not so uncomfortable for her. We would have to see.

"So..." she took the box to her lap, opening the lid and taking out one square plastic package. "This is what we call a condom. Uhm. The thing inside, not the package --open it." She handed it over to him, drumming her fingers on her thighs nervously.

That miss whatever-her-name-was who had to do a whole school assembly on this must have indestructible ego to withstand the shame.

Arthur couldn't help but groan at the whole situation. This was ridiculously awkward and it took all his will power to not run out the door. He'd rather face a dozen gryphons than continue this talk. There were certain other things he wanted to do though that apparently this... condom would enable.

He took the square from her as if it were some sort of snake and just stared at it for a moment, turning it over in his fingers. What sort of technology was this that it could prevent a woman from getting pregnant?

Frowning a bit he tore the package open and pulled out the... thing, inside.

Now, the hardest part. Blair thought to herself that it was probably best to do it like pulling off a band aid. Quick and relatively painless; at least that's what you tell the person with the band aid, before making them suffer sheer agony for a fraction of a second. At the very least, it would be a fraction of a second instead of a whole second, she supposed.

This, however, was taking more than minutes and damn was it painful.

"You..." She bit her lower lip before continuing. "You put that over your-- you know what, I'll go get a banana for you." She stood up and quickly escaped to the kitchen. It was a much-needed moment of respite to recover herself, and to think of how to explain the rest. She hoped that he would suddenly have a moment of uber-genius and need no more explaining when she got back.

Talk about wishful thinking.

Arthur just continued to look at Blair with an expression of confusion and horror on his face. When she left to get the banana he continued to just stare at the thing in his hand. It was wrinkly and sort of soggy looking. Experimentally he poked at it with a finger.

"Isn't there just some sort of book I could have read?" he muttered to himself. That would have been far less awkward and embarrassing for both of them, but he supposed it would have been more so if he hadn't understood everything in the book and did something wrong.

She had not really thought of getting him a book on contraceptives. Mainly because she wanted to keep this between the two of them only, but also because understanding the book would be hard, what with all the euphemisms they would use. Either way, she thought it would be nice for her to just show him herself, she would try not to embarrass him too much and all that.

Blair Waldorf was turning soft.

Walking back from the kitchen, she had two bananas in hand. She took a seat and gave him one of them, taking the opened condom from him. "So... I'll show you how to put it on." She cleared her throat nervously before proceeding to show him how it was done. If she did not think about how the condom was a condom and the banana was... then she could pretend she was showing him how to make paper cranes or flower arrangements instead.

Once she was done, she handed it over to him. "Like that."

Arthur couldn't look her in the eye when she handed him the banana. He watched her hand apply the condom to the banana and tried to think about what the banana wasn't supposed to be, because if he did then every time he went to put the thing on HIMSELF he would only be able to think of this banana thing. That wasn't something he wanted popping in his mind in the heat of the moment.

He took the condom covered banana and coughed a bit before he tried it himself. Really, it wasn't that hard at all. For some reason he thought it should be more difficult to prevent someone from having a baby during sex.

"Alright then," he said, giving another cough before setting both bananas down on the side table. "That's over with now."

In truth, he had a lot more questions. Did the covering dull the sensation? Did she expect him to practice this on his own with the... actual equipment? Was he just supposed to carry one of these around in case they found themselves in the heat of the moment? All very important questions but all ones he was far too embarrassed to ask.

Blair fiddled with her fingers, the way she would whenever she was nervous. She tried her hardest not to start popping her fingers, which would have been irritating and unbecoming. It was difficult when the air was as thick as Fage Total yogurt though, so ridiculously thick or however it was the tagline went. She did not like that thing much, it tasted quite ridiculous. And yes, if you need to ask, she was purposefully making her mind wander.

She would let out a sigh of relief as he finished the task at hand and placed the err finished product on the table, but there seemed to still be something hanging in the air. "Uhm..." Blair wracked her mind for anything else he might need to know. "I have morning-after pills, in case." She stopped, not knowing what else she needed to say. He looked nervous enough about it, and she bet he was confused too. The air, however, was choking her.

"You know, I think this is the part where one of us breaks into laughter and everything will suddenly be okay, or something." She blurted out quickly, instantly regretting her words. Someone had to say it, right?

Arthur had no idea what a morning after pill was and if it was anything like a condom he didn't want to know. People in the future may be able to have sex more often but it was a very awkward situation leading up to it. When she said something about bursting out into laughter he just pursed his lips. Glancing over at the bananas he picked one up.

"You know I never had one of these before?" he said. "Honestly, never got around to eating one since I got here and now I'll be able to. I think I'm going to forbid them in the apartment."

Her confidence plummeted to unknown depths when he stayed quiet and pursed his lips instead of making an effort to make some laughter-like noise. She pouted to herself as he showed her the banana, raising one eyebrow disinterestedly.

But as he finished, both her eyebrows shot up in incredulity. Did he just make a joke? A little late, she broke into a chuckle. Placing a hand on her face and turning away, still laughing. "I suppose making me laugh is the other option."

"I like that option," he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile, glad that some of the tension was relieved. Things felt so comfortable with Blair he hated the idea of there being any sort of awkwardness between them.

"I like seeing you smile," he added. Arthur was never one for flowery or moving speeches but sometimes frank honestly played very well.

Blair simply continued to beam at him in reply to the comment. If asked, she would much prefer frank honesty anyway; flowery speeches always took much effort to decipher and then it would all come back down to whether he really meant it or not. She reached for his hand, giving it slight pressure in assurance.

"Arthur, you're--" Looking down on her lap, she considered her words. There were many things that she knew were true and that she would like to tell him, but she knew that sometimes it was better to keep them guessing, and to keep on guard. This, too, was a game that she needed to play well. Especially when she had so much to lose. Still, she could afford giving him this confession.

She looked back at him. "You're one of the best things that ever happened to me."

Arthur gave an almost shy smile and glanced away at the compliment. He always felt free to boast in his accomplishments and position but with a statement that was so personally complimentary he wasn't sure how to respond. The fact that he was flattered was a given.

"I'm glad to hear that," he told her, squeezing her hand back. "Because I plan on continuing to happen to you. I'm glad I met you here."

Blair gave him a small smile in reply, but to her that meant more than the widest grin she could make. For all the things she missed from back home, it really was worth it to stay here if it meant being with Arthur; not that she would ever admit that to him now, or ever. She did not want him to know that he had her so twisted around his little finger.

Leaning over, she tilted her head to the side to give him a slow but light kiss on the lips.

Edited 2009-04-01 04:49 (UTC)

Arthur was equally wrapped around Blair's finger, although he was perhaps not as aware of it as she was. He'd never been in a situation like this and was playing everything by ear.

When she kissed him he wrapped an arm around the small of her back and pulled her close, deepening the kiss a bit and moaning softly.

Blair whimpered in reply, edging herself closer to him and returning the kiss. She placed a hand on the side of his face, tracing his cheekbone. After awhile, she broke the kiss but only because she wanted to look into his eyes. She really liked them.

Resting her forehead on his, she gave him a fond smile.

Arthur was loath to let the kissing stop but he supposed that if they didn't halt it at some point they would need to use what he had just learned and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that right now.

Pressing his forehead against hers he reached up to gently stroke her cheek with his hand, enjoying the feel of her skin against his hand.

She figured he would not be. Besides, it might be best not to rush into things, or more like, Blair was remotely scared that the sooner they rush into things the sooner all this would end. They really were literally from different worlds, weren't they? What were the chances of this working out? Even a match made in Heaven like Dan and Serena could not work out the distance between them; and they were only separated to Brooklyn and Manhattan.

Blair smiled under his touch. "I would call you Prince Charming, but Cindy told me the real one is a Casanova."

Edited 2009-04-02 23:59 (UTC)

Arthur tended to not think about things like different centuries and things like that. Mostly that was just because Arthur tended not to think beyond the fact that he wanted something and if that was the case he would get it.

"I have no idea what you just said," he told her, smiling a little. "But you keep talking in that accent and I don't care what you say."

Blair used to think the same way. Her life was one of privilege after all, and being an only child of a doting father did not improve situations. Yet she had been through times when it was obvious that the universe would not do pirouettes and back-flips with a word from her lips. So it goes, as unbelievable as it may seem, there really were things that Blair Waldorf would not get no matter how hard she wanted them.

She supposed the way around that problem is not to want too much, and only let yourself want when the thing is already yours. Or something.

Laughing, she jokingly hit the side of his head with her fist. "Excuse me, you're the one with the funny accent!"

Most of the things that Arthur wanted he didn't want for himself, but for Camelot. Blair was perhaps a... guilty pleasure, one of the very few things that he wanted for purely selfish reasons. As far as he was concerned though, she was good for him.

"I am not!" he exclaimed, shooting her playful look. "Everyone where I'm from talks this way. And I didn't say your accent was funny. I think it's exotic."

Edited 2009-04-03 04:37 (UTC)

Blair laughed some more, at his accent, again, but more at his words. It made her wonder if he really was so simple. If all he said really were all he was, or if there were many things he still hid from her. She would not hold that against him; she kept her own secrets after all. Only she doubted that it was as simple as him liking her being the reason for all he did for her. It could not be.

Then, smiling coyly at him, she whispered, "I think yours is sexy."

Arthur was a very complex man. He had been raised with a single purpose in the forefront of his mind, to be the best ruler that he could be for his people. That left him a bit out of his depth when it came to things that weren't related to that. The sort of interpersonal relationship he and Blair had definitely fell into that category. Still, being able to think on your feet was a necessary skill for a ruler to have.

"Is that so?" he asked, cocking one eyebrow and leaning in a bit until his lips were brushing against her ear. "How does it sound when I talk about how beautiful you are?"

Blair shivered at the brief touch, and more at the sound of his voice. She had first thought that this would be another game with her holding the upper hand again; like with Marcus. Arthur seemed naive enough at the beginning, and easy to manipulate without her having to invest much of herself. It would have been a convenient position to be in. But more and more she found him getting under her skin.

"With a voice like that," she whispered. "Anything you say would come true."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, an almost wicked tone to his voice as his lips pressed a smile against her skin. He placed a trail of kisses down her neck and across her throat, making his way to her opposite ear.

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