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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 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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