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Log; Ongoing

When; Thursday the 2nd, evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Arthur Pendragon

thefutureking and Blair Waldorf

miss_waldorf
Summary; Arthur has planned a surprise date for Blair.
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Arthur wanted everything to be as perfect as possible. Not that he was a perfectionist, but it was the sort of thing that Blair would want. Now that he understood things better he realized just how all out she had gone when he had come over for dinner several weeks ago. And that had just seemed a casual thing.

Of course, this was a bit different. There was no actual meal, just pumpkin pie (Arthur had eaten beforehand since he knew that he wouldn't be able to subsist on just the pie), champagne, and a few other foods Serena had assured Arthur that Blair liked. Serena was nice enough to let Arthur in to the apartment and then leave for the night, although on second thought he should have asked her to stay for a moment since he had found a CD that Blair supposedly liked but had no idea how to get it to work in one of the music devices.

So, dressed in a new suit similar to the one he had worn during the school curse Arthur waited for Blair to get home and see what he had done. Candles and pie were already on the table as well as the Breakfast movie in clear view. He had tried to find out what the movie was about by reading the back of it but he was completely lost, hopefully Blair wouldn't mind explaining it to him.

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It had been a busy day for Blair, not that she would look (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y32/Irene_adler/2lmf97n922kwr9npsz8wy4o6so8r9ig-1.jpg) it.

With the cold weather passing away to make way for actual Spring, more and more people were in the mood for a party. Sadly for them, she had to turn down most of their offers. Birthday parties were so old-school, unless you were someone; which they were not. There were standards she had to keep up, after all. Nevertheless, there could be a diamond in a bag of coals, so she had spent most of the day interviewing and surveying and more interviewing --as well as bossing Kara around, of course. But now she was done.

Entering her apartment, coat in hand, she turned back to the door to lock it before walking inside and yelling to her flatmate. "S~ have you had di-- Arthur?" Blair spun her mind trying to remember if she made a date for tonight and forgotten. No way, she would never forget appointments. Then she noticed the candles all around, and the pie (is that pumpkin pie?), and the suit he had on, and gasp there was Breakfast at Tiffany's playing on the TV.

She gaped for a few more seconds, wishing with all her might that she had some more intelligent response to the surprise. "Oh my god, you--" She brought a hand to her mouth, trying to stop herself from saying anything too stupid, or from crying for that matter. "Why? H-how did you--?"

Edited 2009-04-02 01:36 (UTC)

Arthur couldn't help but give a smug smile in response to Blair's reaction. It wasn't often that you caught Blair Waldorf by surprise or made her speechless so Arthur felt rather proud of himself. Stepping to one side he revealed a bouquet of white hydrangeas behind him.

"I asked around," he said, a crooked smile still playing at the corner of his mouth. "I take it you approve then?"

Blair kept her hand over her mouth, still trying very hard not to cry, which was difficult when he also pulled out the bouquet of white hydrangeas. No one --and really no one-- had ever done anything like that for her. While she mostly accepted all the things she received in life with a sense of entitlement, there were rare occasions when she realized she did not deserve so much good. She let out a sob even if she would not let any tear run down her face, wiping them away at the bottom of her eyes.

She nodded vigorously at his question. What was there not to approve of?

Arthur was never good at reading women. She was nodding, but she was also crying. One seemed good and the other seemed bad. Honestly, women were just confusing. Arthur was going that this was all a good thing though, as the nod was easier to interpret than the crying. Stepping forward he held out his arms.

"Good, I'm glad that you do," he said. "There was music... Beeyork or something, but I couldn't understand how to make it work."

Blair let out a laughter --better than another sob, right?-- and walked into his arms to bury her face in his chest. She needed to stop the crying before she could say anything remotely understandable. He even found Bjork for her; she had been turning the City upside down for an album!

Clutching at his shirt, she took a deep breath to calm herself before looking up with eyes still rather red. "I don't know what to say..."

Arthur wrapped his arms around her and held her close for a moment while she collected herself. This really wasn't the sort of reaction that he had expected, although he certainly wasn't going to complain if she was so overwhelmed at it all. Apparently this sort of thing was rare in her world?

"'Hello' would be a good start," he suggested, reaching up to brush away a tear that was on her cheek.

Blair mustered a bright smile for him, catching the hand that brushed her tear away, holding on tightly to it.

"Thank you..." She looked down to collect herself before turning back to him. "I just never expected-- I didn't mean to cry." She hoped he did not think her weak now. It was almost a given that Blair Waldorf did not cry, ever, and those who have seen her shed a tear could be counted on one hand. She regretted the crying, but she supposed that it could not be such a bad thing.

Arthur would never take that to mean she was less than he thought she was, right? He would never use that to his advantage, like Chuck would. He would never. "I'm really happy."

Arthur could never think Blair weak, he knew her too well for that. Of course, he would never be caught dead crying, but Blair was a girl and they were different, if they cried it was just how they were. Like how Blair was crying over being so happy.

"Good, that's what I was hoping," he said, smiling down at her. "I was worried I wouldn't get something right."

"You're perfect," she said, then corrected herself, "you've got everything perfect." No need to reveal her cards yet, the game was set to play for a long time still. Blair figured that there must be secrets that Arthur still kept from her, and she would not blame him for them, only that meant there were things she also had to keep to herself. Even Nate Archibald only ever knew a fraction of who she was; although that could be a bad comparison.

Turning to the set table and the movie playing on the TV, she grinned with amusement. "You haven't been watching Audrey without me, have you?"

Edited 2009-04-02 06:52 (UTC)

Arthur had a very high opinion of himself at times but even he would never say that he was perfect. His father too often pointed out his short comings for him to believe that was true. But it was nice to know he had gotten this right. He was glad that she got to see this side of him though, he was sure she'd eventually come to see the savagery that made him the 'Ultimate Killing Machine' but for now, this was nice.

"Honestly I have no idea how to work that thing," Arthur confessed. "I just pressed buttons and that's what happened."

The Ultimate Killing Machine? Now Blair would have loved to see that of him --as long as he doesn't start spattering blood on her dress, of course. Nevertheless, he had done very well with all the favorite things he managed to get a hold of. She took his hand with a giggle and walked closer to the table and the TV, dragging him along.

At the smell wafting from the pie, she made a gasp, "is it pumpkin pie? My dad's recipe?" With a squeal, she gave him an enthusiastic hug and a flurry of laughter. "Aww, Arthur!"

Arthur followed happily after Blair and couldn't help but give a happy chuckle when she squealed and hugged him over the pie. He was really pleased she liked this so much, although he was a bit worried that he wasn't sure how he would ever top this. Arthur might have set the bar a bit too high for himself.

"I'm just glad that it all turned out," he said, not removing his arms around around her waist. "You'll have to thank Serena, she answered all of my questions and even agreed to find somewhere else to stay tonight."

That is not true at all. While Blair, like most girls, loved random gifts and little or not so little surprises, she was still conventional enough to prefer a loyal and constant boyfriend who gives few gifts over an unpredictable one who showers her with diamonds. As much as diamonds are her best friend, they make very cold bedfellows or-- well you get the point.

Blair let her arms linger on his shoulder, musing on how well they fit together; like Dita Von Teese and Wonderbra ~~omf--~~, or like Lanvin and pearls or Audrey and the LBD. She gaped at him, even if the grin made it look more like a smile, "you kicked my flatmate out for tonight?"

Raising an eyebrow and smiling mischievously, she took a step closer to him. "Well, you don't have to drop more explicit cues than that."

It was good that Blair preferred a loyal and constant boyfriend, because Arthur definitely understood the concept of loyalty and he was almost honorable to a fault. In fact, Arthur had killed to defend his honor on more than one occasion. Being faithful shouldn't be a problem.

"I didn't kick her out!" Arthur insisted, almost unconsciously pulling her closer to him. "I asked her if it would be okay if she stayed somewhere else. I don't know how long this movie thing will last."

Alright, that was only partially true. Maybe Arthur did have ulterior motives, but he wasn't banking on anything happening. Hoping, maybe, but not banking.

The very word honorable was out of use where Blair came from; everything was fair game as long as you could weather out the scandal. As for fidelity? Well, what one did not know could not hurt one --and all that. Although she knew, remotely, what Arthur expected of her. There was a lady somewhere in Blair Waldorf, and if it took mining to get her out then she would do it.

However-- movie? Seriously, Arthur, was that the best cover you could pull up? Blair smirked in amusement, tweaking an eyebrow and letting a moment pass before replying. "I could let you watch the whole movie, but you better know how to multi-task." She batted her eyelashes of doom, "you wouldn't want to let me get bored, would you?"

Infidelity is not something that would even cross Arthur's mind as a possibility. And if he was cheated on? It would be a very dark day indeed. But it wasn't something that crossed his mind with Blair, he trusted her.

And the movie was the best excuse he could come up with, this being entirely new territory to him.

"I wouldn't want you to get bored," he said, feeling his knees get a little weak as she batted her eyelashes at him. How did she know exactly how to make his brain mush? "And I think I can come up with something to distract you if that's what's needed."

Blair let another pause pass by, even if it was no easy feat to hold in her laughter. Not knowing about the weak knees, she let herself lean on him, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. "You're funny," she whispered close to his ears. Her hand slowly traced the length of his torso from his shoulder, stopping at his belt.

"Wait here." She turned to the TV, seeing Paul Varjak at his desk, writing about Holly. Blair bit her lower lip in thought for a second before giving him a devious smile. "Come to my room when the girl finishes her song."

And with that, she untangled herself from Arthur and walked quickly to her room. She only turned back to him as she reached the door, sending him an unreadable smile before closing the door behind her with a click.

Arthur let out a low growl as she leaned into him and played with the hair on the back of his neck. When her hand began to trace down his chest he gave a shiver of arousal. It was amazing how she could do this to him with such little effort.

When she told him to wait here Arthur frowned a bit. Things were just starting to get good, why did they have to stop? When she told him to come to her room once the song was over, a small smile played at the corner of his mouth.

The next few minutes seemed to drag on forever. Arthur was entirely sure that this was the longest song ever written and performed in existence. When the song was finally over Arthur up from the couch, double checked that he had brought one of those condoms, and made his way over to her room, knocking on the door.

For Blair, those minutes felt too quick.

After she had closed the door behind her, she promptly went to her dresser for a cotton pad and some eye makeup remover. Expired makeup would be the grossest thing ever to wake up to in the morning, plus it gives you acne, ew. Busily dabbing at her eyes with one hand, she walked over to her closet to find her lingerie collection.

It was quite a well-known fact by now that Blair Waldorf always wore lingerie; never any of those Bonds t-shirt bras. But lingerie and lingerie was different, and this was no ordinary time. After much deliberating, she chose a La Perla basque set (http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q231/ephemericon/40084_fr_dl.jpg), changing into it as daintily and as quickly as she could.

She had only just ran back to her mirror for a final check up, combing her hair and surveying her complexion, when she heard the knock on her door. She reached for the light panel by the wall to dim the lights. Then, quickly assuming a nonplussed posture, she sat back on her bed by the mirror. "Come in," she said, inconspicuously fastening her suspenders to her hosiery.

Arthur opened the door and as soon as he did his mouth gaped open. Never before had he seen an outfit that was... so little of an outfit. If he was able to think about it he would have wondered just how it was even remotely practical. Arthur wasn't able to think though, he was only able to stare. The outfit didn't hide anything. Not that he was complaining, he really liked what it wasn't hiding.

"Oh wow," Arthur finally managed to say after what seemed like an eternity.

The response should be expected, but as insecure as Blair was, it made her unsure of how to respond. She bit her lower lip in hesitation, standing up from the bed to walk up to him. She really hoped the light was dim enough so that she looked alright without the makeup. Inconspicuously running a hand over her stomach, she also hoped that he was not thinking about how bloated her tummy looked, or how flabby her thighs were. If she knew about tonight then maybe she could have been more prepared; like by skipping a few extra meals.

Swallowing her saliva nervously, she approached him slowly, tweaking a smile at his reply. At least he seemed pleased, but of course it occurred to her that this was probably not how it was done where he was from. "If you're not sure--" She bit back her words. "I just want to thank you, properly."

Arthur watched the way Blair's body moved behind the thin veil of fabric and was entranced by it. Honestly, he liked her better like this, without the makeup or anything like that. As far as he was concerned she didn't really need it.

"I didn't do it for thanks," Arthur said, tentatively reaching out to trace a hand along her shoulder while managing to keep her eyes locked on hers. "I did it because I like making you happy."

"I am happy," she confirmed, eyes not leaving his. She really was, as far as she knew about being happy, at least. Happiness for her was less a warm gun and more a Chopard necklace most of the time, but sometimes it was being with her dad or Serena, or rarely it was feeling as if she was valued --which was everything that Arthur has done for her.

Blair reached out a hand to touch the knot of his tie, lingering there for a second before loosening it. It struck her as strange, that they were still talking, her in her lingerie and him in his full suit; though she had to admit she did not not like it, really. She took another step, closing the distance between them and resting a hand on his chest. It was impressive that he was looking at her face at all, even if her insecurities reminded her that it could be that he was not interested enough.

She brushed the thought away, meeting his eyes again. "Make me yours."

That was something that Arthur understood. Making. Taking. Claiming. Despite the less than stellar example of his father, Arthur had a healthy respect for women, even if in certain company he might show otherwise. Women were to be treated with respect and held in esteem in certain situations. But if Blair was asking, no, telling him to make her his... then that was something else entirely.

Arthur shrugged his suit jacket to the floor and pulled Blair close for a kiss. His lips pressed, almost crushed, against hers as pent up desire suddenly found an outlet. The hand not wrapped around her waist and holding her close moved down to her thigh, sliding along it and enjoying the smooth curve of her leg. Like everything else about Blair, it seemed exquisitely wonderful.

That was wholly unexpected, even if she had barked him the command. Blair could feel her heart racing at his enthusiasm, her mind totally blanking. She returned his kiss with as much fervor, her hands trying to unbutton his shirts but missing their grip one too many times. Concentrating on finding the next button was hard when all she could think about was the feeling of his lips against hers and the warmth of his body under the fabric. She moved urgently, as if the fairytale would end when the clocks strikes twelve.

At his touch, she let out a sigh, breaking the kiss and turning to trail kisses down his throat. Her hands had finally finished their task, one of them pausing at the buckle of his belt and the other resting on his bare chest. To say that he was well-built would be an understatement. She tugged clumsily at his shirt to shrug it off him.

Arthur loved the touch of her fingers on his skin as she worked to remove his shirt. Once the buttons were undone he broke contact with her for a split second so that he could shrug off his shirt. His body was lean and well muscled from a lifetime of training, marred only by the occasional white line of a scar.

Unfortunately, Blair's outfit, scant as it was, didn't seem to come off quite as easily, or he was missing some secret to it. After a few tentative attempts to find out how to remove it he became too distracted by how good her body felt and focused on that as much as he could while being distracted by what she was doing to him.

Blair traced each white scar she found with her fingers, sealing them with kisses. She did not mind them, they were as much a part of him as his eyes or his lips and she liked them all the same because they were his. With a practiced movement, she unbuckled his belt and pulled it off his pants, discarding it away. He seemed to have more trouble with her outfit, and she smiled in amusement at the realization.

"Bed," she said against his skin before grabbing at the waist of his pants and one of his hands, dragging him over to the bed. She practically pushed Arthur down on it before climbing over him to claim his lips. Taking hold of his hand, she placed it over the clasp of her bra. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, "right there."

Her lips on his skin felt incredibly warm and with each kiss Arthur let out a pleasured moan. When she grabbed the waist of his boxers he let out a surprised yelp, following after her as she drug him to the bed.

Seeing and feeling her over him aroused him even more, which he wasn't entirely sure was possible, and he kissed her heatedly. When she guided his hand to the clasp he fumbled around with it for a moment before finally releasing it and then removing the upper portion of her outfit.

His hands moved to explore the newley revealed area and he leaned forward to kiss her roughly again.

"You're absolutely stunning," he murmured against her mouth between kisses.

Blair took it on herself to untangle the basque from her body, throwing it aside for a moment before returning to his kiss. Even a mere second of his absence on her lips felt too long. She shivered at his touch, taking unwilling breaks between their kiss to sigh and catch her breath.

There was a flutter in her stomach at what he said, something she thought would be too delicate for her to notice at this time. But it felt wonderful. She broke the kiss to smile at him, pushing aside strands of his hair from his eyes and cradling the side of his face.

She brought herself up, her knees on either sides of him. With the tips of her fingers, she lightly traced down his throat and his body, barely touching his skin. Her smile now turned mischievous. "This will be a long night."

And it was a long night. A very wonderful, long night. He found that Blair was surprisingly aggressive in bed and more than willing to help him work through his... lack of experience in this particular area. And she had definitely shown him a lot.

He brushed Blair's hair away from her neck and pressed a kiss against her neck. Arthur wasn't sure just how early it was but it was likely around sun up. One arm was draped lazily over her and he hugged her close.

"Good morning," he murmured into her ear, nibbling softly on the sensitive folds.

Blair stirred in her sleep. It was deep and dreamless, like after a hard day's work; which would not be too far from the truth. For all his inexperience, which she would never point out to anyone including himself, he was very fervent. She could tell that he wanted her, not just a woman, and that mattered more.

Coming to wakefulness, she smiled in recognition of his voice, feeling a shiver run down her back at his lips on her ear. "Too early," she muttered, feigning sleep but snuggling closer to him for warmth.

"It's almost sunrise," he said with a chuckle, snuggling back against her. Her body was absolutely incredible and felt wonderful against his. This was the sort of thing that Arthur could get used to. Or maybe it was just Blair that Arthur could get used to.

"It's sunrise," she corrected with another mutter. In all honesty, she just didn't want to have to leave him. It felt safe, being here in his arms. She placed her head against his chest, listening to his heart beating.

"See, it's even later than I thought," he told her, chuckling again. When she put her head against his chest Arthur rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was now laying mostly on him. He liked feeling so close against her.

"Though I suppose with such enticing company I could be convinced to stay in bed."

Grudgingly, she finally opened her eyes, shifting herself on him so she could look at his face. He looked beautiful. "Fine, I'm awake, as long as you don't leave." She pressed a slow kiss on his chest, noticing how much clearer the scars were in the morning light.

"Alright, that sound, fi-mmmmmm," the rest of Arthur's words were drowned out by a happy moan ans she kissed along his chest. He was amazed by how just the smallest touch by her could feel so good.

Blair giggled, placing an arm on his chest and resting her chin on it. "You know, we have a whole pumpkin pie to finish for breakfast." That sounded relevant in her head. She traced a finger down the bridge of his nose, shifting herself up to meet his lips in a lingering kiss. All she wanted was just to stay in that moment.

Then she chuckled, "at this rate, we'll never get out of bed."

Arthur loved it when she giggled. It was so very unlike the serene face she put on to everyone else. She might smile to them but he doubted very many people got to hear Blair Waldorf giggle.

"I think I could live with just staying here," he said, leaning up to kiss her back. "But I could go get the pumpkin pie if you really wanted it."

"No, stay," Blair replied, "I'll go get it." She gave him another kiss before untangling herself from the sheets and stepping off the bed. Heading for the closet first, she pulled out two night gowns, black and royal blue. She went back into the room, placing each in front of her before the mirror, then decided on the blue.

She slipped it on easily enough, checking the creases at the mirror for a moment before finally heading to the kitchen. "Won't be a sec~"

"Gladly," he said. And Arthur meant it too. His eyes followed her every movement as she got out of bed and went to the closet. He wasn't entirely sure why she felt the need to put something on to walk out into the living room but he was probably just wanting to see more of Blair naked. When she came back with her outfit though he had no complaints. The outfit wasn't much of one.

"I'll be right here," he promised, not bothering to hide the hungry and admiring look in his eyes.

Even had he tried to hide it, she might have still noticed, but the fact of the matter was that he didn't. Pausing at the door, she had caught his look as she turned back for a moment. Blair laughed delightedly at it before really walking away this time, leaving the door ajar.

Everything was just the way they left it, the DVD player having gone on standby on its own accord. She went to the oven first, turning it up, before getting the pumpkin pie from the table. She brought it to her nose in curiosity --but yup, it was definitely a Harold Waldorf original. Putting it in the oven, she adjusted the temperature a little before making her way to her shoe cabinet. She never liked walking around barefoot.

Surveying the myriad of shoes, Blair finally chose a striped blue one, because it matched the straps of her gown and everything should match after all. Fetching plates and napkins and forks, she made sure the pie was warm enough before carrying it all back to the room on a tray. "Breakfast is ready, Your Highness~"

When Blair had left Arthur waited for just a moment and then quietly got out of bed and peeked out of the door. He was able to see Blair every once in a while and enjoyed the view. She was an amazing woman and Arthur enjoyed seeing her do even the smallest of things. When it looked like she was heading back to the bedroom he crawled back in bed.

He smiled at her and sat up, his stomach growling hungrily at her words.

"I think I could get used to being served breakfast every morning by a beautiful woman," he said.

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