tampered | (no subject)

When; April 20th, late morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Arthur

miss_waldorf
Summary; Arthur comes with a peace offering of sorts, and all is forgotten.
Log;

Blair had specifically told everyone she knew professionally that she was taking a week off of work. As for those she knew completely outside of work, which left out only a few, she had simply refrained from contacting them. Yes, of course the ticking drove her mad, but all things considered, it was better than having to put up faces and deal with people.

Sometimes she took walks to the park, with sunglasses and scarves and non-matching outfits to throw people off. Feeding the ducks always made her happy.

This morning, she felt like staying in. It was too much effort to have to do her hair and make-up, put together an outfit, open the door and walk out. Sitting by the kitchen counter with a glass of orange juice in hand, she let herself zone off. The dreams last night were beyond weird, and they left her with lots to think about --at least, lots to replay in her mind. It was better than replaying reality, anyway.

The ticking was persistent at the back of her mind, and if only it did not grow to a crescendo then she would have learned to tolerate it.

She spiked her orange juice with gin yesterday morning, and the mornings before that, but she would hate to think of herself similar to CeCe in any way, including drinking before twelve. So today her breakfast was completely non-alcoholic. It was an accomplishment, really. She prodded her croissant with disinterest.

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Arthur gave a slight cough and glanced to the side when she mentioned that she knew how he saw her. He had wondered if his wish had actually taken effect and apparently it had. Some of the ways Arthur thought about Blair were not ways he wanted her to know about. Not that he hadn't already made those ways perfectly apparent in other ways.

When she moved his hand to her waist though and moved hers to his shoulders he couldn't help but give a bit of a smile.

"Do you have something else that requires your attention?" he asked.

"Nothing other than you," she replied, angling her head and reaching up to kiss him on the lips. A thought crossed her mind that he might have thought her strange for having said yes to the proposal in the first place. Did he think she was desperate? Or that she was completely smitten? Or that she was after his crown? Or just plain cursed?

Blair hoped it was the latter, but she felt an inch of guilt at knowing it was closer to the third reason. It did not mean she liked him less, it meant she liked him more.

Oh, Arthur liked the sound of that. He also liked it when she kissed him. His other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him so he could feel her body pressed against his. Any thoughts about why she had accepted his proposal were far gone from his mind and would probably never return.

For the immediate future he had no more plans that to keep kissing Blair and not let go of her.

Even logically thinking, there was absolutely no reason she could not not like him. Social standing, check. Pretty blue eyes, check. Likes Audrey Hepburn, check. Gives her nice gifts, check. And every girl knows that even when there was a logical reason not to like him, pretty blue eyes tilt the scale for sure. So who cared about being from different universes? Blair certainly didn't, and she didn't want to think about it.

"Do you have anywhere to be?" She asked against his lips, pressing herself close. Say no.

"Nowhere but here with you," he murmured back as he kissed her again, this time a bit deeper.

Blair was nearly everything Arthur could want in a woman. Beautiful, smart, driven, and capable. Perhaps she wasn't royalty but that was only a minor concern to Arthur and it would only really matter in Camelot. And they weren't in Camelot.

Blair grinned at the nod to her previous reply, gladly accepting his kiss. He turned out to be less that prim and proper Prince she had met at first, and much more... human, closer to home. That still baffled her sometimes, but she supposed that she would hate to be with a mannequin of a Prince Charming. Arthur could be irritatingly dense, but he was far from cold.

"Then we have a whole day," she replied, pulling at his shirt, her edges of her lips curling slyly.

"Oh? Oh!" he said, eyes widening just a bit as she began to pull at his shirt and give him a grin that sent shivers down his body. He swallowed thickly for a moment before he smiled back.

"I think I'd like that," he told her. "I'd like that a lot."

"Mmhm~" She held back a chuckle. She placed slow kisses on his neck. After awhile she started to notice the persistent mewling that the kitten was making. It could be hungry, but that could wait. She would not be long, maybe.

Standing on tiptoes, she whispered into his ear, "let's not make Cat Jr. watch." Blair took his hand and led him away.

Arthur gasped as she kissed along his neck. He hadn't noticed the mewling, but that was because Blair was far too good at making him feel good for him to pay attention to anything else.

"I think that's a good idea," he told her.

With that, he picked her up off her feet in one smooth motion and began to carry her into the bedroom.