Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-10 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison, place: la, wesley wyndam pryce |
And Wouldn't You Know It...
Who: Blake and Gwen (OT continuation with Wesley)
Where: Gwen and Wes' place
When: Thursday, June 10th
Well, to say the last few days were interesting was like saying that the Yankees sucked. It just didn't encompass the enormity of the situation (or how much the Yankees sucked - hm, think Blake inherited a burning hatred from her mother there?). The brunette was currently standing at Gwen and Wesley's front door, clad in hip-hugging black pants and a low-cut white tee that exposed just a hint of her belly, and a matching black dress-jacket, tailored to accentuate her breasts, the stomach section of the jacket completely gone and it was held together under her breasts with a dress pin. She knocked on the front door, before dragging her fingers through her hair (which was loose and free over her shoulders), hopping from foot-to-foot excitedly. "Gwwweeeeenn," she whined. Call her impatient.
Ohhhhhm'god. Gwen heard that little impatient tone, the one that meant Blake was obviously that excited to see her, and kinda melted. And by kinda? I mean totally.
Today, our blonde slayer wore black sweatpants, rolled down a little at the hip, hightop Nikes, and a green tshirt bearing a picture of Boba Fett, with the words 'original gangsta'.
She threw the door open, all grins, and pulled the other girl into what could only described as a mega-hug.
"So, call me lame, but... I missed you like WHOA."
"I guess that makes me lame too then, huh?" Blake replied, still able to talk like normal despite the fact that her ribs were being crushed. What can I say, bitch is resilient.
When they eventually separated, she looked down at Gwen's shirt and smirked before turning to show the blonde the back of her jacket, which had a patch sewn into it. ... The Emblem of the Galactic Empire. She may have inherited Rachelle's love for Star Wars as well, heh.
Gwen, for her part? Just gave a hilariously impressed laugh, crossing her arms over her breasts.
"God DAMN. You really ARE my perfect woman. Tell me you like the idea of dressing like the Birds of Prey for halloween and I might squeal. Because me and you as Black Canary and Huntress? HOT. We just gotta convince someone to wear a red wig and sit in a wheelchair to be Oracle. Maybe my buddy Andrew."
Rambling much? Ok, a little.
"C'mon in. Mi casa is, um... your casa. Or whatever."
"Mm, I'd rather do other things to make you squeal," Blake purred, before stepping inside; "and unless Andrew has a really effeminate voice? I don't think he could pull off Barbara, sorry. Outfits are a go for us, though," she grinned. It was quite possible they brought the ramble-y side out in each other...
"I didn't take Spanish… so you could have said anything there and I'd believe you," she giggled.
"So, yeah. You kinda lost me after the 'making me squeal' part."
Gwen actually blushed(!) there, shuffling her feet cutely.
"So... do you have any plans today, McFly?" Oh. A Back To The Future reference. Sly, Gwen. "Cos if you can stick around all day, I'd kinda like to introduce you to my watcher. He's... the closest thing to a dad that I have, and... since you're kindasortahopefully my girlfriend now, I figured you should meet him."
Blame it on the now-infamous Mun!Switch, but it was occurring to Gwen that she'd never felt so good, so... RIGHT, or so adorably happy around ANYONE. Damn. She really needed to talk to Joshua, and SOON.
"My plans involved me coming here to bug you, honestly." Yep, honestly. "Maybe see if we could try an actual date this time, but if you want me to meet your watcher, then I can stick around. You'll just have to find fun and wholesome ways to entertain me until he gets here," she teased. Uh… huh. Has anyone used the word 'wholesome' when speaking to or about Gwen? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Didn't think so.
The brunette smirked and took Gwen's hand, trailing her thumb across the lines of her palm. It was sweet how she couldn't seem to get enough of touching Gwen; "What were your plans for the day before I rocked up, hm?"
"Right. Wholesome for me means having the decency to get head outta yer ass before Wesley walks through the front door."
CLASS. Totally.
"And once ya meet him? Alllll evening yer my date. I'm gonna take you to my favorite places. Well, the ones I'm still allowed in, anyway."
Since Skylar had her banned from Avarice and all... Damn it.
Blake chuckled and rolled her eyes, "and won't that be a good first impression for me to make, hm?" Awr, think she was nervous? How sweet.
"And I was kidding. We don't have to go anywhere. Tell me you're a good Dungeon Master and I'll be in Heaven." She paused briefly and licked her lip before adding, almost at a whisper, "I kinda feel wrong keepin' you to myself."
"Well, I just *play* D&D. But! My bestest bud is an AWESOME Dungeon Master, so, gooooaaaal!"
She had to laugh there. Andrew and Skylar were such polar opposites that her best friend rarely got to hang with them. He might have a happy!fit over this.
"And don't worry about that. I lost most of my friends over Bitch-Fest 2001 anyway." Yes, she now gave blame to both Skylar AND herself over how everything was handled. "The few I have left will love you though."
Blake laughed a little nervously, wondering if that'd be the case. Oh well. If things worked out, then they worked out.
"I hope so," she purred, before nudging the other girl, "although as soon as my family finds out? We might have to flee the state," she joked.
"So. You, Me... aggressive making out until... Wesley(?)... gets home?" Ah yes, one-track mind. It was no wonder these two got on so well.
"Wow. You're gonna corrupt my sweet, fragile mind, woman. Ok I can't even pretend." Gwen snorted, taking the girl by the hand. "C'mon... We got about an hour or two, let's go do things people usually do in cheap seedy motels."