Letting It All Out Who: Bastian, Blake and Gwen Where: The apartment above Avarice When: Saturday, June 26th
Butterflies in the tummy? SUCKED. When they were for good reasons, it could be a nice feeling. But when they were because of worry, and anxiety? They sucked big time. Which was why Gwen was pacing back and forth outside of Neely & Rachelle's apartment, rockin' the tight, bellbottomed jeans and Knights Who Say 'Ni' tee-shirt, taking deeeeep breaths, thinking again of what to say. She was in love, she knew that. It was sudden, and way too fast, but it was still real. And she knew she needed to do something she'd never done with anyone, including Wes or Skylar: she needed to talk to Blake, and tell her exactly why she had all the baggage she had, and lay it all on the line, emotionally.
Of course, despite the fact that she hadn’t even knocked, Bastian opened the door and arched a slender blonde eyebrow at Gwen. "You have no idea how annoying that is," she said to her fellow blonde, her voice in a dull monotone. It was funny, really… how she seemed to emote more around someone who had been involved with some of her family’s past worries. Of course, she wasn’t to know that. She rolled her eyes and stepped aside; figuring Gwen was here to see Blake. "She’s in the shower," she said simply.
"I...I'm sorry?" Gwen said, a little confused. She wasn't even sure WHAT she'd done to annoy the girl. "I don't mean to make things hard on you guys..." She mumbled, walking in as she shoved her hands into her pockets.
"The pacing," Bastian explained. Sure, she had more witch-like traits, but she still had wolf in her, which meant she could hear things other people ordinarily couldn’t. "Blake! Hurry up!"
"It’ll take as long as it takes! So shut the fuck up!" Blake called back. Ah, feel the love.
"I swear to you I'm not trying to fuck up your family, if that's what any of you are afraid of." Gwen grinned then, just hearing Blake's voice bringing that beaming smile to her lips. "I love the goofball."
"I know that. Still," Bastian glanced over her shoulder, checking how likely it was for Blake to hear her right now. "You hurt her?" Her icy blue eyes change to twin pools of black. "I’ll make you life... very interesting." Looks like threats ran in the family, huh? Let’s hope that’s all it’ll ever be.
'I never would. I'd sooner hurt myself." Gwen extended a hand to her there, smiling nervously. "And... I'd really like it if we could be friends. God knows I could use more of those right now."
Bastian nodded approvingly to the first part… although the second clearly caught her off-guard. One of her eyebrows arched, but… it wasn’t like she had people clamouring to be her friend right now, so... "Sure." She shook Gwen’s hand.
About two seconds after the peace offering, Blake stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still a little wet from the shower, her body wrapped in a red towel. "There. All yours. You can be such a whiney little bitch, sometimes." She said a little grumpily before spotting Gwen and blushing, "Hi."
"....Holy shnikes." Gwen gasped, as, hey: hot girlfriend wet and in a towel? Yum. "I... um... I came to talk to you... but... right now... I'm kinda beyond words."
Blake chuckled and rolled her eyes, "Give me a minute to get dressed?" She didn’t wait for an answer, though, instead ducking into the bedroom to put on some clothes.
Bastian arched an eyebrow, "Right. Well. …Yeah. I’m gonna have a shower. Wait until I’ve left the apartment before you have your horizontal fun, hm?"
"Don't worry." Gwen laughed, then lowered her voice so that, hopefully (she wasnt exactly sure how werewolf hearing worked) only Bastian could hear her. "I mean it when I say I would die for her. So... don't ever worry about me hurting her. She's what I've been waiting for my entire life."
Bastian nodded once before leaving the room. Brilliant conversationalist, huh?
Blake took an extra few minutes to get dressed, before poking her head out of the bedroom doorway to look at Gwen. "Is it safe to come out?"
"Umm... yeah." Gwen blinked, for once totally flustered. "I have a sinking suspicion your sister wishes me death." Ok, so maybe a little overdramatic? Yes... but we ALL know Gwen has self-worth issues.
"No. She’s just... she's just been moody lately," Blake replied with a shrug. It was hard to tell for most people; given how … dull Bastian tended to make things sound, but a sister knows, okay? Blake stepped out of the bedroom, clad in black jeans and a t-shirt with Animal from The Muppets on the front, spazzing out on the drums. "So, what occasions the visit, mm?"
"I guess... as lame as this sounds, I wanted to talk. Like, REALLY talk, not just 'exchanging pleasantries then fucking'. Not that I don't love that. And not that I object to fucking after we're done." She grinned and threw a saucy wink Blake's way then. "But yeah... I want you to have the full Gwen experience. And that includes knowing what makes me tick."
"Alright," Blake replied with a surprised smile before taking Gwen’s hand and leading her to the couch. She sat down with her back against the armrest, crossing a foot under her thigh. "So tell me."
"Ok..." Gwen took a deeeep breath, sitting down beside Blake, taking one of her hands between both of hers. Heh. She blushed then, remembering the LAST time they were on this couch together... "Anyway. Um... look. If I ever seem needy. Or... or paranoid. You need to understand how much I’ve been hurt. I never really talked about this. Not even when me and Skylar were together. She knew about my exes, but I never really explained how much I was hurting inside. but I want you to know."
"Okay," Blake nodded slowly before placing her free hand on top of Gwen’s, looking into the Slayer’s eyes. "Whatever you need to tell me… I’m listening, okay?"
"I've let myself fall for a couple of people in my life. And not one has turned out well. The ones that hurt the most though... well, one was my friend Marlowe. We'd been friends since childhood, and I totally fell for her. And while we're still friends today... the fact that she wasnt able to love me the same way I loved her.... it broke me a little inside." She pulled up the hem of her shirt, that tattoo across her tummy, of the words 'I ALONE' showing. "That was when I got this. I was convinced I would be alone forever... and this was meant to show that I accepted it."
Blake nodded slowly, her eyes tearing up a little. She didn’t really know what to say right now, so she settled for squeezing Gwen’s hand, showing that she was listening, and that she was still there.
"I met Skylar right after that, though. And I really thought I was gonna spend my life with her, Bee. I mean... I always felt like she was better than me, like I didn't deserve her... but I thought we were forever. And when she cheated on me... it broke parts of me that I didn't even know could BE broken. I literally felt like my heart was cracked in two. Bee... a few years ago, my own father kicked me out. Said he couldn't deal with what I was. That hurt me so badly I'm STILL not over it totally. But what Skylar did... it made that seem like child's play."
"I’m sorry that happened to you... that all of that happened to you," Blake murmured, feeling a little impotent here. What could she say, really? She placed a hand to Gwen’s cheek and smiled faintly. Sadly.
"No. No, baby, don't be sad." Gwen smiled, a smile that looked, finally, content. "I'm telling you this because you need to know that you're healing me. Finally. I've never felt more whole... more complete, than I do with you, Bee."
"Oh," Blake blinked. Her eyebrows shot up, "Really?"
"Really. You make me feel like I matter, baby. And honestly? I havent felt like that since before me and Marlowe broke up. With you... I feel like I’m actually worth something, like I'm not just some slutty bimbo that's good for a laugh." She leaned in, nuzzling the other girl with a sweet little sigh.
Blake purred at the nuzzling. "Here," she murmured, before repositioning them on the couch, laying them both down and wrapping her arms around Gwen in a very sweet cuddle. "I'm pretty tragic with words, if we're being honest, but with you it's more from awe then general spazziness… okay, maybe a little spazziness, because I know that's not a word," she whimpered and then jutted her lip in a pout, "maybe I should stop talking now."
"No... Don't say that... You don't ever need to stop talkin'. I love hearing your voice." Gwen said with a content sigh. "It's kinda my anchor. But, yeah. My love life has been pretty much a joke. Everyone I've ever let myself really LOVE has more or less tossed me aside. So don't get offended or annoyed if I ask you a LOT if you're sure you wanna be with me."
"Hm, alright. Well," Blake murmured, before squeezing Gwen close to her, "by that same token then, please don’t get offended or annoyed if I express myself physically more than verbally, sometimes. And I don’t mean sex… y’know, just little things. Nuzzles and… well, this," she added, giving Gwen another squeeze. "And if I seem overly possessive… that’s just the way I work, okay? So… I guess you don’t have to worry, huh?"
"Luckily I find posessiveness cute and flattering. So obsess away." Gwen said with a HUGE grin. "So... We're finalizing the move, you know. Gonna be hitting Vegas in the next week or two. Put any thought into Wes' offer? I know its waaaaay soon to be living together, but it beats not seeing each other..."
"As weird as it sounds, I think I’m gonna talk to my parents about it. I know Neely’s not your biggest fan right now, but… still. I should talk to her before I do anything. Maybe clear the air a little," she murmured, before jutting her bottom lip in a pout. "Bastian wants to stay here. Not here-here, but L.A. which is just… I dunno. I guess I figured we’d stick together."
"No matter what... I'm yours. Always. We'll make this work. Bee... You're kinda as important to me as oxygen. Besides... we have years and years of traumatizing Wes and Neely to look forward to." D'aww... She arched back a little, trying to cuddle into as much of the girl as possible.
Blake purred and placed a kiss to Gwen’s forehead, “Mm, and won’t that be fun, hm?" She murmured, before tugging a lock of Gwen’s hair. "I know it’ll work out. I guess we’ll just take things as they come."
"And if you need to be with your sister, I'll understand. Again... We'll make it work. No matter what." For the first time in ages, Gwen found herself EXCITED about her future. And that? Was a great feeling.
"I just…" Blake sighed. "I worry about her sometimes, that’s all. She’s …emotional." She laughed then, "I know, ‘Bastian’ and ‘emotional’ shouldn’t ever be in the same sentence, right? I guess I mean… destructive, when she’s upset." Which explained why Bastian didn’t do confrontation well, hm? "Rachelle… Our Rachelle was the only person she ever really talked to. Ever really calmed her down, y’know? I’m worried that leaving her isn’t the best idea. I mean, I know Bastian’s a big girl and she’s smart. She’s hella smart, but this one thing she’s just as stupid as I am about." She looked away as she felt tears sting her eyes, "I feel so selfish for wanting to go with you more."
"It's kind of funny, really. That BOTH of us fell for each other so quickly." Gwen laughed, rolling a little to look in her lover's eyes. "And I'm gonna have a talk with Rachelle anyway, to clear the air. When I do... I'm gonna ask her to please build as close of a relationship to Bastian as she can."
Blake sighed and nuzzled into Gwen a little, "Thank you. I know she probably will anyway, or I’m just being overemotional or something, but that’s what family’s for, right? They make you go crazy?"
"Anything for you." Then she thought for a minute, and raised a brow. "Question though: why were you mumbling 'Yankee motherfuckers...' in your sleep last time you stayed over?"
"Oh," Blake blushed. "I had a dream the Yankees won the World Series. It ended well, though. I had Derek Jeter castrated… and their stadium buuuuurned to the ground. So, now you know. I hate the Yankees… and am apparently an evil mastermind in my dreams."
Gwen just burst out laughing there, rolling onto her back. "Well, I'm not much of a sports girl, but I'd give it a try for you. But on the bright side, that means I don't like the Yankees..."
"Damn right you don’t," Blake replied with a smirk. She curled onto her side and traced her fingers across Gwen’s stomach, "I could just picture you in a little baseball outfit… or basketball…. Or soccer… or …" She whimpered. Aww, looks like we hit on one of Blake’s soft spots, hm?
"Dude. I totally rock the little softball shorts." Gwen said with a stern nod. "Seriously. This ass was MADE for those shorts."
"Hrmh, I dunno," Blake replied, before turning Gwen over on her side so she could look at said ass. "I’d kinda have to see you in them to be sure about that," she added with a smirk.
"I'm thinking you'd rather see me OUT of them though..." The blonde shot back with a loud chuckle, sticking her tongue out defiantly. "And for the record... for some reason, the image of you going all spazzy watching sports is ridiculously adorable to me."
"Pssh, naw. If anything, it’d be terrifying," Blake replied, before tugging at Gwen’s waist and nuzzling into her neck. Aww, someone was a cuddly bear. "Seriously: run for the hills, terrifying."
"I'm a horrible person." Gwen admitted with a long sigh. "You're being just... heartbreakingly adorable, and all I can think of is how bad I wanna sit on your face right now."
"Oh no, you’re on to me," Blake giggled and nipped at Gwen’s neck. What? She couldn’t be devious?
Of course, as was fitting with Gwen, she had to balance something perverse with something... adorably romantic. She held a pinkie finger up to the other girl, and grinned. "Eternity... promise?"
Blake giggled, thinking that had to be the cutest thing ever, before locking their pinkies, "Promise."