Blake Morrison (blake_morrison) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-09-21 19:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake morrison (blake_morrison), gwen morrison (gwen_morrison), rachelle martin-bale (rockinrachelle) |
It's Like When They First Started Dating
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: The End Zone
When: Saturday, September 21st
What: Date night!
Rating: Mid-range; body shots are involved
Status: Closed; Complete
"You think the kids will be okay with Neely and Morgan?" Blake asked Gwen as they both made their way into The End Zone. It had been a long time since they'd had a date night and upon mentioning it to the family they'd basically bent over backwards to make it happen. Blake had picked out a red dress for the occasion, with pumps and lipstick to match. She looked and felt like a million bucks, which she hadn't since... before giving birth to Loki. Not that she'd change that for a moment! She loved her little family. Still. It was about time that they got a little silly.
"Definitely." Gwen answered, smirking with a shrug. She was decked out in a black leather knee-length dress that managed to look classy while also reminding Blake of exactly what she had going on under it. "I mean, Neely managed to raise you and your sister with Rachelle, who no offense, I wouldn't trust with my goldfish. So her with Morgan, who's pretty much the most responsible person I know? Yeah, we're golden." Gwen grinned and leaned in to give Blake a long, deep kiss. "So we are 100% good to go out and get abso-fucking-lutely stupid tonight."
"Mmmm, stupid," Blake agreed. She nipped at Gwen's bottom lip, then hooked a hand around her waist, giving her an appreciative squeeze as they ordered a few drinks. "Just how stupid are we talking here? Because I've got a few ideas." She waggled her eyebrows playfully. They'd been together for so long now that it was hard to see where one person ended and the other began, they were so entwined, body and soul.
"Well..." Gwen replied, pretending to seriously contemplate this, tapping her index finger against her lips for a moment. "I'm thinking stupid enough to say and do dumb shit we normally wouldn't do, but NOT so stupid that we don't remember any of it in the morning." They'd helped each other through extremely difficult parts of each other's lives, and had indeed become damn near symbiotic in way.
"Okay, so stay away from the Asgardian mead," Blake teased, nipping at Gwen's shoulder playfully. She just couldn't take her hands or lips off of her tonight! "Annnnddd take away Rachelle's phone so she can't film any of the shit we get up to." She looked over at her alternate universe mom and gave her the stink-eye. "Because I know you would, you bitch."
Rachelle just smirked, winking at the two as she wiped down the bar, replying in a sing-song voice "Revenge is a biiiiiiitch and sooooo am I...."
Gwen slowly raised one eyebrow, shaking her head. "Somehow, I'm a slayer and she's a normal-ass human being, yet she fucking terrifies me."
"Yep. Batshit crazy will do that to you." Blake poked her tongue out at Rachelle, then turned her attention to her wife, lightly tugging at her hair. "But hey, you've got me to protect you, remember?" She purred.
"Mmm. Yes, I do. My own little blend of batshit crazy." Gwen teased. "You have the most volatile temper at times.... GOD it's sexy." Gwen laughed, waving to Rachelle to start bringing the shots over.
Oh dear. Shots. This was gonna be a fun night. "Well, I can't help it. The thought of anyone hurting you or our babies gets me all 'grr'." She couldn't help it but grin lecherously. "Although that outfit's got me going a different kind of 'grr' right now. My god, woman. Look at you."
"You know..." Gwen laughed, giving a lazy little grin, eyes twinkling with devious intent. "I think we still lived in LA the last time you gave me that look." They'd managed to keep a very healthy love life, but this? This was the kind of fire Blake had always had in her eyes back when they'd first gotten together!
"It's really been that long?" Blake asked with an adorable whimper. She shifted in her seat a little, moving closer to Gwen, and slid a hand between her legs to lightly grip her thigh. "You know. You know that you're the only one that I'll ever love, right? I mean," she rolled her eyes, "apart from our babies. You're mine. Always."
"Damn right I am." Gwen grinned, always loving the possessive way Blake touched her. "I've been yours since the moment we met. I mean that, too. That moment my eyes met yours... from then on it was like nobody else in the world mattered."
Blake chuckled. "Those pick up lines we threw at each other were just awful." Still. That random encounter was enough to bring them together. Blake couldn't imagine a life without Gwen in it. She handed Gwen one of the shots and lifted one of her own. "What should we toast to?"
"To us." Gwen said, raising the glass.... before showing that she may get older, but she'll never really grow up. "And to the fact that I still wanna sit on your face today as badly as I did the night we met."
"Here here," Blake replied with a smirk, clinking their glasses before downing her first of likely many shots. She wrinkled her nose cutely and slammed the glass on the bar top. "My God, that was disgusting. I can't wait to have another one."
Gwen did the same, a HUGE grin on her face as she let out a loud "AHHHHHH". Reaching for another, she sang (badly) to the drink. "Hello liquor my old friend... it's time to talk with you again...."
Blake giggled. Despite her werewolf constitution she hadn't had a drink in a long time, so it wouldn't take her long at all to get absolutely hammered. "I honestly can't even remember the last time we went out and got silly like this," she admitted. She loooooved her kids, but sometimes parents needed time to themselves too.
"Which is kinda criminal, to be real." Gwen laughed, shaking her head. "I get that we're trying to be responsible adults, but... being impulsive and goofy is just us." She leaned over, kissing Blake with surprisingly intense lust. "At some point tonight? We're doing body shots. Fair goddamn warning."
Blake gave Gwen's thigh another squeeze, growling into the kiss. "At some point?" She murmured, nipping at Gwen's bottom lip playfully (and perhaps a bit challenge to it). "Why not now?"
"....you just want me to haul my ass up on that bar for you." Gwen said, deadpan, narrowing her eyes adorably. "I am so onto you, woman." Of course, she had every intention of doing ANYTHING Blake wanted, so... if she wanted Gwen for body shots now? That's exactly what she was going to get. "God I missed sitting here getting fucked up with you..."
"We should do it more often," Blake agreed. Ever since they'd had the kids they become more responsible adults, but... sometimes it was fun to let loose. She breathed in Gwen's scent and let out a content sigh. The room could be full of people right now and Blake would still only have eyes for Gwen.
It really WAS adorable how completely infatuated with each other they still were after all these years. Winking at her wife, Gwen indeed hopped up onto the bar wiggling her ass at Rachelle just to be a bitch, before laying down in front of Blake. "Keep the shots coming, Chelle! My girl's got a project here!"
Blake snort-laughed and grabbed the salt shaker from Rachelle. "Good lord. LOOK at you." Blake all but whimpered as she took in Gwen's form. With a devious grin she leaned over and sucked a spot on Gwen's neck. "Should I start here?"
"That is.... definitely a good starting point.... yeah...." Gwen mumbled dreamily, resisting the temptation to wrap her legs around Blake like a goddamn octopus. "Ok, gotta admit I'm excited as hell about what the FINISHING point is..." Hey, she knew if anyone was daring enough to get a little inappropriate it was her girl.
Blake definitely got her exhibitionist streak from Rachelle. "I have a pretty good idea..." Blake teased, voice a purr. She gently propped a wedge of lime between Gwen's lips, then sprinkled her neck with a bit of salt. She took the offered shot from Rachelle and saluted her with it. "Now how does this work again? Oh... now I remember."
She licked the salt from Gwen's neck, suckling a little with a mix of a purr and a growl, downed the shot, swallowed, then sucked the lime from between Gwen's lips. Her face wrinkled cutely at the taste and she delicately plucked the lime from her mouth. "YOU. You are a horrible influence on me, Gwen Morrison."
"YOU ARE A LYING LIAR WHO LIES." Gwen shouted, laughing with a sense of happy freedom she hadn't felt in years. It was like somehow, without really trying, they'd finally stumbled back into their younger selves. "I am a good girl, Blake. Pure and virginal." Of course, as she said this? She was pulling the front of her dress down some, just to give Blake a shot of cleavage.
"Oh yeah, you're completely innocent." Blake snorted. Still, she had to take advantage of that cleavage while she could and decided to motorboat the Mrs. "Shall we try here next?" She asked, licking a spot just above that magnificent cleavage with a possessive growl.
Gwen honestly loved that she still looked good enough to have that kind of power over the other woman. It was a hell of an ego boost. Plus... she knew that when she really got Blake riled up, that was when they had the kind of sex that made Gwen wake up sore from head to toe the next morning.
"I would say that's a good spot, yeah..." Gwen answered breathlessly, trying not to be TOO obvious with how turned on she already was. For god's sake, they weren't Rachelle and Neely, after all!
Well, Gwen's arousal might not be visible to some, but Blake was a werewolf with a wonderful sense of smell. She shook some salt onto the place that she'd just licked, then did the same process again; licking the salt, downing a shot and sucking a wedge of lime from between Gwen's lips. "You know, I think there's an office back there and it's been a long time since we ruined something to the point that Neely couldn't even enter the room," she suggested with a mischievous grin.
"God we were little bitches..." Gwen laughed, before blinking as she realized Blake was being dead serious. She felt a grin form as she shook her head. "You, Blake Morrison, are a horrible, terrible influence." She paused, before matching Blake grin with an identical one. "Let's fuck her shit up beyond repair."
"Theeeeere's m'girl," Blake growled. She helped Gwen off of the bar without any difficulty and hooked an arm around her wifes, the alcohol hadn't quite hit her yet, but even so, the decision was made with a sober mind. And so, she marched Gwen over to the office without even a second thought.