|Blake Morrison (blake_morrison) wrote in freedomtownic,|
@ 2021-05-06 08:48:00
|Entry tags:||blake morrison (blake_morrison), gwen morrison (gwen_morrison)|
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: Their Home; Monstropolis
When: After Fran's intro
What: Discussing opening a mental health facility; also, being horndogs
Status: Closed; Complete
"You don't think we completely mortified that new couple, did we?" Blake asked her wife with an amused smirk. She'd just set the kids down to bed for the night and plopped her ass down on the sofa in the living room with a heavy sigh. Long day was long. She looked over at Gwen, a completely content smile on her face. They could literally be anywhere, but as long as she had Gwen and the babies with her she was happy.
"You know? They got dropped into the middle of a planet where goddamn Godzilla apparently exists. They're better off being freaked out now than later." Gwen said with a smirk, as if she'd done some wonderful altruistic thing. "We did them a service."
"Uh huh. Sure." Blake couldn't keep a straight face. She made grabby hands at Gwen. "Momma demands all of the snuggles." They genuinely weren't the types to keep physically apart for very long, to be fair.
"Girl... don't go getting all dom on me unless you're planning on getting rough tonight." Gwen said with a sly little smirk, even as she moved over to cuddle tightly against Blake. "Although... you haven't roughed me up in a while."
"Hmm, this is very true," Blake murmured, nuzzling into Gwen's neck, very much marking her as 'mine'. "I could tonight," she suggested, nipping at Gwen's neck in emphasis.
"Hm. You know, it's been awhile... I hope you're not out of practice..." Gwen said with that teasingly lilt to her voice, clearly trying to rile Blake up a little. They really did love to fuck with each other sometimes. "I mean, Aggro-Blake's kinda been in hiding for a while..."
"Aggro-Blake's still very here, baby," Blake murmured, giving Gwen a possessive squeeze. She was quickly forgetting what she wanted to talk about, but that was just Gwen's power over her. "I'll fuck you up in a minute," she promised.
Gwen looked at her for a moment, before, oh dear, giving a very bored-looking yawn. "Le Siiiiiiigh... Talk talk talk. Allllll I hear is talk." Ever see bullfighting? Where the matador waves the red flag around to piss the bull off? Gwen was using words as her own personal red flag.
"I did want to talk some first," Blake let out a low growl. "It feels like we haven't done that in a long time." Yeah, fourth wall? What's that? Blake slid a hand between Gwen's thighs. "Think you can survive that for five minutes? Or can't you wait?" She squeezed in emphasis.
"Oh.... I think I can wait five minutes..." Gwen smirked, knowing this kind of behavior just stoked the flames more. Blake wanted to talk first? They could talk. But Gwen would be riling her up the entire time.
She wouldn't be Gwen if she didn't. "You know, with the kids out of the house more... it does give us more personal time. Maybe we should talk about how we're gonna fill it." She rolled her eyes. "Beyond me reaming you out."
Gwen nodded. "I never in a million years thought I'd say this.... but Brayden kinda inspired me a little." She said, honestly, yet turning to wag her ass a little at Blake as she did. Yep. They'd talk and talk seriously, but Blake was gonna get teased the entire goddamn time. "We've had a lot of good things happen for us. Maybe we should find a way to help people that need the same kind of breaks."
Blake narrowed her eyes and ran a hand reverently over Gwen's ass. "What're you proposing that we do?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow much like Neely would. To be fair, they'd been here long enough. Maybe it was time to give back to the community.
"I don't know...." Gwen sighed, deep in thought. "I mean I've never been accused of being the brains in this relationship. But I was thinking something along the lines of Open Arms. Maybe a place for anyone to go who's having problems with depression or mental health, since so many people get royally fucked by this place."
Blake gave Gwen's ass a quick smack. "I think that's a great idea." They'd both had mental health issues and suffered from depression in the past, so it suited them that they would give back to the community in that way.
"Then that's what we'll do." Gwen said, with a nod. "Mental health is something that's gone surprisingly ignored here. We're gonna be the ones to finally address it." Wow. Look at that. Gwen was being entirely mature and not trying to rile Blake up anymore! Annnnd then she slipped her hand down the front of her pants for a minute before bringing that same hand to Blake's lips. Goddammit, nevermind.
Oooookay, so much for a mature conversation. Blake let out a low growl at Gwen's scent, then grabbed her by the wrist and started sucking at her fingers. "You. You are a horrible, terrible influence on me, Gwen Morrison."
"Who? ME?" Gwen asked, with a scandalized look on her face. "I'm just a poor, defenseless girl waiting for her medicine." Oh god, she was damn near wading in the bullshit now.
And Blake tended to just eat it up. "Defenceless? You?" She yanked Gwen over and sat her in her lap. "I don't believe that for a second."
"I'm so widdle and innocent!" Gwen tried to say in a 'little girl' voice, before bursting out laughing at the absurdity of it. "God even I can't handle *that* much bullshit..."
"You do get points for trying," Blake said with an amused smirk. She brushed hair away from Gwen's face, then twisted it around her hand and gave it a sharp tug. "So... we'll see about getting a loan, maybe renting out a place near home." Bless her, she was trying to keep the conversation going, but the look in her eyes was damn near bestial.
Yep. It was time to play. And this time, Gwen knew exactly how to flip that switch in her wife. She gave the most brutally bored look imaginable, and faked another yawn. "Oh... I'm sorry. I must've zoned out. I was thinking back to when you used to have aggression in you..."
Blake chuckled. "Bitch." She crushed her lips against her wife's, knowing that as long as she had the love of this woman, it didn't matter where they were. Because all was well in the world. No matter what one they happened to be on.