Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-09-22 09:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison |
It's a Wonder How They Get Anything Done
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: Their new comic store – sort of
When: Backdated to last Wednesday, September 15th
Tiny warning for petting. Very tiny.
"Holy SHIT, Bee... check this shit OUT!"
Gwen gasped with a loud, happy laugh as they walked into a small, empty building that supposedly had previously been two different fast food places, a used bookstore, and a vintage clothing store. Hey, fuck off. It was THEIRS now.
"Ok, so right NOW it looks like a crack house... but seriously, picture it... once we get this shit fixed up? This is gonna be our store..."
And how cute was Gwen? She was standing there in a little pair of softball shorts (hey, she knew Blake had a weakness for them), knee-high socks, a Boba Fett tee, sneakers, and her blonde-and-pink hair in long pigtails.
"Jesus, I think I just came" was Blake's very elegant response as she looked around, her eyes wide with surprise since she hadn't actually been IN there before. She herself was wearing sneakers, blue jeans and a black t-shirt with 'Fuck the Yankees' written across the breast, her chocolate brown hair (yes, she'd finally gotten around to dying it) hidden under a black bandana. "Loooot of cleaning up," she noted.
"Still. It has everything we need. Plenty of room for merch AND for having gaming and stuff..." The blonde looked back to her girlfriend with a salacious grin, "Plenty of room to have a private place for me to drag you off to when I just suddenly feel like I need to do you right then and there..."
"Yeah, we need our own theme music when we do that. Like, the old Adam West Batman or something," Blake replied with a cheeky smirk. "We still need a name."
"Heh. Damn, I love you. Seriously. You're the fucking BEST, Scrappy." Oh god... there was that little pet name (every pun intended) for her again. "Have you thought of any ideas for names? You know my creativity, seriously. And I doubt Gwen & Blake's Sweet-Ass Comics Store would turn too many heads."
Blake giggled. "I've decided that nothing involving closets or Skeletor will be accepted, so... That leaves kinda a lot," she admitted with a blush.
"Ok, so... we definitely know Skeletor's Comics Closet will NOT be the name of our store. Can't say I had my hopes pinned on that one anyway, so aces there."
Gwen made a little show of shaking that ass at Blake teasingly, before grinning with mischief.
"Oh yeah. Kinda made a new friend at Avarice II the other night... cute redhead that works.... wait for it... at a local PEEP SHOW. She totally wants us to come watch her sometime. Doesn't even mind if I totally maul you during it."
"My girl made a friennnnd," Blake teased in an adorable sing-song voice. She tugged Gwen back by her waist and wrapped her arms around the Slayer from behind. "Like you could resist mauling me, anyway. Seriously. I think if you'd try you'd have an aneurysm or something."
"I did. She kinda has that 'hot former crack-whore' look to her, but in a good way." ....only Gwen would consider that a compliment, hm? "And keep huggin' me like that and I'm gonna maul you right HERE, while the place still looks like a drug den."
Blake nipped at Gwen's shoulder, deciding to play it innocent for now. "What way?" Also..."'m glad you're makin' friends."
"You knowwww what way. That way where she looks kinda rough, but still hot enough to totally wanna see in a porno." Good lord. Sadly? Blake would likely know EXACTLY what Gwen meant.
Oooh yeah, Blake knew alright. She nipped at Gwen's shoulder again. "Alright. We'll definitely go. Just not on a school night. Can't have you corrupting me or anything." Snicker.
"Yeah. Really. Because you're this sweet little innocent thing. NOT." Gwen snorted, laughing with a roll of her eyes. "Hey... how about High Stakes Comics?" Gwen laughed. "Since it's in Vegas... and you know.. 'stakes'..."
Blake giggled and shook her head. "Not sure about that one. I like the idea of a terrible pun, though," she added with a smirk as she loosened Gwen's shorts a little around the waist.
"Oh, check you out. We don't even have the place CLEAN yet and yer wantin' to christen it." Gwen still melted a little though, as she did almost ANY time Blake touched her. "...ok, I'm convinced. Let's do this shit."
Blake giggled. "Ever the romantic," she purred into Gwen's ear, before nibbling on her earlobe.
"Dude. I'm WAY romantic. And classy as FUCK." Yep. that's Gwen. Class personified. "So... you gonna maul me or what, Chatty Cathy?"
"Hey!" Blake smacked Gwen on the ass. "I'm not the one doing all the talking here." She laughed, though, and tugged Gwen's back flush against her with a possessive growl. "Mine." Without another word, one of her hands slid under Gwen's shorts...