Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-10-06 00:48:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | hopeful |
Entry tags: | blake morrison, wesley wyndam pryce |
Asking for Permission
Who: Wes and Blake
Where: Wes and Gwen's Home
When: Wednesday Afternoon, 9/29
Blake had been meaning to talk to Wesley one-on-one for a while, but what with the new store and ... well, to be honest, getting constantly groin-y with Gwen, she hadn't had the chance. Today was different, however, because she had something that she wanted to ask him. She made her way up to his front door and knocked, looking surprisingly well dressed in sneakers, dark blue jeans and a plain white tee, over which was a gray-knit cardigan, her head tied back in a nice bun. She looked almost respectable now, didn't she?
Wesley had been reading through a book that Giles had lent him (it was a book on faeries, and no, they weren't full of magic, they liked to eat children) when he heard a knock at the door. He hadn't been expecting anyone to drop by, and was a little surprised to see just who it was. "Blake? What a surprise," he said, stepping back from the door so that she could walk inside. "I hope you're not looking for Gwen, because she's not in right now."
"I know," Blake replied with a sly little smile. My, what was she up to? "I actually came to talk to you. Y'know, if you're not too busy or anything."
He arched an eyebrow at her. "No, I'm not busy," he said to her, shutting the door behind her when she came inside. "What can I do for you?"
"I'm not really sure how to do this," she started as she stepped inside, "and frankly, it's one of things that you only hope to do once in your life, but. I wanted to ask you something. I love Gwen and I want to spend the rest of my life loving her, so I guess what I'm asking for is permission."
He stood there and listened to her for a moment. "It is something that you hope to only do once," he said in agreement with her. "Before I say yes or no, do you mind if I ask you a few questions first?" It was something he SHOULD have done with Skylar, after all, but he hadn't, and it had been a MONUMENTAL screw up on his part.
"Of course," she replied. "I wouldn't expect any less." Of course, she had the butterflies going in her stomach like WHOA. Still, it was important to her to get his approval, even though she knew that she might not like some of what he had to say.
He guided her to the living room. "Here, have a seat," he said to her. "Can I get you something to drink?" He was actually already off getting tea as he kept talking. "I actually like you, Blake. I don't want to scare you. I just want to know a few things first." He wanted to put the girl at ease if he could.
"I'd love a tea," Blake replied with a chuckle, kind of dreading the inevitable questions that he'd ask, but also prepared to answer them to the best of her ability. "And that's okay. It's part of the reason why I'm here."
Quickly enough, he came back into the living room with a tray of tea and crumpets, thus fulfilling every stereotype out there. He set it down and poured her a cup. "So..., I guess my big concern is...I don't know, concern might be a strong word, but either way, you haven't been together for all that long. Maybe this is too soon? I don't necessarily think you would, but I don't want to see Gwen get hurt again." He sighed. He poured himself a cup, and, after fixing it up, took a sip. "I'm not trying to be a pessimist, but I have to look out for Gwen." Lord knew she wouldn't think to do it herself.
"I know it's soon," Blake replied, trying not to laugh as he brought in the crumpets. "And I'm not saying that we get married tomorrow. It's just... important to me that she knows I'm not going anywhere. She looks at me like..." she sighed, feeling herself getting a little teary-eyed, "like I'm her world. And God knows she's mine. I know I'm young. I *know* she's been stepped on countless times, but I'm not gonna do that. I'm not going anywhere. Even if she tries to force me away."
He nodded as she explained everything. "So...this may be a long term engagement then?" he asked, taking another sip of his tea. Oh yeah, he knew he looked like something out of an old movie with his tea and crumpets, but he loved them, damnit. "I'm sure somewhere in her she knows that you won't be going anywhere on her, but I'm sure it wouldn't hurt for her to hear it." He actually grinned slightly. "I'm not sure if jewelry would be appropriate. She tends to kill most things while patrolling." That did include rings.
"Longterm, yeah," Blake nodded, lifting her teacup and taking a sip. If there was one thing the English did well, it was tea. "I mean, I still have school and I'm kinda stressed about opening the comic shop as it is. I'm thinking after I graduate. And, um," she blushed. "I kinda asked one of my mom's, Rachelle, to help me with the ring. I mean, we could always get matching tattoos or something, but... she deserves a proper ring." Wow. Blake had been thinking about this for a while, huh?
He couldn't help but smirk at the last thing that she said about Gwen deserving a ring. "Then just remind her to take it off before going out to kill vampires or something might happen to it," he said. Of course, he couldn't help but remember what happened the last time Gwen got a tattoo of someone's name. Ugh. "How is the comic book store going?"
Luckily, Blake didn't think tattooing their names on each other was the way to go. Maybe she'd design something for them? "It's getting there," she sighed. "We have to do a bit of construction to bring it to code, but it's getting there. Gwen's just... ridiculously excited about it. It's cute. She's all gung-ho."
"From what I've heard her talk about she sounds very excited." He may not say it out loud, but he was sure that Gwen was excited about having something to do every day that she could consider her very own. Slaying was one thing but, other than a stipend, it didn't pay all that much.
"She's just... Full of ideas about it, too. You just have to get her talking about it. It's really... Sorry. Gushing," Blake blushed.
"From what little she's said to it about me she seems really excited about it." He only said 'little' because he assumed she was saying so much more to Blake. She had been bubbling forth about it to Wes for quite some time. "I don't mind the gushing. I do it about her quite often myself."
"You do?" Blake asked with an arched eyebrow. SHE'D never heard him gush, but then again, they'd never sat down and had a proper conversation before so she couldn't hold it against him. "I thought the English were all stiff upper lip?" She teased lightly.
Wes snorted. "I think I lost my English card a long time ago, Blake," he said, using a phrase Gwen said to him many a time. "I do brag on occasion. Gwen's an amazing woman, and she'll make someone a very happy wife someday." He grinned. "Hopefully that's you."
"If you'll let me," Blake replied. She wasn't really subtle, was she? "I promise you, I'll look after her. No one will love her as much as I do, Wes. No one."
"I suspect that you're right about that." She had better be for her sake. "Fine. You have my blessing. Just...don't screw up." He sighed. "I really mean that in the best way possible."
"I know you do," Blake replied, feeling herself getting a little teary-eyed again. "You're her dad, you're always gonna want the best for her. And I won't let you, or her, down. I'm too stubborn for that."
He nodded. "Glad you're too stubborn, then," he said to her. "Sometimes you have to be stubborn to deal with Gwen, and I mean that in the most loving way possible."
"I know," Blake laughed, grinning and DESPERATELY trying not to tell him stories here. She'd traumatized him enough. "So... I know it's rushed, but I was thinkin' of taking her away this weekend. My cousin owns a hotel, so, hey! We won't be screwing here this weekend." Lovely.
When she suggested taking Gwen away for the weekend, he nodded. It would give him time to do something that he wanted to do as well. "Not really rushed, I suppose," he said to her.
She smiled when he said that and took a sip of her tea, trying not to hop in her seat excitedly. "I think that if I tried to keep it from her, I'd fail horribly. That, or 'Chelle'd blurt something out mid-conversation. And we don't want that," she smirked.
"Frankly, the sooner you ask her now, the better, especially if you are worried that one of your mothers may accidentally blurt it out," Wes said with a smirk. "When do you graduate, may I ask?"
"Um," she rolled her eyes thoughtfully, "Not until May, I think. I know that I goof around a lot, but I'm actually a good student... Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering," he said to her. He was curious to know how long before they would probably start making serious plans to get married. "Well, I suppose I should let you get going, if you'd like." She had said something earlier about needing to run, hadn't she?
"Yeah. Thanks, Wes. My mom, 'Chelle's, gonna help me with the ring today. If you'd ever met her, you'd realize how hilarious that might end up." She sighed, thinking on the wedding day. She'd likely do anything to make Gwen happy, honestly. She stood and smirked at him, "Pretty soon I'm gonna be calling you 'dad'. Are you ready for that?"
"I'm sure that I'll meet her soon enough," he said with a slight grin. Gwen never called him 'dad' so it might be a little strange for Blake to do so, but whatever.
"Yeah, that'll be a fun day," Blake laughed, before giving him a cute little wink. "See you soon."