Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-10-05 17:46:00 |
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Early Wedding Present
Who: Wes and Gwen
Where: Wes and Gwen's Place, then somewhere a little special
When: Sept. 30th, Afternoon
Wesley waited for Gwen to arrive at the house nervously. He had chatted with Blake and she had told him what she wanted to do. So, he had put something together for Gwen as what may be considered an early wedding present. OK, he hoped VERY early. Still, as soon as he heard what they were thinking of doing (or what BLAKE was thinking of doing), he had started putting together a good gift for Gwen. Not that he was going to spoil the surprise for her about Blake's proposal. It was really more like one gift in several.
"Yo Wes!" Gwen loudly exclaimed as she walked in through the front door, holding an envelope in her hand. "You around? Kinda need a favor." Wearing ripped-in-the-knees jeans, a Red Sox tee (which, adorably enough, was only because it made her think of Blake), and white sneakers, she pranced in with a HUGE smile on her face.
"Yes, actually, I am," Wesley said to her. "I...well, I don't need a favor, but there is something I want to show you when you have a moment of time."
"Ok. Give me like... a minute of your time and then I'm ALL yours, ok?" She held out the envelope. "There's a good bit of money in here. And since I don't really have a bank account or anything yet.. I want you to put it somewhere safe until Christmastime, ok?"
He nodded, taking the envelope from her. "You can always open up an account if you'd like," he suggested to her. "Is this for presents?"
"It is. It... it wasn't easy for me to get that money. At all. But it was worth it, and hopefully when I get Blake some awesome gifts with it, she'll think so too." Gwen gave a nervous smile there.
"I swear if you're in trouble with another loan shark I'll...well, I will just shoot this one straight in the face to not deal with that mess again, but it had still better not be that," he said.
"No... Wes?" She gave a 'shh' gesture, her way of saying 'tell anyone this and I gut you', and sighed. "I... I sold a few things that used to mean a LOT to me. And got a good bit of cash for them."
"Fine, but you'd better be telling the truth. No more loan sharks." OK, it was mostly being playful, but he did mean it. He'd MUCH rather her come to him to ask for money than to go through that again. He couldn't help but wonder what she had sold, though.
"Wes... I mean it. Back when... when me and Skylar got married, she got me a really expensive replica of Excalibur, and a replica of Queen Guenevere's crown, that had diamonds in it and junk." She said, trying to make it sound like it was no big. "That... that part of my life is over. And while I loved those things... it was like holding on to part of her. And I don't WANT to hold on to her anymore, Wes. Blake is my heart now."
He nodded. "I understand what you mean," he said, reaching over and hugging her for a moment. "It is time to move on." If he had done it himself, maybe him and Liz would have had a better chance, but the past was the past, and he loved his present now. "Let's replace those with better presents, shall we?" There was something of a conspiratory grin on his face when he said that.
"Wes? What's goin' on?" She knew it wasn't her birthday, and Christmas was a while off.. "You dyin' or something?" Yep... that's our Gwen.
He snorted. "Occasionally I do things just to be nice," he said to her. "Now stop being silly and come with me," he said, leading her to his car so that he could take her to the place that he had bought.
Wow. Now Gwen almost felt bad for agreeing to sexually annihilate Wes's place with Blake. Almost. Heh. She jumped into the car and gave a mock sigh. "Fine, oh dearest teacher... show me."
As if they would pull that off. They were going to get a series of rather...eh...'nasty' boobie traps if they tried that when he wasn't around. He WAS paranoid after being kidnapped and tortured by a vampire once, after all.
He got her into the car and, about ten minutes later, he was driving up to what had once been a 24 hour gym, but, since it had closed, he had bought it and turned it into what would eventually be a place for the Slayers of the area to train like how they had the Hyperion in LA. Pulling the keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and let her inside, showing that he had already done some work on it, bringing out the old weight machines and such that the old gym had left behind and cleaning them up.
"DUDE! This is awesome! Like our own little Avengers Mansion or Hall of Justice!" God, Gwen... such a fucking NERD. "I'm SO proud of you! You're really doing this! All of it!"
"Well, where are you girls supposed to train? In my basement? I don't want girls wandering in and out of my home at all hours." He sighed. "OK, even more so." Oh, he was making this sound like he was doing it for himself, but he was really doing it for Gwen, plus the rest of the girls.
She hugged him tightly, feeling like this was Wes' way of showing she really DID deserve to be the leader here. "Thank you... I've been trying SO hard... workin' my ass off, really. Once we start building the Slayer squad out here... I think I'm really ready to lead them."
He hugged her back. "I know you've been working very hard, and I wanted to make sure that you had a proper place to train," he said to her. "It's not quite finished yet, but it's getting there." He *did* believe in her ability to lead the others here. He felt that she was ready for it. "Now let me go so I can breathe." The last part was said a little breathlessly.
"Oh. Fuck." She laughed and let him go. "Wes... thanks for doing this. Sticking by me. Through everything." She wasn't good at expressing herself in a classy manner. So this? Was torture. "Blake may be the glue holding my heart together now... but you're the one who held the pieces in place while the glue set."
He pulled off his glasses and wiped at his eyes. "Sorry, allergies," he muttered, putting on his glasses again after a second. Allergic to what? Sand? Yeah, right Wes. Anyway..."You're obviously what holds me together as well," he said to her. He *was* kind of a mess without her around, after all.
"Can I give you some advice, Wes? I know it's usually the other way around, and... nine times outta ten when I give people advice it ends in mayhem, but... I think I know what I'm taking about here." She reached up, sweetly placing her palm upon his cheek,.
He nodded. "Well, your advice to me usually ends up working out well," he pointed out to her.
"People like us... we don't get second chances often. When we do... we gotta make them count." She smiled softly, shaking her head. "I don't know how this... other version of Narcissa ended up here. But she's almost identical the version we knew. And Wes... you lost her once. This is your chance to do everything you regretted not doing last time."
"I don't know how she got here, either, but I'm eternally grateful that she did," he said. "Apparently I was a married man where she was from." He shook his head. He couldn't picture being married to anyone but Narcissa now. "I wanted to buy a ring first. A different ring, because just using the old one didn't feel right. I'm not going to lose her again."
"Good. Because we BOTH deserve to be happy. And Wes? Blake makes me happier than I ever knew I *could* be." Well now... was our girl finally growing up? "As I'm sure you'll find out when we inevitably take raunchy pictures and wallpaper the dining room with them." ...maaaaybe not.
That actually made him laugh. "Well, guess some things will never change," he muttered. Gwen was going to be disgustingly public with anyone that she slept with. "One day I'm going to get you back for all of that."
"As long as Cissa's in the pictures too? I can deal with that. I'll use the 'Avert the Father Figure, Look At The Hot Goth Chick' technique." Jesus, Gwen...
[00:17] lena7623: He rolled his eyes. "I bet," he said. "So, got any requests for this place? Anything that you want in here?"
"Well, I'd say a room specifically for me to sex up Blake in, but we're already putting one of those in the comics store, so... no need there..." Gwen gave a cheeky grin and crossed her arms. "Maybe some nice wrestling mats. Like UFC quality stuff. And some kind of room to make a mini-library out of, to put some research material."
He nodded. He had already made plans for a research room, but he would make sure to get the wrestling mats for her. The girls did need to learn hand to hand combat, after all.
"You know what? This calls for ice cream. Seriously." Because right now? This was Gwen's way of saying that it wasn't all about 'work', that she truly, sincerely LOVED this man.
He nodded. "It is a good time for ice cream," he agreed with her. He still found it ungodly hot in this place, after all.