Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-10-10 21:20:00 |
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Current mood: | hopeful |
Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison |
Forever
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: Wes' house, then The Royal Star Hotel
When: Backdated to Friday, October 1st
Warning: For nudity and a liiittle foreplay
Fairly certain that she had everything prepared for the proposal, Blake made her way to Gwen and Wes' in her newly inherited red convertible. Think she was nervous? Ooooh yeah. She had an overnight bag in the back seat and… well, since Gwen was just as devious as she was, she knew the blonde wouldn't be resistant at all to her idea. She pulled the car to the curb out the front and killed the engine before making it up the front step, dressed in tight dark blue jeans and a black, low-cut shirt with a delicate trim for the sleeves, her dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Of course, even though she had incredibly romantic things in mind, she was still a goober and yelled as she knocked: "Gweeeeeen. Open up!"
"Hold yer fuckin' wad, beeyotch!" Gwen shouted from the living room sofa, hopping up with a laugh to open the door. She was chillin' by herself today as Wes was out with Narcissa, so the slayer was vegging out in cut-off jeans, a skintight white tank-top, and a Red Sox cap that (sweetly) she wore solely because it made her think of Blake. "Hi baby! What's up?"
"Not much!" Blake chirped as she stepped inside. "I just missed your gorgeous ass." As if to prove that, she slapped Gwen's ass with a giggle. "And I maaaay have a surprise for you."
"Is it that sweet vibrator with the beads that we saw at the Adult Superstore last week? Because that would be AWESOME." Oh, Gwen. Such class and sophistication. She grinned and kissed Blake on the cheek.
"No... Why didn't *I* think of that?" Blake blinked and shook her head. "Guess who has a relative who owns a hotel and maaay have given us a room for the weekend?" She pulled out a hotel key from her back pocket with a smirk.
"D'awww, sweetie!" Gwen grinned, giving the other girl a great big hug. "You mean for once we're gonna have sex in a place we're SUPPOSED to? You're the best."
Blake giggled. "Well, I figure Wes can use a break. AND we totally don't have to leave the room allll weekend." Oh, how evil was she? Seriously? "So pack a bag, sexy. 'Cause I can't wait."
"You're SO fucking hot when you're all forceful." Gwen snickered and ran to her bedroom, throwing a small suitcase of clothing together as quickly as she could. "We're gonna have a BLAST. Remind me to seriously thank Bronte and Grant, seriously..."
Blake laughed as she followed Gwen into the bedroom. "We'll do something nice for them... Y'know. NOT fuck in their house, or something." She grinned and bit Gwen's shoulder possessively.
"DUDE." Gwen laughed as she zipped the suitcase shut. "Bronte would murder us and wear our entrails as JEWELRY if we fucked in her house. No thanks, babe." She grabbed the bag and quickly scribbled a note to Wesley explaining where she'd gone. "Ok, let's hit the road, gorgeous."
"Ppft, all I have to do is make the big doe-like eyes," she demonstrated this, wibbling her lip slightly, "and she'll COMPLETELY forget why she was pissed." She took Gwen's bag and held a up a finger to stop the Slayer from protesting, and led her down to the car.
"Yeah. Right. Bronte's like the god damned Terminator, dude. Seriously." Still, she shut up and followed Blake out, locking the door and then hopping into the car.
"Puh-lease. No one is immune to my pout," Blake replied, completely serious as she tossed Gwen's bag into the back and jumped into the front seat, barely taking the time to put on her seatbelt before gunning the engine to make the short drive to the hotel.
Once in their room, Blake noted the little welcome package for them. "Non-alcoholic champagne? Okay. Maybe she *is* the Terminator."
"Wow. This place is totally fucking BOMB!" Gwen squealed, looking around the suite. "This is the biggest shit I've seen since me and Skylar used to live together!"
Blake laughed, tipping the boy who helped them with their things and locking the door after he left. "Go on. Jump on the bed. You know you want to." She teased. "And you know I'd have you in a mansion when we move in together."
Oh gawd. Gwen actually squealed then, and did exactly as Blake suggested, hopping up on the bed and leaping up and down like a damn five-year-old. Finally, she hopped down and grabbed Blake, pulling her down onto the bed with her, grinning wildly. "Thank you for this, Bee. Dunno what brought it on, but it's SUCH a nice getaway."
"Figured you'd like it," Blake purred, nuzzling into Gwen sweetly. "Plus, you've been working SO hard lately..." Awr.
"Dude, I know, right?" Gwen laughed, nuzzling Blake lightly. "I love it though. Wes is SO proud of me, which makes me all kinds of happy. He's stood by me through SO much shit... it feels good to show he was right to do it. And... are you ok?" Gwen arched an eyebrow and held her tighter. "You got nervous rollin' off you in WAVES."
"I don't know WHAT you're talking about," Blake giggled. Okay, so she was a terrible liar, leave her alone. "Okay, so I *might* have other plans for this weekend that I'm kinda nervous about, but for now..." she kissed along Gwen's neck, "I think you should get naked."
"Naked? Naked I can do. Naked I'm AWESOME at." Hey now. One of Gwen's more endearing traits? She knew her limits AND her strengths, ok? She made one slick motion of slipping those shorts off along with the little thong she wore under it, flinging that tank-top across the room shortly after. "Naked enough for ya?"
"God yes," Blake purred, giving Gwen a cheshire grin. She climbed on top of Gwen and pinned her to the bed, joining her hands over her head.
"You got ANY idea how much I love when you get all overpowering with me?" Gwen admitted with a laugh. "God, I'm SO fucking in love with you, woman..."
"God, I should hope so," Blake purred, before dipping down to capture one of Gwen's nipples between her teeth, tugging lightly. "Otherwise me asking you to marry me would be a bit awkward."
"Yeah..." Gwen smiled sweetly, those words seemingly affecting her more than the teasing. "I can't wait for that day, baby... I kinda dream about it. Like all the time..." Did she sorta not realize what Blake was saying? Hey. Gwen? NOT A ROCKET SCIENTIST, OK???
Blake smirked faintly, trailing little kisses down Gwen's stomach to her navel. "Annnd if that day was today?" Okay, so she didn't exactly PLAN to ask like this, but it made sense if you thought about it.
"Wait... whatthefuck?" Gwen bolted up into a sitting position, blinking as she stared into Blake's eyes. "Baby? What're you... I mean... are... are you... are you serious?"
Blake had no choice but to go up with her, really. Straddling Gwen's lap, she wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck and looked into her eyes. "Like a heart attack." She nibbled her lip. "I love you. You make me feel like... There's nothing else in the world. And I want to be with you. Forever."
Gwen felt her eyes tearing up a little (ok, a lot), and she blinked some of it away. "Is this a... a real proposal? Like... the whole kneeling-ring-promising-forever thing?" Gwen honestly NEVER thought anyone would propose to her. Hell, when she was married to Skylar, SHE'D been the one who proposed.
Blake nodded. "I'm sorry, I didn't do it right, I just got caught up in ... Well," she blushed. "Here," she help up a finger briefly, before moving over to her travel bag, finding a small jewelry box, she went back over to the bed and knelt down, opening the box. "Wes said that, um, you should probably take it off before Slaying." She took in a deep, unsteady breath. "You are the most beautiful, wonderful, nerdy as fuck woman that I've ever met. Gwen Morrison, will you marry me?"
"........Jesus Harold Christ." Yes, to Gwen, the "H" stood for Harold. Fuck off. "Blake. I... I'm fucked in the head, I'm damaged goods, and I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I can't figure out WHY the hell you want me so bad... but fuck... I'm so glad you do. Yes, of COURSE I'll marry you..." she held her hand out nervously for Blake to put the ring on her.
"You're PERFECT to me, baby," Blake purred. "I wouldn't change a thing." Trying not to blubber, Blake took the VERY expensive, yet sleekly designed ring from the jewelry box and slipped it on Gwen's ring finger.
"Oh, Bee..." Gwen swallowed hard, looking at it, and wondering briefly if this was all a dream. "I... I can't believe it... you... you REALLY wanna be my wife..."
"Very VERY much, yes," Blake nodded, moving to crawl into Gwen's lap again. "I love you SO much, you have no idea..."
"Bee..." Gwen was far beyond being able to NOT cry now.. but it felt good. The first time in a long time that she was crying for a GOOD reason. "I was so, so lost... it was so dark where I was... but you found me, baby. You found me and healed me and made me whole again. And I'll forever think you're... just the best thing that has EVER happened to me." Ladies and gentlemen! GWEN! Saying something classy, intelligent, and sweet! MIRACLES CAN HAPPEN!
Blake smoothed her fingers through Gwen's hair and coo'd soothingly. She had never been good with words, but damn it if she wasn't going to try. "I lost... almost everything. I came here with my clothes on my back and my sisters. Everything I knew was gone. My WORLD was gone. It took so much effort not to just... lie down and die. But then there was you, and suddenly I had a new world. You." D'aw.
"God, every time I think you can't be more amazing, you go and say something like that. I love you, baby. And I swear, stay with me and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make sure nothing ever makes you sad or hurt again." Gwen rested her forehead against Blake's, sighing sweetly. "I want to make you happy. Forever."
"And that's exactly what you'll get," Blake murmured, leaning forward to brush her lips against Gwen's softly. "Forever."