Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-01-11 19:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison |
"Every fucking time I think there is NO POSSIBLE WAY I could love you any more..."
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: Avarice II
When: Tuesday, January 11th
With the comic store finally open and a new employee that picked up things quicker than she expected, Blake decided to take the night off. School had picked up again and her workload was almost unbearable. She needed to blow off steam, which was why she had arranged for Gwen to meet her at Avarice II. The Werewolf made her way inside, currently dressed in straight-leg blue jeans and a white silk full-length see-through shirt and looked around for her girl.
Gwen, meanwhile, had been just enjoying a night free of work or, well, OTHER work. Which meant? No store, no slaying. She had been dancing, just letting loose, wearing a pair of jeans shorts that, frankly, barely served their purpose, as well as a sleeveless Yankees Haters tee (wonder where she got THAT, hm?) that fit her juuuust tight enough to look delectable. She was just havin' a grand old time, until she spun around and saw Blake. IN THAT OUTFIT. And went pretty much retarded on sight. As in? Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened, and she practically tripped on her own tongue. "I... I.... holy SHIT."
"What?" Blake laughed awkwardly, giving Gwen a puzzled look. "Do I have something on my face?"
"Not yet, but looking like that? I'd like to answer that question with 'my ass'." Ah. So wonderfully classy, eh? "God, you look amazing, honey..."
"Oh," Blake blinked, still not used to being so obviously complimented. "Thank you." She gave Gwen a quick peck on the cheek and then laughed, "YOU, on the other hand, look incredibly skanky, baby."
"I know, right?" Gwen laughed, taking that entirely as a compliment. Sigh. "Seriously, I've had like, 20 people hit on me already. Kinda flattering."
"Mhmm... and did you tell them all that you have an overly possessive fiance who would sooner rip their throats out then let them touch you?" Blake said this all in a teasing lilt... but my god if she wasn't serious.
"God, that's so hot." Gwen muttered, eyes going wide. So she found Blake's possessive streak sexy. Fuckin' sue her. "So what brings YOUR sexy self here tonight? I thought you had schoolwork?"
"Eh. Totally bailed on it. I needed a break, y'know?" She let out an adorable whimper and leaned forward to nip at Gwen's neck.
"Hotness was ok with you bailing on a schoolnight? Either she doesn't know or she's even more awesome than I thought." Yeah. Gwen just called Blake's nana 'Hotness'. Sigh.
"I think she knows how stressed I've been lately... I have to go home before twelve, though. Otherwise I'll turn into a pumpkin." Blake grinned, completely ignoring the 'Hotness' part.
"God, is it wrong that my first thought was "Well, I do love eating pumpkin pie..."? Because... yeah. It totally was." Gwen admitted with a sheepish grin, clasping her hands behind her back.
"You're so bad..." Blake laughed, smacking Gwen's ass. "And I'd... prooobably be disappointed if you DIDN'T say something like that, babe."
"Speaking of bad..." Oh dear... that voice perked up as a naughty little smile crept onto Gwen's face. "Wanna rough me up tonight? I kinda miss you getting all hardcore with me."
Blake's eyebrows shot up and she couldn't help it but give Gwen a naughty little grin of her own. "It... HAS been a while, huh?" Gee, ya think?
"Yeah. Don't get me wrong... sex of ANY kind with you is amazing but..." Gwen actually BLUSHED a little ladies and gents. WRITE IT DOWN! "GOD I just love when you get all rough and and manhandle me sometime..."
"Is that so?" Blake sucked her lower lip between her teeth and tried to bite back a burgeoning smirk as she wrapped her arms around Gwen's waist and shoved her hands into her back pockets. "Why... I had no idea," she purred.
"Oh, there's a LOT of things I got in this mind of mine that you've no idea about..." She said jokingly, although... yes. Some of the things in there? She didn't have the HEART to tell her. Like how her old friend had called, bragging about how she and her girlfriend had each bagged Neely and Chelle. Ah, such innocent types Gwen hung around with, hm?
"Oh yeah? Give me an example," Blake teased with a cheeky smile and a giggle.
Oh well. Fuck it. She asked for it, right? "Well... apparently one of my old friends and her girlfriend just totally had wild monkeysex with your moms..." Gwen said, trying not to laugh.
"Were they hot? ... Wait, nevermind. I'm just gonna work on repressing that you ever said that," Blake replied, before doing a chorus of 'lalalalala'.
"Oh God. Faith and Candi? They're like... MEGA-hot. Seriously. If I wasn't with you? Oh dear, I'd be huntin' them down right NOW." Then, when the 'lalalala' started? Gwen giggled. Loudly. "You're seriously too cute, baby. OH! Ok, confession time. AND NO LYING. How hard did you have to try not to drool the first time Max walked into the store?"
Blake actually blinked at her then and wet her lips, "...No lying?" She chuckled and shuffled her feetĀ a little. "I kinda didn't notice. I guess I'm too hung up on you." ... That's was likely one of the sweetest things that Blake had ever said, and she truly meant every word.
"Ohmygod. Blake?" Gwen blanched a little, looking as if she were about to tease Blake, or make some pervy comment... before tears started welling up in her eyes. D'aww. "Every fucking time I think there is NO POSSIBLE WAY I could love you any more, you go and say something like that."
"Sorry... I guess I can't help it," Blake teased lightly, shrugging her shoulders as if it was no big.
"You're just... you're EXTRAORDINARY, Blake. So beautiful, witty, clever, nerdy, sexy... just... GAH. You're everything I ever wanted." When the hell did GWEN ever get this sweet, huh?
Blake blushed, still not used to being so... well, complimented. "Thank you, baby," was all she could think to say right then.
"Thank YOU." Gwen said simply, able to tell when Blake was getting so emotionally overwhelmed that it threatened to make her clam up. "Anyway. Did you wanna dance? Or maybe just go back to Wes' house and fuck like bunnies?"
"Baby," Blake chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Do you really have to ask at this point?"
"Well, NO..." Gwen admitted with a chuckle, "But I'm tryin' to make sure you have OPTIONS..."
"Let's go home," Blake purred, giving Gwen's hand a squeeze.