Getting a Little Serious Who: Blake and Gwen Where: The Werewolf's Den Comic Shop When: Saturday, January 29th
"What... the... fuck?" Gwen proclaimed, LOUDLY, in the middle of the store (thankfully she co-owned the place, huh?) as she looked at the New Release section. "BLAAAAAAKE? WHO THE FUCK STUCK ALL THE BATMAN SHIT UNDER MARVEL?" Clearly, Gwen was a born businesswoman, hm? Especially in her professional business attire of short-shorts and shirt that read 'I Lick Carpet'.
"How the fuck should I know?" Blake called back, also VERY loudly from her place behind the main counter, dressed in jeans and a tight fitting red t-shirt that had 'Save Ferris' written across the breast, her long hair tied back in a tight ponytail. "Maybe we have elves or something that like to fuck with you?"
Gwen turned to look at a mother, who'd brought her very young son in with her, and who was now GLARING at Gwen. "What? You want some of this, lady? It's my store, I can talk how I want. Now buy yer kid his fuckin' anime already. He's been beggin' your cheap ass for 20 minutes now and you KNOW you can afford it... standing there tellin' him he can't have a 15 dollar anime DVD while you stand there with a Louis Vuitton purse. Seriously?"
Clearly that's how you kept customers, hm? Blake hid her smirk surprisingly well as the woman DID by the DVD and then asked if she owned the place, saying that she really needed to get more respectful employees. As soon as she left? Blake burst out laughing. "God, you're gonna piss of the WRONG person one day, I swear."
"Nah. I just speak the mu'fuckin' TRUTH." Gwen scoffed, giving the woman a hilarious smile and wave as she left in a huff with her son. "Owning our own store is the SHIT, you know that?"
"Mm, it DOES have it's advantages," Blake purred moving over to Gwen to nip at her shoulder, since it was fairly quiet now.
"And the Sex Room is only ONE of them. There's also the fact that I can totally read all the comics I want and not have to buy ONE of them. Although truthfully, the Sex Room is way better than free comics." Mark it for the record books... a rare Gwen!Babble!
Feeling exceptionally possessive today, Blake wrapped her arms around Gwen's waist from behind and squeezed her, resting her chin on her shoulder. "It's like our own private little Bat-cave," she agreed with a laugh.
"Can Wesley be our Alfred? Because that would rock. Neely's car can be our Batmobile." And yes, she still called it NEELY'S car, just because the fact that she and Blake basically fucked in it until Neely gave it to them still cracked her up.
"Wesley can be our Alfred," Blake agreed with a chuckle, sliding her hands into the front of Gwen's shorts a little. "So, what're we doing this weekend, baby?"
"....fucking?" Gwen answered, a cheeky grin on her face. "I mean, if you wanna do MORE, I was thinking maybe we could round up Max, Bella, and a few others and do like... movie night or something..."
"I'm sure Wesley would just LOVE that," Blake teased, thinking about something briefly. "You know, I'm gonna be graduating soon..."
"As long as your lazy ass does the HOMEWORK..." Gwen teased, not really catching where Blake was going with this...
"...I've been doing my homework," Blake pouted adorably. "Buuut that's not where I was going with that." She lightly scratched Gwen's tummy. "It just occurred to me that we should probably, y'know, start planning our WEDDING."
"I still can't believe you wanna marry me. ME. Gwen. It's... mind-boggling. Like trying to figure out how Superman kept his secret identity just by throwing on a cheap pair of glasses." It made sense to HER, ok? "So... you actually wanna do this soon?"
"Damn right I wanna marry you," Blake replied, giving Gwen another squeeze. "And definitely. Whatever kind of wedding you WANT. You deserve THE BEST."
"I know exactly what I want." Gwen said with a smile, one that would make the most hardened heart swell. "Wesley walking me down the aisle, Patience as my maid of honor.... and you waiting to put a ring on my finger. Give me all three of those and honestly? I don't CARE about anything else."
"That... actually sounds perfect right there," Blake murmured with a wide grin. "God, I can't WAIT."
"When she... died... I was so broken, baby. My last wedding felt so bittersweet without her there. And now this... new version of her is right here, in Vegas, and she has nobody. She has Pat, but she has no friends, no family.... even her brother is back in LA with the 'other' her. I need her as much as she needs me." Again... where is this suddenly mature part of Gwen coming from? Anyone?
"I know," Blake murmured, nodding against her. "I can't say that I really understand, but I know."
"Never ever EVER leave me, baby?" Gwen asked, sounding adorably dependent on her. "I lost Patience, I lost Marlowe, I lost Skylar. I made it through it all. But if I lost you... God, I would die."
"I would rather the Yankees won the World Series a hundred fuckin' times over than ever leave you," Blake promised. Well... that was romantic for her. STFU.
Sweetly, Gwen took it as such. "God, you're amazing, Scrappy." Gwen cupped the other girl's chin, looking into her eyes with pure, undiluted love. "I would give ANYTHING for you, you know that? My life, even."
"God, I don't want that to EVER happen. You know that I wouldn't be too far behind you if something like that happened, right?"
"Well... luckily I plan on living to be an annoying, vulgar old lady." Gwen smirked, winking at Blake. "I'll be sexin' you up when we're too old to remember to take our clothes off first."
"Are you kidding? We forget to take them off NOW sometimes," Blake pointed out, wiggling her fingers that were just under the hem of Gwen's shorts to prove her point.
"Ok, so... valid point." Gwen snorted, nodding toward the Sex Room. "So... wanna? If anyone comes in, they can fuckin' wait. When I want you? Customer service can suck my non-existent dick."
"Or... we could just lock the door," Blake said, being practical, she moved over to do just that. "But yes. Sex. Want. Now."
"Mine." Gwen purred, pulling Blake to her possessively. "Forever."
Blake grinned, kind of liking it when Gwen got all possessive and grabby. "Promise."