Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-01-31 22:49:00 |
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Current location: | Wes's Place |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | gwen morrison, wesley wyndam pryce |
Ways to Horrify A Man
Who: Gwen and Wes
Where: Wes's Place
When: Tuesday Afternoon, 1/25
Some might say that Wes didn't get out much. Of course, when he wasn't training Gwen or going out with Narcissa, he kind of did like to be in his home. Him and Gwen trained every day, for a couple of hours, so it wasn't like he was a shut in. Not at all. He was actually content with his life at the moment (which might explain why his mun had a *little* problem with playing him all that much!), which was part of why he was sitting on his sofa, reading a book at the moment. He had met Gwen earlier for training and, unless he heard from Narcissa tonight, was probably going to be doing just this all day, reading on his sofa.
Someone PLEASE go and make him have fun.
Yeah. Watch what you wish for Wes. Because shit like this? PROBABLY not what he had in mind. "Wessssss!" Gwen called out with a slight whine as she came down the stairs in cut-offs and a red tanktop. "You mind running to the store later? We're out of the tampons I like, all we have are the generic ones, I'm about to be visited by my monthly friend, and its gonna be a heavy flow, I can fuckin' FEEL it."
Wes groaned and shut his book. So much for a quiet evening. "You can't go and get your own tampons?" he asked. OK, this was a man in touch with his emotions and whatnot. This was *not* a man who could stomach going to the store and buying tampons. No way, no how.
"I *could*..." Gwen grinned, crossing her arms triumphantly, "but it was this or leave you the tape of what me and Blake did with a leash, a harness, and a whooooole lot of lube the other day." Gwen for the win, people.
"Good bloody GOD woman," he muttered. He had half a damn mind to throw the book he was reading at her head. The main thing stopping him? The fact that she'd dodge it. "You need a bloody hobby other than tormenting me."
"You know you love me." She said with a playful snicker. "If you don't mind, I wanna invite Blake, Pat, and Patience over for dinner soon. Patience is dying to meet Blake."
"I do love you, but I don't exactly love the fact that you get off on torturing me sometimes," he pointed out with a slight smirk. "And that's fine. Feel free to invite them over anytime."
"But Weeeeeees..." Oh, no. This wasn't gonna end well, huh. "Do you REALLY want me to focus on the OTHER things I get off on?" Yep. There was that 'I win' smile again.
He scrunched up his face at her. "I believe I've seen what gets you off, if the tapes you like to STILL leave in my VCR are any indication," he pointed out to her.
"What can I say? I *do* love the camera...." Gwen said with a huge laugh, before wrapping her arms around Wesley, trying not to just cackle. "You're such a good sport, Wes... seriously."
"You're lucky I'm not even more...twitchy than I am," Wesley said, somewhat admitting to the fact that he honestly knew that he was a little...well, unbalanced as far as someone being near him or his property was concerned now.
"I really am." Gwen admitted with a snicker. "All things considered, I'm lucky you haven't killed me in my sleep. Which would pretty much BLOW."
"I'm not terribly sure that I could sneak up on you like that." Maybe during the days when she tried to drown her liver in alcohol. "I would never kill you." He was certain of that. "Now, if someone else tried to pull the stunts that you get away with...no promises."
"Heh. Come on. Admit it. Nobody here but me and you. Blake? FUCKING HOT." Gwen bounced a little, proudly. "Admit it."
"You...are utterly disturbing," he pointed out simply. He thought of her, at least in this timeline, as simply a daughter. He just couldn't really see her as...'hot.'
"COME ON!" Gwen cackled, still bouncing up and down. "You ain't gotta comment on ME or anything... but you KNOW my girl is smokin'. Hell, I can admit YOUR woman is a fine piece of ass..."
"Yes, but you're strange." And almost incorrigibly horny, apparently. "Your fiance is attractive, Gwen. There is no way I can EVER handle calling her 'hot,' though."
"Good enough." She actually, sweetly, kind of nuzzled him then, affectionately. "Thanks, Wes. For, you know... sticking by me. For never giving up on me."
He stroked her hair. They really were an adorable set, weren't they? "I couldn't imagine doing anything else, honestly," he said to her.