Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-03-13 19:06:00 |
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Current mood: | thoughtful |
Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison |
Showing a Little Tenderness
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: The Werewolf's Den
When: Friday March 11th - Late
Sadly, Blake had suffered from a very long day. She'd had school, after which, she'd come to the store to stay until close, occasionally doing her homework. Luckily, it was closing time and the (now) redhead let out a long sigh of relief as she stared into space. Or... well, as she stared at Gwen's ass as she moved around the store. She was currently dressed in her favorite hip-hugging jeans and had a black tee that had plain white text written across the breast: 'I pissed on Yankee Stadium'. Lovely.
Gwen, meanwhile, had been trying to wait on a few customers before finally noticing Blake's 'blah' state. Upon that? She quickly rang the people up and whisked them out, before crossing her arms over her Nightwing tee, bouncing a little in her black and blue plaid skirt. "Spill it, gorgeous. What's on your mind?"
"Huh?" Blake blinked, before looking up at Gwen. "Oh shit. Sorry." She chuckled and shook her head, trying to break out of her daze. "Unfortunately nothing. I'm just in a very vague mood, clearly. We're closed?"
"Yes ma'am. We are cloooooosed." Gwen smirked, walking over to wrap her arms around the other girl's waist. "God, ever since Bronte's wedding I can't stop thinking about OURS now. I am totally pathetic and you've completely turned me into a whimpering puddle of goo for you."
"Mm, yeah. You're TOTALLY my bitch," Blake giggled, pressing her forehead to Gwen's sweetly and just... taking in her scent. GOD, it was intoxicating. "I'm kinda tempted to elope right the fuck NOW, but... I have this STRONG desire to see you in a white dress."
"I wanna have a beautiful wedding with you. No jokes, no goofing off... A wonderful, beautiful day, just like the woman I'll be marrying." Oh my god... Romantic!Gwen???
"That... sounds perfect," Blake admitted with a dreamy little sigh. She set her hands on Gwen's hips and smiled softly. "I was thinkin' we'd go somewhere for the honeymoon, which meeeeans we'll have to hire a few people before then. Give Max some support staff." That was... a mature thing to say.
"True. If we go someplace cold will you turn into your cute widdle puppy form and keep my feet warm? Because THAT would be adorable." Gwen had to smirk there.
Blake scowled cutely. "Keep it up and you're sleeping alone tonight," she threatened. ...Yeah. Like THAT was gonna happen, huh?
"Nuh-uh." Gwen said, maturely. "You LOVE me, doofus. So there." Well, someone was playful tonight...
Blake let out a mock-defeated sigh there. "Okay, valid point. How 'bout on the way home we figure out where the coldest, most remote place on earth is, hm?"
"I love how you can't resist my ladylike charms..." Gwen snarked, nuzzling the other girl sweetly. "I fucking ROCK."
"Yeah... just don't let it get to your head or anything," Blake joked, nipping at Gwen's neck lightly.
Gwen was being sweet. And almost ladylike. So of course she had to ruin it. "...speaking of 'head'..."
Well, one of them was bound to spoil the moment, so no worries there. "You read my mind," Blake purred, running her hands along Gwen's sides. "C'mon. I've been dying to do something a little different."
"...does this have anything to do with the leash and the leather strap I was asking for last week?" Ah, Gwen. So classy.
Blake chuckled. "No. We can do that next time... or afterward, if we get a second wind." Which seemed more than likely for them. Admit it.
"Ooo. Ok then. Show me what you're thinkin'. As long as I'm with you? I'm good for anything." She was being honest there: she couldn't even imagine living a Blake-less life now.
Blake smiled warmly then, thinking that she needed Gwen like oxygen as well. Of course, usually she had to build up to saying things like that, so instead, she kissed Gwen sweetly on the lips, before taking her hand and closing up the shop. "The Sin Den won't do for this, baby." Mostly because, while it was good for random sexin's, it just wouldn't do for what Blake had in mind. "So you're just gonna have to be patient on the ride home," she teased.
Gwen raised a brow there, grumbling. "This... had BETTER be worth it, woman."