SecondTimesTheCharm [gwen]

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So, he wasn't really sure how he was going to explain this one to Cal. I mean, it wasn't every day that a vampire ruining your race turned into what it did with him and Gwen. And it wasn't even like Blake hadn't gone and done it was a vampire before. He just never made plans to hang out with them again the next day. So, this was a weird situation, and he didn't know how to explain it, so he... didn't explain it. Because that wasn't going to bite him in the ass later. Nope. I mean, it probably would, but Blake was a live in the moment kind of person, especially when the moment you were living in was kind of awesome.

Even though Blake and Cal usually hung out in the forest, they were really familiar with Forks. Just... not so much during the day time. Gwen hadn't exactly told him when her shift was going to end, so Blake decided he'd just show up whenever he felt like it. Granted, even if she HAD told him when her shift ended, he still would have shown up whenever he felt like it. For some reason he was really looking forward to seeing her again. It probably just had something to do with her being someone new to hang out with, and the fact he was going to prove himself right when he beat her in a race, and the fact their sex was awesome, but it was kind of weird. Anyway, it took him long enough to actually find the place that he had absolutely no problem walking right in.

He glanced around the establishment before taking a seat in very plain view at the counter. There were a few other people in the diner, but none of them seemed very interesting. And no sign of Gwen. Blake had sort of just been hoping she'd be in the middle of helping someone or something so he could interrupt. Although, now he realized that she hadn't even told him exactly what her job was and she could be doing something boring like paperwork in the back. Either way, now he didn't have anything to do. And he was seriously starting to wish he could switch to human for a moment because he wanted french fries. I mean, they tasted like shit, but they smelled so good- what the hell was up with that?

Finally Gwen came out (who says making assumptions are a bad thing) and Blake walked up to her. "Finally. You know, if I actually wanted something, I'd be asking to see your manager." He grinned. He really wanted to just kiss her already, but yanno, that goes places with them and there were still other people in the room. "Then again, maybe you should take me in the back anyway."
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Gwen shook the bag of salt to get the particle loose. She had purposely lost a game of rock, paper, scissors. And now her job was refilling the shakers for the tables for the night shift. She rather be doing this than actually wait on people and take orders. It was nice not to interact with humans for a change. She didn’t really count the chefs and busboys as human. Sure they smelled and appeared human. But there is no way some normal human could stand the smell of THAT food. She could barely stand it when she had to serve it for a couple of minutes. It was probably just her enhanced smell that made it seem awful. Though the French fries didn’t smell that bad, not compared to the rest of the food they made. So Gwen came to the conclusion that they weren’t human…well not normal humans. Apparently there isn’t a thing called normal in the Forks area anyways.

The female vampire adjusted her jeans to rest on her hips and tightened her white apron. And now she was filling the shakers. Luckily with her awesome vampire skills she managed not to spill anything. Unlike the busboy that was standing next to her trying to deal with the pepper shakers. She grabbed the half-filled shaker from him. “I’ll finish this…” Gwen whispered with an annoyed tone. He slowly walked away from her as she continued to do all of the work. Once again. Though it was still better than any interactions with costumers. She made sure she wouldn’t rush through the work. With any luck she could spend her last two hours back here and not bother with the outside world. Gwen couldn’t help but get a little giddy about her shift ending. For some strange reason she was actually looking forward to having a race with the boy whom managed to get in her after a couple of minutes.

Gwen wasn’t an easy girl, in any sense. She didn’t get along easy with anybody and she certainly wasn’t easy in the slutty sense. But she got along with Blake and they had sex pretty fast in their first encounter. Honestly, the female vampire would have just categorized it as a one night stand if it wasn’t for the fact that she was supposed to see him today. They were going to race and Gwen was going to show him that she was clearly superior over him. And the fact that she was kind of looking forward to whatever physical touch that was bound to happen. Gwen had fun around him, like actual fun. She’s never really enjoyed life like that since she was human. And that was about 200 years ago. So this whole ‘fun’ thing was a little foreign to her. Though Gwen did remember that she didn’t say when her shift would end, she assumed he would show whenever he wanted to regardless of whatever time she gave him.

The female vampire was half way through the shakers when her boss told her they needed an extra hand outside. Damn, she was so close to not taking orders. She was ordered to cover the counter while the others were taking the tables. That she could handle. Usually the people at the counter were easy to please, because they were either regulars or weren’t planning on staying long. Gwen stepped out from the back and immediately spotted Blake. So much for easy to please. “Well it’s a good thing you don’t really want anything,” Gwen stated but spoke to quickly when he mentioned the back room. The last person she was left alone with in the back room was Tristan, and well she wasn’t exactly sure if that situation would be labeled bad or good yet. “The back room isn’t meant for horny vampires.” She of course whispered the last word so the humans wouldn’t hear her. And as she said it the sudden urge to just jump him surged through her. But she would not give into her wants…at least not right now.

[BLAKE MATHEWS]

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Patience? Blake had it. Yeup. Tons of it. That's why he and Gwen had sex like a minute and a half after saying hello. But life was short... Okay, normal people's lives were short. Theirs, not so much.. Anyway, Blake still didn't waste time beating around the bush. Not then, and it wasn't going to happen now. “Well it’s a good thing you don’t really want anything.” Someone was sarcastic. Wanna guess who? Did you say Gwen or Blake? Well, you're right either way. But it was Gwen this time. Just Gwen. Blake could have very easily said that he wanted something Gwen's manager couldn't have offered him. But he kept that remark to himself, because sometimes he was moderately tactful. Sometimes.

“The back room isn’t meant for horny vampires.” Ha. Well, for someone who'd only met him yesterday, she knew him pretty well. Blake didn't think much of her quick response or serious tone. The tact? Yeup, used up for the month. "Oh?" Blake raised an eyebrow. "Which room is then?" he asked. "Because I think we should go there." It wasn't like he only liked Gwen for the attitude and sex. He just didn't know anything else about her... yet. Soon he'd know how fast she was.. and how sore a looser she was. They just needed to leave. "Never mind, you're taking too long." He simply kissed her where they were standing. The room was practically empty. I mean, there were some people there but.. oh they got a free show they're not complaining.

When he pulled away he smirked again. "So, since you're clearly not busy here.." Whatever she was supposed to be doing- he was more interesting. It was obvious. Again, it wasn't like the diner was on fire or there was a long line of protesting people or anything that really required attentiveness (not that Blake wasn't more interesting than those things, he'd just gladly help with the chaos) "Ready to go?"


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[GWENDOLYN LYRIC]

every heartache...

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“Would it matter? It’s not like we are going to have sex again.” "And why not?" Blake asked with a sort of feigned serious (Gwen-like) tone. It might not be within the next few minutes, but Blake was pretty convinced that before they said goodbye, they were definitely going to have furthered their relationship. In fact, he'd have ben money on it. Not that he had any, but anyway. I mean, they'd already done it once, and they clearly both enjoyed themselves, so he couldn't see any good reason for them not to do it again. Its not like they needed to worry about anything normal people had to worry about when having sex (although, don't ask me how Blake found out this information.. maybe Serena..) Either way, it was like..a no brainer. Wow this was a pointless paragraph on sex.

Blake rolled his eyes when she said she was working. "Working." "I'm pretty sure to be considering working you need to be actually doing work. And you are most definitely not working right now." Only prostitutes got paid to make out with (and do other things with) random strangers. Then again, she knew Blake. They met last night. If that wasn't obvious. And she really shouldn't be blaming him for being impatient because it wasn't like she hadn't also participated in the rapid sex and making out after saying hello. She could "I'm a good girl" all she wants but anyone that's already any of these threads knows that'd far from the truth. "Come on, you told you you only work because you have nothing better to do with your life." Okay, so maybe that wasn't EXACTLY what Gwen said, but yanno.. paraphrasing. "I'm giving you something better."

Yeah, at times Blake's ego was a little too big. But usually he was just joking around. Some people just had a very natural sense of humor and given that and the few memories him and Gwen had made together, it was natural what all his jokes were going to revolve around. One of the things he liked most about Gwen was that she could take his jokes and sarcasm and play along and dish it all back. That was how this whole damn thing had started. She wasn't throwing herself at him, but she wasn't really telling him no either. Okay, so she was kind of telling him no. At least, not until her shift ended. But she didn't mean it. Blake obviously knew how to read her since they'd known each otehr such a long time. 'My shift's not over yet.' "I guess that sucks for whoever needs to cover for you."


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[GWENDOLYN LYRIC]

every heartache...

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Okay, so, the only thing that was obvious for the ‘why not’s and ‘why would we’s was that Blake and Gwen weren’t going to be agreeing on this any time soon. They had no specific reason to do it (which was a good enough reason for Gwen to not want to do it) and they also had no good reason not to do it (which was good enough reason for Blake to do it). It was kind of like trying to argue if the glass was half full or half empty. Like, neither of them were wrong. Expect..yanno.. Gwen.. Gwen was wrong But really, it was just a matter of personality. And Blake being right but any-way. ”Because.” he responded, as if it was totally obvious, and you know ‘because’ was a valid argument point past like kindergarten. ”Because we can.” There. Point made.

”I am working, you are considered a customer and me talking to you is considered me doing my job.” ”You must have a pretty good job then.” I mean, getting paid to talk to him? Not bad at all.. Of course, there was dealing with being around all the food and people and the fact that her job was most definitely not talking to him (let alone making out with him) but.. she’d decided to be obnoxious and so he was running with it. ”Who ever said you were better?” ”Well it’s obvious.” Blake rolled his eyes. Really, I mean there was the fact she’d told him to come, the fact she hadn’t kicked him out yet, and the fact that he was just that damn awesome… among other things of course. ”Besides,” he added, smirking back at her, ”you did.”

Sarcastically, because everything they said was sarcastic, Gwen asked him if he was going to carry her out to get her to go with him. ”Actually, that’s a good idea.” Blake never would have thought of it on his own but yanno, since she was so kind as to offer- I mean, she knew him.. for like a day.. but she was smart enough to know that by saying that, she was basically asking for that to happen. In fact, she must have really wanted it to happen. And, Blake didn’t want to disappoint her. So he, very literally, swept her off her feet and then responded. ”Yes, I am.” If anyone in the diner did have a problem with it (other than Gwen and he wasn’t listening to her) they didn’t make it known so Blake carried her out the door and a little bit further and then put her down again. ”Can Her Holiness walk the rest of the way or should we call for a carriage?”



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[GWENDOLYN LYRIC]

every heartache...

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“Just because we can do something doesn’t mean we should. We CAN go on a bunny killing spree but we more than likely SHOULDN’T do that.” Blake laughed. (You imagine straight faced Gwen trying to make a serious example out of a bunny killing spree and keep from bursting out laughing. I dare you). Okay, so, all laughter aside, Gwen actually KIND of had a point there. Even with all his and Cal’s ridiculous forms of amusement, there was no reason Blake could think of that was justify running around killing small cute fuzzy creatures. ”Killing doesn’t count- you can’t use that as an example!” Blake had specifically stated that the reason they should have sex again was because there was no reason for them not to have se again. There were plenty of reasons they shouldn’t kill bunnies. ”A bunny killing spree would destroy the ecosystem or something. Besides, it’s not fun. Sex on the other hand..” Well, that was fun and there were no earth shattering repercussions. Therefore Blake won. Yanno, like he always did. Gwen just didn’t want to admit it. But don’t worry, he was going to make her. They weren’t dropping the subject until he did.

Blake smirked when she muttered about his definition of good. ”Says the vampire who willingly works the one job no right minded human wants to do.” he responded, quietly enough that only she would hear him. I mean, you had to be an extremely upbeat person to enjoy food service… Blake admittedly didn’t know everything there was to know about Gwen, but she definitely wasn’t striking him as Miss Rainbows and Sunshine. Again Gwen responded to him without any sign of enthusiasm. You’d think the two of them didn’t just have amazing sex last night or anything. ”Those exact words never came out of my mouth.” ”You’re right, but I forgot to tell you, I’m a mind reader.” He smirked, ridiculously amused with himself. Blake, obviously, was not a mind reader, however given the whole vampire thing- it wasn’t that far-fetched a claim. Besides, in this particular instance, it wasn’t that hard to tell what Gwen was thinking. Now, that might have had a little do with the ridiculously high level of greatness that Blake believed his possessed, but Gwen certainly hadn’t given him any reasons to think that she wasn’t fond of him. (This whole ‘get lost’ thing she was playing at obviously didn’t count.)

And then there was thread progression by means of Blake dragging her outside. Oh yeah, she protested, but like I’ve been trying to establish this whole post- she didn’t mean it! She didn’t know what she wanted. She was practically drunk. Well now that I’ve made that compelling point of logic, ”Give me one reason why I should go anywhere with you.” ”Only one? At least try to make it a challenge.” He laughed, obviously unfazed by her stone-like expression. Seriously- she hadn’t responded positively to a thing he’d said so far. He was getting used to it. Not to mention Cal was basically a walking statue-person. So she was going to have to work a lot harder to get rid of him. ”Well, for starters, it’s me… And you love me and know you want to spend time with me whether you admit it out loud or not. If’s that’s not good enough for her highness there’s the fact that if you leave now that’s a forfeit and then I’ll know I’m faster than you… And because I’m sure you still think you’re the bigger person and can do that, if you go back now you’re going to have a very awkward explanation to give people.” Yup? Remember what I said about Blake always winning? Gwen was a good competitor though. That was why Blake liked her so much!



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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn16/w0lff4t3/Backgrounds/fire_wallpaper_by_knato97-d576xm1.jpg); border: solid #950909 2px; border-radius: 0px 50px 0px 50px;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border: solid #950909 2px; width: 395px; float: center; padding-right: 30px; padding-left: 30px; padding-bottom: 25px; padding-top: 45px;] [/style] [style=width: 380px; border: solid #000000 2px; border-radius: 15px 15px 15px 15px; font-family: bookman old style; font-size: 12px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color: #dd0303; line-height: 100%; background: #000000; opacity: 0.9; text-align: center; float: center;] THE TAGGED FEW:: Blake <3 /// CHECK THE THREADS Okay so yes a bunny killing spree is an extreme example she used. But it was still relevant regardless of what Blake thought or even said. “If you can pull bullshit from thin air than I can use murder,” Gwen smirked at him, trying not to laugh at the fact that she was comparing sex with him to killing bunnies. It clearly wasn’t the same. She wasn’t going to admit that though, Gwen was a stubborn woman. “This is the one and only time I am willingly going to agree with you. Sex is fun, nice stress reliever. However that doesn’t mean I am going to change my mind. We are not having sex again.” Yes, yes they were. She was just in denial about the whole thing. Gwen was extremely attracted to Blake. He was handsome, cocky, and persistent. Estrogen was not Gwen’s friend at the moment. Her mind and logic were her friends right now. They were the only things keeping her from having her way with Blake. That and the fact that she was prideful. Giving into Blake and his needs was not something Gwen wanted to do. She refused to let him win, even though he was two seconds away from doing so. She wasn’t going to hint at that though or admit anything out loud. “I have nothing else better to do…I thought we already covered this.” Gwen was rich; she had more money than Bill Gates. But she also had time. Lots and lots of time. With nothing but sulking about her past to keep her occupied. So she took up a full-time job that would occupy for her mind. Yes it was a mindless job but with it she was able to go on auto-pilot and for once not think about all the things that made her the way she is. Of course this was all before Blake came along. And now she had something more interesting to occupy her time. Something that was probably better for her health and sanity. Okay maybe not sanity but who needs that nowadays. But these were all things that Blake would never know about. At least not from Gwen herself. “Oh really? Then why do you keep getting everything wrong?” Okay so technically Blake was getting things right. Almost everything, it was a little scary. Especially since she didn’t know if he had an extra power for sure. And if he did have an extra power she wouldn’t know what it was. Just like how he doesn’t know Gwen can basically set things on fire with her hands. She should really tell him about that, since the girl was never taking off her gloves and it was a little weird. Then again they were vampires. Weird was pretty much a lifestyle for them. Gwen was not drunk. She didn’t have any alcohol within this thread. So her being drunk is not an actual excuse Phips and Blake could use. The female rolled her eyes at his comment. She thought it was a big enough challenge. And then he continued to list not one but multiple reasons why she shouldn’t at least go back to the diner and stay with him. “I said name one, smart ass. You lose.” They were all very good and valid points. He appealed to her pride and sensibility. Not to mention he pretty much guessed her feelings about him. Yes she liked spending time with him. And yes Gwen was way too prideful to forfeit and lose. And yes she had no excuse to explain to her boss and the other people what had just happened. Damn him. “Fine,” Gwen huffed turning around to glare at him and proceeded to cross her arms over her chest. “Let’s go race, so I can not only prove to you that I am faster but also get rid of your one excuse to be around me. Because let’s be honest you aren’t here for my sparkling personality.” Gwen was pulling out all the stops. Okay she had more under her sleeves to use but she didn’t piss him off for some reason. But she wasn’t being easy to be around and she was genuinely shocked he was still around and talking to her. And flirting with her. ~:~ HOW MANY WORDS:: 713 ~:~ JUST A FEW NOTES:: Blegh ~:~ STUCK IN MY HEAD:: NO DIGGITY ~ Blackstreet ft. Dre

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"If you can pull bullshit from thin air than I can use murder." "Okay, but we are in agreement right— sex is more fun than killing bunnies? Just making sure. Because I mean, I don't know if I can be in a relationship with someone with that kind of vice." Blake was clearly kidding, trying as hard not to burst out into laugher as she was (but hey, seriously, bunny murder was some serious baggage to carry around). Gwen than began to state agreements with him to each Blake replied satisfactory "mhm" until she finally reached the end. "We are not having sex again." Yanno in those cartoons when there's the record stopping noise and a person snaps out of their daydream. Yeah, that was Blake's head right now. (Metaphorically of course. He didn't actually think in his own cartoon sound effects he was still relatively sane.) "Whoa whoa whoa that is not supposed to be where you were taking that sentence." 'Sex is a fun nice stress reliever buuut lets not do it'. I mean— what the hell? "You just agreed. It's fun for us, safe for the bunnies… What am I missing here?" Clearly there was something because if not they would have their clothes off by now. "You know you you are the biggest tease I have ever met."

"I have nothing better to do. I thought we covered this." Blake smirked. "Correction. You had nothing better to do.. before you met me." Yes, the guy had an ego problem. I know this, you know this, everyone in the county and probably the world knows this. But you know what— maybe he wouldn't be so vain if he wasn't constantly right. I mean, seriously, he was just that good. It wasn't even surprising anymore. "Then why do you keep getting everything wrong?" "Why are you in denial?" Really, Gwen shouldn't have been surprised Blake was reading her so well. I mean.. she was basically being an open book. Well, that, and again, there was the ego factor. It really would be impossible to get Blake to believe that a girl didn't want to sleep with him (but in his defense— they all usually did). So in that sense, he was pretty much a mind reader.. not to mention he did have an awesome mind power. That made him curious about her. "So, I'm a mind reader.. What can you do?" Blake and Cal both had different cool powers so he just sort of figured that all vampires did.

Being drunk was definitely an excuse Phips and Blake can use. Gwen was making poor decisions. Drunk people make poor decisions. Stupid people also make poor decisions but Gwen is an Ally character not a Tilly character and so we all know drunk is the more likely and respectable scenario. "I said name one, smart ass, you lose." "I did name one. And then I named some more. But those were free, don't worry about it." Again, Blake had done a very good job at reading the very predictable person and he was going to enjoy its fruits for all it was worth. “Fine.Let’s go race, so I can not only prove to you that I am faster but also get rid of your one excuse to be around me. Because let’s be honest you aren’t here for my sparkling personality.” "And how do you know that? I happen to find verbal abuse very charming.. Besides, you're definitely not going to win the race. Luckily there will be a consolation prize." And it would be the same as the first place one, obviously. Because we all knew where this was going regardless of what happened during that race.


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