Room 323 [Tuesday, After Classes]

[comeoutwrong]

This was just exactly the reason that Effy avoided phone calls home, (except for the ones to Tony) like the plague. Couldn't manage one sodding five minute conversation without going off on one about something.



... "Now Elizabeth, it's important for you to remember, your mother and I still love each other--" Like she was five. Seriously.

"No, we don't." Her mother's quieter offering from the background.

"... No, that's right. We don't." At least they were being honest, right? Effy shook her head, even if they couldn't see that.

"And that's why you're leaving."

"That's why I'm leaving. That's why I am fucking out of here, woman." Ah, there was the yelling and swearing. Right on cue. They didn't even need her for this. "I am on a fucking plane, you're dead right.... So little imagination you have to shag my fucking boss. Could've fucked the turd from Tesco, but no--"

Didn't take much of that back and forth before Effy deliberately hung up and threw her phone down onto her bed and cranked up some music in the hope that might drown out her thoughts. Ten quid said it took them a good twenty minutes to even notice she wasn't on the line anymore.

Just when she thought she was four thousand miles away and they couldn't keep fucking with her emotions. Just fantastic.

[[NFB on the contents of the parental conversation, which once again was taken with some modification from Skins 3x05, because I can't just let her be yet. Door's cracked, and the post can be open, sure, if someone actually wants to deal with her emo.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Definitely better. It was so much easier to avoid and repress things when you could focus your energies into something better and they were pretty practiced at focusing it on each other.

Alex had never really met her roommate but he was pretty damn glad the kid was gone now so they could do this without an unknown time limit. So, he kept crawling after her, keeping close enough for a kiss before he just decided she was far enough and pushed one of her shoulders towards the bed. Gravity wasn't his friend right now.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Gravity was at least working well enough, though, that when he pushed her down, down was where she was going to go. Not too fussed about that when there was a comfy mattress and pillows to flop back on.

And he couldn't stop her from trying to bring him down and closer with her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He couldn't and wouldn't stop her, nope. Alex settled himself on his side next to her, one leg wrapped around one of hers and one arm across her waist. That just made it a lot easier to get closer to her for more kissing. Or almost kissing. He got himself close enough to her until there was a bare minimum of space between them and stopped just so he could smile at her smugly, something he hadn't done in awhile.

Her bed was pretty comfortable. He really did give it high marks in those non existent bed rankings he had.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy paused when he did, a fraction away. "... What?"

For once, she wasn't quite sure what he was looking so fucking smug about.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What's what?" he replied, dropping the smugness in an attempt for innocence. Because he pulled that off really well.

There was some smugness for a few reasons and it easily covered up anything genuine he might have shown if smugness wasn't a default state.

He closed that last bit of distance and kissed her bottom lip lightly. "Confused about something, Effy?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not even dignifying that question with an answer. Not confused. Curious... maybe, yes.

"You can't pull off innocent," she informed him instead.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I can," he said and kissed her lip again before pulling back enough to try that innocent look again. "I can pull off anything."

Except innocent.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, smirking at that attempt. "Really can't," she assured him. "Cute, though."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You just call me cute?" he asked, amusement overtaking any want of arguing that he was not cute. "Cutely innocent."

Yeah, he didn't know either. He just ducked his head and kissed her chin this time. His brain was a little off track tonight, apparently.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Must be in a strange sort of mood. She'd expected some objection.

"Still not innocent." In her world, you didn't have to be both. She knew Alex a little too well to fall for that. Effy wasn't a complete moron, after all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He'd used up most of his objections and intent to argue earlier. He was kind of just going for relaxing and light now. Hoping for it, at least.

"You're cute too," he said, deciding that he'd never get her to think him innocent so he went for the other avenue. "Adorable, even."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes, relatively good-naturedly. "I haven't even done anything," she pointed out.

At least she was calling him on it for a good reason. Or something.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't really care," he said and slid down a little further to kiss her stomach. "You react when I say it, that's why I say it."

See, that made sense. "Anyway, you really want Pop Tarts. That's cute. There's your reason if you need it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She still internally objected to being referred to as cute, even if she kept her arguments to herself and just shook her head. They'd probably just bounce right off him anyway, and Effy didn't really want to be complaining much right now.

Couldn't stop from having to swallow back a sigh when he started with his lips on her stomach, though. Yet another of those little things for him to hold over her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You got a thing about your stomach?" he wondered, looking up at her and pushing at her shirt to get to more skin. "You've liked that every time I've done it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy opened her mouth a couple of times considering difference responses for that. Admit that, yeah, she was just a little ticklish and he always seemed to hit that? No. Ask how he remembered every time so damn well... No.

In the end, all he got was an indistinct gesture. A sort of shrug. Still, vague silence or otherwise, she could move her hands over his shoulders, circling the collar of his shirt where she could find skin.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're just gonna shrug at me?" he asked, amused. "And here I thought you'd be so forthcoming."

Except not. But she seemed to have a thing about her stomach so it was a no brainer to push her shirt up a touch, enough to press his lips against that skin and then follow it with his tongue.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Why be forthcoming when she did what she did, and got this sort of thing out of it? No need. Worked perfectly well for her as is.

Effy was just going to let the way she pressed up a little against him and the firmer movement of her fingers let him know he was right on that, however smug he might be about it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

That was really all the encouragement he needed to push her shirt up a little further so he could get to more skin with his mouth and tongue. He swirled his tongue around her navel before starting a line of kisses up towards her chest.

He took his time since she didn't seem to be in any rush and he was just fine with taking time with this sort of thing when he actually could.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Turned out that tried and tested 'fast and hard' approach of his wasn't always what he wanted. At least, it didn't seem that way today. There was a vague sense of amusement at that, as she tried not to give away too much more away about what that did to her.

As if he didn't know already.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, he could change his ways if there was enough motivation. Tonight, he felt a little more motivated to take things slower. She didn't seem to mind. If she did, he figured she'd tell him so.

With that in mind, Alex's mouth drifted back down her stomach, wandering over to one of her hips. He pressed another kiss there, keeping up the light and gentle, before he bit her.

Just because he was slow didn't mean he couldn't be surprising.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't be like him, not to be biting, or trying to leave marks in some way. She should've been expecting it.

Wasn't, but... Should.

Blaming the unexpected part of it for that quick intake of breath. At least she managed to keep the reaction out of the movement of her hands up along the back of his neck. It was something.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, now he had a reason to smile smugly and that's exactly what he was doing when he picked his head up and reached for the hem of her shirt.

Smiling smugly and trying to take off her clothes. It seemed to be a familiar combination.

"That one wasn't bad, I promise," he said, rubbing a hand over the area soothingly. "I barely put any pressure there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Without the surprise factor, she could actually tell that, and she laughed briefly and shook her head as she helped to get that top over her head and off.

"What is it with you and your teeth?" He was so much more guilty of that one than her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What, you don't like when I bite you?" he asked, tossing her shirt away and leaning back over her. "You've never complained before."

And she wasn't complaining now. He just had no good answer to her question other than 'I like to do it to you' and that seemed...a little personal.

"I'm giving," he added. "Leaving you tiny souvenirs of my presence."

Corny answer on purpose as evidenced by the eyerolling he did at himself.