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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[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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Good memories," she remarked dryly, and smirked at his eyerolling.

"Think you just get a weird satisfaction from knowing it's going to be there for days," she decided

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." Yes, that was definitely one of the reasons. "Days, huh?"

Alex could find anything to be smug about. Case in point, he was smug about this.

"We all have our oddities," he said and pressed his thumb against the area he'd bitten earlier. Not even going to show tomorrow, that one. "You wouldn't be weirdly satisfied if you did that to me?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Telling me you've never had the odd mark to show the next day?" Considering how often she dug her nails into his shoulders, or did a little biting herself, she'd be surprised.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I wear more clothes than you do," he pointed out. "You get my back and my shoulders most of the time. Those gets covered by my shirts. But yeah, I've had the marks."

"You don't wear a lot," he noted, ducking down to kiss one of her shoulders. "Not that I'm complaining."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Didn't seem much like he had a problem with that, no. "Less to take off, right?" She could imagine how his mind worked. Was a guy, after all. Lack of layers could be quite convenient.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That is one benefit, yeah," he said, moving smoothly to the other shoulder to kiss it as well. "Dunno how you're going to do when winter comes. It gets pretty cold. You might need a warm up."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That your really backwards way of offering?" she asked, a little amused. When it came to it, she could layer up, but he'd probably worked that out by the way she'd survived winters back home for sixteen years.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nope," he said, shaking his head and ducking down to kiss the underside of her throat. "You want me to offer or something?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Don't think you'd actually turn down the job," she said, tipping her head back a little and pressing her fingers against his neck. "But no, wasn't actually looking for that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"If you asked, I wouldn't turn you down," he confirmed against her skin. "I don't think you'll ask though. Unless you're really desperate or it's really damn cold. You'd have to be careful, that could be seen as cuddling."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't have to be cuddly to keep warm," she reminded him, smirking. "That's the way your mind's going these days?" Aww, he was turning into a cuddler!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Point," he said, having to give her that one. "And no, I'm not a damn cuddler. You fell asleep so fast the other day I'm sure you wish I was."

Ignore that he'd fallen asleep pretty much right after her. Ignore it and focus on his mouth moving down her throat, tongue skimming across the top of her chest and all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not ignoring it, no.

"Freudian slip," she muttered, still smirking and unable to shut up, even while not wanting to inspire him to stop what he was doing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Softie," he returned, sliding his tongue a little lower, taking care to focus on all that nice skin he liked so much. "All you wanted was a hug and someone to cuddle with. And you picked me, aww."

He couldn't shut up either and he was the one with the busy mouth.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head slightly, with a breath of laughter. "Whatever you want to think." Because right now, she couldn't bring herself to care all that much.

Considering everything, she was in a remarkably good mood, and was hoping to keep it that way.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You are pretty soft," he said quietly, getting his hands into the game by stroking them against each of her sides. "Always nice to touch."

Which is why he was doing that, yes. He didn't think admitting that showed anything more than he was a guy who enjoyed girls. Or something.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Should hope so." Or he probably wouldn't touch her as much as he did. In that way, she really didn't mind being soft.

"You're not bad yourself." And with that, she moved her own hands down his chest. Definitely nice to touch.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm wearing a soft shirt," he said, shifting back up so his body mostly covered hers and he was close to kissing her again. Not quite yet. "Probably makes a difference."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Had my hands on you enough times to know anyway," she pointed out in a murmur, and tried to lean up a little to close the last of that distance.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That's not a bad thing," he replied and didn't even try to move away when she leaned up. Wasn't like he didn't want that. And with all the slowness and the talking, he was a little more keyed up than he had been before which meant that he didn't wait try for slow and easy.

He was pretty past that, choosing instead something a little harder and deeper.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Taking her cue from him she curled her fingers into his shirt, matching the increased intensity.

That kind of slow, as... nice, as it was, only covered things for so long. At some point, you usually wanted that bit more. Finally looked like they were getting to that point.