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.]]

Comments

[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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex wanted a lot more. Even without the roommate issue, he still didn't want to take things too slow lest one of them fall asleep.

Because that would happen.

But, she'd want to forget some things, he wanted to ignore some things and there wasn't a better way than this.

He dropped down, let his shirt brush against her bare skin and teased a little that way since his hands were busy and his mouth was preoccupied.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Every little bit like that, no bad thing at all, and Effy could arch a little closer and try to use that grip on his shirt to yank it up and at some point, encourage him to take it off.

She wasn't actually intending on making falling asleep on him a habit. Or, certainly not until after the good stuff.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex wasn't even going to try and resist that and wriggled out of his shirt as quickly as he could, already leaning down to press skin to skin before he'd even tossed it over the side of her bed.

He curled one leg around hers again, sliding his foot along her calf and working a hand down between them so he could splay his fingers against her stomach, scratch lightly just to see what reaction that gave way to.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

If the twitch that he got under his fingers was the sort of response he wsa looking for... Well, he'd be pretty satisfied, then. Couldn't really be bothered to hide what that did to her right now.

Not like he hadn't already clued in on her sensitive area, and called her out on it.

While he did that, she had some skin of her own to idly catalogue now he'd lost his shirt. She was gonna do that, yeah.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, he was very definitely satisfied with that reaction as evidenced by the smile he couldn't hide. Of course, since he'd been kissing before that, she probably felt more than saw it.

Same difference.

And, of course, he'd take advantage by dragging his nails across her stomach a little harder now, not as light and definitely meant to get a reaction this time.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not a particularly well hidden smile, no. Just like her responses weren't, when he was doing something like that.

He was up so close she could hardly push closer, just wriggle under the attention and run her hands down his sides while she kissed him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're squirming," he said, pulling back to point this out because he couldn't not. He wasn't sure ifs he'd ever felt her squirm before. "I didn't know you could do that."

Amused? Oh, yes he was. But, he tried to make it up to her by sliding his fingers lower and under the waist of the material there. Figured she wouldn't mind that.

Faster way of getting to the good stuff, after all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you did," she said after a moment, shifting her hips again. It really depended on your definition of squirming, and he'd seen her in this sort of situation more than a few times.

She could live with his form of penance, though. Little less teasing, little more action.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't think you'd actually admit that I have," he said, hooking his fingers and tugging down to try and get that last bit of clothing off of her. They'd been bouncing back and forth all afternoon that he kind of just wanted her right now.

"I like it," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of her chest. "I'll have to make you do it some more."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Do your worst," she said, in an amused murmur of her own. Like she was going to complain if he wanted to try that. Sounded like a good time to her.

Since he was trying to do that (which she could help with, lifting her hips), she could slide her own hands a bit lower, smirking a little because hey, she could really feel that he wanted her right now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You should know not to challenge me," he said, pressing into her hands even while getting rid of the last of her clothing. "Because you'll lose."

And that would be oh so bad for the both of them. Alex wasn't really paying attention to the fact that speaking all smug while trying to get closer to her hands didn't make him look all that high and mighty.

Whatever. Her hands were awesome.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on, Effy loved to challenge him, and so what if she lost. Usually got something out of it anyway. Not anything bad.

And her hands were fucking awesome and by helpfully pressing back she could prove that even more. Not any wonder he wanted more. She had something to be damn smug about because of that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, shut up," he mumbled, giving his head a shake and trying not to give anything more away than he was already doing. "You put your hands there, I'm gonna react."

Perfectly logical explanation, that.

"It's a fucking guy thing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I know." But knowing that wasn't going to stop her from grinning as she curled her fingers as best she could through layers.

It was fun, seeing just what she could get out of him when she tried.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Of course you do," he mumbled, closing his eyes slightly and just enjoying that. He could enjoy it, she'd hang it over his head anyway, might as well make it worth it.

"As long as you know," he added because...he had to be right about something? He didn't know. "Yeah."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure, sure." Didn't sound much like she believed it, though that smug aura she was projecting.

At least she didn't stick with that too long. Leaning up to kiss him again, didn't make it easy to keep smirking at him. Sad.