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]

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, so sad. So sad. And it, of course, meant that Alex was going to get revenge. She was the naked one, he wasn't, and he had the position advantage of being able to slide his hand down with the intent of really making her squirm.

His hand only stopped briefly to brush against her stomach again, mostly teasing just to let her know that he'd keep that in mind, before it slid lower and without the intent to tease. He might not be able to smirk while kissing her but he definitely wanted to.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Knowing him well enough to be sure he would be smirking if he could, was enough, and he'd probably only be worse when she arched her hips against his hand.

Look, they'd been building up to this for a while. Like she could help herself at this point.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

She should just be glad he didn't stop kissing her just to smirk. Any other day, he might have but he agreed with the slow build thought process she had going on.

With the encouragement she showing, it just made it an easier decision to press his hand against her harder before slipping two fingers in. See, that arching paid off. He wasn't even teasing. He was more...enjoying that she was squirming.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Squirming, shifting her hips a little against his hand... it was probably same thing. Whichever, it still had her breathing that bit faster, and trying to kiss harder.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

She certainly wasn't going to find any objections coming from Alex regarding the the difference between squirming and shifting especially since that just encouraged him to push those fingers a little deeper.

Whereas their kisses early had been slow and almost gentle, this one had turned into hard and harsh quickly and Alex could say he was fine with that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Only so long, it seemed, they could stick to the slower, gentler side before they got bored and started pushing for more.

As his fingers moved deeper, she picked her time to nip at his lower lip. Worked as a great sort of cover for any other reactions there might have been.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Worked great, yes, but it wasn't going to deter him from moving his fingers now that he knew she was being affected. Alex was really nice like that. Really nice and really willing to get her right to the edge before he stopped and made her wait for him.

Really nice and really evil all at the same time. It was a talent.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Evil, evil, evil... But in a good way! Something like that.

Since he hadn't pushed her quite to that limit yet, he hadn't caught on to the 'evil' classification yet, and was still somewhere in the vicinity of 'nice'.

Nice, and making her take gasped breaths almost against his mouth. Repression was taking far too much effort today. Far, far too much.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex knew she wasn't quite at that level yet but he was willing to work on it. And he was even more willing when he saw and felt how she was reacting. She didn't normally get that vocal so seeing it was encouragement all on its own.

Proving himself ever so nice, he added a third finger, letting it join the movements of the other two, deep and quick and never really stopping because he didn't want her to catch her breath.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Oh, and repression wasn't getting any easier the more he did that. It was about all she could do to keep her hips still and from twitching against his movements.

What she could do, while still sort of working on that, was touch, since moving her hands across his skin didn't take too much thought at least.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

The touching didn't bother him in the least. Of course it didn't. It also didn't really deter him from what he was doing, thankfully for her. She might be working hard not to move but he was working hard to get her to move.

Had to compete, even when doing this. Alex's hands were pretty awesome too and he was just going to prove how awesome when his fingers stopped moving only to shift just a bit so he could use them to pinch instead. Several times, in fact.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

His hands really were pretty damn awesome, not that she'd tell him that, might just prove it with the way what he was doing was wearing down any resistance she had to shifting her hips a little.

Which also made him that little bit annoying, but he knew that.