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]

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He knew that and he reveled in that. He even smiled because he knew that and eased off the pinching so he could just start moving those fingers again. She'd seemed to like that before, why stop now?

It was worth it to see her get all undone like she was so up close.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Did take particular enjoyment out of seeing her at those more, okay, fine, vulnerable moments, and he usually got just that. Little too talented with those fingers of his.

She'd care about that later, when she wasn't spending most of her spare thought, trying to keep her breathing straight, and grasping at his hips.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

There was no such thing as too much talent. There was no stopping those too talented fingers either, especially now that he'd gotten glimpses of ragged breathing and her own grasping hands. If anything, he made sure to move faster and harder, trying to hit different spots as he did.

Alex found it almost easy to restrain himself just to get to watch things like this happen to her since it really only happened when they were like this.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Lately, he seemed to be getting to see far more of those moments than he ever used to. More than anyone else, for that matter. it would probably be rather telling if she actually let herself think about it.

There was a reason she didn't.

She also couldn't really bring herself to care that she was leaving him behind here, and should probably do something about that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

At this point, Alex didn't even really care about being left behind. He could deal with that later. Alex pushed his fingers a little deeper, carefully, curling them and stretching them as best he could.

Really, really didn't care if this pushed her close to or even over that edge while he was this close to her. He could deal with that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At this rate, he was going to have to. Losing any will she might've had to wait until he was there with her.

A little on the late side, but she did at least get out a breathy mutter of his name, thinking that might act either as a warning of some kind or an incentive not to stop right now, before she lost the thought for even that.

She could make it up to him later.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He'd take later. For now, he just stayed close until he was pretty sure she'd gotten over that edge and down before he smirked smugly and shifted until he was laying on his back next to her.

His name in that tone of voice had been pretty hot. He could make that last him a few hours.

Now, he was just gonna be smug and let her do what she needed to come down. She'd had the bad day.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And wasn't he helpful, making her feel better. She might have to thank him later, one way or the other.

Meantime, she was just going to turn and press her forehead against his shoulder as she reigned her breathing back in and let herself recover.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Take your time," he said quietly, looking down at her. "I'm not going anywhere. Just...take your time."

He could wait till later. Today, he was pretty fine with that. He was smug and satisfied with seeing her get all undone like that. He could wait.