Elizabeth Stonem (
comeoutwrong) wrote2009-08-20 05:44 pm
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Room 323 [Thursday, Evening]
Last class for the term finally out of the way, and it was really about time Effy started to think about her trip home tomorrow, and... well, the packing she had to do for it.
Sure, she probably had enough stuff back in Bristol to get by for a week, but an overnight bag at least might be a good idea, and she yanked one out from under her bed to throw a few things into.
If nothing else, she was looking forward to seeing Tony, maybe even Pandora, though she might be less likely to admit to that second one. The couple of things she actually missed about home were the people. That was something she'd never really imagined would be the case.
[[Door and post are ooooopen, feel free to bug her.]]
Sure, she probably had enough stuff back in Bristol to get by for a week, but an overnight bag at least might be a good idea, and she yanked one out from under her bed to throw a few things into.
If nothing else, she was looking forward to seeing Tony, maybe even Pandora, though she might be less likely to admit to that second one. The couple of things she actually missed about home were the people. That was something she'd never really imagined would be the case.
[[Door and post are ooooopen, feel free to bug her.]]
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"You did pick the topic, remember."
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"You picked the entertainment," he asked, pushing himself up a little more and bringing himself closer to her. Made it easier since she was on his lap and all. "So really, it's your fault. You should pick better things to do."
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"And broken your heart?" he asked, tilting his head innocently but sliding his arm her waist as he did. If she was going to sit on him, he was taking advantage of it. "I know how sensitive you are. A fragile flower despite the rough exterior."
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Well, nobody yet, and she was as always confident.
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"Most people wouldn't think of that as pretty words," she noted.
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He'd been repressing for years. He'd repress until he died.
"Just gotta wonder if you're strong enough," he said and it was intentional baiting for the sake of doing it.
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"Not had a problem with that so far."
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So what if he didn't believe her? What did she care.
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Even if she was joking, he was going to take that. And he was going to get his other arm around her because, despite the poking at her, she hadn't moved.
"I don't have any advice," he said, remarkably sober about it. "People are going to fuck you over no matter what you do. It's a fact of fucking life."
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"Another one of those things we agree on." There were a few more of those than they generally admitted to.
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"Scary when that happens," he said even if it did happen more often than usual. He leaned a little closer, let one of his hands wander up her back. "Weren't you supposed to be entertaining me? I might have to go elsewhere, find something better and leave you to packing."
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"I get up, I'm taking that IOU with me," he told her, hand still in her shirt but fully prepared to just stand up with her still on his lap.
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"Don't need to get defensive," she said and instinctively curled her fingers into the material of his shirt in return.
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"I was thinking you took some fun all this."
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Caving in this case, was finally loosening one hand from his shirt to curl it around his neck and stretch up to kiss him, without any particular softness. When it really came down to it, she could take action, she could make decisions and even be interactive.
She knew she was playing right into his baiting with this, which was annoying, but she'd just have to deal with that later.
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Of course, that all went out of mind when she kissed him and he stopped walking then, fingers uncurling from her shirt to get around her again and yank her closer. She didn't want soft kisses, he could do harsh and hard.
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She finally let go of his shirt as he yanked her in, only to grab at his shoulder to hold herself there.
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Grateful that he hadn't gotten very far in his journey to her door, he started walking back towards her bed now, happy enough with the rough kissing and her hands but already wanting more, honestly.
He kept one hand on her back and the other one curled around the back of her neck, pulling her back with him as he moved and keeping her pressed tight against him.
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Moving with him was almost automatic at this point, and she was pretty sure this meant she was getting to keep that IOU. Win for her.
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