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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.

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"Is that a promise?" he asked hopefully because, yeah, that was a kink. "I can't really make similar promises since you've got the IOU and your kinks don't tend to deviate into clothing. That I know of, at least."

They didn't, really, and she shook her head with a little smile before working her lips and tongue down his collarbone, only to pause when she got to the centre of his chest and lift her head.

"I'll do it." May not be a particular kink for her, but that wouldn't stop it from being fun. "Thought you didn't trust promises, though."

"I don't," he said, looking down at her and then back up at her ceiling. "It was just a thing to say. Don't worry, I still don't trust you."

Or something. He shook his head.

"I don't doubt that you'll do it," he said, sighing quietly. "It'll be fun."

Well, that was a relief, wasn't it? ... Something like that.

"Will be that," she agreed, just a little smugness creeping in. Since she had the power now, she thought it was about the time to grind her hips back against his again, enjoy being able to get to him like he had been to her.

It was something like that, yeah. Alex didn't know what the fuck it was, if he was honest. And then he had other things on his mind.

"Will you miss me while you're gone?" he asked, just to be an ass and to cover up any sounds he wanted to make because she'd done that to him and he didn't have the added benefit of pants anymore.

He got a hand on each of her hips, doing nothing but holding on tightly for the moment.

"S'only a week," she said, glancing up at him. "I'm sure I'll live through the separation anxiety."

"I think it's funny that you admitted you're going to have separation anxiety," he pointed out even if, yeah, she was probably fucking around. "I'll send you dirty text messages."

"Sure that'll ease the pain." Oh, she was definitely fucking around. It was fun!

And at the very least, dirty messages would keep her entertained.

For now, she had him right here being dirty at her. Right here and within kissing range. One way to shut him up again.

Oh, he'd so be sending those dirty text messages too. He'd even do time conversion to try and send them at the worst possible times just for the best results.

But, he did shut up when she kissed her, sliding the hands that had been on her his around to her back, fingers bumping along her spine lightly, at first, and then with a little more pressure.

Given it was a week at home with her parents, and no tony, she'd probably need the entertainment.

Not something to think about now, anyway, she was too busy putting her energy into kissing him now, and skimming her hands across his chest to flick a thumb across one nipple. Compared to earlier, she was being pretty nice right now.

Compared to earlier, she was being positively saintly. Alex showed his appreciation by not making it hard on her to do what she wanted. He spread his fingers out against her back, keeping her close while he kissed her. Close like that meant he didn't have to lean up into her hands to get more of that contact and he thought that was pretty damn good.

Pretty damn good was something Effy would even agree with, and that closeness was only going to up her enthusiasm for all of this.

She'd slowed for a little there, relaxing into it, and now she'd remembered they were mostly naked decided it was time to move this along a little, sliding that hand down his chest and stomach to wander across his hips and a little lower with a smirk against his lips.

"You'd better know what you're doing with your hand down there," he mumbled, arching his hips closer to her hand instinctively. Of course he knew she knew what she was doing but he couldn't just let her do that without saying something.

"What, you think I'd just forget?" Please, it was like riding a bike. Except easier, because really, provided your hand was there, and you weren't being a bitch, boys generally liked it.

No knees, or baseball bats, just sure fingers smoothly working over, along, around and back again.

"Better to be safe than sorry," he mumbled, really not caring about talking to her now that she had her hand there. She knew what she was doing, he knew that and having her actually do it was just further proof.

And it also gave her a little ammo in that he really couldn't do much but breathe a little quicker and shut his eyes because of it. Purely a side effect of where she had her hand. Yes.

"I haven't," Effy told him, a little unnecessarily, smile growing just a little wider at his reaction, however slight. Like she'd turn down ammo like that. "And I think you know it," she whispered.

"Shut up," he mumbled again, weakly glaring at her before letting that glare subside back into a small smile of his own. "Could have forgotten since the last time."

No, she couldn't have. He just couldn't give it up.

Effy shook her head, still a little amused. So fucking stubborn.

Still managing to be so chatty, too. Bad on her. Going to try and change that, at least, swiping her thumb oh so casually across the tip.

"Stop looking so fucking smug," he said, managing to get that out without a stutter but the tone had changed to something tighter, quieter. "You're not doing anything special."

He was incredibly fucking stubborn and the arching of his hips into her hand pretty much contradicted his words, yeah.

Just a bit, yeah, and Effy was definitely taking some enjoyment out of getting to see that all from right up close. Couldn't exactly hide it from her like that.

She wasn't denying that in reality she'd barely done a thing. "And yet," she said quietly, still smirking, of course, as she wrapped her fingers a little firmer. "Still seems to be working for you."

"A girl wraps her hand around my dick, it tends to get a reaction," he said, eyes still closed and hips still moving slightly. "It's called being a fucking guy. Nothing special."

Still trying to taunt and poke even when she was doing that to him. Idiot.

Well, if he was going to be annoying about it... A little pause in the movement of that hand for him.

It was his own fault that she'd stopped. Completely.

"Really going to try and claim that right now?" she asked.

It took a lot of his willpower to not say yes. He wanted to, it was on the tip of his tongue but, in the end, another type of need won out.

"No," he muttered, making a face. "Come on, don't fucking stop what you've started. I want--" He stopped and shook his head. "--it."

"That's very vague of you," she said, throwing back Alex's normal complaint of her at him, even if she did add a hint of movement back in, running her thumb along the length.

Enjoying having the power? Oh yeah. "What do you want?"

"You fucking know what I want," he answered, dropping his head back against her bed and biting his lower lip. "I just told you."

Sort of.

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