Room 323 [Thursday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

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.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It was just a suggestion," Effy reminded him, leaning in a little closer herself and smirking. Space invasion wasn't for him alone. "Could've thrown out an objection."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

To Alex, it felt like they were wandering into one of their all too familiar games of chicken now. Those were always fun.

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, breathing a bit of amusement. "Nobody breaks my heart."

Well, nobody yet, and she was as always confident.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Is that right?" he asked, sounding a little disbelieving if only for the fact that she was a girl and girls seemed to always get their hearts broken. "Pretty words. I doubt you can keep that sentiment up forever though."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You shouldn't." Denial and repression. Effy was very, very good at both.

"Most people wouldn't think of that as pretty words," she noted.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I happen to feel the same way," he said and shrugged, "but I wouldn't use the word broken heart in regards to me. So, they're pretty."

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, well aware of when he was baiting her by now, and just shook her head. Plenty strong enough, as far as she was concerned.

"Not had a problem with that so far."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't mean anything except you're young and you've probably been sheltered," he said, speaking with all the wiseness of being a year older than her. He thought it made a difference. "Lacking experience and all. You've still got a lot to learn."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got any advice then, oh worldly one?" she asked, still smirking for now.

So what if he didn't believe her? What did she care.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's good to see you recognizing how awesome I am," he said, matching her smirk with one of his own. "I wondered how long it'd take you to verbalize it."

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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And now she couldn't really move, and might as well rest her hands on his chest while he was close enough.

"Another one of those things we agree on." There were a few more of those than they generally admitted to.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

If she asked nicely, he'd let her go. Maybe. There was a possibility.

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You keep threatening," she said, smirking slowly. "And yet, not actually doing a fucking thing."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Those words just brought him back to being a quitter for some reason and the hand on her shirt tightened and tugged her backwards some. He shifted again, getting his feet on the floor to actually shut her up about that.

"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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy grinned a little wider at the edge creeping in with that action.

"Don't need to get defensive," she said and instinctively curled her fingers into the material of his shirt in return.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're the one wanting action since you can't seem to do it for yourself," he said and actually did start pushing himself up, hoping she got her legs under her while he did even if he wasn't going to help. She had a hold of his shirt, after all. "I can give it to you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Was at least graceful enough not to stumble when he stood, and for the moment, kept her hold on him.

"I was thinking you took some fun all this."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I do," he said, just walking with her now, hand still in her shirt. "But, it's a lot more fun if you're interactive or, at least, interested. I'm not doing everything for you just because you can't seem to make decisions of your own."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

... Damn it, she did kind of want to keep that IOU (and if she was honest, quite wanted to keep him around), which meant she was going to have to suck it up and cave on this one.

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Truth be told, he'd been wondering if she'd take the bait since he'd been prepared to take the IOU and go back to his room if she stayed her hand.

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

One way of stopping him from leaving, wasn't it? Effy was well aware that this sort of thing was anything but boring to him.

She finally let go of his shirt as he yanked her in, only to grab at his shoulder to hold herself there.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

This sort of thing was far from boring when it was done right and he knew she could do it right. One of the reasons he kept coming around.

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Strange, how that one little action could spur him into a positive spin so successfully. That thought made her grin a little, even if she countered that show biting his lower lip.

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Taking away her coveted IOU wasn't on his mind anymore and that was her fault. So, yeah, win for her but win for him because he'd gotten what he wanted out of the deal.

His reaction to her biting his lip was to tighten the hand around her neck, nails digging into her skin just slightly, just to show that he could do things like that too.

As they sort of stumbled backwards, he turned them so her back was facing the bed and stopped once they'd bumped against that bed again, content to stay there for a moment longer and kiss her some more.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Feeling his nails digging into her skin was going to do nothing but spur her on, stopping when he did and deepening their kiss.

She could wait a minute, if this was the way of spending that time.