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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[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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He eventually did pull away from that kiss, taking a moment to catch his breath before attempting to talk.

"Get on the bed," he said, voice rough from all that and not even caring that it was an order. Courtesies were for pansies.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And at times like this, Effy was actually willing to do what she was told. Always with a smirk, just to prove she was doing it because she wanted to. But did it all the same.

She was going to try and keep a hold on Alex while she did it, to pull him down with her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

She was just lucky he wasn't feeling really evil and didn't resist only to take the IOU and run. That would have been stupid but funny. He didn't do that though.

Alex let her pull at him, climbing onto her bed after she did and reaching to kiss her again.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Good job Effy was fairly damn sure he didn't want to resist this. Confidence in this case, that was apparently well placed.

As soon as he was close enough she wrapped a leg around him, giving that little bit more leverage to push up against him.

So, her roommate could quite easily walk in on this. Did she really care about that? Not at all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It wasn't like they hadn't had that happen before. Griff was a little less flaily than Edward (and it was amazing that that was possible) so any interruptions would be amusing, at least.

Encouraged by that leg she had around him, he pressed closer, hips against hips for the moment and paid her back for earlier by biting her lower lip sharply.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Trouble was, Edward was far more likely to try and pull a sword on Alex for it. To protect the innocence of his roommate and all.

Still, she was hardly going to be thinking about something like that right now, and sucked in a quick excited breath as he bit.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Innocence, right! Of course! Because purity was such a trademark of hers. He would rather avoid the sword though. Didn't need to get run through with one of those.

That breath didn't escape his notice and he flicked his tongue out, ran it over the spot he'd just bitten, and then smiled smugly at her because he could.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Maybe it should be perceived innocence. She didn't really need saving from this, in her opinion.

Only way to really get that smug look off his face was to lean right up an kiss him again. If nothing else, she wouldn't be able to see how smug he was.

Better than nothing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He'd just show her how smug he was later. Like he'd forget that.

Alex got a knee beside her hip, giving himself some leverage and reached down to tug at her shirt. If she wasn't going to let him be smug, he was going to that kiss harsh, rough and sharp. And he was going to do that while tugging at her shirt.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not one to be outdone, Effy curled her fingers harder into his shoulder, and... sort of helped with the shirt situation by arching away from the bed.

With the additional fun of being pressed up against him. Less helpful. Whatever. It felt good, and she didn't care much about anything else right now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex yanked on her shirt this time, pulling it up even if he didn't want to stop kissing her which made actually getting the shirt off a little harder.

He knew he was going to make that decision shortly but, until then, he'd just hike the shirt up some and get his other hand on her stomach to drag his nails across.