Room 323 [Thursday, Evening]

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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]

Alex would be taking advantage of that now, tugging on her shirt again to finally try and get the damn piece of clothing off of her. If anything, it was getting hiked up high enough that he could get his free hand underneath, fingers reaching to slide across one of her breasts, touch light but focused.

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And if it stayed hiked up, it was just going to keep getting in the way, so wriggling to get it off completely and out of the way it was.

Without it, she could be entirely focused on his hands and where they were touching and what they were doing. So much better with less layers in the way.

So much better.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex agreed and was very happy to see that shirt go. He kept his hand on her, squeezing gently while his lips and mouth found her neck, pressing kisses along that expanse of skin.

Of course, he wasn't going to just kiss her. No, after doing that for several moments, after swiping his tongue along the column of her throat and near the top of her chest, he found the spot where neck met shoulder and bit her there too. Just for good measure, he bit the same area again just to make sure.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Really determined to give her something to remember him by, wasn't he? Well, with the bonus of stopping her from smirking while he was doing it, because she really had other, better, things to be thinking about.

Pressing back up against his hands for one, and shifting her hips firmly against his as another. Still fucking entertaining, she thought.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He was giving her high marks in the entertainment department right now, yes. Even if that shifting had him pausing for a moment, breathing quickly against her neck, he was still giving her high marks.

Alex slid his hand away from her for the moment so he could sit up some, get a better advantage on her. He reached for both her arms and moved to pin them beside her head for the moment.

"You think this is entertaining, huh?" he asked, talking for the first time since she'd kissed him.

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"Notice you've stopped threatening to leave," Effy said, using that break to get her breathing comfortably steady.

"Are you?" she asked, flexing her fingers where her hands were pinned. "Entertained?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Somewhat," he said, tightening his grip on her wrists slowly. "I'm sure you could do better though."

He kept her hands pinned and leaned down, running his tongue from her throat down the center of her chest and back up again.

"If you wanted to," he added. "But I'm sure you don't. Too much work on your part."

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Effy let out another amused breath, as she tried not to visibly squirm. Didn't really work all that well.

"Don't assume."

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"Or you'll do what?" he asked, enjoying having the advantage for the moment. He tightened his grip again, pressing his fingernails into her skin. "Stop me?"

He smirked, showing what he thought of that little statement. He moved his mouth again, sliding it over one nipple and looking up at her as she did.

"I don't see that happening."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Asking her questions when he was doing that just wasn't going to work. Not without a pause when her breath caught, at least.

...But no, she couldn't really see that happening either.

"You might miss something," she said instead.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I might miss what?" he asked, sliding his tongue across her again, slower this time, more focused and intent since he liked the reaction that'd gotten. "I'm seeing everything pretty damn clearly right now."

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"If... you assume I wont," she said, instinctively arching away from the bed a little against his mouth.

"Less likely to get it."

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He laughed briefly, looking up at her again to show that he didn't quite believe her still.

That wasn't going to stop him from using his tongue again, sliding it across that same nipple before giving her something a little less soft. His mouth closed around her and he nipped her, deciding not to leave a mark there.

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Little stronger reaction to that, one she had to bite down on her lip to actually repress.

That was enough to get her, no marks necessary.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Encouraged by that reaction, Alex repeated the action, teeth biting a little harder this time and hands tightening again on her wrists. He'd pick up some speed or get working on other clothing eventually. Probably.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Knowing the length of his patience when it came to these things, Effy kind of expected that he would get to that. For only being somewhat entertaining, he seemed to be getting a hell of a lot of enjoyment out of this.

And if she thought about something like that, and clenched her hands under his grip, he was less likely to get the reactions that made him so smug.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He squeezed her wrists again, wondering briefly if he'd make finger marks there and then deciding he didn't care all that much. She wasn't stopping him, obviously she didn't care.

He rolled his hips into hers again, using his weight to bear down harder than he'd been doing before and switched sides, not even bothering to lick, instead just biting that other nipple and daring her not to react to all that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She was sure she'd be feeling the aftereffects of this tomorrow, but the great thing about her state of mind right now, was that no, she honestly didn't care.

Maybe she'd care later.

Right now, he was getting a response, because she could suppress to a point, but he'd right about reached it. Hand clenching and lip biting only really got you so far.

If she'd been paying any attention at all, she'd have been expecting a smirk for the sounds he pulled out of her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Lucky for her, he was too busy to really smirk at her. He'd do that later considering he could hear the response now instead of knowing she was trying to prevent any response just because she could.

He knew he was going to have to let go of her wrists here soon because he was getting to the point where he wanted her naked underneath him but not yet. He squeezed again, tightly but briefly and loosened. He moved again, kissed her once before keeping his lips against hers, just breathing.

"Having fun?" he mumbled, still not moving away.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

He could probably feel the smile, if not actually see it.

Just because, "A little," were the words that came out of her mouth, didn't mean they were true.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure that's the case," he said because she could lie to him with words but he'd heard the sounds and could feel her smiling. He finally let her wrists go, only because he needed his hands to get her more naked. If he could have used his teeth while keeping her hands pinned, he would have but he wasn't that flexible.

Still, using his teeth was almost inviting now, even though he did have his hands free. For the moment, he kissed her again, short and hard, before moving his mouth back down her neck and to her shoulder. Since he seemed to be about leaving marks today, he felt it pertinent that he bite her there just to keep that up.

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Really was getting in with that marking, wasn't he? Not that Effy particularly minded.

With her hands free, she could finally do a little more than just squirm under him, and took that chance to get her hands back around him, sliding one up under his shirt to actually get at a little skin herself.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He was doing it both because he liked it and because he was a jackass. She couldn't possibly cover every little mark, could she? It had to be hot in England too.

Alex decided that he was a little too impatient for teeth and got his hands down at her waist to try and yank that last piece of clothing down or off or something. Being on top and bigger had an advantage of making it a little easier even if she decided to be annoying about it.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

No, sadly, it really didn't have to be hot in England. But Effy usually managed to wear something barely there anyway, so it worked out in his favour.

She wasn't going to be irritating either! Helpful, even. The wriggling was supposed to be helpful. Mostly because she wanted it off too.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He'd be so thankful if he really cared what she wore. Well, he did care what she wore if he was around to see it and ogle. When he wasn't, he didn't care.

The wriggling was both helpful and arousing just because, well, wriggling. It did things and he got to see that close up. But, his hands were steady and, before too long, he was dropping that piece of clothing off the side of her bed too. Happy days! Now he had all that new skin to touch and one hand immediately slid around her thigh, squeezing a bit while he ran the nail of another along her waist.

At least if her roommate walked in now, he'd probably faint before going for his sword.