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]

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

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

"Don't assume."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

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

"Less likely to get it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

He... yeah, might well. Bad enough he still couldn't meet her eye after what she'd seen as a kitten.

At the moment, her thoughts were running more to how somehow, she hadn't done at all well at getting him out of his damn clothes. There was some definite unbalance going on here.

Something had to go, and since she was already half under his shirt, that was the one that got it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex thought of resisting just for the fun of it but didn't and let her pull his shirt off with ease. T-shirts were good for that sort of thing.

With that done, he leaned back down to kiss her again, letting his chest rest against hers, skin to skin now and that felt a lot fucking better than when he had his shirt on.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And it made curling her fingers against his back while she kissed him, and pressing nails against his skin hard enough he was sure to feel it, all so much easier.

Lack of clothes, never, ever a bad thing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You trying to rip up my back?" he mumbled, not sounding like he minded too back. He didn't have parents to go and visit after all. "Can't you do better than that?"

Which was both a taunt and a challenge. He was sure she could but that trick was getting her to do it. She was annoying that way. And maybe he didn't have nails like hers but he could drag his across her stomach, just as hard as she'd gotten hers into his back to show her that he could do that too.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy really couldn't just let something like that lie, grinding her hips up firmly as she circled that leg around him again.

"You use your teeth," she replied in a low tone of her own. "I use my nails." Made them pretty much even, she thought.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You don't use them very fucking well," he said, trying to refrain from moaning while he said. Wouldn't make him look very strong if he said all that only to moan when she pressed against them.

"I've seen better," he said, grinning smugly before he leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't the crude response he'd planned but it still got his point across. "Too bad for you."