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]

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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You'd say that just to piss me off," Effy murmured, smiling slightly against his lips. Like she didn't know that.

As she said it, she could drag her fingers around to his hips, trailing the waistband of his pants.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," he admitted, returning that smile because, yeah, he'd done it for exactly that reason. "I could have said it in a cruder way, though. Not as nice that."

And that had been nice, in his opinion.

Still, he wasn't going to deviate too much from talking even when he could feel her hands at his waist. Since their hips were still pressed pretty firmly together, he couldn't get his hand down there but he could move it up, find a nipple and pinch it sharply.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Aww, restraining his crude side. It was almost sweet. Something like that.

Didn't give her long to think about that, though, her already slightly rough breathing giving an extra hitch at that, and she started trying to work her fingers around to see if she couldn't help get those pants off him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He was all heart, yes. And he kind of wanted to stick around so going with the nicer version seemed smartest.

Alex, being all heart, wondered how long he could keep that title if he made getting his pants off a little harder. He pressed his hips into hers again tightly and was glad that the materials of his jeans couldn't really mask everything.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

That moved him from 'all heart' to 'incredibly frustrating', because it didn't mask, but at the same time, just wasn't enough.

Made that whole getting his pants of thing that bit tougher too. Back to annoying, then?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Incredibly frustrating was something he could deal with...for a few moments. It might be annoying her but it was getting to him since he was the one with the pants on.

Still, he liked to push her and poke her just to see what she'd do and this was no different. And hey, she'd really be able to feel it if he was the one doing the grinding this time, wouldn't she?

It affected him to the point he had to take a breath against her neck but he was proud of himself for that restraint.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

His show of restraint was testing hers. Just a little.... Okay, more than a little. It was purposely done, and she knew it, which helped ever so slightly.

It probably affected her a little less than it did him too, but yes, even so she still felt it, and paused her efforts to grasp at his hips and press back.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex bit his lip in response to that, unwilling to make a fucking noise now that she was fighting back. He was going to stay restrained as long as he could just to see how far he could push her. It was his goal for the evening.

And he had the advantage of position and size and hands that weren't grasping at her hips. One of those hands gripped her side, fingers digging in hard and he leaned up and kissed her, nothing nice or soft about it. It was competitive, aggressive and harsh.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And they were so good at trying to out-compete each other. One pushed, the other was likely to try twice as hard to push back.

In this case, he got Effy biting down on his lip again, if only briefly, before putting more of her effort back into that kiss and curling one of her legs tighter around him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

His poor lip was taking some abuse today. Not that he really minded but he was going to be feeling that tomorrow, he was sure.

With her keeping him close, there wasn't much he could do with his hips save for rolling them into hers, regardless of the pants he was still wearing. Wasn't as intense a feeling but it still did it's job.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

His poor lip, her poor all sorts of places. If he asked, it was his own fault for complaining about the nails, and leaving her with that as her other option.

Back to struggling with getting his pants off, which would still be a hell of a lot easier if he stopped that no matter how good it might feel.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, if she was going to be using her teeth, he was going to use his nails and draw them down her side, pressing hard as he did. Might not get her attention but she'd damned her feel it.

And she'd damned sure feel him not stopping that because there was no way he was going to make it easy on her when making it hard meant being bastard. Thus, he was rolling his hips again, ignoring her trying to get his pants off.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

That breath of frustration she let out against his lips was probably one of the signs he was looking for to prove what he was doing was getting to her, but she did it all the same.

"Really just don't want your clothes off?" she asked, breathing a little rough. All his fault.