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]

A lot better considering he wasn't even expecting that much. He grinned down at her and then rolled off her until he was the one on his back. Unwilling to let her think he was being lazy or annoying, he reached for her once he'd settled, pulling her on top of him.

"Then take my fucking clothes off," he answered challengingly. "Come on, then."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Better.

Well, easier anyway, and she grinned back at him as she reached back to his waist. "All I needed," Effy said, leaning forward, just to be a tease, and pausing as her fingers brushed the skin just above.

If he could be a tease, so could she while she had that power.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad I could make it less complicated for you," he said dryly, tucking an arm under his head while she touched him. "Next time, we can move onto higher level functions. I'm sure you'll be ready."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You mean it gets more complicated than this?" she said, her quiet tone still strongly tinged with sarcasm. "Bummer."

At least she was finally getting those pants off, though. Apparently, she had a little less restraint than he did.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'll get you an instruction manual," he promised, using his free hand to reach down and slide through her hair and against the back of her neck. Couldn't do much when she was trying to get him out of his pants but he could do a little. "Let me know if you need help down there. I know how excitable you can get."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy narrowed her eyes, without too much heat. "Think I can manage," she assured him, trying to work them down over his hips.

Fumble once and he was still using it against her. They had such a healthy not!relationship. Really they did.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It was pretty adorable that time, really," he said, rubbing it in a little more even while raising his hips to help her out there. "Very inexperienced."

Oh yeah, a completely healthy something that wasn't a relationship. Completely.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Thought you might get a kick out of the fumbling virgin routine." Or she hadn't thought that at all, but that wouldn't stop her saying it.

At least they were mostly evened up on the clothing side of things. That was something.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Should I feel honored that you're learning my kinks?" he asked, sliding a little further up on her bed and gesturing her closer. "Or frightened?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Like to think it's a good thing," she decided, finally dropping them on the floor and crawling back over him. "But I think that's up to you, isn't it?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I haven't seen any issue with it yet," he said, grinning as she got closer. "You haven't given me any reason to doubt you. Let's hope that doesn't change, right?"

He really didn't need any sudden nutshots or baseball bats to his throat.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy nodded slightly, and pressed closer now. Less layers, more fun. That she really did know.

"Didn't do that schoolgirl thing for you yet, did I?" she remembered, and ducked to drop her lips to the side of his neck and drag her tongue down.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You haven't," he confirmed with a slight shake of his head. "I'm still waiting for it, yeah."

And occasionally daydreaming about it. Look, he thought it'd be hot!

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Do something about that when I'm back," she promised, smirking as her hands migrating down a that bit more. Hey, she already had the outfit (http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/3124/vlcsnap1137734.png) at home. Might as well put it to good use.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Is that a promise?" he asked hopefully because, yeah, that was a kink. "I can't really make similar promises since you've got the IOU and your kinks don't tend to deviate into clothing. That I know of, at least."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

They didn't, really, and she shook her head with a little smile before working her lips and tongue down his collarbone, only to pause when she got to the centre of his chest and lift her head.

"I'll do it." May not be a particular kink for her, but that wouldn't stop it from being fun. "Thought you didn't trust promises, though."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I don't," he said, looking down at her and then back up at her ceiling. "It was just a thing to say. Don't worry, I still don't trust you."

Or something. He shook his head.

"I don't doubt that you'll do it," he said, sighing quietly. "It'll be fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, that was a relief, wasn't it? ... Something like that.

"Will be that," she agreed, just a little smugness creeping in. Since she had the power now, she thought it was about the time to grind her hips back against his again, enjoy being able to get to him like he had been to her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It was something like that, yeah. Alex didn't know what the fuck it was, if he was honest. And then he had other things on his mind.

"Will you miss me while you're gone?" he asked, just to be an ass and to cover up any sounds he wanted to make because she'd done that to him and he didn't have the added benefit of pants anymore.

He got a hand on each of her hips, doing nothing but holding on tightly for the moment.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"S'only a week," she said, glancing up at him. "I'm sure I'll live through the separation anxiety."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think it's funny that you admitted you're going to have separation anxiety," he pointed out even if, yeah, she was probably fucking around. "I'll send you dirty text messages."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure that'll ease the pain." Oh, she was definitely fucking around. It was fun!

And at the very least, dirty messages would keep her entertained.

For now, she had him right here being dirty at her. Right here and within kissing range. One way to shut him up again.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Oh, he'd so be sending those dirty text messages too. He'd even do time conversion to try and send them at the worst possible times just for the best results.

But, he did shut up when she kissed her, sliding the hands that had been on her his around to her back, fingers bumping along her spine lightly, at first, and then with a little more pressure.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Given it was a week at home with her parents, and no tony, she'd probably need the entertainment.

Not something to think about now, anyway, she was too busy putting her energy into kissing him now, and skimming her hands across his chest to flick a thumb across one nipple. Compared to earlier, she was being pretty nice right now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Compared to earlier, she was being positively saintly. Alex showed his appreciation by not making it hard on her to do what she wanted. He spread his fingers out against her back, keeping her close while he kissed her. Close like that meant he didn't have to lean up into her hands to get more of that contact and he thought that was pretty damn good.