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]

"You'd better know what you're doing with your hand down there," he mumbled, arching his hips closer to her hand instinctively. Of course he knew she knew what she was doing but he couldn't just let her do that without saying something.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, you think I'd just forget?" Please, it was like riding a bike. Except easier, because really, provided your hand was there, and you weren't being a bitch, boys generally liked it.

No knees, or baseball bats, just sure fingers smoothly working over, along, around and back again.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Better to be safe than sorry," he mumbled, really not caring about talking to her now that she had her hand there. She knew what she was doing, he knew that and having her actually do it was just further proof.

And it also gave her a little ammo in that he really couldn't do much but breathe a little quicker and shut his eyes because of it. Purely a side effect of where she had her hand. Yes.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I haven't," Effy told him, a little unnecessarily, smile growing just a little wider at his reaction, however slight. Like she'd turn down ammo like that. "And I think you know it," she whispered.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Shut up," he mumbled again, weakly glaring at her before letting that glare subside back into a small smile of his own. "Could have forgotten since the last time."

No, she couldn't have. He just couldn't give it up.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, still a little amused. So fucking stubborn.

Still managing to be so chatty, too. Bad on her. Going to try and change that, at least, swiping her thumb oh so casually across the tip.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Stop looking so fucking smug," he said, managing to get that out without a stutter but the tone had changed to something tighter, quieter. "You're not doing anything special."

He was incredibly fucking stubborn and the arching of his hips into her hand pretty much contradicted his words, yeah.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Just a bit, yeah, and Effy was definitely taking some enjoyment out of getting to see that all from right up close. Couldn't exactly hide it from her like that.

She wasn't denying that in reality she'd barely done a thing. "And yet," she said quietly, still smirking, of course, as she wrapped her fingers a little firmer. "Still seems to be working for you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"A girl wraps her hand around my dick, it tends to get a reaction," he said, eyes still closed and hips still moving slightly. "It's called being a fucking guy. Nothing special."

Still trying to taunt and poke even when she was doing that to him. Idiot.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, if he was going to be annoying about it... A little pause in the movement of that hand for him.

It was his own fault that she'd stopped. Completely.

"Really going to try and claim that right now?" she asked.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It took a lot of his willpower to not say yes. He wanted to, it was on the tip of his tongue but, in the end, another type of need won out.

"No," he muttered, making a face. "Come on, don't fucking stop what you've started. I want--" He stopped and shook his head. "--it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That's very vague of you," she said, throwing back Alex's normal complaint of her at him, even if she did add a hint of movement back in, running her thumb along the length.

Enjoying having the power? Oh yeah. "What do you want?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You fucking know what I want," he answered, dropping his head back against her bed and biting his lower lip. "I just told you."

Sort of.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Like I said. Vague," she reiterated lowly, repeating that gentle motion. "What do you want?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You should know vague," he said under his breath, opening his eyes and glaring. "I want you...to get a condom and let me fuck you or do something a little more adventurous with your damn hand."

There. He'd paused in the same place she had earlier and he'd told her what he wanted.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And yet somehow, she didn't think she'd got quite the same answer as he'd been about to say before. Still.

"... I can do that." One more brief squeeze of her fingers, and she made to shift off him a little for a moment to find a condom. Poked at him like that enough for one day.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It probably wasn't the same answer, no. Alex spent a moment blinking at the ceiling and wondering about that hesitation there before shaking it off as nothing. It was nothing.

"Unless that's too hard of a task for you and you want to cuddle," he said, tone dripping with sarcasm. As much as he could muster in light of everything.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smirked, as she sat back over his legs. "Think I can manage," she decided as she set to work on that. Not like it wasn't something she'd done just a few times before. No time needed to be wasted there.

"Another time, maybe." Or probably not.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Another time," he agreed with a nod. He reached to settle a hand on one of her hips, just letting it rest there since she had the advantage of position right now. He could have flipped them but where would the fun be in that?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Who knows, he might decide he didn't half mind handing off a bit of the control.

For now, Effy was going to make the most of hers, shifting forward and up on her knees, taking a moment just because she could, and eventually, with a quickened breath of her own, sliding down to settle against his hips again.

Feeling like less of an annoying tease now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex didn't mind handing over some control if the other person knew what they were doing with it. Effy did, he knew that so she was one of the few he let have some control.

Once she'd settled, Alex pushed himself up using his hands again, getting closer to her and getting a better angle with his hips. The hand on her hip moved to her back and Jesus fuck, it'd been too long since he'd done this with her.

The fact that he knew that was weird but shut up, it tended not to be bad with her.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Alex was just lucky Effy wasn't one of those mindreaders, and anyway was thinking far more about moving against him and smothering her intake of breath than she was on what might be going through his head.

He might never hear the end of it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And Alex sincerely doubted that she didn't have those kind of errant thoughts every once in awhile. She might be good but Alex decided she couldn't be that good.

Besides, it was a fleeting thought before he was back in the here and now, gripping her hips tightly, fingers pressing into her skin and using that hold to try and make her move harder against him. She had the position advantage, he had arms that he could use to try and guide her rhythm.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

... Probably more than every once in a while. But she, like him, hid them really damn well. Such practiced denial.

She definitely knew what he wanted with that, and used the leverage she had with her knees to get moving properly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Better," he whispered near her ear before letting his face rest against her cheek, not even trying to hide that rough breathing. Since she'd picked up his hints, he loosened his grip some but didn't let go, enjoying the feeling of her moving in two very different places.