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]

Effy breathed a little bit of amusement at his ear. He may have loosened up his grip on her, but that wouldn't stop her from spreading her hands across his back and shoulders, and anchoring him close as she moved.

Not the best position to be getting anything hard, but she was amped up enough from everything else not to care much right now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Like he was going to try to go anywhere. He had much more enjoyable things to be doing right now. Namely, her, of course.

The position wasn't one that left Alex with a lot of opportunity to move himself but he could subtly change angles and he could lift his hips to meet her movements every once in awhile just to change things up, try to surprise her.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And that, was enough to pull a few breathy noises from her as he did it, and have her rolling her hips to try and get as close as possible.

Might not be hard, but it could still be deep, which worked for her, at least.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Couldn't be hard but it could be keep and he was close enough to lean up and kiss her, smother her noises and his noises together. It was close enough that he could yank her toward him, skin to skin and pretty much feel the slide of her body when she moved.

Alex was a fucking fan of this position, yes. And he'd probably show that here soon enough.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Was always something about being this close, and being able to feel and hear every little thing that could make it all the more exciting.

It wasn't even like she was really concentrating on any of that, but it probably filtered somewhere in past the thought that went on keeping a vague sort of rhythm and the one encouraging her to move her hands across his back.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex dropped his head to her shoulder, uncaring if that seemed weak or whatever, because he was fast approaching that place where he wasn't going to care about anything but himself.

Considering he could feel that end coming, he tried to press deeper, tried to bring her down harder against him and probably succeeded in doing a decent job before he was gasping against her shoulder and clutching at her back, really only vaguely realizing she was there.

He was breathing though, that was a plus, even if his mind was filling with a haze and his limbs did feel heavy. He'd just have to check her in a minute.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Any movement on her part was almost instinctive at this point, and Effy just tightened her grip around him, close as she could get and tried to muffle the sounds she was making against his neck.

Somehow, even when her mind was flooded with the sensations of this, she could still think enough for that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

She was one up on him, then, because all of his intelligent thought had been zapped away, leaving him roughly breathing and clinging to her just so he could center himself.

When he'd gotten some focus back, he was able to discern that, even if she'd been using his neck for her own benefit, she'd still made the noises and he'd felt those noises even.

Good enough for him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

If she'd known those earlier thoughts of his, right now, she'd even have to agree. It had been way too fucking long since they'd done that.

Probably even crossed her mind as she brought her own ragged breathing back under control and could spare the brainpower for that side of things.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He was happy to let her do most of the heavy thinking right now, content with holding onto her (so he wouldn't fall over, really) but, if he had been thinking, he'd be thinking those thoughts again.

He could give great 'going away even if it's for a week' gifts when he wanted to.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes he could. Effy's sort of going away present, definitely.

"Think I might just remember who you are by the time I get back," she muttered into his ear.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, I'll be glad to jog your memory when you get back," he said, smiling against her shoulder. "If you need the help."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Might just ask for the help anyway. It was a lie for a very good cause.

"Let you know when I get back, then." Which would imply that she did remember this, but... whatever.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good," he said, nodding and grinning up at her. "And I'll let you get back to the packing soon. Just need a minute or two."