Room 323 [Saturday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

By mid-afternoon, it was getting a little too hot for her very pale British self to be anywhere outside (even if it was alligator free, now), so Effy was in the dorms, and in true antisocial spirit, in her own room. She hadn't honestly spent all that much time there since moving out of the cabins, so it was probably about time.

The door was open, which either showed some vague social improvement on her part, or possibly just that she was hoping for a bit of a breeze while she finally got around to unpacking properly. Probably the latter.

Anyway, there was that, and she was even occasionally pausing to get lost in her music for a minute. It was entirely possible she was happy in a less than natural sort of way.

It was a weekend, was there really any better way to spend her time?

[[Door and post are wiiiiide open!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

The look on her face, said he was probably about on the money. She certainly liked people to think as much. It was something that worked for her, rather well.

"See, you get it," she said, matching his volume. "Not bad."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well, thank you," he said, shrugging a shoulder. "Practice. The only thing that's wrong with your philosophy is that, for some things, you need another person to help you out with making you feel good."

At least, most of the good stuff.

"Times like that, are you just willing to share your fun?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Times like that," she repeated, smirking. "I am."

She wasn't entirely selfish, all the time. Usually when it suited her, but still. Counted, right?

"Are you?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Amazingly, I am," he said and smiled. "I can be a giver when I wanna be. Willing to share when sharing's merited. I haven't left yet, have I?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You haven't," she agreed, cocking her head a little as she looked at him. "That mean it's merited?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Anything more than an honest answer at this point would just seem like a waste. "That mean you don't want me to leave?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Haven't kicked you out yet," Effy pointed out. Which could probably be translated to 'yes'. Somehow.

This strange little standoff they had going on right now was rather amusing to her, in its way.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It might be fun to see you try," he quipped, half smiling. "I'll take that as you not wanting me to leave. But, I don't think you wanna stand here shooting the shit for hours either, do you?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Neither do you." As restrained as he was being right now, she could guess that much. Testing his patience on this was all very well, but there was a point where it would get boring.

"Are you going to do anything about it?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And Alex definitely wasn't a fan of boring even if he could demonstrate some remarkable patience sometimes.

"Move," he finally said, getting an arm around her and physically pulling her backwards while he stepped forward again. He could be done with this standoff and his patience for awhile now.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, that was one way of doing it, and she automatically held onto him as he moved, mostly so she didn't fall over.

A lot of pros to being at least somewhat graceful and smooth.

She could do as encouraged on occasion. It turned out, this was one of those.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Your roommate might get an eyeful," he said, peering over her shoulder to see where they were before looking back at her. "Will it make him cry?"

He knew Griff would probably cry. Or turn so red, he'd catch fire and burn up into ash.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

He might not cry, but he'd probably never look at her the same again. Effy tipped her head. The sort of gesture that leaned towards 'maybe... maybe not'.

"That bother you?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No," he scoffed and shook his head. He wasn't shy and he wasn't a fucking prude so he really could have cared less. To prove that (or more because he just felt like it), he stopped their movement and used the arm around her to yank her hips against his. "I just thought I'd check."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Guess that works out, then," she said smirking and gripping his shoulders that bit harder as he pulled her in closer, eyebrows twitching in a certain amount of amusement.

"Might be funny if he does." Poor Edward.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It wouldn't bother me," he said again, starting that forward movement until he'd backed her up against the edge of her bed. He gave her a little push, more to indicate what he wanted then to do it himself. "Maybe he'd even learn something."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I don't doubt that," she said, dropping down onto the bed, leaning back on her elbows. Edward didn't really strike her as the type to have a particularly extensive knowledge when it came to this sort of thing.

Something she was assuming from the colour he'd gone when when she'd implied they were sleeping together.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you could teach him," he said, waiting a moment before crawling onto her bed and over her, keeping his weight off of her and on his hands for the moment. "Wouldn't that be educational? You could do the whole Tab A into Slot B stuff. Draw him little diagrams and shit."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Haven't got the patience for that shit," she replied. "That's what his girlfriend's for." And she had been warned about her. So she was being good. Sort of. Ish.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Aww, a girlfriend," he said, mustering up the most cheerful fake smile he could. Alex lowered himself some, getting himself closer to her and said, "Maybe you'll walk in on him one day. Oops."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I don't need to see that," Effy said immediately. As awkward as it might make the both of them. Ew.

She also purposefully pushed back up against him a little, hoping to distract him a little from the topic of her fucking roommate, and a little onto more interesting things.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex thought about pressing the issue but really, it would have been stupid to keep talking about her roommate all things considered. Alex reached behind him and hitched one of her legs against his hip, leaning down until he was as close as he could be without kissing her.

He opened his mouth, thought about saying something but then discarded it with a shake of his head. Fuck it, he was just going to kiss her, no gentleness or softness or romance there, thank you.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

In Effy's opinion, talking was way overrated anyway. Circling her arms around his neck and tugging him closer as she kissed him, was by far the superior option.

Better. That was better. Infinitely so, for not trying to make it seem like anything it wasn't. Not exactly in it for the cute fuzzy feelings, here.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Cute fuzzy feelings were for the deluded anyway. They never lasted and he never wanted to make the effort to make them last so it worked all around.

Alex crawled a little further on the bed, bringing his hips against hers, uncaring of the clothing for the time being. Since she didn't seem in the mood for anything light, he bit down on her lower lip just to make a point before smiling lazily.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Their... whatever it was they were, rather worked for both of them.

She could feel that smile, while not see it, and if he could bite, she could dig her fingertips harder into his shoulders. That sort of response could go both ways, no trouble.