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]

"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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex twitched slightly, more enjoyment than surprise. Hard to not enjoy some girl's nails digging into your skin when she wasn't trying to smack you or something like that.

He could do lots more than just bite, proven by the way he dragged his tongue from chin to the hollow of her throat and back up again. Of course, he was going to add a bite because it just worked so well. He found a nice spot on her neck, licked once and then bit down, hard enough that he hoped there'd be some kind of mark.

She got his shoulders, he got her neck.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Only fair. Wasn't like Effy was the kind of girl who gave a shit if he was one of those wanted to leave a mark. Did make things that little bit more interesting.

She sucked in a quick breath and the initial nip of his teeth, and murmured some vague approval, pushing her hips up against him. Couldn't see he was going to complain.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

No, there'd be no complaining coming from this boy, none at all. At the press of her hips, he thought the only fair thing was to push back and twist his hips.

He kissed his way back down her neck, slid his tongue along one collarbone and ventured lowered. And he was really damn glad she'd taken her shirt off earlier because he was going t take advantage of that right now by sliding his tongue over one nipple. And one good turn only deserved another so he did it again.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Always knew there were some pros to her way of doing things. This was one of them. Much less hassle that came with fewer pieces of clothing to lose.

It went both ways, even if Effy hadn't had the chance to make the most of it in any way but that of leaving her marks on his back. She might get to that. For now, her breath was coming that bit quicker, and if he wanted to use his tongue like that, she was happy to let him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex could do a lot of things with his tongue. This was just one of the better uses. And when he was getting encouragement like the hands on his back and the quickening breath, it just pushed him on.

He wriggled his tongue over that same nipple, teasing for several long moments before leaning down further and nipping the area sharply. He didn't let that sensation last long before he slid his tongue across her again.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

In many, many ways, a vast improvement over using it to continue their snarky back and forth.

She twitched a little at the use of teeth, but you weren't about to see her complaining from a little rough treatment. If anything, it had her moving harder against him, spreading her hands out across his back, just because she could right now. There was really no bad about getting to touch large expanses of skin to her.