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 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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex pulled back, letting himself smile smugly down at her because hey, it wasn't hard to tell that she liked that. He wasn't going to do that long though because she'd either knee him in the junk or make some kind of comment about his lack of endurance and he wasn't having that.

So, he switched sides, lips and teeth finding the other nipple and, instead of licking or even biting, he sucked at the skin and then bit down. He liked to keep things fresh.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

The smirk that had been present as he'd been looking down at her, fell away as he did that, and she inhaled deeply.

If there was anything that could distract her from her smirky ways, it would have to be that, and she even loosened her grip on him a little.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Not hard to tell that she really liked that. He'd gloat later. For now, he'd just see what other things he could get her to do just with his mouth alone. He hid a smile against her skin, keeping it brief because he had better things to do.

Better things like sliding the flat of his tongue over that nipple again and making like he was going to nip again but choosing instead to use just the edges of his teeth for the slight sharpness that provided.

And then he bit down.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She'd probably even let him gloat later, provided he wasn't fucking irritating about it. Effy wasn't against giving credit where it was deserved.

And it was deserved.

Even he could probably decipher that fact, helped by the way she was pressing up against his mouth.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He didn't think himself irritating at all. Other people probably begged to differ but he'd probably temper it around her. He mostly didn't set out to irritate her. Lucky her.

Alex leaned back some, going easily with her movements and bypassing licking for sucking again. Since most of his weight was against her, he was able to get a hand up, fingers finding the other nipple and pinching hard.

He could multitask. Again, lucky her.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Aww, she'd be honoured not to be a target for him to annoy! Mostly.

... Okay, maybe not honoured, but there'd be some vague appreciation or something.

That thought would be rather lost in amongst everything else she was feeling at the moment, and happily so. Sliding her fingers down to the small of his back, around to press at his hips, that she could definitely do.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

When she did things like that, those were times Alex really hated pants. Alas. Whatever, pants weren't going to stop him from rocking his hips into hers. She was pressing, he could be a giver sometimes.

His mouth found her neck again, sucking lightly before moving up and biting her earlobe. Couldn't be said that he wasn't thorough.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

He'd been truthful about sharing his fun, and for that, she was pretty grateful right now. In a quiet sort of way, so far.

But Effy could still help return that favour keeping him close with that leg he'd hitched up, enjoying that friction even with clothes still hindering the contact.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He could deal with quiet. He wouldn't get distracted either way but he could tell she was enjoying herself in other ways then just purely by the sounds she was making.

Since he couldn't go anywhere (and he hadn't been planning on it), he just pressed his hips forward again, a little quicker and harder this time. Alex let one hand drift down to her hip, pulling her tighter against him so he could move again, getting more friction out of that.

His lips found hers again for a bruising, messy kiss that was all arousal and no finesse. That could come...never.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Finesse hardly mattered in the heat of the moment, and anything that came out to all teeth and lips and tongue was nothing bad to her. She could give as good as she got, one hand slipping up to the back of his head while the other remained just wrapped around him.

A slight humming note against his lips proved that she didn't quiet everything. Not when he was against her like that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex bit down on her lower lip again, sucking briefly before moving back into kissing her again and working a hand between them. He lifted his hips enough to slide his hand down to press against her, over the clothes but still hard enough that she'd damn well feel it.

See, talented hands. Talented mouth. Talented lots of things. And he did like switching things up.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Feel that, she most definitely could.

Variety was a fun, fun thing, and something Effy was making the most of, jerking her hips against those talented hands instinctively. There was no coyness here, and really no need for it with them. Why bother?