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]

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?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It wasn't surprising that he pretty much agreed with the need for no coyness. He wasn't some blushing virgin and he knew she wasn't either so he figured getting to the point was the point.

Alex shifted his position slightly, enough that he couldn't kiss her for the moment but he could temper that by getting a better angle with his hand and sliding it under the waist of the material, inching slowly down. He almost wished he was a contortionist sometimes.

Instead, he'd just smile sweetly while his fingers pushed inside her. See, he lacked coyness too.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

As if she wouldn't shift against his hand, smile a little right back. He knew he was good, a little bit of smug was allowed at this point. While he was doing that, he could smile all he liked. Apparently, didn't need to be double jointed anyway.

His shifted position did offer her the option of dropping her mouth against his shoulder, a new focus for her attention.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He wasn't double jointed but hey, he did have long fingers and having to reach past clothing really didn't bother him once he'd gotten where he wanted. Now, it was just a matter of moving those long fingers inside her, stretching and curling with no real purpose in mind but to make her squirm.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, she certainly wasn't about to be sitting back and unresponsive, so squirming probably about covered it.

His shoulder was right there, so that was where her lips were pressed, and where she'd be nipping at his skin when the inclination arose.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Really, really glad he'd lost shirt earlier, yes. That wouldn't have been half as nice if he'd still had a t-shirt on. Not that he didn't think it wouldn't have been gone beforehand but still.

He pressed his fingers in and pulled them out fairly quickly, establishing an erratic yet deep (long fingers were good for something) rhythm with that hand. He was just going to ignore his own urges for the moment, for awhile longer, because he always did have a thing for making girls squirm underneath him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It was a good thing to aim for. A very, very good thing. No girl would deny it.

Effy... might even have said as much, but she was busier getting out a muttered "Fuck," against the side of his neck as she rocked her hips against his hand with each motion. Even repeating her uttering a moment later.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hearing something like that only made it easier for him to keep up the motion of his fingers. Alex twisted his fingers, moved his hand for the added benefit of getting his thumb into the action. That small sensitive area? Yeah, that's where his thumb was pressing now. Pressing and holding and only releasing so his other fingers could slide in, slide out.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy couldn't have suppressed the twitch of her hips at that if she'd tried, and really, she wasn't in for trying.

She could keep using the edge of her teeth against the base of his neck. If he could leave a mark on her, she could damn well do the same thing right back.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

She wasn't going to hear him complaining about that. Not like he had anything to hide. If someone asked, he found the truth was always entertaining in situations like this.

And really, he wasn't too much thinking too hard about that when he was moving his fingers inside of her, trying to pull more sounds from her. Eventually, he'd just get tired of the clothing she still had on and rip it off or something.

He could owe her the price of the clothing or something. Pay it back in installments or something.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

He'd already tossed half her stuff on the floor. In one of those destructive moods today, obviously.

Knowing Effy, whatever she was wearing probably wasn't expensive anyway.

And for the moment, most of those noises he was trying to incite were getting buried into his shoulder, so he'd probably feel rather than hear them.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He...probably wouldn't help cleanup. Maybe he'd do half. Or something. Later.

Now, he'd finally reached the point where he wanted her clothing gone and was trying to accomplish that by pulling his hand away enough to catch his fingers on the waist and tug. Alex did turn his face to catch her lips with his before he actually said anything.

"Take it off," he mumbled roughly, fully prepared to rip it if he had. "Now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Like she'd really ignore a request with a tone like that. She wasn't stupid, and wriggled to help with that removal, pushing the material down over her hips.

Didn't even bother with a wry comment or anything. That was rare.