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]

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex helped as best he could which really meant he flung them off the bed and somewhere on her floor. Once that was done, Alex crawled closer again, hips to hips and pushed against her, letting her feel it more considering she was the naked one now.

He ducked down with the intent to kiss her but stopped just before he did, smirking smugly and twisting his hips roughly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy breathed another another curse, wrapping her legs around him and squeezing as he pressed against her. At this point, through clothing really just wasn't close enough.

She couldn't be the only one that got to, and she wasted no time in slipping her hands down to his hips, pushing at the waistband of his pants.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

That whole clothing problem was easy enough to take care of but, considering he was wearing jeans, he had to sit back some on his knees to get at the buttons and zipper. That just meant they both got that brief breather while he worked his pants off.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

No matter how impatient she might be, a break for a few moments was probably no bad thing. Time to, yes, catch breath, or something.

And she did get to watch him, which was nothing if not kind of hot anyway.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, deciding to fill the silence while succeeding in kicking his pants off with minimal need to move too far away from her.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Very, very much more entertained," Effy confirmed, smirking up at him. He was a lot better at this than at pulling money from places. Unsurprisingly.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Glad to be of service," he said, settling back over her again, pressing close and kissing her again. All that skin was that much better for this sort of thing than the clothing had been. And, as much as he'd been restrained, he kind of didn't want to do that anymore.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

The fact he'd been practising that restraint, holding back this long, was really kind of amazing. More patience that at least Effy had realised. No bad thing, in her opinion, even if the time was well past.

He might work that out from the more urgent push of her hips, and the deeper, harsher side to that kiss.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, if there'd been anything left to his patience and restraint, it was gone with a response from her like that. He kept himself pressed tight against her, meeting her harshness with some of his own.

"Where're your condoms?" he asked because she had to have some. And the one he carried was in his pants which where...somewhere on her floor.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Bottom drawer," she muttered against his cheek. It was a popular cliche for a reason. It worked.

Effy sort of leaned in the right direction, but with Alex so close against her, bigger and stronger, she was hardly in a position to get anything herself.