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]

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I got it," he mumbled, reaching for the indicated drawer and yanking it open. He rooted around in the drawer before pulling a condom out. Thank fuck they'd been close enough to reach. He didn't waste any time in getting it on and wasted even less time in pushing into her.

He'd restrained himself, showed patience, he figured he deserved a little urgency at the current moment.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

The slow and gentle thing? Really not for either them. Urgency worked just fine.

Effy bit down on her lip at the sudden change, rocking her hips a little as she got used to things, pushing back against him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Always nice to be a little rough with someone during sex and not run the risk of the other person crying and thinking it was out of lack of love or some shit.

With the advantage of position, Alex reached for her hips, changing that angle by pulling her against him. Since she wasn't being passive (which was fun all around), he could meet her movements with rough thrusts of his hips, uncaring if there'd be bruises or soreness. It'd be worth it.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Sometimes, it just was definitely worth it. They agreed on that point at least.

She bit back a bit of a moan, and leaned up to try kissing him again. Somewhere to put the energy she couldn't throw into anything else right now.

There was only so much she could do, and the jerks of his motions pushed hard breaths from her lips as they moved.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex smothered any sound he might have made against her mouth, breathing heavily himself but unwilling to do anything but make the movements of his hips that much harder and that much deeper. He tightened the hold on her hips, fingers digging in and using that as leverage when he moved.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Noisy, Effy wasn't, particularly. But at a certain point, even the quiet ones were going to make some sound. That level was certainly being reached even if she was still kissing him, and it wasn't as obvious as it could've been.

His movements were working for her more than well enough, but she could grab at his shoulders again, pull herself against him like that, hitching one leg a little higher at his hip.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex wasn't particularly demonstrative either, preferring to do more with action than noises or inane babble. Her movements shortened his strokes, made them tighter and let him push deeper and that was all right with him.

He leaned down to kiss her but, at the telltale coiling in his stomach, he bypassed that and just let his forehead rest against hers. Not out of tenderness but because, if he didn't, he might have just fallen over.

No need to do that, not when he could hold off for another few moments to get her closer.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And if he did fall over, Effy would probably mock him until the end of time. Fun for her, possibly less so for him.

No need for that.

At this point, she wasn't really focussing on anything like that, more on screwing her eyes closed and willing him not to do anything stupid like stop right now. She'd do great with some kind of mind power so these things would still get across without her actually having to speak.