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]

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Lucky for them both, he did not fall over. The momentary faltering passed in favor of a rougher, quicker stroke that probably noted the end was near for him. At least that meant that she didn't have to worry about him stopping.

His mouth found her neck again, breathing heavily in between kisses and mumbled swearing. Eloquence was totally his game.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Oh. Yeah. She could tell. Full of the pretty words, this one.

Effy was hardly much better. Wasn't like you needed to be a talker for this, and she was really not listening to what he had to say anyway. She got far more out of everything else, and tensed her legs around him through some murmurings of her own.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hey, she could read a poetry book if she wanted pretty words and tell him all about when he wasn't so busy doing this to her. That was a beneficial tradeoff to him.

Of course, any and all thought got washed out by the roaring in his ears and the way his owns muscles went taut with tension. He let a long groan escape against her neck but managed to keep most of his weight off her. And hopefully, somewhere underneath him she got enough to get her jollies because he was just about spent.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

God, this was an improvement over the plans she'd had for this afternoon before. Just about enough focus to complete that thought before even that one was eclipsed. It didn't take much to push her on to that state.

Not being squashed worked very nicely for her, and Effy clung at his back and tucked her head in against his shoulder, trying to get her erratic breathing under control against his neck.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex managed to find enough focus to roll off her and onto her bed, not going much further than that since he really didn't have the legs for it at the current moment.

He ran a hand through his hair and glanced over at her but kept quiet. They'd done pretty well without words, after all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Took a couple of moments for her to find the mental capacity and energy to shoot him a bit of a grin.

That was basically approval from Effy.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Worked for him. He matched the smile and just kept quiet. No need to wreck a nice afternoon with talking. So, he didn't.