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]

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.