Room 220 [Sunday, Early Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

Being small and kitty-shaped actually wasn't so bad, once you got used to it.

A week down the line, and Effy had apparently well settled into the feline way of life, staying up all night and happily napping well into the afternoon. Later she'd probably be pissed she'd missed a week in Hawaii, disgusted at some of the things she'd sniffed and/or eaten and probably spend a lot of time glaring at Alex for all the mockery she'd get.

... But right now, dozing in a tightly curled ball on Alex's bed, it didn't seem half bad. Really fucking nice, you might say. Give her a minute to realise the sudden lack of fur was making it a little colder than she'd like, and that opinion might change.

[[Room modded with permission, and for that guy whose bed it is. Or, hey, the roommate too should he be about.]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy hesitated, twisting her lips briefly before she shook her head. "Think I'll be tasting tuna for another week." Which was a little offputting. Brushing her teeth would be nice, for a start.

"Could go for a shower first." Or that. Because that was something cats did not believe in. Covering herself in cat lick for a week felt kind of... nasty.

Both things that she'd like to work on.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've got a towel and some soap you can use," Alex offered, nodding. "It's guy soap so you're not gonna be smelling floral fresh but it'll get you lean, wash the cat off you easily enough."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"All I need." And he used it, so probably wouldn't mind her smelling of it all that much. Not sure it'd do the same for him as wearing his clothes, but... not minding worked.

"Can go all floral and fresh for you another day." Right now, clean was good enough.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I knew you were a flower girl at heart," Alex said, getting up off his bed to retrieve a blue towel and some soap. He brought it back and offered it to her. "I bet you can find the bathroom. Just behind that door over there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes as she untucked her legs from inside his sweater and got up. Yeah, a few details might've been a little foggy from her feline time, but she wasn't going to get lost finding the bathroom or anything dumb like that.

Not even going to dignify that insinuation with a proper verbal response, just a twitch of a smirk as she took the stuff he was offering and sauntered off.

Maybe there was a brief glance over her shoulder as she left, if only because she was fairly sure he'd be watching, and it was satisfying if it turned out she was right.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Of course he was watching. She was slinking around in his sweatshirt and nothing else. Of goddamn course he was watching and he wasn't trying to hide it.

When she looked back, she'd find him watching with a nice, wide smirk on his face. No shame at all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Okay, yeah, that definitely made her grin a little wider as she turned back away. Shame was for other people. Wasn't like she wasn't well aware of what she was doing, and also completely unashamed of it.

Incredibly fucking satisfying every time.

Gave him something nice to think about while she wasn't around to entertain. Wasn't that kind of sweet?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Once she disappeared into the bathroom, he flopped back down onto his bed and proceeded to close his eyes. No, he wasn't going to be going to sleep but he had nothing else to do so he'd just rest his eyes and think about how she looked all wet and warm in the shower.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Once she was away from him, Effy wasn't really thinking much about how she looked. But you know what? It felt really, really good.

Of all things, showering hadn't been the first thing she'd thought of when it came down to things to miss. It could definitely be added to that list. He might be waiting a few minutes longer than he might've expected before she eventually emerged, with only half-dried hair and still in his sweatshirt.

Because she was giving that way.

"That bored without me?" Well. Just because he wasn't sleeping, didn't mean it didn't kind of look like he was.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Who says I'm bored?" Alex asked, opening his eyes and raising his head so he could look at her. "I'm just waiting for you. And I thought I'd do it while closing my eyes and fantasizing about you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Her bitchiness over spending her Spring Break as a cat was slowly but surely evaporating. Obviously she was going to wander over and slide onto her knees on his bed.

"Anything specially good?" she had to wonder.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You want to know my fantasies?" Alex asked, peering up at her. "Aren't those like wishes in that if I tell you, they won't come true?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nope." Not in her world, anyway. "Other way. I'm not a mind reader. Can only get it if you tell."

"--And its not too weird." The disclaimer needed adding. It was Alex's mind they were talking about.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Too weird?" Alex repeated, sounding amused. He glanced up at her. "Have I ever been too sexually weird for you? Honestly, now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy breathed a laugh and sat back on her heels. "No. Not yet." Complete truth. "Wouldn't put it past you, though." Just cause. Who knew what dirty thoughts flitted through his head.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Man, you make it sound like I'm gonna ask you to dress up as a chicken and cluck while I'm banging you or something," Alex said, shaking his head. "I don't know whether to be appalled or amused."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That came from your mind, not mine," Effy pointed out, idly dragging her finger down his leg. "And I draw the line at chicken sex," she added with a smirk. In case he was wondering.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex snickered and shook his head because of course she'd try to turn this around on him. Of course she would. "You act like your so bland sexually. I know that's not the case. I know you're a kinky girl. And I just know you'd love to show me how kinky sometime."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Biding my time just waiting to bust out the handcuffs and a giant rubber dildo and beg you to do me up the ass." It was possible there was a hint of amusement in her attempt at deadpan.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hope you don't forget the lube because that might be uncomfortable dry," Alex said, meeting her kinky words with some of his own.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's like you think I'm kind of amateur." Which, yeah, it wasn't something she was expert at in truth, but certain things were just obvious.

"What the fuck gave you that impression?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe that you haven't tried anything really kinky lately?" Alex asked, shrugging a shoulder. "I mean, don't get me wrong, fucking on the floor? Fun. But, you know, not that kinky. Fun, though!"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You haven't either," she pointed out, tapping his knee with one finger and shaking her head. Took two to be tame. "Don't see me saying the same of you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Uh uh," he replied, shaking his head. "You can't turn this on around to me like you always do. I'm putting this on you. You are not kinky."

He shrugged. "It's okay to be routine, Effy."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Fuck you, if I was that routine you would not have stuck this out for over a year." Just because she didn't have a burning desire to bring out whips and chains or whatever the fuck else.

She had her kinks. Liked her sex in fun places, liked to watch, liked to toy with control a little. He knew all of that and she was fairly certain he was just trying to get a rise out of her.

"I can turn it around when it's true." Or it suited her. Which was most of the time.