Outside Pixie Stix Cabin [Saturday, Late Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

There was something Effy liked about staying up all night. Seeing the day start from what still felt, to her, like the closing of another one. The strangest things appealed to her, and could easily occupy her thoughts like that. For hours, sometimes.

It was possible... (okay, yes probable) that Effy hadn't bothered to sober up, and she was still slightly drunk from her night out. It put her in a lighter, if odder, mood than usual.

Half-drunk or not, it was still around about breakfast time, and after making her toast in the cabin, she took it outside to eat on the steps. Hangover hadn't yet hit, and she was warding it off as long as possible. Until it did, she was going to enjoy the sun.

[[Front porch, so ofc open. I was meaning to press post when it was actually still morning, and... yeah.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I couldn't have guessed that," Alex said dryly, closing his eyes and snickering. "Listed talent or not, it's true."

Well, most of the time. Sometimes she did anything but relax him but he figured that was true for him too. They usually got back to relaxing.

"You can't say you don't think it's true. You've seen me relax."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy inclined her head in a nod, adding a "Yep," since he had his eyes closed and everything.

She twitched her lips again as she decided how to continue, and turned her head in to rest her forehead against his shoulder. "It's... nice." There was a little daily dose of honesty for him. Seeing that sort of display of trust meant more to her than any number of meaningless words.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's nice?" He wasn't teasing her, he was actually surprised she'd said even that. "You're gonna up and start reciting poetry one day and I'm gonna be shocked."

He didn't move away, staying still so she could keep her forehead on his shoulder and he wouldn't disturb the movements of her hand.

"It'll happen. And I bet it'll be hot too."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I know some." Buuuut. "I don't recite. Like you don't sing." And she didn't either, for that matter.

If he wasn't moving her, she was staying with her head as she was, fingers moving idly lower on his neck. It wasn't doziness it was... something.

Shut up.

Laziness. She was going with laziness. Lucky really she wasn't thinking about people catching sight of this. Might actually be described as cute.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

For them, it was probably really cute. They weren't ones to cuddle (or whatever this was) in public. They made out in public but this was something different.

"I know a few poems too." Amazingly, he did. "Never really been a fan. Boring."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And yet, hot when I do it." He said so! "Giving me a lot of credit today."

Not actively pissing him off had some real pros.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's not the actual words but the way you'd say the words," he decided with a nod. "Probably could read the phone book and make it sound hot. It's a thing with your voice."

He liked it, okay?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I can see that. Mmm, phone numbers and weird names," she said smirking, her forehead still resting on his shoulder. "Such a turn on."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex glanced down at her from the corners of his eyes and made a face. "Please. Like something weird that I do doesn't turn you on. Everyone has their weird turn ons."

[...pretend I didn't just do that. Wtf me.]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not that weird," Effy claimed, turning her head a touch in order to slant a look up back up at him. "No dictionary fetishes."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Let's hear one," he requested, still looking at her. "'Fess up and let's hear one."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Of course. Effy'd could've predicted that getting turned around on her.

This called for some lifting her head to look up at Alex, and for a moment she halted her fingers motion on his neck. It wasn't that hard, as decisions went, but still it took a moment or two to figure out what she felt like sharing.

A few seconds later Effy tipped her head, looking at him, and reached up to touch her finger to the corner of his lips, tracing a small circular motion around the edge. "There. That little bit," she decided. Something about that lopsided smirk that appealed to her.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You like the side of my mouth?" All right, he guessed it was something else but teasing was fun when he was in a decent mood.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged, dragging her finger down from his mouth to his chin. "You like an accent." Liking the side of his mouth wasn't that weird.

"It's when you smile," she elaborated. "It's hot."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You get turned on by my smile?" Well, that...wasn't so bad and Alex actually laughed. "Huh. I know you've said you liked it before but I didn't know you really liked it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

See, there is was. Nice to confirm how she felt about that so quickly.

"Mmm." Effy shook her head, small smile of her own curling her mouth. "Because I tell you how much I like tonnes of things."

Chances were, if she bothered telling him she liked something, she really liked it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"True," he admitted with another light laugh, "but a smile's a sort of weird thing for you, isn't it? Not like we're chipper people, here."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's just rare," she said easily. "Sort of makes it better, wouldn't you say?" Or, at least a little more special.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess," he said and glanced over at her again. "I don't know if that knowledge is gonna make me smile more but it's nice to know, you know?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy nodded, holding that look for a few moments before she glanced away herself. "I know." She knew he liked her voice. Still didn't make her any chattier. She shrugged again, "Still manage to do it for me." Even with a scowl.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Just don't get used to it," he said, shrugging. "It's rare. It'll probably get rarer. Wouldn't wanna disappoint you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll try to prepare myself for the worst," she assured him, slanting a look back at him. Didn't really need to ask why he thought it would get rarer. "Just in case."

"Not at all, gotta be better than faking it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You'd be disappointed if I tried faking it with you?" he asked, amused. "Guess I shouldn't try to fake an orgasm, then."

That was mostly a joke, mostly aimed at batting away that tension and mostly fake because...he didn't fake things like that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy snickered quietly. "Think I'd notice." Liked to believe she paid more attention than to skip over something like that.

"Stick with the brutal honesty." He was good at that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't wanna hurt your delicate feelings," he teased, leaning over to press a kiss against her temple. "Then you'd get all weepy and girly and I wouldn't know what to do."