Room 323 [Thursday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Tonight's election wasn't something Effy could say she was particularly invested in. Wasn't like she was in the country, and she couldn't think it was going to affect her much here.

Besides, they all talked complete shit most of the time anyway. Politicians for you.

And yet... Stretched out on her bed, laptop on, with the BBC website in the background as she threw the odd IM back and forth with Tony. He could vote, that was her reasoning for why it apparently meant more to him.

[[Ah, elections. Door's open, post is also!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"How very educational of you. You're so giving," Alex said, nodding his approval of that idea while his fingertips traced a path against her skin lightly.

"And don't act like me watching you wouldn't turn you on too," Alex had to say.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Right. Got to remember who I'm talking to," she said, shaking her head, amusement evident even with her eyes closed as she enjoyed that touch. "You can just make a girl come with the power of your gaze." Probably was Alex's preferred superpower.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You know, that's something I've never tried," he admitted, pulling his hand away only so he could lean forward more (benefits of being tall, thank you) and replace his fingers with his lips.

Of course, that meant the next words got pretty much said into her skin. "Maybe I'll try it sometime. I am pretty interactive though. Nothing better than touching. And watching you come is pretty fucking hot anyway."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Would you be able to keep your hands off," Effy commented, disguising a quiet sigh with talk "--is the question."

Why she was voicing that when the chances were he'd take it as a challenge, she didn't really know. She liked his hands and lips all over her. A lot. A whole lot, even.

It was a compulsion.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Truth be told, he didn't really know if he could keep his hands to himself. He really did like touching and he liked touching her in particular. There was a reason why he tended to start touching her as soon as he got around her.

"I think I could resist touching you, if there was an incentive," he finally said, lips brushing her jaw and then up to her cheek and the corner of her mouth. "If there's no incentive, I'm not going to stop touching you."

I don't want to stop touching you went unsaid.

[Ugh, work now. SPPPPPPP for a while!]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Truth was, she probably wouldn't make any real incentive. For reasons this little display of enjoyment of his touch probably illustrated oh so clearly.

"Not just to demonstrate your powers?" she murmured. "Shame." Except that this would do nicely instead, thank you.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think I could be happier demonstrating other powers of mine," Alex said, moving to kiss the other corner of her mouth, slide his lips down to the line of her jaw. "Other powers that involved touching and kissing and skin."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smiled under his lips, toying with his collar as she considered diving into a little more of that touching herself. "Bringing out those already, are you?" Felt like it.

Notice she wasn't giving much of an objection here.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That depends," he mumbled, finally picking himself up off the floor so he could crawl onto her bed and get closer to her. "Are they working?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yes. Oh, yes they were.

But yes was a bit of a straightforward answer for Effy, so she stayed silent and let her actions in pulling him closer and pressing a light kiss of her own to his lower lip answer that for him.

She probably wasn't too hard to decipher in that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hi there," Alex said, murmuring that while she kissed him. He scooted closer, working one of his legs around one of hers and winding an arm around her. Close was good, closer was even better.

"Floor's only good for so many things," he explained of his movements. "Demonstration of superpowers isn't one of them."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Don't know," Effy noted, drawing two fingers down his neck and shifting herself closer now there was a nice warm body there to lie up against. "Done it before." And it certainly hadn't been anything close to bad.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That's true, you're not wrong," Alex said, smirking across at her. He pressed his face against her neck and took a few deep breaths, letting himself enjoy the soft comfort here. "But, usually we're both on the floor to make that happens. Not all the parts fit if it's just me. I'd have to be pretty damn flexible."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Don't think even you're that good," she teased in his ear. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Might not be getting this, which as much as she might deny it out loud, she'd miss if she lost it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think I might hurt myself if I tried," he said, turning his head and pressing a kiss to her temple softly. "And then who would you share all that sex with?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Might have to move onto the next one in line." Yeah, yeah, not really. But he was the one suggested she had a queue of them. "Which would be a bit shit."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It would be shit," Alex said a few moments before swatting her back lightly with his hand and then making sure she'd know what she'd be missing if she did move on by kissing her none too gently.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

They were definitely unusual, in that a comment like that managed to bring out the sort of response Effy approved of completely. Approved of, and also returned, grinning only briefly against his mouth before she put a little more effort in herself.

Nah, she wasn't really planning on skipping to anyone else who might be willing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And he'd be glad to know she wasn't planning on skipping to anyone else if he hadn't been too busy kissing her. Nothing wrong with making certain she'd want to stick with him, though.

Really, they'd been all over each other a lot more than they'd been fighting lately. Maybe something was in the air but Alex kind of preferred it this way.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Fighting with him was a lot of fucking effort, emotionally exhausting, and felt kind of shit.

This... wasn't any of those things. A vast improvement. Fun, and easy, and natural to just slip right back into it, hugging her arms around him. She could probably still push the right buttons to set things off, but more often than not, chose not to.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex was glad for that considering he'd had a relatively short fuse as of late and even when he'd been in moods of his own, had mostly calmed down when she'd come around. It was an interesting influence she had on him.

And, right now, he wasn't even kissing her with the aim of getting any further. He was just kissing her because it felt good and it brought him closer to her and he really did like the feel of her lips against and under his.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

For two people who claimed their... whatever they were calling this not!relationship, was all about sex (and okay, it got a nice big part, because with these two it was never not going to be way up there), they did manage to spend a surprising amount of time together on... not sex.

Okay, yes, they were all over each other all the same. Still.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex rolled them a little until the upper half of his body was mostly covering hers and he could pull back a bit, grin down at her like he was the winner in this situation.

No idea why.

He kissed her again before she could make a smart comment and let each hand find hers, pinning them loosely to the bed but keeping his hold there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Alex would always believe he was the winner in these situations. Smug prick.

But, you know, smug prick that she liked a whole lot... So she'd just be threading their fingers together and curling to touch his knuckles as she leaned up a little into that kiss.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He was an entertaining smug prick, though. And he never let her get bored so he figured his good qualities outweighed his bad. Or his good qualities just meshed well with his bad.

Whatever. He wasn't going to be philosophical when she was all warm and responsive underneath. He squeezed each of her hands, slowing the kiss just for a change of pace and drawing it out lazily and, well, almost sweetly.

Shut. Up.