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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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And he pretended he wasn't a softy. The liar. Effy was just going along with it, which made it far less squishy on her part. Really.

... Look, she just wasn't going to call him on it. He should appreciate that, at least. Far too busy enjoying it and sliding her foot up the leg he'd slipped around hers for that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Yes, he did appreciate her not pointing out that he could, at times (and those times were very rare), be somewhat of a soft touch. If she had, he'd gladly bring up the fact that she took pictures for him and put them on his phone without his prompting. Who was a softie, now?

But, he didn't. His mouth was way too busy what with kissing her lingeringly, enjoying how he could really feel how her lips and mouth felt under his what with the slow, lazy pace. He squeezed her hands again and ignored his soft side. So there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey now. Dirty pictures on his phone? Not soft.

The way she was smiling right now might be a little, but she'd never call it that. See, all that was needed to brighten her up in the short term was giving her a make out session. Not so tough, right?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Oh no, the dirty pictures definitely weren't soft but her doing it for him without any nagging or pleading was soft. She'd done it because she wanted to. That was soft.

Alex caught that smile and couldn't help one of his own. He didn't let go of her hands though, kept his fingers laced with hers and quietly asked, "What're you smiling at? Looking pleased with yourself."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy twitched her shoulders in a vague non-committal shrug as she looked back up at him. "Put me in a good mood." Simple, actually truthful, answer right there. And no drugs or alcohol required.

"So are you." Had to be pointed out.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes I can be a good influence," he said, pleased with hearing her say that. He ducked down and kissed her quickly again before rolling off to the side, keeping an arm and a leg across her and keeping that smile.

"You said before that my smile's hot," he reminded her, going way back for that compliment. "If I find a reason, I'll smile."

So, he'd found one.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Pretty good reason, if she did think so herself, and it was still hot. Effy nodded, tracing her fingertip lightly along the line of his lower lip, one corner of his mouth to the other. "... Don't know about 'good influence'." This was Alex they were talking about.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I made you smile." By making out with her and, really, Alex thought that was a fucking great way to influence her. "What sort of influence would you call that?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Fun?" Effy suggested, tapping her finger gently at the corner of his lips. "Just think good might be the wrong implication."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'll take fun," he decided, turning so he could kiss that finger since it was so close to his lips and all. "Wouldn't want you thinking I've got some halo hidden somewhere."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't want to ask where you'd been keeping it." Since, you know, she'd never seen it before.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Traded it for a pack of smokes," he said, nodding solemnly. "I think I got the better end of the deal. It just kept getting in the way of all the fun shit I like doing."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And the polishing sounds like a fuckload of effort too," she remarked, dragging her finger down his chin, and shifting comfortably closer.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And you know how lazy I can be," he replied, smiling slowly at her. He curled his arm tighter around her when she moved closer, making no surprise of his enjoyment of that. Snagging another brief kiss, he said, "Think I'll stick to my naughty ways. They seem to be more fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy nodded briefly, "You stick with yours, I'll stick with mine." Worked out for both of them.

"Leave the halo's to people who suit them."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a good fucking plan," Alex agreed, sighing and shutting his eyes. More out of being really goddamn relaxed and comfortable than anything else. Kind of wanted to keep feeling that for awhile.

"I think you're suiting me pretty well right now," he drawled, smiling easily. "I think I'm gonna stick around for awhile. You'll have to live with it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Apparently she would. Effy sighed, tucking her face in against his neck and feeling very nicely relaxed herself, thanks. "Told you. I can handle you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, just for today, I believe you," he murmured, sighing again. "Doing a good job right now."

Of course, they were both demonstrating some of that sweet fluffiness they said didn't exist in them or between them. But, they were alone so it was allowed. That's what he thought, anyway,

Whatever. This was nice. And he would fuck up anyone who teased him about it. Some days, it was just nice to be like this with someone else.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

So long as they didn't talk about it in any sort of seriousness, or show that side around anyone else, it was all good.

They could keep pretending.