Room 323 [Saturday, Morning]

[comeoutwrong]

Effy's room was dark and freezing, and for the moment she was only putting up with it for the moment simply because she was pretty sure she'd feel colder if she got up and wandered around the dorms.

Not being very good at layers as a general rule, she was probably going to suffer this weekend.

Wasn't doing as badly as she could be, at the moment. Fortunately, she had a hell of a lot of candles, and found herself a long sleeved shirt, leggings and an oversized sweater she'd probably stolen from Tony at some point to pull way down over her knees and wrap her arms around as she fiddled with her phone before the batteries died on her.

Give her a minute, and she'd probably be back under her blankets. Weekend, so no one was going to force her to go anywhere. Could have had worse plans to keep her going until she ultimately got bored.

[[Door is closed, occupant cold, post can be open!]]

Comments

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Keyring she could see as a one-off. Him thinking about sex, however... "Trying to suggest you didn't?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not immediately." That counted for something. "I thought about how fucking cold it was first and second. Sex came about third. I always carry condoms on me, though. Seem to come in handy."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Couldn't deny that little truth, by which time she was sneaking a hand into his pocket to find out what else he had in there.

"Full pockets," Effy commented, fishing a few things out. Wallet, lip balm-- "Very girly of you," she teased. Had to.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Shut the fuck up," he said, rolling his eyes and trying to swipe that lip balm away from her with his free hand. "I'd rather not split my lip open every time I talk."

Or smile. He didn't smile though. Ever. Just ask him.

"Condoms in my wallet," he reminded her. "Not girly."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not girly," she allowed, still with a bit of a smirk, before taking a closer look at that busted lip of his. "Cuts and bruises, not so much either."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You've seen them on me before," he answered staying still nonetheless to let her look. "Shouldn't be that much of a surprise."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Heard radio," she told him. Because she may not spend all that much time with people as a general rule, but still liked to know things and listen. "So I wouldn't say surprised is the word."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Alex shrugged one shoulder and stopped short of explaining anything. "You gonna kiss it, make me feel better?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Between talking to him, talking to Griff and what she'd heard on radio, Effy'd pieced together a good chunk of it all on her own. If he didn't want to share, that was on him.

She did breathe a bit of a snicker at that, though. "Getting smacked in the face makes you need some nurturing?" Aww.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't get smacked. I went headfirst into my desk," he shared, sliding his tongue along his lip in reaction. "And yes, it does. I bled for awhile, you know. And I'm having to use lip balm."

Pity him. Piiiiiiiiiity.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Aww." There was a little sarcasm in her tone, and still some smirk showing through as she hovered a few inches away. That wouldn't stop her idly musing that Griff was obviously tougher than she gave him credit for, shoving someone into a desk.

Not really the nurturing, 'make me feel better' type. But she could give it her best shot with the kissing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it hurts." It didn't, not really but he could take advantage of a situation when it was presented to him. He gave her a little smile while he watched her, kind of a little pleased that he could say something silly like that and she'd play along with him.

"Should've seen me a few days ago, I looked even worse," he said, quieting his voice some. "Got all kinds of comments."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Poor Alex," she said, running her thumb down his chin. "Injured, getting all those looks. Not having me to help you through. Must've been hard."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's been a difficult week." It'd actually been a pretty good week after all the Griff shit. "I had people telling me no one likes me and I'm an asshole and glaring. That stuff just hurts my feelings."

Yeah, right. He wore those as a badge of honor.

"You're here now though," he pointed out, smiling some under the movements of her thumb. "Doesn't have to be as hard now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Definitely not looking so upset about it now." Possibly because he never had, but it was bolstering to assume her being here helped. "Improvement."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Some people like me so I know she was wrong there," he replied, shrugging one shoulder a bit. It was easy to shrug off that sort of crap when he knew it was wrong. "Gonna push me that last little bit back into happiness, then?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Changed your mind about being happy?" She'd get there. Been lingering up close enough teasing for long enough. But somehow, felt the need to check on that one.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Dunno. Haven't gotten there yet so far. Not sure it's even possible." Glibly said as that was, he actually wasn't sure if he could be happy. Never had it happen before. "Think you could make me?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged one shoulder, not really having much belief in all that either. Nothing could be perfect, but did you really need that for a bit of happiness?

Could try, though, and start that try leaning closer to kiss him, lightly for now, just in case he wasn't kidding about that lip hurting. She could be considerate.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Considerate, indeed. His lip had stopped really hurting a few days ago, only giving him trouble in occasional stabs of pain. Thankfully healing was a fast process.

All that made it easier to ignore the cold and return that kiss, just as lightly. His lips, cold as they'd been, warmed easily at this and Alex made a note of the fact that he'd found another reason to kiss her today.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Cold had some benefits, however minor and overshadowed by the negatives. That might actually be one of them.

Gave her the incentive to press closer against him and slide one leg over his. The more touching, the more body heat to share, right? Effy's reasoning as she wrapped her arms further around him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

More touching was just fine with Alex, cold or not. In fact, when there was more touching, it was pretty easy to forget it was cold. He could concentrate on deepening that kiss, warm lips against warm now. He could reach down for that leg she'd slid over him and pull it tighter against him, bringing her closer.

He could use the arm he had around to tuck her closer, sharing more body heat and providing a little more warmth. Her reasoning was right on track with Alex's. He kind of liked the cold now.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Better now?" she asked, just barely pulling away, only to press another quick kiss to his lip.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm pretty good," he assured her, nodding slowly. "Warmer yet?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Getting there," she answered, grinning briefly and wasting very little time shifting back into kiss him again. Confirmation recieved, she might as well do a little more, curling her fingers into his shirt. Working for both of them in various ways.