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Room 323 [Saturday, Morning]

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.

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"Feels like you're fighting it quite well so far." Enough that she didn't feel in danger of freezing completely, at least. "Might even help." Many, many ways to get warm, and that sounded like a fun one.

"I'm a pretty hardy guy," he said, finally slipping one of his hands up and under her shirt to slide against her skin. "And handy enough to figure out I can keep you warm and still give you something you want."

"Think I made the right choice keeping you around," she teased, closing her eyes briefly with a grin as she slid up closer, abandoning his wallet for now.

Worth it. Even if it had involved a few texts she'd probably have to explain away later.

"Were you thinking of not keeping me around?" he wondered lightly, using that new closeness to get his lips against her throat and his other hand under her shirt and against her skin. "Had someone else in mind to keep you warm?"

Not that he thought that but if she could tease, he could tease while he got those hands she liked on her.

Couldn't really expect him not to, when she was. A little of that baiting was just in their way. If only they always kept it to this lighter level.

"No one else," Effy promised, mostly under her breath. He liked hearing the truth, and that was a little from her.

"So, tell me you want me to stay," he requested, pulling her a little closer to him, using the fact that the blankets and his lap had gotten pretty warm because she'd been laying on him. It allowed his hands to snake further up her back to, fingers brushing her shoulder blades. "Tell me."

"I do," she muttered, leaning a bit closer and letting her nose brush his cheek. "I want you to stay."

Lucky he was the sort to push her into these things, or he might never get her to share little bits like that.

"For how long?" Hey, he'd gotten an inch, he could try and take a little more. And he could try and soften her up with warm, wet lips against her throat, sucking at her pulse and hands running up and down her back, occasionally sliding around to her stomach.

Effy hitched a breath, spreading her own hands on his stomach. "How long you want to stay?" she turned back on him.

That response kind of spoke for itself, even if she hadn't been thinking about it at the time.

"Awhile," he said, still keeping it vague even if she'd just given him a pretty open ended, telling answer. He didn't immediately add anything else, choosing instead to dip his fingers under the waist of her pants. "How long do you want me to stay?"

He could turn it back on her even if he'd asked the original question. Her turn to give an answer. And he'd let his lips slide down to the top of her chest, over her shirt for the moment.

One day she'd learn to just come out with things not vague around until he forced them out of her.

"Might not let you leave unless it warms up," she told him, smiling as he shifted lower. Pretend that she could actually prevent him going anywhere if he wanted to.

"I could probably be convinced to stay for that long." It wouldn't take much considering he'd been thinking about staying that long anyway. Being with her was a lot better than being alone.

He kept his fingers below the waist of her pants, slowly sliding them forward until he was tapping against her stomach, teasing a move even lower.

"So, tell me that definitively," he said, trying to get a little more out of her. He sat up a little more, lightly pressing his lips against hers so she could feel it when he talked. "Convince me to stay."

"This isn't convincing enough?" she murmured, circling her fingertips on his skin. Felt pretty fucking convincing to her. "Doesn't make you want to stick around?"

"It does," he assured her, moving enough until his nose and lips were dragging across her neck and down her shoulder. "It's convincing. I want to stick around. I want to stay. I still want to hear how long you want me for."

The phrasing was on purpose, both as an attempt to make her consider her words and to trip her up. Wasn't a mean game on his part but sometimes he liked to hear he was wanted, same as her.

"Right now?" she said, half-suppressing a shiver, "Not planning on asking you to leave." Still very open ended, but it wasn't like she had a whole schedule in mind.

"I just... want you. Here."

"Then, I'm here," he said, pulling out her phrasing from the other week. Alex moved his fingers around to her back again, using nails this time and dragging them down her skin lightly. "And I'm not planning on leaving anytime soon."

He leaned up closer to her, smiling into a kiss. "I want you too. Here."

Effy twitched a smile, giving him a murmured, "good," before she tried to deepen that kiss. At this point, she had more interesting things to be doing than talking, kissing him being the most pressing one.

Sliding her hands up further under his shirt was another, and perfecting her comfortable (and still comparatively warm) sprawl. If he didn't mind being used as a pillow, she wasn't going to stop.

Nope, he didn't mind at all. It meant she stayed on top of him, he got to feel her pressed against him and he got to stay warm. Benefits were threefold as far as he could see. He slid down against her pillows a little, bringing them further under the blankets and her more on top of him.

And he was fine with talking going by the wayside especially since she had her hands up his shirt and he was focusing on that kiss and her lips and his hands on her back. And on her sides. And on her stomach.

She'd said she liked them all over her and that was one thing he could do well.

Power outages weren't so bad, when there was all this to think about and his chest to spread her fingers across. Almost able to forget it was totally fucking freezing outside their little cocoon and liable to stay that way for a while longer.

Better as prizes went than settling for the condom he'd offered her at first. Asking paid off.

It was easier to ignore the cold when you weren't thinking about it consistently. He'd pretty much stopped thinking about it ever since she'd stopped talking.

He usually went for getting her clothing off as quick as he could but with the cold, Alex knew he was going to have to work around that. For the moment, he was contenting himself with drawing that kiss out and running his thumbs along her sides, up against ribs and down again.

Effy sighed, squirming just a little at his touch. She was actually grateful she was getting to keep most of her layers for once. At least that sweatshirt of hers was loose, easy to get under for him.

This was good enough for her for now. That little bit more contact could wait for warmer times.

And Alex thought he was plenty talented to let her keep her clothes on and still make her feel good. The sighing and the squirming was a really damn good start.

He had long arms, long fingers which meant getting his hands up her shirt took a little shifting of his (and since she was sprawled on him, hers) body to one side but he managed and eventually brushed his fingers over one nipple lightly.

Good thing his hands had warmed up. And he was just going to open his eyes because being this close would mean he got to see even the tiniest reactions from her up close.

If his hands had been cold, he'd have picked up a strong reaction for sure, if not necessarily the one he was going for. As it was, it was a little more muted, a less than steady intake of breath and her arching back against his hand.

His warm hands were going to get him so much more appreciation than if they'd been cold. So much more.

Alex couldn't remember the last time he'd had a sort of groping session with a girl that he hadn't been intent on turning into more. Today though, he wasn't really looking for more. Just sort of wanting to make her do fun things just with his hands.

That reaction was a good start and he couldn't help the smirk that appeared even while his fingers got a little firmer, a little more assured with their movements.

It was a good thing Effy had her eyes closed, and wasn't watching him smirk. Might have felt like she just had to be annoying and work on keeping her reactions down, however much he liked them.

He might have missed out on her curling her fingers, pressing her nails lightly into his sides and shifting up against him. Which would've been sad. Or at least disappointing.

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