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!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

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.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

At least that smirk of his didn't last too long? It appeared and then he made it disappear after a few moments. Better things to focus on. Like her shifting and her fingers.

Of course, just because he'd stopped smirking didn't mean he wasn't going to close his eyes and not watch especially once he'd done enough of that soft stuff and pinched that nipple he'd been focusing on.

He was not missing out on anything, thank you.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Okay that? Got her to open her eyes with a gasp. Should've been expecting it, considering who she was with but... Still managed to catch her enough to pull that stronger reaction.

Now she could see when he smirked, though, and she expected him to be smug.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex didn't smirk but he did smile and it only widened when he saw her looking at him. He soothed the area he'd just pinched with those fingers of his, teasing lightly, taunting, smoothing.

"Need something?" he asked coyly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, grinning herself. "Impressive how innocent you can pretend to be." Didn't really think he imagined he could pull that off with her, at times like this.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You don't think I'm innocent?" Not that he was doing himself any favors with with his fingers against her nipple and his other arm trying to yank her hips against his. "What's that about? I've been so nice to you."

Really.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At that, he was just going to get some incredulous raised eyebrows.

Really. He really expected her to believe that?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You have proof that I'm not innocent?" Maybe it was just fun to tease her. "I don't think you do."

She had lots.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Fucking tonnes." Like his hands on her and his hips pressing into her riiiight now. That wasn't proof enough?

In case he'd missed that, she did a little more purposeful pressing up against him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Let's hear some of that proof," he said, rolling her a little more until he was more on top of her, using his body as a shield to that cold (and using the blanket to keep him warm).

He had another reason for getting into this position besides the fact that he could press his hips into hers a little more easily.

Probably easy to notice that hand he'd had up her shirt sliding down her stomach, heading elsewhere. Where? Oh, it'd be a surprise.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"The innocent boys don't put their hands where you do," she pointed out. Picking the nice easy statement first.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"My hand's on your stomach." Well, it was now. He had other places he planned on putting his hands shortly. "This innocent boy is keeping you warm with his hands. I think any innocent boy would try and be helpful. No other motives here."

Liar.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Giant liar.

"Also don't get sent away to school for stabbing people with stationary," Effy said, smirking.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I haven't stabbed anyone in almost a year," he said, ducking down and finding a spot on her neck to kiss. "Innocent boy could have been defending himself."

He hadn't been. Alex slid a knee alongside one of her hips, propping himself up a little so he could trail his fingers down to the waist of her pants.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Didn't make it sound that way when you told me," she noted, shaking her head and dragging her nails down his back.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Didn't tell you the whole truth," he said, slipping those fingers under the waistband, moving them a little further down slowly. "I'm still innocent."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just pretending to be a hardass," she said, huffing a little laugh. "That to impress me?"

No, still not believing that for a second.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What, you think I really am a jerk?" he asked, shucking the blanket up around his shoulders some and sliding his hand lower, keeping his eyes on hers. "I'm not."

He was. And he was also moving to put his hands places innocent boys feared to tread.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Never said that." It was just implied. He did have his moments of jerk. "Just that 'innocent' doesn't fit." At all.

Not for either of them, and this wasn't doing anything to disprove that theory.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I could be innocent," he promised, hovering just above her mouth, teasing a kiss but not following through. His fingers, though, were going a little further than teasing right now.

One long finger, that was all, pushing against her, because Alex really enjoyed distracting her when she was talking.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Could be," she muttered, managing to keep herself from moving for the moment. "But not." It took a little concentration.

"Hand's not on my stomach now," she noted.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Yeah, he wasn't innocent and he really prided himself on that. Innocent was fucking boring. "Where's my hand at?"

Not innocent didn't mean he couldn't feign innocence though. Didn't mean he couldn't nudge one of her legs with his knee and it didn't mean he couldn't slide one finger inside her slowly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

No, not innocent at all, and Effy really liked him that way. Especially at moments like this, and she flexed her fingers against his sides.

"Really," she paused, shaking her head, "--don't think you need telling."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You seem to need reminding though," he said, grinning slyly and pushing that finger a little deeper. "I know this can't be a new thing for you so don't tell me you're confused. Need a little guidance?"