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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[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?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Often needed reminding of a few things when he was distracting her like that, but that wasn't actually one of them.

"What sort of guidance you going to be giving?" she asked, letting her eyes close briefly again.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I would hope," he said, leaning down to kiss her lightly just before he started moving that finger, "you'd be feeling what sort of guidance I'm offering."

And then he stopped moving his finger, leaving it inside her but still. Tease. "Unless you had something else in mind?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy didn't really need to think about that, and shook her head. She was definitely feeling it, as a slight suppressed twitching movement of her hips might indicate.

"Like your sort of guidance," she decided, meeting his eyes again to grin at him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'd hope so," he said, getting that finger moving again, a little quicker and pushing a little deeper than before.

He lowered himself down, close enough to whisper, "I'd seriously worry if you didn't. My guidance has been proven to be excellent."

And surprising considering he was just going to slide in another finger smoothly, without breaking the rhythm he'd settled into.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At this point, she'd sort of lost track of this conversation, and sort of thinking he probably wasn't bothering to try and prove his innocence anymore.

He didn't have to worry about her not liking any of this. Didn't think he was, but she shook her head anyway and turned to press her nose against his cheek and kiss his chin. It all helped her distract from the fact he was pushing the rate of her breathing up with every little movement he made.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex thought he'd pretty much distracted her from everything for the moment and mentally patted himself on the back. That'd been the goal after all. Well that and getting to see her get all undone. It was a thing.

And it just encouraged him to slide those two fingers quicker and harder, stretching to reach areas he knew were sensitive and curling just to add that little bit extra. He slipped his thumb down lower, brushing over that small area of sensitivity before pushing down against it and twisting.

Sometimes Alex liked when things were slow but he was more intent on her reactions and enjoyment than any sort of length of time.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Might've been trying to suppress a little still up to that point, but she gave up on that really fast when he picked up the pace and brought that thumb into the equation.

Yeah, any sound now was getting pressed into his cheek as she moved her lips to the edge of his mouth. Not easy to disguise like that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex shifted his knee, giving him a little more leverage and making it easier to change the angle of his fingers, pushing them into her sharper and harder even while making sure he didn't jostle her too much so he could hear anything she did.

Made it easier to use his whole hand, pressing the heel of his palm against her, fingers stretching and curling inside her while he did that. He could tell when she'd given up on trying to keep things from him so all that was left to make her do was to completely over that edge.

He was determined to get her there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Seemed like it was really never going to take him long to get her to that point of barely controlled breathing, those subtler sounds he looked for so closely and clutches at his back.

She'd really not been exaggerating about how much she liked what he did with those hands of his. The determination went a hell of a long way too.