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 probably wouldn't be able to pretend to be innocent again though. He considered that tarnished image worth it though if only because he got to see and feel her lose her breath against his cheek and feel her hands against his back.

Yeah, totally worth it. He knew he was good with his hands but it was always nice to see it so proven right there underneath him. And he figured she probably wasn't thinking about the cold anymore.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

No, definitely not thinking about the cold. Not even a little. Arguably found the best way of keeping warm this weekend.

There was at least some thought in her mind of him, aside from just what he was doing. He liked when she talked, and hardly in the place for conversation a vague repetition of his name would do. Occasionally, she could do things just for him.

That very telling tremble with her hips was less for him, but he'd probably notice and appreciate that anyway.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

When she started in on his name, he faltered for a brief, brief moment, having not expected anything like that when she'd stopped talking to him awhile ago. The faltering didn't last because there was her voice in his ear and her hips moving and that only spurred him on.

Intent on turning that fine tremble into something more with his fingers, pushing and pulling now, alternating from quick and deep, to slow and shallow and right back again.

If she did things for him, he'd respond in kind.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there was no more talking from her with that. Jumble of syllables at best before she decided to shut herself up dropping her mouth against his neck.

It didn't take much more of that at all to get more than a slight shake out of her, and she had no motivation at all to try and hold out longer. Alex seemed determined to get to that, and who was she to disappoint when he was putting his fingers to such good use?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

With her reactions pretty much coming unrestrained now (and that got another mental pat on the back), Alex figured that he wouldn't need to do much more before he got her to where he wanted her and then past that.

Those fingers of his kept moving, sliding in and out, and briefly teasing a third finger before he went with the thumb and the pushing down and the twisting of those fingers.

There was a thought of actually uttering a few things he'd told her before in her ear to surprise her, give her a dichotomy between the fast and rough and the quiet and honest. He held back though, focusing on his fingers and her reactions instead.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Could save all that honesty for a time when she was paying a little closer attention and not just quaking against his hand and pressing a gasping moan into his skin.

Effy was still comparatively quiet about it all, as ever, but he often got a lot more out of her than most people ever did. So yeah, he should be kind of proud. Achievement for him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He was really fucking proud especially at those sounds and movements. And he'd gotten all that with just a few fingers. He'd be cocky about that for years.

For now, though, he was barely refraining from looking smug as all hell. Instead, he working those fingers a little slower, lighter, just giving her a few moments to get back under control.

And then he'd be smug.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Cocky and smug about anything and everything. Effy had no doubt the same would be true today. Even while she was still gathering up the lost threads of her concentration, she knew that.

Could picture it all without even lifting her forehead off his shoulder.

Still. She was definitely, definitely not feeling the cold right now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

At least Alex wasn't trying to get her to see that he was cocky and smug about this? Instead, he was finally shifting back beside her, keeping her tucked against him since she looked...boneless or close to it.

Didn't even try and engage her in conversation. Just let her lay against him and made sure the blanket was still pulled up. See? There were some times when he knew just to shut up.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Times Alex was actually really fucking sensible. Today was one of them. Kind of... nice, to just be able to curl up against him and press the odd idle kiss on whatever she could reach of him without having to move.

There was his appreciation. Got that instead of anything verbal from her. Actions over words.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He could deal with that. He wasn't going to push her into some intensive conversation or strenuous actions. It wasn't like he was going anywhere.

The curling and the cuddling was just fine. Welcomed, even. He kind of had a soft spot for that sort of thing anyway especially with her. So, yeah. Actions over words. He'd just be brushing one hand down her back and staying quiet.

Seemed like the thing to do.