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]

"If you think you're hands are warm enough, you can get them under my shirts," he mumbled against her lips, not one to really turn down skin on skin. She'd had her hands in his shirts and around him that he figured they couldn't be ice cubes anymore.

And that was his time wasted before, yeah, he wanted to kiss her again. Cold made him a little affectionate and clingy, it seemed. Or maybe that was just her and the quiet moments they tended to have.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Couldn't turn down an invitation like that. Her hands weren't so cold as they were, at least, which was good enough she thought. Great time to release his shirt and slide her palms under to touch skin for real.

If she kept them moving, maybe he wouldn't notice they were still a little on the chilly side?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He noticed but they weren't nearly as cold as when she'd put on the back of his neck. He figured they'd warm easily and he could deal with the chill if she kept her hands there.

"Better?" he asked, eyes flicking down to where he knew her hands were before looking back at her. "See, not wearing that many layers. You managed to get your hands on me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Barely," she teased, circling her thumb against his side. "Mission figuring out which layer was the last one," she claimed. Exaggerating, just a little.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And yet you persevered," he pointed out, leaning a bit into that hand of hers. "Tells me that if you wanted to find something bad enough, you would. And look at that, you did. Should I give you a prize?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't say no." Of course.

Well... depending on what that prize was, she might take that back. Nothing to prove her wrong in that so far. "Why, got something for me?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I could find something," he decided, mentally running through the things that were in his wallet and on his phone. Not much but he was pretty confident he could put something together. "You want a condom or something?"

Alex, who was pretty damn good at schooling his face into a mask of impassiveness, couldn't quite keep the grin off his face at that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Full of thoughtful and heartfelt gifts, aren't you?" she joked, unable to quite restrain a smile of her own. Considering how spur of the moment this all was, he could have done worse... Somehow.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're the one digging in my pockets," he pointed out, moving his hips just to prove that point. "You can go looking through my wallet if you wanna find something you like. Or go through my phone if you think you might find anything interesting there."

Alex leaned a little closer, snagging a kiss just because he could before smirking again. "I'm warming you up, maybe I should get a prize too."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy considered that, and before getting back to her own explorations, wriggled as much as would let her get at the phone in her hoodie pocket and slip it into his hand.

"All I've got in reach," she explained, because no fucking way was she getting up and getting cold again. Be another ten minutes before he'd put up with her hands on him again.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not a bad prize. Let's see what kind of life you lead when I'm not looking," he decided, clicking her phone on and keeping it close enough to her and the blankets so his hand wouldn't freeze.

She was damn right though because if she'd gotten up and gotten cold, his skin would have been off limits for awhile again.

"I guess you can find your own prize now," he said, having no real idea what he was looking for or at on her phone but clicking around anyway.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure I'll work something out." Couldn't be that hard to find something to keep her entertained, even if she ended up checking out if he'd taken a decent photo on his ID.

Wouldn't find anything too incriminating from her side. Few texts from people back home; Panda talking about her sex life (and requesting advice), photos in varying degrees of fuzzy from nights out, of Bristol and several friends, and an embarrassingly high score at snake.

Finding her own prize was the more interesting prospect, and she fished out his lighter to give it a little shake before moving her hands back against him again, missing a little of that warmth again.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

His photo ID wasn't half bad. No smile but for someone that didn't mug for pictures often, he was pretty photogenic. It got him what he needed for the most part.

Alex scrolled through a few of those texts, snickering as he did while glancing down to see what her hands were up to besides using him as a space heater (not that he was complaining).

"If I'd predicted I would be giving prizes, I would have stuffed my pants with lots of fun things." Yeah, that was a lead in to something dirty. "Oh wait, there's already something fun in there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Somehow, she'd been expecting that to lead on to some sort of comment like that, and breathed a laugh, ticking the skin just below his navel.

"Never too cold for you to be thinking about that, is it?" she noted, looking amused.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Cold hasn't gotten to my brain yet. And, you know, still a warm blooded guy," he said, thankful for that. He didn't know what he'd do if he couldn't make innuendos.

"You saying you're not thinking about it?" he asked, glancing down at her again and moving his hips at the tickling.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Well, if I wasn't before..." Sure was now. His fault. Sure he'd take that as a compliment of some kind. But really, with him throwing out innuendoes and shifting his hips against her hands like that, how was she supposed not to?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Thinking about it now?" he asked, going back to flicking through a few of the pictures he'd found on her phone and trying not to sound or look too smug. "Anything worth telling me?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Thinking how long that'd take getting out of your fuckload of layers." Because that idea amused her, even if she wasn't sure if she would even be up to that. Felt enough like the blizzard was in here as it was.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You know, you're taking advantage of my fuckload of layers, same as me," he pointed out, subtly flicking around on her phone to find the camera function. "And it's not that many layers anyway. A t-shirt, a long sleeved shirt, a fleece and a sweater. Four layers, nice and warm."

But hey, if she was thinking about that, he couldn't help but offering, "If you wanna see how long it'd take, start trying."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Tempting, even if it would probably just succeed in making him cold, and subsequently her since she was borrowing his body heat. For now, she could stick to just touching, rather than uncovering anything.

"That and logistics of just not." It could be done somehow, she was sure.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Then, you'll have to content yourself with just thinking about having sex with me while you do whatever your hands are doing down there," he quipped, smirking and doing some more fiddling with her phone. He was going to end up leaving his mark in there somehow.

"Me and my fuckload of layers are helping you out, remember," he added, glancing back down at her. "I could've stayed in my room, let you shiver and freeze. I brought my body heat all the way up here just with you in mind."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure you had some motivations of your own," she said, smirking as she fished for his wallet. Like that he was fucking freezing too, or the excuse to make her share her bed with him. "Still, appreciated."

"Find anything interesting?" she asked, looking back up herself.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." No denying that, really. "But I had them with you in mind, you know. I came here first, I didn't want to go anywhere else, I didn't plan on leaving once I'd gotten here."

And he thought that counted for something. A little bit of something, at least.

"And your friend really wants to get laid, doesn't she?" he said in response to her question.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It did count for something. Wasn't sure what yet, but... Something.

"New boyfriend." Sort of. "And she's kind of virginal." Trying really damn hard to change that, but still virginal.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"She should talk to my roommate," Alex muttered, keeping most of the bitterness out of his voice there. "Sure they could bond pretty well though I'm pretty sure he's not trying."

Though, Alex was pretty sure Griff wasn't out there trying to actively change that. "Should I send her some advice? She'd think it was you and be oh so grateful, I'm sure."