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]

"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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sure she'd be grateful, me or not." Effy was pretty sure Panda would trust and take advice from pretty much anyone, as far as she could tell.

"Go ahead." Could be amusing, she decided.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

With the permission given, Alex had to actually take a few moments to decide what to send. His typical advice of 'just do it' seemed a little lacking here.

Eventually, he typed hum a song when giving a blowjob. its stimulating and gives the guy something to focus on if your mouth's just not doing the job and sent it.

It wasn't all that vulgar (even if it was a smartass comment) and there was some advice in there. Alex smirked and said, "There we go. All sent."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I get in trouble for that, you are getting the blame." Effy doubted that'd be the case, but the warning was only friendly, right?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It'll be helpful if she listens, I promise. Perfect the art and all." No, it probably wouldn't. He was a jackass. "How the fuck would you get in trouble anyway? She'd be having fun either way."

Well, unless the sort of boyfriend laughed or wondered what the fuck she was doing. Every plan had it's potential for failure.

Alex pulled the phone away from her as a preventative measure before saying, "Besides, threatening me with that when I still have your phone is dangerous. I could send one to her talking about the cuddling you're doing with me right now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shrugged nonchalantly. "That's supposed to scare me?" Pandora was far enough away that her cheerful excitement over a tidbit like that could probably be ignored.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Should've known the reaction would be less than he'd hoped for. Damn her. That just meant he was going to actually send that text now, call her bluff.

So, he sent, this isn't effy but she is cuddling with me now. promise. i don't lie.

"Well, now that's sent too," he said and smirked. "Scared or not, didn't mean I was going to beg off doing it if you weren't. Also, interesting that you went for that statement and not for the denial of the cuddling. Very interesting."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Is what's keeping me warm." Couldn't really be denied right now, considering she'd been half wrapped around him while she searched his pockets, and still was as she idly checked out his wallet.

"Interesting you mentioned it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can recognize cuddling when it's happening." When he noticed she'd finally plucked his wallet out of his pocket, he found himself wondering what she'd find in there.

He knew his license was in there (good photo and all) still proclaiming him from Iowa, condoms (of course), phone numbers from all sorts of girls (well...), a random small photo or two of some friends he'd been given, a photo of his mother that he'd hidden behind randomly picked up business cards (handy to write phone numbers on), about ten bucks, cigarette receipts, an odd key or two, and a piece of paper with a long list of medical phone numbers written down on it.

"And it isn't the first time," he noted, flicking through her pictures again to see if she had any good ones of herself. "I'm still not going to tell. Well, tell anyone here."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What, planning on telling someone somewhere else?" she wondered, picking up on the wording as she briefly eyed all those phone numbers and moved on to photos. Couldn't really imagine Alex sharing all about these sorts of moments with anyone.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I did just tell your friend," he pointed out, waving her phone at her. "And I used the world cuddling. So, someone who isn't here knows. I'll find another name in here and tell them if you want."

He was sure he could find a random number she had in there and send them some cuddling news. Hey, he had enough phone numbers, as she'd just discovered, that he had plenty of people to share things with.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy wrinkled her nose, and tried to snag her phone back again. Panda was one thing, the entire rest of her phone book (and his, for that matter) was another thing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Uh uh," he said, pulling that phone back away from her for the moment, holding it up over his head and taking the brunt of the cool air for a worthy cause. "Obviously, you're not as comfortable with this cuddling business as you seem! Interesting. I wonder which name would be the best to tell. I should just pick a random guy's name and go from there."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If you're lucky you'll find one whose name I actually remember," she quipped. Obviously she'd prefer it if he didn't, but-- Could go either way.

For now, no she was not going to reach out of that warm cocoon of blankets to grab for it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What, you're not going to share that information with me?" he asked, bringing the phone back down closer to the blankets so his hand wouldn't end up an icicle. "I'd share similar information with you and you could share random things."

Because that'd be real healthy.