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]

Effy twitched a smile, giving him a murmured, "good," before she tried to deepen that kiss. At this point, she had more interesting things to be doing than talking, kissing him being the most pressing one.

Sliding her hands up further under his shirt was another, and perfecting her comfortable (and still comparatively warm) sprawl. If he didn't mind being used as a pillow, she wasn't going to stop.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Nope, he didn't mind at all. It meant she stayed on top of him, he got to feel her pressed against him and he got to stay warm. Benefits were threefold as far as he could see. He slid down against her pillows a little, bringing them further under the blankets and her more on top of him.

And he was fine with talking going by the wayside especially since she had her hands up his shirt and he was focusing on that kiss and her lips and his hands on her back. And on her sides. And on her stomach.

She'd said she liked them all over her and that was one thing he could do well.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Power outages weren't so bad, when there was all this to think about and his chest to spread her fingers across. Almost able to forget it was totally fucking freezing outside their little cocoon and liable to stay that way for a while longer.

Better as prizes went than settling for the condom he'd offered her at first. Asking paid off.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

It was easier to ignore the cold when you weren't thinking about it consistently. He'd pretty much stopped thinking about it ever since she'd stopped talking.

He usually went for getting her clothing off as quick as he could but with the cold, Alex knew he was going to have to work around that. For the moment, he was contenting himself with drawing that kiss out and running his thumbs along her sides, up against ribs and down again.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy sighed, squirming just a little at his touch. She was actually grateful she was getting to keep most of her layers for once. At least that sweatshirt of hers was loose, easy to get under for him.

This was good enough for her for now. That little bit more contact could wait for warmer times.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And Alex thought he was plenty talented to let her keep her clothes on and still make her feel good. The sighing and the squirming was a really damn good start.

He had long arms, long fingers which meant getting his hands up her shirt took a little shifting of his (and since she was sprawled on him, hers) body to one side but he managed and eventually brushed his fingers over one nipple lightly.

Good thing his hands had warmed up. And he was just going to open his eyes because being this close would mean he got to see even the tiniest reactions from her up close.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

If his hands had been cold, he'd have picked up a strong reaction for sure, if not necessarily the one he was going for. As it was, it was a little more muted, a less than steady intake of breath and her arching back against his hand.

His warm hands were going to get him so much more appreciation than if they'd been cold. So much more.

[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.