comeoutwrong | Room 323 [Sunday, Afternoon]

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Room 323 [Sunday, Afternoon]

With Christmas done and past, there didn't seem to be a hell of a lot going on around here, as far as she could tell. Few days until New Year's, and that trip, and a shitload of empty space to fill until then. Going out was her typical fallback at times like this, but you couldn't do that sort of thing all the time. Unfortunately. It would've been nice, having just one simple thing to think about. Never seemed to be the way things worked out, did it?

Spending her afternoon reading and idly blowing smoke rings out her window was a secondary option. She'd decided a long time ago that classic literature was more fun when there was alcohol or drugs involved. Pity that philosophy never got her by in classes.

[[and her door and this post are open. I have a day off and a bunch of free time to fill]]

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"You proclaim that you're a smart girl," he said, puffing away on her cigarette since she hadn't objected, "so I'm sure you'll figure something out. I can wait."

He'd probably start taking up space on her bed if she took too long because he was damn lazy.

Effy hummed thoughtfully. "Stamps?" she asked, smirking a little and going to steal her cigarette back. "Remember how much you love that topic."

"Oh yeah. Stamps," he said and rolled his eyes. "I think I exhausted my love of that hobby when I gave you your collection. Just didn't hold the same sway anymore."

"Aww, shame." Yeah. Really. "Here I thought I had you all figured out."

Oh, she'd seen how he'd reacted to certain things she said, but teasing him was such fun. Couldn't help herself.

"Cigarettes?" He did seem to be enjoying stealing hers, after all.

"You're gonna talk to me about cigarettes?" he asked, sounding dubious. "You know, most of the time, you smoke them and be done with it. I think I'd get bored if you used your accent to talk about cigarettes."

Besides, stealing and smoking hers was much more fun. Which is exactly why he was trying to do that again.

Fortunately, Effy wasn't all that fussed. Her own fault for offering in the first place.

"Maybe," she allowed. Fortunately, she wasn't actually about to start lecturing him on that particular topic. "Very few things that actually hold your attention," she noted.

"Because you're somehow different in that respect?" he questioned, snickering. "You thought you had me all figured out, you should know better than anyone what all can hold my attention."

Effy's lips twisted into a smirk, and she nodded.

"I do." There were a couple of things she'd witnessed first hand. "I've done it. A few times." Seen his reaction when she'd told him she cared, seen it sharing little fantasies, and when she'd breathed his name into his ear. She'd definitely done it.

"So, don't make it sound like it's such a hard thing to do," he told her, grinning lopsidedly. "It's not that hard to hold my attention if you know what you're doing. You know what you're doing, Effy? Or do you want an instruction manual on me?"

"Wouldn't mind. Might be a good read." Less confusing than Anna Karenina and remembering all those Russian names.

Plus, never could know too much, she didn't think.

"Too bad, it's still in progress because things change so frequently," Alex said, shrugging. "You'll have to make due with what you know. If you wanna know more, you'll have to ask or figure it out your own damn self."

"Last time I asked, you told me to figure it out for myself," she noted, reaching up to trace a line up his neck with her forefinger. "Guess that leaves option two."

"Guess it does," he said, tilting his head up a little at that little movement. "Think you're up to that sort of task?"

"Told you," she said, shaking her head. "Already done it." Repeating that couldn't be that hard, and she leaned up a little closer. "I know what you like to hear."

"Want to hear just how much you're wanted," she said, Little stroke to his ego. She smiled. "And maybe a little detail on how, and why."

"Am I getting closer?"

"Maybe." Yes. He wasn't that hard a guy to figure out in some ways and she'd sort of nailed what he liked to hear. Today though, it had the added bonus of keeping him away from the things he'd been brooding about for awhile. "I suppose you're not that far off, no."

"Well you are," she assured him. "Wanted." He had to know that already, somehow. "And I'd take you pretty much any way I could get you." Had him listening now, didn't she. Fairly fucking sure she did.

She could prove she had him down on this count, she thought.

Alex did know that but hearing it, even if he knew it, was still a little heady especially from someone like her.

"You're attracted to me, I knew that," he said, putting up a little resistance to her words. It was something. "Thought that was just part of the whole thing."

Oh yeah, he was listening and trying to combat her and her accent but it'd probably prove futile.

Honestly, there was a little something felt good about saying it, and knowing that her words could, and did, affect him like they did.

"You knew that already too," Effy pointed out mildly. It was getting easier now to admit that. There was more to it all than that.

"I know a lot of things," he said, deciding right then and there that he was going to turn the tables on her here. "Pretty sure I know what you like to hear too. You're not that hard to figure out."

At least, she wasn't for him but he figured he had a lot more practice than most everyone else.

Half smiling, Alex found a place to set her cigarette down before circling around behind her and sliding one arm around her waist from behind. He used that to tug himself closer, front to back and put his lips near her ear.

"I want you too. Just about all the damn time," he said, quiet but certain. "I don't come down here because it's convenient. I come down here because I want to see you. And if I'm not here, I like to think about what I could do to you the next I saw you. Where I could put my hands, where I could my mouth, what I could do to make you whimper or moan, and how much fun it is to watch you when that happens."

Now, Alex figured she'd be listening too.

Oh, she was defintely listening. Who wouldn't pay attention with words like that in their ear?

Effy turned her head a little that way. "So what're you thinking now?" she asked. He may be turning tables, but she was sure it had to be getting to him too.

"Right now?" he repeated, making sure she could see a hint of a smile from him in her position. He didn't answer right away, choosing instead to brush his fingers across her stomach lightly.

"Right now, I'm thinking about finding every single sensitive area you have and marking it with my mouth," he told her, whisper quiet. "I know you're sensitive and you know you can't hide it forever. I'll find them and I'll make sure you know I've found them."

Effy caught that smile briefly before letting her eyes close a moment as she smiled herself. She had a pretty damn good imagination, but somehow, that always helped.

"Not bad to listen to yourself," she told him quietly. Not bad was rather the understatement. She was also good at those.

"That an indirect way of telling me to keep talking to you?" Alex asked, pressing his lips lightly against her jaw. The compliment, understatement or not, made him smile. "You wanna hear more? Got a request on what I should talk to you about?"

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Effy shook her head, reaching back with one hand to touch his side and moving the other to slide over the one on her stomach. "Your turn to hold my attention." Honestly, he was doing that pretty fucking well at that already.

Still. Not really being a big talker herself, she'd always take the opportunity to listen when it was offered to her.

Alex took a moment to just stand there quietly with her, giving himself some time to think of what to talk about to hold her attention since that's what she wanted.

"I don't think there's a time when I'm not really fucking attracted to you, you know," he started, pressing those words into her skin. "You said you'd take me anyway you could get me and I think that's something I can agree with. You don't even know what I've thought about, when I've seen you out in public. Bending you over pool tables and letting you feel me pressed up behind you, pressing you into a wall, your legs around my waist and not giving a fuck where we are, finding a bathroom with a flimsy lock and just letting you hike whatever dress you have on up so I can use my mouth on you. And you'd bite your lip to keep from making noise but I can feel the fine trembling in your knees and legs and I know."

And Alex liked knowing. It'd take some time but he knew. "I can tell more about what your feeling by how deep and quick you breath, how your hands tighten against my shoulders and hips and if you close your eyes. I could fuck you all night and I'd make sure I'd get a different reaction every damn time from you."

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