Room 323 [Sunday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

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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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Here I thought the 'I want' mentality was the childish one." Deflect, deflect.

Wasn't quite a denial, was it? Benefit of their positions, he couldn't really see how she reacted that well. Had her rather well pegged in many respects.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Benefit for her, not so beneficial for him since he tended to like reactions, bad or not. Still, he could give her points for that one since it was a dig at him.

"No wonder you never tell me," he said, sarcasm creeping into his voice. "You let me go on and on and just think me childish. It's good of you to be fucking honest for once."

He tugged her back against him, keeping her back pressed against his front by wrapping one arm tightly around her and planting the other on the door beside her for balance.

"That doesn't change the fact that you're afraid," he told her, smiling thinly. "Even a child can see that."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy didn't say anything for a moment, just barely shaking her head. No, she really didn't like showing her cards, even in small ways like that, but wouldn't say it verged into out and out fear. Discomfort, she'd call it that.

"Was always fucking brilliant at hide and seek." Specifically the 'hiding' part. Which was calling back to his original claim, rather than following their current thread. Who needed linear conversation anyway?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex loosened his hold on her a bit, giving her some space to move but not moving away or anything like that.

"The hiding part, that I can believe," he told her, brushing some hair back from her ear and circling the lobe with his tongue. "But I bet you're shit at seeking. Doubt you'd even fucking try."

Alex didn't know exactly where this was all going now but stopping hadn't entered his mind. "And guess what? I can hide too. Take what you know already and enjoy it. I'll keep my childish wants to myself."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Such healthy mind-games they played, even at moments like this.

"Didn't say I had a problem with you knowing what you want," she pointed out, holding where she was and glancing over her shoulder. She'd never been a straightforward, 'say it as you want' sort of girl, but it wasn't like she particularly begrudged it in him.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You didn't have to," he said, meeting her gaze steadily. "My choice. And I can stop telling you shit if I want to."

Which, he didn't particularly want to but it was exactly that, a mind game mingled with sex that seemed to come up a lot with them.

"Started out like that," he added, shrugging and sliding his tongue along the back of her shoulder. "Easy to go back to it."

Yeah, right.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Do you?" Effy asked, still watching him. Easier to suppress a slight shiver at that touch if she saw it happen, somehow. "Want to?" she clarified.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Why should I tell you either way?" he asked, dropping his lips to her shoulder and biting lightly. "Is it really going to make any difference to you?"

Now he was pushing a little but he didn't care. It was a mind game now, different from when he usually asked how she felt. He could still get information but he was just trying to tangle her up in knots in a way she did to him typically.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Maybe--" she replied, oh so vaguely, moving one hand back to his side again now she had bare skin to skim her fingers across, "--I don't want to go back."

Again with the maybe. It made it easier to throw out admissions like that if she tagged a bit of doubt into the equation.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe--" he echoed, dropping the arm he had around her entirely so he could tap his fingers against one hip lightly before moving lower again. "--you should get back to me when you're sure."

He knew that tactic by now and if she was going to throw out stuff like that with a 'maybe' tacked on, he was going to respond in kind.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy went quiet again for a long moment, obviously debating if she really wanted to say it. Times like this, there was extra thought needed to go into speech to avoid admitting something she didn't want to.

"I don't want to go back," she repeated finally, quieter this time. But she did at least sound sure.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, where do you wanna go?" Alex asked, pressing a little more of his weight against her so he could reach enough to slide his mouth along her jaw and down the back of her neck.

"Wanna go home?" he asked, taking advantage of...whatever advantage he had and using it to see how far she could be pushed. "Wanna go somewhere else?"

He focused on where neck met spine, pressing kisses there and interspersing it with flicks of his tongue.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

All he got for that at first was a shake of her head, and Effy curling her fingers against his side, testing her nails lightly against his skin. "I... haven't figured that out yet."

Which was quite an admission for her, a girl who liked her control, or at least, liked the image of all-knowing control.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." Alex didn't outright reply to that admission with any words, leaving her to her thoughts while he reached around her and traced a finger over her collarbone.

"Maybe I'll make you do some seeking for awhile," he said, throwing out that little challenge without hesitation. "Hiding seems to be working out for you. Pretty sure I wanna do it too."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Seeking of what, exactly?" she wondered. That could mean a fuckload of different things, now couldn't it? Wouldn't want to go for the wrong one.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You're a smart girl," he said, using the arm he had around to try and get her to turn towards him finally. He knew he was being a jackass for the most part, being somewhat mean just because he could but it was a thing.

"Should be able to figure it out on your own," he added, lowering himself to a knee to get his mouth on her stomach. Knew that was sensitive.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

That'd give her something to think on. Not that she'd be able to concentrate all that long with what he'd moved on to now. Saving it for later, and for now, staying quiet aside from a gentle hitch in her breath.

"I will," she muttered, tracing the edge of his ear with her fingertip. If he was going to be there, within her reach, she was going to touch, and move her hands lightly down his neck, over his shoulders and back up again.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex didn't stay there long though, giving her stomach a few more moments of attention before he was pushing himself back to his feet and stepping forward, into her basically, and backing her up against that door again.

After that, he was just going to keep his eyes steadily on hers. Just going to watch and stare and look. Keep quiet and see how long she was able to do that without looking away.

"You don't even know what you're looking for," he finally said, half smiling.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Her hands fell to his hips automatically, and she kept her eyes on his for the moment. "Like you said. Bright girl, I'll figure it out." She hoped.

If she didn't, there was always the chance he'd forget he made that challenge before then. Never knew your luck. Hers was normally fairly shit in that respect, but still.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I should leave you to it," he said, watching her carefully now that he could see reactions. "Let you get a head start since you're not getting anything more out of me."

What he meant there, she could figure out for herself. Or not. It was interesting, the shit that was going on in his head right now and he had no idea what to do with it all. He wanted her to fix it but he didn't want her to see.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At the moment, what he'd get most of was a flicker of confusion, and a dose of definite uncertainty over where the fuck his head was even at right now, because she sure as hell didn't know. This was where she got a serious taste of her own vague-and-confusing medicine.

"Sounds like that's what you want," she noted, finally, briefly, glancing down and away.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

There were a few reactions he'd been expecting and a few he'd wanted. He'd gotten an expected one and made an effort to keep his face mostly expressionless.

"Asking me to leave?" Alex asked, staying close to her but not trying to force her to look at him.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head hesitantly, still looking down.

"Told you what I wanted," she pointed out, and it wasn't some deeply confusing argument which she wasn't even entirely sure was about.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What's the matter, then?" he asked because he could tell something was. And yeah, he figured it was because he was being a little bit of a prick with his words.

It was second nature and it was hard to change. Something she should know a little bit about.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She should... but somehow, that didn't help her a whole lot here.

"You were the one talking about leaving." She didn't want that, no. They'd left it on these sort of terms before now, and she fucking hated every minute of it... But at the same time, she wasn't really sure what he wanted from her. Avoiding that wasn't as easy as it seemed.