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]

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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

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."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Maybe she wasn't so difficult to read. At least, not always. Like now, and the way she tipped her head back a little against him. He already knew that sort of murmurings in her ear would affect her. Had to.

"Making too much noise is just fucking overdramatic," she said. Subtler signs were more her style. Besides, gave him something to look for, apparently. Looked to her like he enjoyed that challenge.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It's not bad, it's just not what you do," he said, bringing his hand up to brush fingers over that newly exposed skin at her neck.

"Do you believe that I want you?" he asked, turning his head towards her to see her reaction. "And I don't mean want in terms of sex. Do you?"

Call it curiosity coupled with courage brought on by the way their conversation was going. She seemed relaxed, he was a little more bold.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Easier to answer truthfully, she found, while concentrating on the feel of his fingers and the warmth of his chest soaking into her back, rather than the implications that always ended up sprouting from questions like that.

Did get a nod out of her, and she closed her eyes again as she murmured out an, "I believe you," and putting a certain amount of effort into keeping her breathing steady. She already knew he noticed that sort of tell.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex kept his face neutral, keeping his own tells behind closed doors save for a slight nod. Still, the touching seemed to be doing its job and it wasn't like it was tough for him to do.

"Yeah. That doesn't mean I don't want naked underneath me," he said, peppering his attempts at keeping her attention with touching, dirty talk, and seriousness. A nice combination was fun. The hand on her stomach slid a little lower, teasing over those clothes of hers because he could. "And I think that's where you want to be. With me. All the time."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy twitched a smile, not saying anything for a moment. Most of the time,most.

"Seem to recall, you're not that fussy about the 'underneath' part." And neither was she. Just felt the need to point that little fact out. Details were important.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You really do like picking out my semantics, don't you?" he asked, mostly sounding amused. "Give you a little thrill to correct me or something?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just making sure you hadn't forgotten," she said, instictively pressing back against his hand. "Amnesia or some shit." Never could tell!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh." Yeah, he was real prone to amnesia. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't notice that little movement and he pressed back, using the palm of his hand to press down. "Got anything else you wanna correct me on? Check to see if I've forgotten?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At that Effy shook her head, ever so slightly unsteadily. "No," she replied after a second. "Sure you've got it covered."

Mostly, her picky semantics had just seemed like a better response, somehow, than actually admitting any more than she already had. His ego was healthy enough as is.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Which just means I'm right about everything else," he said even if, whatever, it wasn't what she'd said. She said she had no more corrects so he was taking it that way. Besides, he wondered if she'd be able to protest what with the distraction his hands were providing.

Having the advantage on height made it easier to look down over her shoulder and rotate the palm of his hand in slow circles.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Have a habit of twisting my words," she noted, closing her eyes again. That wasn't what she'd said, or even implied, really.

She could object! She just... wasn't putting a whole lot of effort into it. Didn't seem like there was much point.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And you do the same thing to mine," he countered, tsk'ing lightly in her ear. "That makes us even."

Or something. Whatever, he wasn't paying that much attention because the hand that had been up near her throat had drifted down to try and hike up that shirt of hers.

"What's wrong with me being right?" he wondered, smiling against her shoulder. "You saying I'm not?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nothing wrong with being right," she decided. It was something she enjoyed a hell of a lot herself.

"Right about a lot of things." Like what to say, and her responses, and there might've been a more noticeable hitch in her breathing as he moved his hand further. Just to prove him right.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Hearing her say that was a little gratifying and he rewarded her with a sharp press of the heel of his hand when he felt that breathing get a little erratic.

"So, if I'm right about a lot of things, what am I not right about?" He was still trying to turn tables here. "A lot isn't all."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"No one's right about everything," Effy replied. It was just a fact. Couldn't think of a specific example right at this moment. Oddly enough, her mind was elsewhere. "Not even you." Much as she was sure he wished that was the case.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Mm." He wasn't going to try and argue that much as he wanted to. It was just the way he was, wanting to be better than everyone and know better than everyone.

"Right about a lot of things, though," he said, repeating her words from earlier and punctuating that by licking a trail from her ear down her neck. "Do I have your attention now?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You do," she confirmed easily, turning her head that bit towards him as he did that. It was never really in any doubt at all. "You know so much, should know that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It'd be typical of you to deny it just to give me a hard time. I know you're not good at outright answers either," he said, breathing the words into her cheek and neck. "Your turn. Tell me what you want."

He hoped that it was implied that he didn't mean anything deep or serious or difficult here. It was more what she wanted right now or whatever she wanted to tell him.

"I've got your attention," he said, sliding both his hands back and forth across her body, "so what are you thinking about?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smiled, exhaling a little amusement. Right at this second, she wasn't actually thinking of anything serious or difficult. Nothing that was difficult for them, anyway.

"Right now?" she said, echoing his words of earlier. "Thinking about what you're doing with your hands." They were fucking good hands and all over her, of course she was thinking about that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?" Couldn't say he was that surprised considering he'd been using his hands for awhile now. Still, it was a nice little compliment to know that he could get her thinking just about his hands.

"And you didn't answer the other request in there," he told her, sliding one hand back to her hip and splaying the other against her stomach, fingers ticking lower. "What do you want?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Probably want me to be more specific than just 'you', don't you?" Although that was a perfectly true answer. But... one she'd given already. Sort of. Just without the question actually being asked.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You've got me so I don't know how you can want that," he told her which was an indirect way of saying, yes, she'd have to be more specific. "Figured you knew that one considering I've got my hands on you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I want you--" she whispered, smirking. "--going through with some of that you talked about." Winding her up with talk was all very well, and fucking hot, but there was always going to be a point she wanted a little more than that.

"Find your sensitive bits," since he seemed so certain he could. "Press me up against a wall like you don't give a shit where we are." Even if they were in the privacy of her room he could do that. "Got it?"