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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[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?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Is that an order?" he asked, amused at those last two words. One of his hands did grab a hold of the hem of her shirt, jerking roughly upwards with no real intent but that. "Are you ordering me to pretty much fuck you until you can't move?"

Sounded like she wanted something like that, after all. He was pretty sure he could deliver.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy smiled, pushing herself back against him. "Yeah," she decided, "I am."

Look who could be decisive and ask for things when the moment called for it. Took a special sort of mood and moment, but she could do it and was damn certain he could, and would, deliver.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can do that," he said without preamble and used his weight advantage to push her forward towards the door. If she wanted it against a wall, he could do it against a wall. Or a door. Same difference.

Kept her facing away from him for the time being, giving him a slight element of surprise both with the pushing and with what he'd do next. He rucked her shirt up, exposing some of the pale skin of her back but only dragging his nails across it at first.

"See, it's not so hard to ask for things, is it?" he asked, taunting a little and sort of slipping into that mode of play. He could be sweet but he could also be this. "Help with that ache that's built up, even."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Only right," she muttered, breath hitching as he guided her movement. "Were the one encouraging it."

No, it wasn't so hard at all. That was... not said. Knowing him he'd pick right up on that and not let go. Didn't stop her from avoiding having to admit that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And I didn't see you putting up much of a fight," he replied, deciding that, since it was right there, he'd just see if her back was at all sensitive. He lowered himself to a knee, pushing her shirt up a little more before running his tongue along the bumps of her spine.

"I know you think about this, think about me," he told her, blowing a few puffs of cool air across that wet skin. "You order me around in those? Ever make me do all kinds of kinky shit just because you can?"

He'd just keep winding her up with his mouth and his hands and his words.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

No, not much of a fight. If it felt good, she'd go with it, and god it did. If he'd imagined even for a moment he wouldn't at least get a shiver from her with what he was doing right now, he'd have been wrong.

"Depends how kinky," she replied, swallowing as he breathed across her back. "No dreams of trussing you up in leather to have my way with you." Which was probably a relief.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Well, there was a sensitivity. Seemed her back matched her front. Good to know. Alex stood up, hooking his fingers in her shirt and draggint it off her slowly.

"Tell me how kinky," he breathed into her ear, tossing the shirt aside and pressing his body into her bare back. Despite the shirt, he was warm and lean and he'd found a new sensitivity.

"You never know," he added, hands on her sides and and hips resting heavily against her back, pushing her more against the door, "I might let you do it."

Well, she'd let him have a fantasy. It was only fair.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head slightly, tipping it back to rest against his shoulder.

"Know what the best thing is," she said, not really expecting, or waiting, for an answer. "Not knowing what's coming next." Part of why she found spending time around Alex such an attractive prospect. Never could quite tell where things would go.

There was a certain exhilaration to going with every spontaneous urge, no planning, no thinking, simple instinct.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex smiled, looking pleased with that answer. It did give him a little leeway, after all. He didn't think she was the fussy type when it came to sex.

So, with leaning back against him, it gave him a little space to slide both hands around her, one going lower to splay against her stomach and the other moving higher, covering one breast and teasing one nipple with his thumb.

He added a little jerk of his hips against her back, letting her feel that it wasn't all affecting her. Pants were going to end up tight and confining soon but he'd deal with that in a moment.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

And a fucking good thing that was to feel. It wasn't enough to bring out a strong reaction in her yet, but a soft noise of want was probably more than enough to bring his smug side out to play.

"Not going to complain I'm being vague?" she muttered out. Somehow, she'd expected it. Then again, there he was with never doing exactly as she expected.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

More than enough. He was used to her not making noise at all so getting even soft noises was more than enough to make him smug. That didn't mean he was going to back off or anything like that. Nope. If anything, those teasing fingers on her nipple got a little more intent and focused, making sure she wouldn't get too used to it.

"You're always too vague," he told her, almost sounding chiding. "Pretty sure it just means that you don't know what you really want. Not specifically. That or you're scared to tell me."

What? Challenging her made it a little hotter and he figured with his hands moving over her and hips rocking gently against her, hotter was better.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

A little bit of challenge with them... well, it wouldn't be right without, somehow. They were always, always going to want to one-up each other, whatever happened in this thing of theirs.

Effy let out a little breath of amusement and shook her head slightly as she arched into his hand. "I am not scared." Wouldn't deny not knowing, because no one ever accused her of being decisive, but--

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I think you are," he said into her ear, keeping her close and lightening the touch of his hands a bit. "You never tell me what you want. Not unprompted, at least. Never. Either I say something first or I have to ask. You cover your responses with vague answers or new questions."

At this point, Alex couldn't remember if that was completely true but he knew it was pretty true, at least.

"You're scared," he said and dragged the fingernails of his free hand across her stomach and down to her hip. He pinched her nipple, adding in a slight twist before stepping back enough to tug his own shirt off quietly. Made it easier to possibly surprise her when he pressed his skin to hers. "And here I thought hiding was for children."

Okay, maybe a little more of a stronger challenge but he wouldn't lay it down if he didn't think she couldn't handle it. It was the matter of how she handled it that would be interesting.

[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."