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]

"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.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, if he'd been thinking a little more clearly, he'd see the error of his way, jerking her around like this. Wasn't the nicest thing he'd ever done.

"I don't want to leave," he said, finally reaching to touch her again, hands gently brushing against her hips before stepping closer. He hesitantly leaned a little closer to her, nose nudging against hers. "I was just running off at the mouth. Can I stay?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

She closed her eyes as he moved closer, but didn't move away, and inclined her head slightly. It was about as close to a nod as he'd get at that proximity.

"I don't want you to leave," she assured him quietly. Which could probably be translated as a 'yes'.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I want to stay," he said, returning that assurance and lightly kissing her, already tugging her back towards the bed. Yeah, she'd wanted the wall but Alex figured he could do that sometime later.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Later.

Yeah, she could get with later. Somehow, after everything since her request, that even seemed a better option. Followed him easily enough, staying close and even holding his look now.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm so--" He started to apologize for that but shook his head and just kissed her instead, pulling her down on the bed with him and pouring his apology and a hell of a lot more into that kiss.

Later or now, he was going to want to touch her. He was going to want to be close to her and he was going to want her. He really just needed to learn how to stop trying to fuck it all up.

He hadn't yet. She was still here. So, tonight, he'd done all right.