Room 323 [Thursday, Early Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Relaxing as days without classes could be, they did have a tendency to give far too much time to think, and over-think about just about everything that had gone on in the last week or so. There was a good lot of stuff that fell into that frustratingly complex category, and Effy had spent her day avoiding that, by being out and about and doing things, cold as it was.

It was only on the way back she'd noticed the overabundance of candy canes, grabbed a couple from the cafeteria and was sucking on one as she pottered around her room and returned a couple of calls from Panda and Tony.

It kept her oral fixation satisfied and was probably better for her lungs. Win win.

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I can work with that," she decided quietly, closing her eyes as he moved his lips across her skin.

She did say she liked different, and that was still the truth.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Different kind of different for me," he remarked, moving his lips down her neck and across one of her shoulders.

"I don't know what to do now," he admitted, quietly and hesitantly against her shoulder.

Well, except to keep kissing his way across her and around her collarbone. That always seemed to work well and it made any talking easier.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Having something else to think about did somehow help. Her excuse for letting her fingers play along the side of his neck.


You know, other than the obvious 'just liked to touch' reasoning.

"That's not just you," Effy muttered in his ear. About the two least suitable candidates in the world for getting into this sort of thing. Even Effy knew that.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex leaned into her fingers some, reaching to slide his fingers across her stomach, over her shirt. Yeah, that just like to touch excuse was a big reason he did find himself doing this.

"I'm open to suggestions," he said, pressing his nose and lips against her neck and breathing in.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Effy didn't really have any, as might be obvious by this point. Or if she did, wasn't at all good at voicing them.

"Let you know when I figure it out." For now, ducking to press her lips to his temple as she returned that pressure against his neck, seemed like as good an idea as any.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Alex wasn't flush with suggestions himself. Sure, there were things banging around in his mind but they weren't quite getting to where he'd voice them.

Of course, his effort to avoid thinking about those sort of things wasn't working very well so he was going for the distraction of bringing his head so he could press a kiss against her upper lip and pull back a few inches to see her.

"This what you want?" he asked, keeping his questions up both to push her and to avoid revealing much himself. "This?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

This, whatever the hell it actually was, was hardly something she'd turn down. Thinking about, and talking about what they were at this point, even for a short time, was exhausting. For once, that was a fairly easy question.

"Yeah," she agreed after a moment, lingering close to him. "This."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

They'd have to work on whatever the hell this was later. They'd gotten pretty damn far for one conversation even if it had been a little stilted and uncertain.

"Yeah," he said, giving her a small smile and vaguely wondered where that angry, brooding side of him had gone. Oh well. It was nice not to feel so on edge all the time. "Me too."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Later was getting to be a theme. They were so good at pushing things back and pushing things back, and avoiding.

And distracting from all that by losing themselves in the physical side, which was about what Effy was going to do now, closing those few inches to kiss him again.

Eventually. They'd figure it out eventually.