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The Roof [Tuesday, Afternoon]

Last week... last couple of weeks, actually had been made up of a few ups and downs (along with a couple of interesting interludes). Effy supposed it was all supposed to balance out so she could call it 'okay', but somehow she couldn't. Not really.

Or, not truthfully, anyway. But when was Effy ever completely honest about that sort of thing. At least she had the weekend, and Tony's visit, to look forward to. There was that.

That, and it was still nice enough, even getting into autumn, to just throw a leather jacket over her shoulders and come out to enjoy her free afternoon relaxing and reading. Nothing wrong with a bit of philosophy on your day off. Wasn't even smoking yet, even if she had the materials for it with her. She could get to that later.

[[She's completely disturbable, open roof and all.]]

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"Oh, he gets plenty of that, don't worry," he said and shook his head. "That fight I mentioned to you the other day? He was with me. My shoulder's fine, by the way. Chairs hurt a lot more than you'd think they would."

Well, Effy'd always thought that chairs would hurt, but maybe that was just her.

"What did you do to get someone swinging a chair at you anyway?"

"Looked at the wrong person," he said, shaking his head at the memory. It was truthful if not completely detailed. He had looked at the wrong person. "And then it kind of escalated from there. Griff and I managed to get out of there before we got arrested. I took a chair to the shoulder and Griff got his face knocked around. All in all, we did okay."

"Come off a lot better when you get thrown out of places with me," she said, smirking a little. Well... that one time.

"You're not wrong," he agreed with a laugh. "You're welcome to kiss it and make it better, if you want."

Like he'd miss out on the chance to say that. Come on.

"Might help."

Or just be fun.

"I thought it was fine," she teased, running her thumb along the side of his hand.

Which wasn't really an objection to that, just her round about way of getting to these things. Couldn't help herself.

"It is fine," he said, picking up on that lack of objection and running with it. "That doesn't mean it still doesn't hurt. I got hit with a chair. I've still got some bruises and soreness. Kinda hurts."

"Hm." Effy could sort of believe that, depending on how hard this guy beat people with chairs, and her eyes wandered down his neck to his shoulders.

"That cover your sudden craving for sweet?" she wondered.

"Sure," he said, nodding slightly. "I don't have a list where I'm checking things off that might be sweet but I'd say that falls under the category. So, yeah."

Well, that was sure a hell of a lot easier than a lot of things he could've asked for. Probably done it before, even, not that she'd really been thinking about it in any great depth when she had.

Easy enough to reach out with her free hand to run it lightly across his shoulder as she shifted closer. "Think I can manage that," she told him, with a quirk of a smile.

"I figured you could," he said, returning her smile with one of his own. "You're talented like that. It'd take a lot to make me doubt those talents."

Effy's grin widened a bit and got a little more comfortably close. You know, mostly on his lap. He was never usually the sort to complain at a move that put her that close to him, especially when the next one had her tugging the collar of his t-shirt down enough to run her finger along his collar bone and press her lips there.

See how sweet she could be?

Yeah, no, he wasn't going to complain about that movement or her new position. No, in fact he was straightened his legs some to give her more room and slid down the wall slightly to put him at a better angle.

Yeah, he was definitely putting her in that sweet category even while he glancing down, watching her kiss his collarbone and sighing. See, he could even be a little more open with reactions if she was going to be sweet.

Reactions like that, really did make this sort of thing more worthwhile, and she grinned against his skin.

Sadly, with his shirt in the way she couldn't really move out further towards his shoulder, but could make up for that by flicking her tongue out to trail along the skin as she moved back to the side of his neck.

"Better?" she whispered.

"Yeah, that's getting better," he said, turning his face slightly towards hers and keeping his voice low. "You're pretty good at that."

Alex worked his free hand and arm around her waist, letting his hand rest lightly on her back.

"Getting better," he repeated, smiling slightly. "Almost there."

"Should've found me earlier," she mumbled against his neck. All the hassle he could've saved himself when that was all it took for improvement.

"I found you today," he pointed out, turning his head enough that he could press a kiss of his own against her cheek. "Better late than never, right? I can be forgiven for that."

"You can, can you?" Yeah, she could probably wrangle that, but she had to show at least a little resistance.

So what if resistance was shown when she was lingering this close to his lips?

"I think I can," he answered, nodding slightly. Oh yes, he was well aware of their positioning and thought his restraint was admirable. It also meant the hand on her back was just going to migrate around to her stomach and settle there. "Don't wanna forgive me? Wish I had come and found you sooner?"

Well, really, he wished that himself but self pity and a lot of anger was good for disrupting that.

"You're the one been wandering around with this war wound of yours." Little bit of amused sarcasm in there, yes.

"And you're making it feel better," he assured her, resisting the urge to move his shoulder because the closeness was nice. And he was going to take advantage by kissing her cheek again. "A little chair shot isn't going to keep me down for long. Come on, I've taken worse."

"Mm." Knowing even she'd had worse, it didn't really surprise her someone like Alex had.

Effy spent another moment, resisting the urge to do anything more than exhale a breath against his neck. "No," she decided, finally picking her head up to actually look at him. "Don't think it's keeping you down much at all."

"I'm pretty resilient," he remarked, picking that hand off her stomach and settling it against her cheek. "So, forgive me. I found you now."

He credited himself with remembering how they'd gotten on this track of conversation considering she was that close and he was already leaning closer to her.

[OH JESUS SUBMIT I DIDN'T HIT SUBMIT. So sorry!]

"Fine," she muttered after a second or two of thought. "Just this once." About time she gave up on the last of that 'just hover there' resistance and finally fucking kissed him, wasn't it? Yeah.

Depending on the situation, he'd probably be able to work around her again, but for now... Just this once.

He'd take just this once with the knowledge that he was pretty sure he could get her to forgive him again for something. Well, for something minor. Something big, he thought he'd have a more difficult time.

But yeah, he agreed with her on the just giving up that restraint and returned that kiss eagerly, fingers sliding over her ear and down her neck, still trying to get closer but trying not to have to let go of the hand he'd been holding for awhile.

[sleep well! and grargh, sorry about that again! i'm a dope!]

The Roof [Tuesday, Afternoon]

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