The Roof [Tuesday, Afternoon]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

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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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Even with a bit of biting in there, this still came out a lot gentler than they ever normally were. Easy was very much relative, and that sort of thing added just a bit more fun.

Effy grinned, ever so briefly, sliding her own hand around his shoulders. As well as she could with that wall there. If he was going to bite, she could give back, even if it was just in the form of sucking on his lip for a moment. Little things.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Little things were kinda nice. He didn't tend to stop and think about little things but they were kind of nice. Nice enough that he slid his hand from around her neck and down, slipping under coat and shirt to brush against her stomach lightly.

Oh yes, he remembered that sensitivity. And he'd take advantage of it while being distracted by what she was doing to his lip and her arm around his shoulders. He thought about sitting up some but he really was comfortable like this.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Almost strange, considering the amount of time they both spent up here, that it hadn't come to this before, even if it would be a fucking weird place to start making out to most people.

Good job they weren't most people, really. Far less chance of getting bored as they were.

This? Defintely not boring, despite being very used to it all. He knew exactly what he could do to her and the feel of her stomach tensing under his palm as he did that, probably expected.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Definitely expected but that didn't stop the grin of triumph at both knowing that and getting her to do that. Again, little things.

He worked his hand a little further up under her shirt and spread his fingers against her stomach, silently apologetic that they were a little cold but finding her stomach perfect for warming them up.

No, he wasn't bored at all. Roof was a perfect place to make out. Quiet, empty and familiar. But, Alex did start to prove that he couldn't take it too slow for long as he was already trying to deepen that kiss.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy's hands were probably just as cold, but at least she wasn't sneaking her hands up under his shirt. Having them on his neck was somehow so much better.

Not going to stop her from reacting easily to his encouragement, and tipped her head a little more to make that that much easier. Didn't take much to start moving from that light and easy into something a little more intense.

... Even if he was using her as a free handwarmer.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

She was conveniently there and her stomach was nice and warm from being under her shirt and jacket. He could take advantage too and it was just that one hand since the other was still laced with hers, all warm there.

Of course, the hand on her stomach wasn't going to stay still long before he was actually moving it further under her shirt, effectively hiking her shirt up and exposing her skin to the cooler air. Oh well, he was there to use as shield or something.

Alex didn't really know where they were going with this considering they were on the roof but that light, easy kiss had turned deep and a little urgent quick so his brain was sort of not working right now.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy caught a slight breath at the cool breeze on her skin, but even that wasn't enough to stop her from curling her fingers at the back of his neck and sticking right to that path they were on.

She'd done this sort of thing in far less appropriate places than this. Roof? Nothing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And he wasn't going to be stopping things just to move locations. He didn't give a damn and his back had taken much more abuse than a wall or the hard ground.

If she was willing, he was damn sure willing. Hey, it wasn't like there was anyone else on the roof, right? Wasn't like they'd care if someone did end up on the roof, was it?

Yeah, probably evident by the way that hand was pressing against her skin and the way he was kissing her that staying on the roof was fine with him too.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Given Effy's track record and attitude when it came to these things... no, getting caught probably wouldn't phase her all that much.

Besides, if he wasn't backing down, like hell she was. Competitive in everything in her way.

Could never be said they weren't a little adventurous.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Adventurous was so much more fun than dull and mundane. He thought about asking if she wanted to stay up on the roof for awhile just to be a smartass but, really, it was pretty easy to tell.

So, now, all he was going to do was shift around until his back hit the ground and he could pull her closer that way. Christening the roof (well, christening for them) would be so much fun.