The Deck [Friday, Evening]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

It was that time of year again. One of Effy's favourites, in fact. Who didn't love a cultural excuse to sit in the dark, set shit alight and just sit and watch it burn? Not having fireworks wasn't too big a deal, really. Could still come out and play with flames. That was better than nothing.

So far, she'd not had much trouble with today. That creepy little song she'd broke into earlier? She was stubbornly calling it a fluke.

... And in no way thinking about it too hard while she stared into the fire in the pit front of her.

[[Open, as these things are!]]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy hummed a sort of agreement, grinning back at him while she worked at a couple of buttons.

"Better than over there," she told him easily.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Such sweet words," Alex said, leaning back in his chair and not even making an effort to keep his eyes on her face. He knew what he liked and he liked what he was seeing.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm full of those." Yeah, sure she was. But it didn't really matter, because once she started pulling her shirt open she was fairly sure he didn't give a shit what she was saying.

Boys were so easy.

"You're not some poor unsuspecting soul," she noted after a second. "That mean this does or doesn't count?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It means you're taking off your shirt," Alex said, deciding to avoid a direct answer. "That's the only answer right now and the only one I want to entertain."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Right." She couldn't help but smirk. "Of course." Something about being able to hold his attention like this was very, very satisfying.

What was just as satisfying? Being able to smugly close her shirt again. It wasn't really flashing when it was prolonged now was it?

She was a tease, yes.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex's eyes flicked back up to hers and he tried not to look too much like he missed that. "Teasing me? Trying to get me riled up?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Just giving you what you asked for." Perfectly acceptable. "You were looking for more than that?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I didn't ask to be teased," he said, reaching for the hem of her shirt and giving it a tug. "The longer the better, right? The more I see, the happier I am."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

A happier him was the sort of idea she could get behind, and it didn't take her long to decide to reach for his hands on her shirt as she started to get up again and try to tug him with her.

"Think I'm done with bonfire," she decided. "Aren't you?"

Effy was only a certain amount of exhibitionist, and sitting in the middle of the deck without her top was just approaching her limit. But she had a room, provided her roommate stayed at this thing at the beach a while longer.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I can be done with the bonfire," he said, getting to his feet and looking interesting. And smug. Interested and smug. "Got someplace better we can go?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Of course.

Not that she felt the need to share that fact verbally, but her smile and the way she tugged on his hands to pull him along with her as she moved said more than enough, right?

She thought so.