║▌✘ ROTTEN ⊱

       Effy watches the other girl closely, a blank expression decorating her features even if concern and care flood her mind and she waits for her to speak before she’s looking around, almost as if she hadn’t heard her and then, blue eyes finally settle over Naomi. “Aren’t we all fucked up? What you did was bad but you don’t deserve the punishment. If it’s forgiven, it’s forgotten... If it’s not forgotten, then what’s the point?”

“Has no one ever told it’s not polite to stare?”

She didn’t blink or move as he spoke, blue eyes locked in on him in utter silence before a low, quiet chuckle only barely left her lips. “I’m not sad.” It wasn’t a lie, sadness wasn’t exactly the word for how she felt. Taking a step closer to him, Effy’s expression was blank again as she cocked her head to the side. “Stop trying to get in my head.”

Not long ago (literally less than an hour ago) they would’ve probably been spitting insults at each other and now they were in a completely different situation - if it was because of the pill or genuine want, it didn’t matter. The tip of Effy’s tongue flicked over his upper lip, breasts pressed firmly against his chest as her hand wandered down his chest, snaking under his shirt so that her fingertips could trace his skin, hips rolling against his as a soft whine left her lips.

Maybe he was too much stability to her and, when he was hit by a bus and died, Effy lost everything. She lost every sense of who she was supposed to be, she lost her will to live and be better. Two boys came along a year later to make her life a little more bearable, a little happier but, when Freddie died, Effy moved away - too far, in fact, and found herself caught up on something way bigger than herself.

       “Maybe you’re just too fuckin’ paranoid.”

A soft sigh leaves her lips at the feeling of his fingers against her skin, a slight shiver running down her spine as her lips ghost over his jawline, hips rolling down against his with a soft moan before her lips finally find his. Effy arches her back, pressing her chest against his and tugging at his hair.

Her own back arches a little as his fingers press into her hips and she moves her lips down his neck, the hand through his hair tugging as she nips and sucks at the pulse point on his neck, catching his lower lip between her teeth and tugging on it, letting it go slowly.