[ how affectionate. some part of inej scolds herself for being so bluntly honest, because it's sure to backfire in some distant future where this is no longer a struggle, but she can't seem to care. it's dizzying, but manageable. enjoyable, even, soaking up the attention.
it's a tenuous balance, but she enjoys it. and that fact alone, is a relief. that she's capable of doing this very normal thing, even after the menagerie.
but all good things eventually have to come to an end.
the feeling of her shirt being tugged upward and fingers against her side causes inej to suddenly grab kaz's hand by the wrist, to prevent him from moving further up. her eyes snap open as she sucks in a breath, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest.
it takes a moment for her to realize that she's in their hotel room. the pillows are soft and ridiculously fluffy underneath her head, and the rumpled quilt is still warm from sleep. and, most importantly, the person hovering over her isn't a stranger, but someone who would never hurt her.
once that sinks in, she can feel herself slowly calming down, but her hand is still curled around kaz's wrist, almost uncomfortably tight, as she draws in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
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it's a tenuous balance, but she enjoys it. and that fact alone, is a relief. that she's capable of doing this very normal thing, even after the menagerie.
but all good things eventually have to come to an end.
the feeling of her shirt being tugged upward and fingers against her side causes inej to suddenly grab kaz's hand by the wrist, to prevent him from moving further up. her eyes snap open as she sucks in a breath, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest.
it takes a moment for her to realize that she's in their hotel room. the pillows are soft and ridiculously fluffy underneath her head, and the rumpled quilt is still warm from sleep. and, most importantly, the person hovering over her isn't a stranger, but someone who would never hurt her.
once that sinks in, she can feel herself slowly calming down, but her hand is still curled around kaz's wrist, almost uncomfortably tight, as she draws in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
frustrated, that her mind got the best of her. ]