timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

[ Her laugh causes him to flush, just a bit, feeling caught out even though she seems to have understood what he was going for.

And it's not like they're exactly new to being more intimate. They've had time to work on it. Some days are great, approaching completely "normal". Other days the most they can do is hug or hold hands. They both used to have days where they couldn't even do that for more than a few minutes at a time before needing plenty of space.

So, progress. ]

Give or take. How long do you want to soak in that tub? [ His fingers squeeze hers back, following her short tug to start heading back towards the downstairs. ]

[ there's a hum, as she thinks, moving down the staircase (her staircase) into the foyer properly. it takes her half a second to remember which way the bedroom is, but she soon makes her way in that direction. ]

Not sure.

[ thoughtfully. ]

Maybe an hour. Or two.

[ it looked like a really big tub, so the sky is the limit. ]

[ Going into the bedroom, he settles on the side of the mattress, using their still linked hands to tug her closer. ]

Can I convince you of a nap beforehand? [ He loops his arms around her middle, turning his head to press his cheek to her sternum. ] Or after, I suppose I'm not picky.

[ Kaz pls you're the pickiest human ever. ]

[ for someone who isn't picky, he's certainly made himself comfortable. and inej laughs to herself before gently brushing his hair back, amused. ]

I think you've made up your mind already, but I have to take off my coat and shoes.

[ she won't torture him by sitting here by himself for an hour when he clearly just wants to be close to her. ]

[ He lets out a slow sigh when she brushes his hair back, the gesture somehow always comforting. With reluctance, despite knowing they both need to shed a few pieces of clothing, he lets her go. ]

I guess you have a point. [ Amusement colors his voice as he reaches out to lean his cane against one of the side tables. When she goes to shed her jacket, he unties his shoes and tucks them under the bed frame. His own coat is shrugged off and he gets up to hang it on a nearby hook. Next is the vest and tie, all set on the same spot for now. He folds up his sleeves to the elbow and unclips his watch, setting it on the stand where his cane is. ]

[ she lets him get ready while she crosses to the other side of the bed, shrugging out of her coat easily. she notices hooks and hangs up her coat while getting rid of her shoes.

she then takes the next step of quickly undoing her hair, shaking it out. much more comfortable to sleep without the braid than with it in.

soon, she tugs the comforter back and slips into the bed easily. and once she sinks into the mattress, she exhales slowly. it's soft, and the sheets cool, the pillows fluffed perfectly.

and she just sort of

lays there.

soaking up the feeling. ]

[ Kaz pulls back the covers on his side and lies down, echoing the sigh she's just exhaled. Turning over, he lays on his stomach, loosely curling an arm around her middle.

And just like that, it sinks in. They have a house together, with no one else. No more hearing the occasional shout or noise from three floors down. Or the general noises from out on the street, when his window is open. This area tends to be quieter, the houses spread apart for privacy.

They can decorate and repaint and start actually having things, not having to worry about a lack of space. He doubts either of them will be the type to want much, but the possibility is there.

There's also the relieving fact he won't have to go up three flights of stairs just to share a bed with her. Though he doesn't intend to give up the attic just yet, it won't see nearly as much use when she's in town. ]

Hey. [ He murmurs, moving his hand to her stomach, thumb idly stroking along the dip of it. ]

[ her attention is drawn to the arm across her middle, and she turns slightly to watch him relax into the bed, his hand resting on her midsection. and she watches him for a moment in silence, barely catching the murmured hey as she runs her fingers along his forearm, thoughtful.

her mind wanders to the same conclusions. it's quiet, here. no clattering or shouting. it's peaceful. serene. and hers, though that part is still sinking in. the reality of the situation will probably make itself more known in the morning.

kaz already looks ready to fall asleep, and inej is loathe to prevent that from happening, but she responds with: ]

Hi.

[ warmly, just as quiet. ]

[ It really is comfortable. Not only the mattress, sheets, and pillows. But having Inej close, sensing the weight of her on the other side of the bed. When she isn't around, the emptiness leaves an imbalance; he ends up sleeping towards the middle of his bed because of it.

Well, it's likely he'll still roll towards her, because they tend to gravitate towards each other. That's different.

Tilting his chin a bit, he meets her gaze, not even hesitating before: ] I love you.

[ the words cause an immediate upward tug of her lips, her fingers still drawing meaningless designs into his arm, eyes bright. ]

I love you, too.

[ it's said softly, feeling peaceful. and she remains where she is, watching him peacefully before she continues, still quiet. ]

I wanted to come back sooner.

[ but she had gotten into a situation that required more attention that she had previously thought; a slaver line that was far more entrenched than her information had intended her to believe. it had required sailing further north west, and then the weather had kept them stuck for a time. ]

[ She returns the sentiment and he smiles, part of it disappearing from where his cheek is pressed to the pillow. Most of it reflects around his eyes anyway, their shape curving with it.

Not for the first time he thinks: I could do this for the rest of my life.

And there might be some plans for something more official. Maybe. Ghezen knows Nina and Jesper are somewhere in the realm of exasperated with him since he hasn't said a word about getting married. Nina in particular seems to think it will never happen.

It will, just. Eventually. With a plan in place. ]

I know. Neither the ocean nor do the slavers rest. [ It's out of their control. Chasing the slavers is a choice but he knows she won't simply let one wriggle out from under her gaze simply because she wants to come back. And he can't disagree with it, knowing each time people are a little safer without them on the sea. ]

[ she hums to herself in agreement, running her palm along his forearm. it's true; allowing one to escape only makes them think they can defeat her at her own game, and that's inexcusable.

but as she soaks up the feeling of the mattress and kaz's hand on her stomach, she lets her eyes closed . . . though she continues to speak. ]

I'm actually in need of someone to help me with something.

[ lazily. ]

I want to create a base of operations in Ketterdam. So I can organize multiple ships to go out to sea, and I can stay to oversee the flow of information. But I know nothing about running anything like that, or where to begin learning.

[ her fingers run a line along his arm. ]

Do you know anyone?

[ It takes a second to sink in, what she's asking to do. And what it means for her usual travel schedule, which could be erratic. Sometimes she stopped in for a few days, long enough to resupply and head back out, knowing they were close to the trail of a slaver ship. Other times, she would plan ahead of time to stay for a bit—though that definitely took a lot of planning. For them both, when he would return the favor and go sailing with her.

This would still take a lot of work to set up and plan, but it implied a longer stay and he moves, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at her face. As if he thought she wasn't serious (she is, he could tell by her tone). ]

I might know someone. [ He says, finally, expression painted close to disbelief. ]

[ she can feel his weight shift, and she blinks her eyes open to see him watching her, propped up on an elbow. and inej surveys him for a moment before she pushes herself up onto her elbows, a grin beginning to appear. ]

Do you think they would help me?

[ a little coyly, her hair falling over her shoulders, amused. ]

I don't know if they know this, but I am rich, and can pay whatever their services are worth. [ and she inclines her head toward the bedframe. ] And I have a manor for collateral.

Hmm, not sure.

[ Two can play the coy game. ] I don't think they're pressed for money. And somehow, I doubt they'd need to collect on collateral.

[ His brow furrows, as he seems to consider the entire thing. It's the scheming face, naturally, it's reflexive at this point. There are a few stray thoughts filtering in beyond his initial surprise—how much crew she'll need, who will be in charge, docking paperwork and registrations for the newer ships.

Details for later. ] I have it on good authority they'll do it if you ask nice.

[ she arches her eyebrows at the terms and conditions, and inej watches him for a moment, weighing out whether or not that’s worth it... and she lifts herself up to lean into his space, pressing her lips against his temple before murmuring in his ear: ]

I think they’ll do it without being asked nicely.

[ inej, in fact, is pretty sure the deal is already done. ]

[ Her unimpressed look speaks volumes and he's pretty sure he's about to get some form of retaliation. Or sass. Or both.

So as she leans into his space, he swallows at the brush of her lips across his temple. He huffs out a laugh, knowing he can't deny her anything, even as a ruse. ]

The deal is the deal.

[ the words bring a grin to her features, and she ducks forward to give him a gentle kiss, resting his forehead against hers. ]

I think staying here for most of the year and leaving when my skill set is needed might be what I need for awhile.

[ because she deserves both. her dream, her boat, and being in love, and having a stable home. and after being out at sea for so many years taming it, wresting control of it from slavers, she thinks she can expand. and also take a break, too.

and she lowers herself back into the pillows, tugging him along with her, so she can properly cuddle with him. ]

Tell your contact I can meet them in the morning for me.

[ He smiles into the kiss and while he has the urge to do more, it's quickly replaced with wanting to get back to the original intent: cuddling. ]

A year? [ That's. A long time. Well, not really in the grand scheme of things, but in comparison to how they've been getting by. The longest she's stayed in Ketterdam has been a couple months, always needing to get back to her work.

But with this idea, she would be able to minimize the amount of time she was out on the ocean. Just like he's mostly shrunk the amount of smaller tasks he has to do for the gang. He still plans out the heists and puts together their schemes, but he isn't drowning in solving stupid quibbles anymore.

He follows her tugging, laying back down and curling closer, resting a hand on her hip. ]

I'll pass on the communication. [ His tone is amused, half muffled by her hair. ]

[ she tucks her head underneath his chin, allowing her eyes to close as his hand rests on her hip. she hasn’t felt relaxed like this in eight months, hearing his heartbeat, and his mouth moving against her hair . . . ]

I don’t want to spend another eight months not being able to sleep.

[ it’s murmured, fingers curling into his shirt. ]

I need a break. Now is as good a time as any, isn’t it?

Fair point.

[ It's a bit of a grim thought, but at least it's not just him suffering in the months between. Certainly, she should be getting more rest as her work was fairly intensive. His was every now and again but he could handle the occasional scuffle.

It's different than taking on an entire ship of slavers ready to protect their find. ]

You do have a house to get used to. [ Well, they both do. He's been in the house, but solely for renovating, not living in it. Already, it's shaping up to be a good thing for them both, especially as he lets himself relax. It's quiet save for the steady in and out of her breathing and he feels himself drifting off to the sound. ]

[ it's a good nap, but inej wakes up after about an hour to kaz . . . very much not awake. and she's loathe to wake him up now, especially knowing that he hasn't slept well.

so, in a way only the wraith can, inej carefully extracts herself from his arms by artfully substituting a pillow into his arms. there's a tenuous moment where he stirs in his sleep, but after stroking his hair for a few moments, he mumbled his way back into sleep.

how precious.

so inej quickly collects her shoes and slips out of the house to get something for dinner. it takes some time, to go through the market, pick out something to eat that she can cook for dinner. but once she returns home (home) around two hours later and deposits the food in the kitchen, she steals back upstairs, silent as the grave thanks to taking off her shoes by the door.

soon, she steps onto the bed, careful not to disturb too much weight, in order to carefully lean over kaz, brushing her lips against his cheek. ]

Wake up before you're up all night.

[ she whispers. ]

[ He feels her get up. Or rather, senses the change in weight distribution. But then she's combing his hair back with her palm and the sensation is enough to subdue his awareness again.

From then on, it's the blank bliss of sleep, the days of tossing and turning finally being allowed to catch up to him. There's a couple dreams, more like figments, bits and pieces of imagery that don't string together into anything coherent. It's more like snapshots: a moment here, a moment there. Some of it memories and then branching off into things that definitely haven't happened.

He's pulled from what feels like sunlight on his face by a familiar voice and a brush of lips to his cheek. ]

Inej? [ He says blearily, slowly blinking awake. The light in the room has lowered, having gone from midday to evening, the rays filtering in a dusty orange. ] What time is it?

Nearly six.

[ she probably shouldn't have let him sleep so late, but better to wake up now for a few more hours than wake up at two in the morning wide awake. she sits against him, her leg resting against his chest as she runs her fingers along his cheek, soothingly. waking up from a nap is tough. ]

I'm going to make dinner, but wanted to give you the chance to wake up first, before you eat.

[ and also so that he didn't wake up by himself. ]

Huh.

[ Well shit, he really slept. It didn't even feel that long, passing in the blink of an eye.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes and rakes a hand through his hair before he sits up. There's a temptation to lie right back down and take her with him, but she has a point: they should have dinner. ]

What are you making?

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