timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

You nearly dropped me down three flights of stairs.

[ a bit flatly, though she knows kaz is going to argue the nearly to his grave, because she did not, in fact, get dropped down three flights of stairs. but as she's set down on the bed, she unfolds herself from around him easily, tilting her head back a little as he kisses her neck.

she hums to herself, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling, before she adds: ]

The only reason why you have a perfect track record is because of me.

[ as usual, she adds silently to herself, but best not to ruin the moment with an argument over ego. ]

[ A fair point, though he still stands by the fact it had only been nearly dropped, not actually dropped.

Granted, it had been Inej's quick reflexes that had stopped them both from toppling from near the top of the stairs. They hadn't done a repeat of that particular move afterwards, probably for the best. ]

And what would I do without you? [ He murmurs into the side of her neck, a bit of a cheeky smile pressed there. Reluctantly, he pulls away to set his cane aside before joining her on the bed, running his hands up her legs and leaning in for a proper kiss. ]

[ oh, he's in a good mood.

so she grins, returning the kiss in earnest, curling her fingers into the collar of his shirt to tug him properly on top of her, her back hitting the bed with a laugh before shifting to press her lips to his jaw. ]

Dead at the bottom of the ocean.

[ murmured, fingers brushing through his hair. ]

With cement blocks tied around your waist, probably.

[ He goes with her eagerly, using one arm to brace himself up. The other he sneaks a hand under the hem of her shirt, walking his fingers up along her side. At her kiss, he tilts his head, making an agreeing sound. ]

A likely possibility. [ The Black Tips certainly wouldn't mourn the loss. He'd say the same for the Razorgulls but their most recent leadership is more of a friendly rivalry than it has been in the past.

Which. Whatever, not important at all right now. Not when he could be thinking about other things, like kissing Inej. He presses another to her mouth and works his way down, shifting backwards so he can lift her shirt and kiss a line along her torso. ]

[ a certainty, really, inej thinks to herself, letting her eyes close at the feeling of his lips trail down her body. kaz is a capable person and more than capable of surviving on his own, but she always feels better when she's nearby. because while she knows the barrel is terrified of kaz brekker when furious, inej knows they're even more scared of the wraith.

the ghost in the dark, who is always watching, even when she's not there.

but similarly to kaz, inej pushes that thought of her mind, instead shifting her arms so she can get out of the shirt that kaz is pushing aside anyway. she manages to do so without distracting kaz from his mission, depositing the shirt off the side of the bed.

being flexible has perks. ]

[ At this point, he's seen her shirtless hundreds of times. And yet, it still gives him the same reaction—a mix of gratefulness that she trusts him and, well, the more obvious thrill that goes straight between his legs.

He works his way back up, cupping one of her breasts and brushing his thumb across the nipple. The other he drags his tongue over before he takes it in his mouth and sucks. In a bit, he's going to have to get his trousers off. But that's for later, when he isn't so preoccupied. ]

[ it’s been a difficult journey, to trust and vulnerability. but the rewards have been worth it, not just in being able to enjoy physical intimacy, but in confidence. in love, and trust, and appreciation of her own body.

so she exhales, at the feeling of his mouth and hands, a slow grin appearing as she relishes the feeling. ]

I’ve missed you.

[ she murmurs for the second time that day, combing her fingers through his hair. not really doing much in terms of movement or reciprocation yet. just soaking up the feeling, and the thrum of energy and anticipation working it’s way through her chest, pooling in her stomach. ]

[ Getting to this point hasn't been easy. The memories of either one of them having a violently ill reaction are still fresh and some days the queasiness still climbs up his throat. Those times are getting fewer and far between, seemingly triggered by less and less. Inej is making similar progress and he's careful about certain touches, especially if he's behind her.

But the fact is, a couple years ago they couldn't have even gotten this far. Not with her shirt off and with so little hesitation. ]

I missed you too. [ He says, glancing up at her before placing a single chaste kiss to her breastbone. Sleeping without her nearby had been difficult. And he'd missed all the little things throughout the day; her quiet laugh, the sassy remarks, her legs draped across his lap. A part of him had also missed this, having woken up from dreams the imitated more than a few memories, leaving him wanting someone hundreds of miles away. ]

Help me get these off. [ He tugs at the waistband of her pants once he sits back on his heels. ]

[ the word lazy is on the tip of her tongue, at the tug to her pants. surely he’s capable of removing them himself. but they are on a time limit, so inej supposes she should probably be a team player, as loathe as she is to rush anything.

so she unbuttons her pants and lifts her hips, sliding them down part way before using her legs to sort of shimmy them the rest of the way off. or mostly, because: ]

You are between my legs.

[ amused; he’s sort of in the way of finishing the job. ]

[ She takes care of the trickier part of getting them over her hips, at least. He does move out of the way momentarily, taking over where she stopped, dragging them down her legs and off. Much like her shirt, they're dumped over the side of the bed—they'll come back to that later.

To balance things out a little, he tugs his shirttails out and unbuttons it, shrugging the garment off. It lands somewhere on the floor, he isn't paying much attention. Because there are much more interesting things to focus on, like kissing a line up the inside of her thigh. And finally touching between her legs, his fingers lightly stroking up. ]

That's the general idea. [ To answer her earlier snark. This time, though, he does the work to tug her underwear off, easily lifting her hips up. Once they're off, he keeps her hips lifted a bit as he leans in, giving her entrance a slow lick. ]

[ she used to be so terrified of being like this, vulnerable and exposed. now, Inej just sort of watches him as he shrugs out of his shirt, almost about to make another affectionate comment before kaz decides to open his mouth.

it does cause a laugh to rise, as he kisses her thigh and then moves between her legs properly. the tail end of the laugh ends in a shaky breath, as she shifts her legs a bit to give him a little more room. and maybe roll her hips a little bit closer.

she thinks they have about thirty five minutes left before the food burns, though inej has already resigned herself to having to make eggs for dinner, knowing that the chicken is going to be a lost cause. ]

[ Her hips push closer and that's all the incentive he needs to keep going. It's the silent answer that yes, she's fine, she isn't going to disappear in the current moment. He affectionately slides his one hand down her leg to her knee and back up again, thumb digging in just a bit.

Most of his attention goes towards getting her off. Or at least putting her close to the edge, as a tease. Another lick follows the first, this one less of a test, and then another, tasting her from bottom to top. A groan gets muffled in his throat as he goes to suck her clit, feeling his trousers getting distinctly more uncomfortable.

(He'd wanted to do this when she got back in, but someone had been impatient). ]

[ Inej’s first thought after being away for so long really hadn’t been to drag him straight to bed. she had just been desperate to see him, and touch him, and hold him. but one thing had led to another and inej, honestly, isn’t even sure they had fully taken each other’s clothes off before they had finished.

once that was done, then they could catch up. properly. and she had been told (somewhat petulantly) that she had been impatient. she told him that she hadn’t heard an ounce of complaining, and that had been the end of that.

she’s fairly certain she’s paying for her impatience now, a breathy gasp escaping involuntarily as kaz decides that he’s apparently finished with being coy, her fingers curling into the strewn comforter of their bed before she manages: ]

Impatient—

[ — as her head presses back into the bed, breath catching. she’s usually not loud, in very much in life, but he’s threatening her to break her number one rule of keeping quiet if he keeps acting like that. ]

[ Really, he hadn't been complaining all that much when she'd first gotten back in. At the very least, getting dragged to bed had taken the edge off for them both, months of loneliness boiling over.

That hadn't stopped him from gently griping about not being able to eat her out. Because who is he if not a little greedy? It's difficult not to be in this instance, as he hears her breath catch. He flicks his gaze up, enjoying the sight of her head tilted back, the way her body's curved. And maybe he gets a kick from hearing her reactions. She's quiet everywhere else, after all.

One hand goes to blindly undo the front of his pants, sighing out against her at the bit of relief. He alternates between licking and sucking before adding his fingers to the mix, lightly rubbing her clit as he slides his tongue between her folds. ]

[ she doesn’t want to come soon, but it also cannot come fast enough. the addition of his fingers causes a hissed exhale, reluctant to allow anything close to a moan escape. why, inej has no idea. probably because the one time she had allowed such a thing to escape, she hadn’t been able to escape Kaz brekker’s arrogant smugness for at least a week.

but it’s quickly becoming a losing battle. her back arches just enough to roll her hips against his tongue, and instead of sheets, Inej’s fingers have found his hair. giving just enough of a tug to indicate that if he stops, she is going to be furious.

or, at minimum, his tongue had better be replaced with something else. ]

[ She is, perhaps, lucky that he's concentrating enough not to remark on the quiet hiss. Now she's wet enough that every swipe of his tongue comes away slightly slicker than the last, which only adds to the tension curling at the base of his spine.

When her fingers tug, he exhales a moan, mouth pressed close enough for her to feel it. Of course, he takes the hint, two of his fingers carefully sliding into her. He licks around his fingers as he pulls them out and pushes them back in, slowly continuing the pattern. His thumb traces along the outside and he goes to suck on her none too gently, clearly trying to get her to come. ]

[ inej can't really remember when kaz decided that he enjoyed doing this, but she knows it was a quick transition from figuring out what to do to deciding that this was something that he absolutely needed to do. she's not really sure why.

she has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with her reaction.

her back arches abruptly, at the feeling of his fingers, and inej exhales slowly. trying to control her breathing, to make it last a little longer, but her breathing escalates, becoming shallower. clear indications that she's closer.

she can feel the somewhat uncomfortable pressure building in her stomach, as her breathing gets quicker -- and suddenly, there's a tipping of the scales, a tumbling over the edge as she gasps -- rough, and ragged, and very unlike her, thank you very much, her fingers suddenly tightening into his hair as she rides through it.

no moaning. thank you very much. but pretty close, given she feels a little dazed. ]

[ It has mostly to do with her reaction. Like this, she's a little less controlled, hips pushing into the feeling and breath bitching as she gets closer. It sends a frisson of heat through him whenever she gasps, when her back arches, when her fingers curl tighter in their grip.

She lets out a slow breath and he knows it's her trying to stave off the inevitable. He keeps applying pressure, fingers rocking in at a curve. Soon enough, she's coming, muscles going taut and fluttering around his knuckles. Her sharp gasp is answered with a soft sigh and he carefully pulls his fingers out before giving her one last lick. Tilting his head, he presses his cheek to her thigh, letting her calm down. ]

[ there's a long, slow exhalation as she allows her body to relax. she can feel his cheek against her thigh, and her muscles twitch involuntarily at the contact.

it's her favorite part, really, of coming down from this particular high. there's a rush of adrenaline, elation, and then satisfaction.

soon, her breathing is under control (slow, even, purposeful), and she uncurls her fingers from his hair, relaxing totally into the mattress.

content, and comfortable. ]

[ She looks good coming down from the high—not that she ever looks bad, really. Her cheeks take on a particular flush and the unintended tension she holds slowly releases, leaving her totally relaxed. Idly, he smoothes his hand up and back down her leg, a soothing gesture.

When she finally lets him go, he carefully sits up and unfolds himself, sighing as he stretches out his bad leg. He sits next to her, reaching over to brush some of the hair sticking to her cheek away. ]

[ she opens an eye when she feels him settle next to her, her lips twitching upward as he brushes the hair off of her cheek. and, soon, she pushes herself up to sitting, leaning forward to slowly press her lips against his neck. ]

A little unfair.

[ she murmurs, pressing her lips to his neck again. she sounds a little dazed, still, but is at least kissing him with earnest. ]

Now what am I going to do with you?

Never said I'd play fair.

[ Besides, definitely worth it. Especially now to see her so loose limbed and a bit dazed. It's similar to how she is when she gets up sometimes—though he rarely catches her first getting up, since she usually wakes before he does. ]

Whatever you want. [ Carte blanche, as usual. He trusts he'll enjoy whatever it is. ]

[ she breathes a small laugh into his neck before she adjusts her legs, effortlessly moving to straddle his hips neatly. and she presses her lips against his jaw, the movement lazy as she lowers her hands to the waistband of his pants, undoing them a bit more. ]

Whatever I want?

[ she sounds amused, as she kisses his jaw again, resting on her knees. not quite resting on his lap, her knees against his hips. ]

I don’t think we have time for that.

[ He smiles a bit when she laughs, letting the soft sound wash over him. And then his eyebrows are going up in interest as she straddles him, pressing in for another kiss. Her hands drop and he doesn't quite catch the movement, only feeling her fingers along the waistband of his pants. ]

No? [ There's a deeper curiosity in the question, wondering just what that might be. ] I suppose we could bookmark it.

[ Just another thing for later. One of his hands settles on her hip, the other letting him lean back some, head tilting with the motion to give her more space to kiss. ]

We could.

[ a soft hum in agreement, as she undoes his pants a bit more fully, her fingers resting just against his stomach, inching past his waistband into his pants properly. ]

Is that what you want? To wait.

[ as she drags another kiss across his jaw. ]

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