timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

[ She kisses his cheek and his smile lingers, feeling that small spark of happiness that such things have become so casual. And then she heads off to the bedroom, presumably to change or unbraid her hair. Or whatever it is she's going to do.

In the meantime, he gathers up their plates and silverware, as well as the dinner leftovers. The pie is wrapped back in its packaging and put away. And while she had told him to leave the dishes, he ends up doing them. They're scraped pretty clean so he doesn't have to worry about strange textures making his skin crawl. He sets them out on the drying rack and dries his hands off thoroughly, not wanting to touch Inej with damp fingers.

(Once, he's done that once. Never again).

Soon enough, he heads towards the bedroom, setting his cane aside and then putting his vest and tie away. Untucking his shirt, he sits on the bed and leans back against the pillows, letting out a long sigh. ]

[ she's beginning to realize she really has no exit strategy if this goes horribly wrong. but, you know. that's how most of these things are. besides, it's not as if this is new. she's wearing clothes, just . . . different ones.

she is overthinking it, inej decides, as she frowns to herself in the mirror. the long sheer robe covers most of her body. she still has control over when it comes off and on. and if anything bothers her, she can always just stop it.

so eventually, she peers into the bedroom to see kaz relaxing on the bed, relatively relaxed. and she steels her nerve with a quiet inhale before moving into the room, leaning over him slightly with arched eyebrows.

. . . and then slightly narrowed eyes as she scans him once more, to see his sleeves are rolled up, tiny (almost imperceptible) flicks of dampness on his shirt. backsplash from washing a plate, probably. all signs pointing to the fact that: ]

You washed the dishes.

[ rude. ]

[ As usual, his mind floats to some kind of scheme in the interim. This time, it's organizing his thoughts about Visser; what he knows and what he's going to need to know. What he can use for leverage and where to start if he doesn't have quite enough. It needs to be as airtight as possible. He doesn't want the councilman to squirm away somehow.

Of course, all of those thoughts get put out of mind when he sees Inej step out of the bathroom. Clad in—what is that, lace? His gaze is intent as she walks over, watching the delicate swish of fabric along her legs.

And, uh. Right. Dishes? He'd put those out of his head almost immediately. ]

I figured you needed time, it didn't bother me. [ He says distractedly, reaching over to touch the edge of the robe, the backs of his fingers brushing her thigh. The stitching is soft and he bites the inside of his cheek, momentarily resisting the urge to touch anywhere else. Because seriously, holy shit. ]

You—this looks good. [ More than, really. ]

[ ... well, it hasn’t backfired. but there’s still the matter of: ]

I told you it was my turn.

[ it’s more gentle chiding than anything else, as she moves closer, to gently take his face in her hands, frowning to herself. but her (admittedly mild) annoyance melts into a slight grin, running her thumbs over his cheeks. ]

I thought the color was nice.

[ black, that is. ]

It's usually your turn. [ They've struck a balance, mostly. She washes them off and he dries them to be put away. Occasionally—like today—he'll take up her part when he thinks it'll be safe. Usually when the plates are mostly clean to begin with.

But whatever, there's other more important things taking up his attention. ]

You were right. It's very— [ His gaze sweeps down and back up, as he settles a hand on her waist. The lace has warmed through, keeping him from making complete contact with her skin. Which is somehow even more tempting than usual, the cut of the garment accentuating her curves well. ] —dramatic.

[ There are some other words that come to mind, but he's still processing all of this. Sitting up, he tugs her down for a kiss, palm slowly running down her side, feeling out the stitched patterns. ]

[ she's tugged into a kiss, and she grins a little at his description. dramatic. she supposes that's true, as she returns the kiss, her hands still on his face as she shifts to straddle his hips, resting her knees on either side of him as she sits on his lap.

she then moves her hands, to press her lips against his cheek, murmuring: ]

The fact that it's usually my turn means you should know better.

[ should she probably let this go and focus on the task at hand, probably, but inej ghafa has never once surrendered an argument to kaz brekker that she felt had merit, and she doesn't intend to start now.

but she shifts to kiss his temple, then shifts to his neck. the movements all slow and purposeful, to give him time to let his hands wander, if he so chooses. the robe itself comes off pretty easily, but inej hasn't made a move to remove it, yet.

he seems to like how it feels, anyway.

but as she hums to herself, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt: ]

For someone who claims to like following orders, you're terrible at actually doing it.

I've done a lot of things I should've known better about.

[ Does that stop him? Absolutely not. Half of his schemes were borne from the question of whether something was viewed as impossible. Or at the very least, difficult. Most of the time, he's found a way through it.

Dishes were simple in comparison. Even if he senses that she isn't going to let it go.

Still, it's hard to concentrate on the argument when she's sitting in his lap and kissing his neck. He slides his hands up her thighs, fingers finding the strap of her stockings and tracing along the edge of it. Grinning to himself, he pulls it up and lets go, giving it a little playful snap. ]

Kitchen orders are different. [ It can't compare to her telling him to keep his hands to himself until she gives him permission. Or when she tells him exactly where to put his fingers. ]

[ oh, so it's like that.

she finishes unbuttoning his shirt as he begins to play with the straps of her stockings, and the snap against her skin doesn't hurt, but it does alert her to the fact that (1) his hands are wandering and (2) he's an annoying brat.

so she settles back a little on her heels, to undo the loose tie of the robe, shrugging out of it easily to reveal the actual outfit as the robe slips to the floor, tossed aside for another day. and she takes his face in her hands to gently press her lips against his, before murmuring: ]

I am just as capable of ending your life in the kitchen as I am here, so I wouldn't assume orders are different.

[ fool!!!! ]

[ She shrugs they robe off and while he misses the drape of it across their laps, the underlying result is. A lot.

His eyebrows go up incrementally as he takes in the sight. Because it really is a sight, black lace clinging to her curves, and part of the fabric cut out from her panties. He swallows hard, letting out a soft breath against her mouth, feeling suddenly flush all over. ]

Okay. [ It's definitely a weak response, any energy he had for an argument fleeing him as quickly as it had taken her to throw off the robe. ]

[ there's a chuckle, at his response, and she settles back slightly to look at him, her hands still on his face. amused, at his reaction. and she runs her thumbs over his cheeks again, head tilted. ]

Kaz Brekker, speechless.

[ she sounds positively satisfied, at that. ]

I don't think anyone in the Barrel would ever believe me.

[ though she is counting this as a win, over the dishes. because he clearly agreed that she was correct. ]

[ He leans into her touch, much like a cat about to purr. The swipe of her fingers is soothing, her palms warm, and it's something that settles the flush under his skin.

Well, not totally. It couldn't, with her still sitting in his lap. ]

They might, the Wraith's not known to be a liar. [ His hands come to her waist and he tugs her a little closer, giving her a crooked smile. Okay, fine, she won that argument. And he knows why she's adamant about it, because she's saved him from some pretty severe reactions in the past. His relationship with water is a tenuous one.

Sometimes, he can't help but push a little. Just to see if he can. Which has occasionally been very stupid. ]

True.

[ as she’s tugged closer, humming to herself as she runs her thumbs along his cheeks again. she still hasn’t heard that she’s right... but she’ll deal with that later.

she lowers herself to give him a kiss, murmuring against his lips: ]

I take it you like your gift.

[ amused, brushing his hair out of his eyes as she pulls away a little. ]

I had to have it custom made.

[ He returns her kiss gently, the stroke of her thumbs across his cheeks doing enough to take the immediate edge off. There's still a part of him that would gladly stop here and cuddle instead of doing anything else. Once he'd gotten used to touch and being pressed close to Inej, the desire to simply be close had surprised him.

But then, it probably wouldn't be very comfortable to spoon. Not in her outfit and not while he still had dress slacks on. ]

I do. [ Kaz traces the frilly edge of her bra with his fingers. ]

Well, you are... tiny. [ Just. In general. He finds it incredibly cute. ] I can't imagine they'd have something your size lying about.

[ It does go to show how good she is with secrets, since this had taken some planning. Getting sized and fitted is a process, after all. Leaning in, he brushes his lips across hers once and then again, a bit more insistent. ]

[ she’s a little curious how the moment is going to go. these types of excursions could end quickly, but kaz presses forward to kiss her, and she hums in approval, circling her arms around his neck to return it eagerly.

she should let him up so he can finish getting undressed, but instead she presses herself against him instead, sighing at the feeling. and she shifts to kissing his cheek, then his jaw, murmuring: ]

We should lay down.

[ but she doesn’t seem too inclined to do that. ]

[ It would be more satisfying, if he could get his pants off. But he does the same as her for a moment, pressing close despite the clothing in the way. Both his hands slide to skim down her back to her ass, giving it a little squeeze as he lazily rolls his hips up. ]

I suppose. [ He tilts his head, intent on capturing her mouth for another kiss. Or maybe a few.

By the time he pulls away, he's slightly out of breath, shifting just enough to trace his fingers up the inside of one of her thighs. Those same fingers lightly sweep between her legs, a soft groan working its way out of him as he feels along her folds. ]

[ his hands dip between her legs and she grins a little against his cheek, shifting her legs a little before dragging her lips along his jaw. ]

I thought you would like that.

[ whispered, as she catches him another kiss, though she catches his lip briefly between her teeth before pulling away to rest her forehead against his, dipping her hips against him. ]

[ There's always more to learn about a person. It's part of what interests him when they find themselves outside during meals. Watching the people go by, guessing what their personality was like based on what they wore, how they carried themselves.

But even more interesting is watching the people he's close to change. Grow up, in a lot of ways—it's almost hard to believe they'd been teenagers when they broke into the Ice Court. A dark humored mark against the Fjerdan security, if a bunch of teens from the Barrel could get past them.

Of course, he's been the most invested in seeing Inej come out of her shell. They both have, naturally, to have gotten this far at all. But she'd struggled more with intimacy, understandably. It's why he'd given her knives, why he'd shown her how to incapacitate a man in as few strokes as possible. So, he feels a little surge of... pride? Affection? When she goes out of her way to try something new. When she embraces being vulnerable like this.

Especially as she's clearly put some extra thought into it. Which doesn't really surprise him. And does, in the same breath. ]

Creative choice. [ He says, voice low and clearly affected. His fingers stop their teasing, petting in long strokes instead, licking his lower lip when she pulls her mouth away. After a few moments, he lets go of her, patting her thigh affectionately. ]

Let me get these off. [ Not only are his pants restrictive but now it's entirely too warm. ]

[ there's a soft noise, at the feeling of his fingers, and inej exhales into his hair, allowing her eyes to close to focus on the feeling . . . but just when she's beginning to really feel it, the sensation stops, his fingers absent, and a pat on her thigh indicating she should shift.

there is definitely something of a sigh (of the petulant nature) as inej carefully moves her legs to sit next to him properly, crossing her legs as she does so, resting her hands a bit behind her as she leans on the bed.

shamelessly just. watching. ]

Not as creative as you would think.

[ it's a Thing. ]

[ Her quiet noise definitely sends a small thrill through him. And he intends to get her to make more of them. Just...in a little bit.

Before he gets off of the bed, he skims his fingers along the length of her stocking, noting with amusement that she's crossed her legs. Watching intently.

So he does get up, shrugging his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. He leans one hand on the dresser to pull his socks off and then straightens, undoing his pants and carefully working them and his underwear both down his hips. Those get kicked away, to be dealt with later.

Then he's rejoining her on the bed, raking a hand through his hair before circled her ankle with his fingers, slowly massaging as they trail up. ]

[ his fingers begin to gently massage her leg and inej hums to herself softly, adjusting herself to unfold her legs, turning to drape her legs over his lap, watching him, amused. ]

I’ve always loved that.

[ murmurs; massaging her legs. mostly for practical reasons; it feels divine after a day or skipping over the rooftops of ketterdam.

and, a little more wryly: ]

Talented fingers.

[ Her legs come to rest across his lap and he doesn't skip a beat, strong hands working their way up in increments. He comes across a particularly stiff muscle right above her knee, fingers digging in to loosen the tension. ]

I don't know how you manage to get this tense after a day. [ Well, he does, really. Somehow it's still surprising how quickly it happens. Then again, the rooftops of Ketterdam were usually steep, so as not to collect rain or snow. And with that still being her preferred mode of transport, it ends with stiff muscles.

And a lap full of Inej, which he can't complain about in the least.

His thumbs hook under the stocking straps as he gets to her thighs, switching from massaging to simply touching as his palms run up to her hips. He leans over, kissing her jaw and then her neck, concentrating on sucking a mark onto her skin. ]

Picking up lingerie for you.

[ murmurs, watching him massage his fingers into her legs . . . because her way of the city is usually far faster than navigating the streets. but all of that moves out of her mind as he leans into her space, soon finding her neck, which causes a soft sigh as she pulls him closer, shifting her legs so he was

conveniently

between them, her arms around his neck as he sucks on hers, a hum of pleasurable approval sighing through her teeth. ]

Alright, fair point.

[ He says, grinning, hands starting to move up along her sides. Another mark, smaller this time, is placed alongside the first. And then he shifts back up to kiss the line of her jaw, tilting his head to press the last one to her mouth.

Leaning away, he takes in her outfit, which has a decidedly different appeal at this angle. Because like this, he can more clearly see the constructed opening in the panties. The sight of which has him flushing, just a bit, the color showing on his cheeks.

Then his hands dip back down as he pulls her a little closer, cock pressed to her folds as he lazily rolls his hips forward. ]

[ his attention to her neck causes her eyes to close, relishing the feeling. it's one of her favorite things, though she isn't really sure why. her skin is sensitive there, which is probably the reason, and she feels a particular wanting as he shifts his attention to her jaw, and then her mouth.

then, he's pulling her closer, and inej grins a little before she tugs him a bit closer, more properly on the bed as she leans back to have him properly over her, to pull him into a kiss. ]

I've been looking forward to this all day.

[ she says quietly, threading her fingers through his hair. ]

So I took the quick route home, after work.

[ hence the tension, but. you know. one good turn deserves another. ]

[ Soon enough, he's leaning over her, one arm keeping him propped up. Like this, he can still return her kiss, enjoying the press of her body under his. It's not usually a position he can hold very long, simply because of how much his legs are folded. And sometimes it's too much for Inej, who's had one too many men pin her down in a similar way.

For now, though, his leg doesn't bother him and she's grinning up at him, clearly comfortable. ]

Looked forward to rendering me speechless? [ Well, he can see why. It's not an easy task. He runs his hand up her side, eventually palming one breast through the bra, giving it a gentle squeeze. His hips roll forward again, cock sliding between her legs and just teasing, the hint of lace giving a different kind of friction. ]

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