timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

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. ]

[ this part is getting much easier, now that she's figured out how to switch their spots relatively quickly. it's really just a matter of communication, and unlearning, and figuring out what makes her feel safe. and disconnecting the bad memories and replacing them with the good, because while she's been hurt in this position before, kaz would never hurt her. not on purpose, anyway.

what she hadn't really expected was how the clothing causes her own skin to feel more sensitive; the sensation of the lace against her body as she moves against him causes an odd prickling to run over her, in the most pleasant way. and as he rolls his hips against hers and his hand finds her chest, inej exhales in a soft laugh, catching his face in her hands so she could kiss him, arching her body up against his.

once she does that: ]

I do like leaving you speechless.

[ murmured, rolling her hips up against his again. ]

It's one of my favorite hobbies.

[ Her touch is both soothing and electrifying. The way she cradles his face makes him feel a swell of affection, causing him to smile into the kiss. And of course, her hips meeting his sends a curl of heat through, a low sigh escaping him.

His forehead presses to hers, eyes closing as he angles his hips to rub against her clit. ]

You do it all the time. At least once a day.

[ Not as easy to tell, because he's usually already silent. Working on papers or reading. Or he'll poke his head into her room upstairs, watching her happily go through whatever exercise she's chosen that day.

Pulling away a bit to catch her gaze, he quirks another smile, almost shy. ] You're so beautiful, I forget my words.

[ a soft gasp escapes as he presses her forehead against hers, and inej is about to tilt her head up for a kiss when he pulls away just enough to look at her. and her brow furrows slightly, confused at why he was pulling away, before his words sink in.

the concept of being loved died, once she was taken. and it got worse, once she clawed her way out of the menagerie, and became the wraith. being unlovable was just part of who she became. and it's been a difficult journey, in accepting that she's loved, and cared for, and wanted, for things outside of what she's capable of doing. it's hard to accept a genuine compliment, sometimes, but she's getting better.

so her expression softens a little before she pushes herself up for a gentle kiss, slow and meaningful, before she settles back into the pillows, eyes bright. ]

I love you.

[ it's said simply, running her thumbs over his cheeks. and she wrinkles her nose, before she grins a little, expression a little mischievous. ]

Even when you grind my last nerve.

[ probably especially then, if she's honest. ]

[ It's taken him a lot of work to say things like this to her. Not because he didn't think she deserved it. Quite the opposite—she deserved to hear it as often as possible. A constant reminder that there are people who care about her.

But if there was anything the Barrel was particularly good at, it was quashing any sense of vulnerability. Ketterdam was a harsh place, driven by greed, and the Barrel was all of its worst parts in combination. He'd learned to survive by shoving down the softer parts. The ones that wanted to break down and cry when it got hard. Tears, he'd known, would never do anything for him here.

So, unlearning it all had been an equally as difficult process. Worth it, though, to see her face light up. He kisses her nose as she wrinkles it, mirroring her grin when he pulls away. ]

Good thing you're so forgiving, as that seems to happen often. [ Not nearly as often as before. Still.

He sits back on his heels, fingers tracing along her collarbones and then lingering as he cups her chest, thumbs sweeping along the scalloped edge of her bra. His hips rock forward as he slowly grinds against her, occasionally teasing right at her entrance. As tempting as it is to slide in, he likes this lazy sort of pace. ]

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[ the kiss to her nose earns a laugh, and she tips her hips a bit, trying to get that much closer, particularly as he teases her. a hand catches his wrist as he explores her chest, and inej runs her thumb around his palm, her breath catching as he teases her entrance again. ]

Forgiving...beautiful...

[ a hum, as she kisses his palm. ]

Keep going.

[ patient better be on the list, with how he’s taking his sweet time. ]

[ Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, trailing back down to her neck. ]

Intelligent. [ Another kiss. ] Dangerous. [ And another, this one ending with a nip at the skin. ]

Patient— [ In spades, really. He blindly reaches a hand down, guiding his cock as he slowly starts to push in. ] —most of the time.

[ No, he hasn't forgotten when she first got back. ]

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