timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

It's very intensive.

[ she murmurs against his lips with a grin, returning the kiss with a soft laugh, threading her fingers through his hair lazily. there's not even really a want to go further, simply enjoying the peaceful and lazy exchange of affection.

( idly, she thinks to herself when the last time she slept with her husband, and she truthfully can't remember when they had longer than fifteen minutes to themselves. she really should get around to planning that weekend away . . . )

at any rate, kaz asked her a question, and she decides to shift closer, to be a bit more flush against him as she kisses him again, her voice quiet, amused. ]

At least sixty-seven pages long, it needs to be notarized twice, signed eighty-three times, with seven witnesses and a lot of lawyers . . .

[ and she presses a soft kiss to his jaw. ]

Your dream job, I think.

[ When her fingers thread through his hair, he sighs against her mouth. A happy sound, because it feels like it's been so long since they had time to do this. And he's always liked when she brushed his hair back.

Part of him wants a little more than that, to have her tug sharply. But he doubts they could get away with it. Perhaps they'll eventually convince Jesper and Wylan to take Ella for a day. Or get around to finishing that plan to have a weekend off.

Then again, he has a feeling most of that would be spent sleeping rather than doing anything else. It's been worth it, but he does miss sleeping with her.

Which is rekindled just a bit more when she presses closer. His fingers trace up a short ways on her back, drawing meaningless patterns. ]

Not enough threatening to be a real dream. [ Or perhaps that's built in, considering the lawyers involved. ] Would you even sign something eighty-three times?

[ He teases, returning another kiss, knowing full well she hates paperwork. ]

I would if it was for you.

[ she says with a quiet laugh, pressing forward with another kiss, this one a bit more insistent than the last, his fingers tracing along her spine. and she hums to herself before she decides to shift her weight a bit, lifting her legs to straddle his hips, pushing him (gently) onto his back.

it has been . . . awhile. and while inej isn't entirely sure how far they'll get, in exploring one another and enjoying each other's affection, she does know that she (1) likes kissing him from this angle and (2) feeling his weight beneath her hips. ]

Come here, paper pusher.

[ she murmurs, leaning down to give him a lingering kiss, grinning into it as she rests her hands against the mattress to stabilize herself.

offering a silent prayer to the saints that ella remains sleeping. ]

[ She presses a more insistent kiss to his mouth and whatever response he had crafted dies on his tongue. What does it matter, now that she's transferred her weight, straddling his hips? That small bit of interest blooms warmer and he brackets her waist with both hands.

Ghezen, he missed this. Even if it doesn't go much further, they haven't gotten to do this in a while. He leans into the lingering kiss, sliding his hands up her sides, bringing the fabric of her shirt up with the motion. So when he smoothes his hand across her back, it's bare skin he meets, a quiet exhale the indication he's enjoying this.

Not that she needs to hear it, they know each other well enough by now. But it does feel good to make it known, however silent they currently need to be.

Because so far, he doesn't even hear any fussing from Ella. Perhaps she really is sound. ]

If I wanted to push papers, I would've gone for a council position.

[ Horrifying. ]

Councilman Brekker.

[ it causes a soft laugh in her throat, relishing the feeling of his hands against her back as she kisses his cheek, then his jaw, dipping her head to press a kiss to his neck.

the idea is so ridiculous. not because kaz would be bad at the position, he would actually be very good at it. but because: ]

You would be bored.

[ she murmurs against his jaw. and, perhaps most importantly: ]

And I'm not a Councilman's wife.

[ being a housewife sounds horrifically boring and dull, and she would much rather continue striking fear into the heart of men with a baby on her hip, rather than sit around all day and wonder whether the gardener is going to pay her mind on this afternoon. ]

[ Hearing the title alone has him echoing her soft laugh with a huff of his own. Seriously, it sounded so stodgy.

Then again, he has other things on his mind, currently, as she continues kissing him; one each to his neck, cheek, and jaw. He can feel a more insistent tug under his skin to touch her. His head tips back as her mouth keeps going downwards, giving her some more space. ]

Too easy to bully. [ They've tried to play so many games with him over the years, none quite so successful as what he's managed to strong arm them into doing. That's even counting the couple of arrests. ]

Hm, no, you're not. [ And he says this with a note of satisfaction, knowing how much her reputation is feared. Usually beyond his own.

Besides, he can't imagine her as a typical housewife, doing needlepoint and waiting for her husband to come home. No, he much prefers this version of her– someone who knows exactly what she wants. He slides his hands up her back, fingers splaying over the wings of her shoulder blades, and then slipping down to trace along her ribs.

(The relative silence, thankfully, continues). ]

[ she hums to herself, at his comment, the feeling of his fingers along her ribs, and inej shifts to give him another gentle kiss against his lips, sighing to herself at the lazy affection.

she wants to keep going. but the lingering thought of ella waking up snakes around her, and inej hesitates for a moment before placing a kiss against the corner of her mouth. ]

Can we take a weekend away?

[ she murmurs, settling her arms across his chest to sort of lay on top of him, her hair falling over her shoulders. the movement entirely lazy, but nice, to be close. sometimes, it pays to be short. ]

She's old enough, isn't she?

[ The next kiss is gentle and the one after, hesitant. As much as he wants to keep going, he understands the reluctance. Getting interrupted by an unhappy child in the middle of things is not his idea of a good time.

But, this was nice. A little sliver of time they carved out for some much needed affection. Before she settles her weight on him, he kisses her cheek, tugging her shirt back down. Both hands end up laced together at the middle of her back, touching just because. ]

Yeah, probably. I think she'd be alright if someone looked after her.

[ As much as part of that makes him nervous, it would be good for her to be around people other than the two of them again. Inej's parents stayed for a bit in the beginning, but that was months ago.

There's also the matter of them getting some space. Or just sleep. Ella has gotten progressively less bad about resting, but the days have certainly stacked up. ]

Where to?

Anywhere.

[ in a sigh, comfortable as kaz loops his arms around her, his hands settling on her back. and after a moment or two of consideration, she scoots herself down just a hair in order to lay her head on his chest, just . . . folding herself in half to lay on top of him.

whatever. he can deal with it. she's comfortable. ]

We would have to stay relatively nearby . . . maybe we can go to one of the beaches.

[ rent a house for the weekend, near the ocean. . . . the rocky, cold ocean. she idly wishes they could go back to the villa they had stayed in for a month for their honeymoon, but ella would need to be older, to last the trip. ]

[ Honestly, this is really nice. Her weight is a comfortable one, though he isn't sure how this is comfortable for her, considering she's bent in half. But then, she is the flexible one. ]

There are some just outside of the city that aren't as rocky. [ Not that it means much here. Ketterdam has a fairly unwelcoming visage in a lot of spots. Well no, that's not strictly true—the weather in general isn't one associated with sunbathing. That in combination with his country's love of neutral colors makes it seem more dreary than it is. ]

We could go inland, some of the first fields would be blooming.

[ Not really any of the edible crops, but the flowers and some of the fruit trees. Possibly nicer to look at than the beach. Maybe. There is something nice about hearing the ocean. ]

[ she is perfectly comfortable, warm and content to lay there. she can see now why ella is so relaxed, just lying on kaz's chest like this. he's a comfortable spot to nap. ]

Either of those choices sound perfect.

[ tiredly, with a soft hum -- and inej is about to offer the fields, as her official vote, when she hears a gurgling noise, followed by a tiny fussing sound . . . a suspicious noise that usually means ella has spit the pacifier out, and is now both sleepy and upset about it.

inej lifts her head a bit before pushing herself up onto her hands to give kaz a wry smile, ducking down to give him one last gentle kiss before pushing herself up. ]

I think I need to be the one to get up.

[ quietly. seeing as she's on top of him, and all. ]

[ "Both" is not really an answer, but she's interrupted before she can go any further. There's some distinct fussing going on from Ella's direction, which probably means she lost her pacifier. It's probably next to her head, but she doesn't have the coordination to get it just yet.

Ah well, this was nice while it lasted. ]

Unless you want me to toss you. [ Which would definitely be an overreaction. He lets her go reluctantly, giving her one last squeeze before she gets up to make sure the fussing doesn't turn into screaming. ]

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