timewasting | OPEN POST 2020.

I'm afraid I can't join you on the bed, because I can't move.

[ she points out, eyes bright as she leans up against him, letting her fingers trail along his back. enjoying the feeling of the looser shirt, his slightly mussed hair. he looks good, relaxed. ]

Someone is holding me hostage, because they are needy.

[ who that someone is, she has no idea, but they sound like a troublemaker, to be honest. ]

Hm, sounds like a problem.

[ And if there's one thing he's good at, it's providing solutions. This one has a simple fix, because they're close enough to the bed that he doesn't have to worry about trying to pick her up and possibly losing his balance.

No, he simply tugs her with him as he backs up to the bed. ]

Admittedly, they're very needy. [ He admits, pulling her down with him when he flops back onto the comforter. Whenever she situates, he nuzzles her neck and presses a light kiss on a spot he knows she likes. ]

[ ah, very smart. and she's tugged onto the bed next to him, comfortable as she watches him roll closer, nuzzling against her to kiss her neck, and a soft laugh escapes as she runs her fingers through his hair. ]

Apparently.

[ with a soft hum, at the very needy, and she dips her chin to press her lips to his forehead, content. ]

Good thing we are on vacation, and I can indulge your neediness.

[ He tilts his head a fraction as she runs her fingers through his hair, enjoying the light scratch of her nails. Kaz never thought he'd enjoy being petted, essentially, but here he is. ]

A very good thing. [ The words are muffled against her neck and broken up by a series of light kisses. His hand slides down her side, following the curve of her hip and stopping at her thigh. The skirt of her dress has ridden up, just a little, flipped up around her knee, and he's tempted to reach down to pull it up further.

But first: he kisses down her neck to her collarbones and her chest before moving back up, leaning over her a bit to brush a soft kiss to her mouth. ]

[ she lets her eyes close at the feeling of his lips against her neck, and her lips curve into a faint smile at the feeling of the kiss against her chest.

and, finally, his lips meet hers, and inej hums into the kiss, lazily looping her arms around his neck as she returns it slowly, warm and happy. ]

What do you do all day when we're apart?

[ she murmurs, kissing the corner of his mouth with a smile.

( she knows that he misses her, and he is immediately touchy (usually) whenever he comes home. and reluctant to let her go when she stops by the club for lunch. and she misses him whenever she also has a late night, staking out new leads, running slavers out of the ports. you don't quite realize how important touch is until you go years without it. ) ]

[ Their kiss is slow and gentle, sending a careful bloom of warmth through him. He likes this, when they take their time, sometimes working themselves up for more. And sometimes just enjoying it for what it is. His hand cradles the side of her face, thumb lightly tracing the curve of her cheekbone. ]

Miss you terribly and painfully. [ He presses his forehead to hers, eyes closed briefly. ] And then I work an obnoxious amount, according to Jesper.

[ Kaz has always taken to Dregs work with a flourish. It can be challenging, coming up with schemes to get them ahead. And in recent years, it's been expansion as well playing the political chess that the merchant council so desperately loves. It keeps him on his toes.

But there's always a slight edge underneath his work whenever Inej goes away. He takes on more so he doesn't have to think about her out on the merciless ocean. So he doesn't have to worry about what could happen to her.

It's why he's always a little more touchy whenever she gets back, reveling in her being alive.]

[ indeed, this is some of her favorite time spent with kaz, where they are lazy and comfortable and simply just enjoying each other's presence. and when he rests his forehead against hers, she grins a little, shifting her hands to his face. ]

An obnoxious amount. [ she murmurs, kissing him again, running her thumbs over his cheeks. ] What does that look like, compared to your usual work ethic?

[ because even now, she has chased him away from his desk during a late evening with a stern look and a lecture on how he needs to come to bed. ]

Ugly, really.

[ He stays up too often, logging those long hours and attempting to exhaust himself. Kaz knows he should take better care, but the anxiety he feels about her being gone is too much to simply not think of. If he lets himself think about it too much, he'll freeze up and proceed to get absolutely nothing done.

(Because he knows he's not good with loss, never has been. And he can't go through what he did with Jordie again. He just can't).

She's here, though, and they're all to themselves for a while. He's grateful, immensely so, something he tries to communicate when he kisses her again, long and gentle, his hand settling at the back of her neck. Eventually, he pulls away, tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth, and then taking her with him as he rolls onto his back. ]

Easily one of your best angles. [ Which is to say, above him. ]

[ she dislikes thinking of him like that, anxious and staying up all night to work just for the sake of working. it pulls at her, and makes her want to take away that feeling forever. and whatever that feeling is, it's clearly not haunting him now, as he kisses her, and tugs her soundly on top of him, with sparks a grin from inej.

one of her best angles. inej almost wants to know what her bad angles are, but she knows asking is only going to end in no answer at all.

instead, she settles herself soundly on his hips, her dress hitched up around her waist as she walks her fingers along his chest, ending in gently running her fingers along his jaw. ]

Lucky you that you never have to do that again.

[ work himself half to death, that is. her voice is a murmur, as she lowers herself for another kiss, humming softly into the motion, her hands finding his face. ]

Because I am not going anywhere.

[ not without him, anyway. ]

[ Her weight settles across his hips and he grins as she touches his chest, fingers eventually tracing along his jaw. And she's mostly right—ever since she's set up shop in Ketterdam, it's rare she has to go away. The rest of her crew takes care of such things as she pulls the strings and gets the information, directing them where they need to go. It's certainly been less stressful, knowing she's relatively safe. Or at least has two feet on dry land, rather than at the mercy of the ocean.

(Perhaps just one foot on occasion, knowing how she likes to leap from building to building.) ]

I know. [ He murmurs against her mouth, a smile pulling at the corner of his own. His hands slip down to her exposed thighs, fingers tracing up under her skirt. ] Who else would boss me about?

[ After all, she's always been the exception, it seems. ]

You should try being scarier.

[ her tone is a bit wry, her thumbs running over his cheeks. his hands are starting to wander, as they tend to do when you aren't looking at them. like the scheming little thief he is.

she shifts her attention to his cheek, his jaw, and then his neck, gently nipping at the flesh before kissing gently to soothe it over, murmuring: ]

I might boss you around less if you were.

[ she knows people in the dregs with a body count that is downright impressive, for the barrel, who actively try not to wet themselves when kaz brekker walks by. but she supposes she's always had a different view of him. meeting as they did. ]

I'll take it under advisement.

[ Though they both know she'll never fear him like the rest of Ketterdam does. Their history is too close and complicated. The first impression he'd left on her had been slightly stand-offish, but the second one neared the level of a knight in shining armor. Something like a savior, even if moving her to the Barrel and the Dregs hadn't exactly been paradise.

But then, she had bodily autonomy. No more sick and greedy hands trying to touch her because they paid to do so. ]

Maybe I like when you boss me around. [ Honestly, there's no maybe and they both know that. His hands wander some more at the thought, the tips of his fingers tracing the inside of where her thighs connect to her hips. She nips at his neck and it makes him squirm, just a little, letting out a hum. ]

[ indeed, it was always hard to reconcile the monster of the barrel with the image of the boy who had explained to inej how unfair her contract was, how the better deal was with him, and how patient he had been in guiding her out of the menagerie, when he really hadn't needed to do that at all. he had protected her, and defended her, and given her a pathway to escape . . . well, hell, to be honest.

kaz brekker was never going to be a monster, to her. ]

Do you?

[ with a soft laugh against his neck as he squirms a little. his fingers are straying dangerously close to her underwear, but inej makes no move to bat his hands away. instead, she presses a kiss to his neck again, before she settles back on his hips, beginning to lazily unbutton his shirt. ]

I hadn't noticed.

No?

[ Though he's well aware she's teasing, amusement coloring her tone. It's in the way her eyes curve, the quirk of her mouth. It makes him want to kiss her again, though he knows he'll have another chance. There's no need to rush it.

Instead, he traces along the waistband of her underwear, running a finger underneath the top. He dips his hand between her legs and rubs her gently through the cloth, feeling a familiar little thrill for through him at the contact. ]

Should I be more obvious? [ He tilts his head, questioning and mirroring her amusement. ] Something like— Inej, bully me and tell me to behave?

[ she continues to unbutton his shirt, the movement wholly unbothered and lazy . . . but then his hands wander a bit too far, and she pauses in her motions (though his fingers between her legs feels lovely) to catch his wrist with a hand. ]

Mm-mm.

[ a disapproving noise, as she shifts that particular hand to her thigh -- but it's clear, that inej is relaxed, and stopping him isn't anything to do with her memories, or with stress.

just -- well, as he puts it, telling him to behave.

once that is sorted, inej continues to unbutton his shirt, delicately opening it before lowering herself to press a kiss to his neck again, and then his collarbone. ]

I tell you to behave at least three times a day.

[ she murmurs, amused. ]

Mannerless delinquent.

[ Oh, so it's going to be like that. She pauses in unbuttoning his shirt and grabs his wrist, moving the hand from between her legs to her thigh instead. Kaz occupies himself with touching her legs then, skimming his fingers near the sensitive insides down to the back of her knees, touch as light and teasing as can be.

After all, she hadn't told him he wasn't allowed to touch. Just that she doesn't want him distracting her by touching certain places.

(Really, she hadn't said anything, but he knows what she means). ]

Three seems low. Besides, I did warn you I had no manners. [ He had been honest about that.

Shirt finally unbuttoned fully, he lets out a quiet sigh when she kisses his neck, head tilting back to give her more space. His interest grows a bit more as she goes lower, pressing her mouth to his collarbone, and he wonders where this is going.

Because he does have an inkling, but she was occasionally full of surprises. ]

Just because you warned me doesn't provide an excuse for your behavior.

[ she says pointedly, pressing another kiss to his sternum, humming to herself as she takes her time, pressing her lips in slow kisses in a seemingly random pattern down his chest, to his stomach. it means she has to move down off his hips a little, which moves her thighs . . . depriving him of one last thing. ]

You should avoid wearing a shirt more often.

[ she says, pressing a kiss to his stomach, with a warm expression in her eyes as she glances up at him. ]

In case you were taking opinions.

[ She keeps going lower, pressing kisses to his chest and eventually brushing one to his stomach, which makes him flinch instinctively. A normal reaction to being touched where he isn't usually.

Of course, that does mean she's had to move, so he can't tease his fingers along her legs any longer. Like this, he can touch the backs of her hands and he does, slowly tracing the delicate tendons and the curve of her knuckles. ]

Well, weather's good for it here. [ He muses, meeting her gaze with a faint bit of color in his face. It's always slightly embarrassing whenever she says things like that, despite him paying compliments to her frequently. ] You'll have plenty to look at.

[ the flinch causes her to pause for half a second, taking note of how he is feeling—-sometimes, sudden bad feelings rear their head, even now. but he’s relaxed and talking, and inej presses her lips to his stomach again, in a soft kiss, before she begins to undo his pants. ]

It is.

[ she agrees, regarding the weather, inching his pants down just enough so she can kiss lower still on his stomach, and then his hip, humming to herself. taking her sweet time, incidentally. ]

I want to make you feel good.

[ she murmurs, gently nipping at his hip as she runs her fingers lightly between his legs. ]

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[ The anticipation brightens the flush on his cheeks as she keeps dipping lower, kissing while she does. She's taking her time with it and he likes the soft touches, how it puts him on edge in a good way. His pants are tugged down just enough so he doesn't have to lift his hips just yet.

Which is good and bad. She's clearly out to make him squirm—only fair as that's his usual tactic with her. Her fingers trace so lightly that he shivers, letting out a quiet sigh as he feels his body start taking a clearer interest. ]

You always make me feel good. [ After all, he just likes when they're in contact. It's just satisfying, no matter what kind of touch it is. ]

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[ she grins a little at his comment before dipping down to press her lips right between his legs, over his pants, humming to herself as she eases the zipper down a little bit more. ]

I want you to feel more than good.

[ she amends. incredible, amazing. wrecked, half asleep. whatever word he wants to use, on this evening.

they have some vague plans tomorrow; there is a cove nearby with a small shopping area, little places to grab a drink and sit to watch the waves. there's also some historical aspect to it that inej had glanced in the brochure that she is certain kaz knows more about. they had agreed to go in the morning, after breakfast.

but, you know. inej doubts kaz will complain about skipping those plans if she proposes a more fun evening. and as she tugs his pants down a little bit more, she says: ]

Maybe I want to leave you asleep until noon.

[ or later, depending on how adventurous he feels like being. ]

[ The kiss is soft enough he can barely feel it between the layers of cloth. But really, contact is only part of the equation. Seeing her peel his pants down little by little with that grin on her face is... a lot.

So this time he does squirm, a slight shift in weight. They have some loose plans for tomorrow, things he was interested in seeing. A cove and its historical surroundings, something about a reef that's easy to spot.

But he can't deny the uptick of his pulse when she basically promises to leave him exhausted. Which means the cove will likely have to wait another day. Not a bad thing by any measure. ]

Gonna tire me out that much? [ It's not often she gets in this certain mood. He wonders what she'll do, since he can think of a few things that have achieved that effect in the past. Just thinking about it makes his pants feel a bit more restrictive and he wants to tug them off entirely.

He won't, but he wants to. ]

[ indeed, it isn't often she's in this particular mood. though she does prioritize him in everything that they do together -- it's just that kaz tends to be happiest when he's focusing on her. which suits her just fine, but every once in awhile, she really just wants the attention to be on him.

like now. after a day in the sun, and a romantic dinner, and the whole day spent just enjoying each other's company, and how he had indulged her choice in honeymoon destination, and tolerated stepping into the ocean for her. he deserves an entire night spent just about him. ]

Mmm, maybe.

[ thoughtfully, as she rests her chin on his stomach, looking at him with a slight grin as she tugs his pants down a little bit more, fingers dipping against the waistband of his underwear. soon, she'll need him to lift his hips, but she's comfortable. and it isn't as if they're in any real rush. ]

If you want me to, anyway.

[ as she dips her head to kiss his stomach again. ]

I'll need to get out of this dress, if that's the case.

[ It took them some time to figure out individual wants. What made each of them feel good or what made touching less daunting—especially in the beginning. Some of that has carried over, though they're well past those early days where everything was a struggle.

Since then, he's found he usually likes to get her off. Whether with his fingers or his mouth, it gave him enough pleasure that she wouldn't even have to touch him. But every now and again, there was a deeper itch he liked to have scratched and she's offering to do just that.

So he responds with a grin as he tilts his hips into her touch. ]

Yes and yes. [ He'll miss the dress, since it looks so cute on her—especially with the skirt rucked up—but he can't complain about seeing her stripped down. ]

[ his agreement is quick, and inej laughs against his stomach before she straightens up to slide back up onto his hips, ducking down to give him a long kiss, murmuring against his lips: ]

Then I need to get ready, and so do you.

[ before she gently kisses his forehead to slide off of him, getting up to begin undoing her dress, and to go through one of the many bags they brought along on their trip.

she trusts he'll get himself out of his pants. or, at least, the rest of the way, while she gets ready. it takes time, to put all of this together. at least she's used to buckling belts and straps against her form; she can do it pretty quickly. ]

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