[ There's a pinched expression on his face as she pulls her ankle carefully out of his grip. Now that the lid is off on the worries, they're running rampant, the thorn of insecurity sharp in his chest. It's fighting as he tries to just breathe and get it under control. Acknowledge the thoughts and dismiss them with the reality.
She's here, with him, and has been for a while now. He doesn't see that changing, despite the niggling doubt that's trying to convince him otherwise. More of it is erased as she cups his face, the touch so familiar and frankly, welcome amidst the swirl of negative thoughts. ]
I—yeah. [ He loosely grasps her wrists, thumbs settled on the backs of her hands as he gives her a frail smile. ] Who would make fun of me for grass pancakes?
[ as she presses her forehead to his briefly, eyes bright. she dislikes that frail smile, though. something is still clinging to him, and she can tell that whatever nasty voice in his head is telling him she could leave is still speaking. ]
If you asked me to marry you, right now, I would say yes.
[ she says it easily, pulling away so she can look at him, earnest. ]
And before you allow this -- [ and she shifts upwards, to press her lips against his forehead in a kiss ] -- to run rampant and drive you into a panic, you do not need to ask me anything, ever. But I am staying at your side regardless.
[ anxiety be damned. there is no one else, but him. which should feel scary, or daunting, but instead, inej just feels warm. centered, focused, and whole. ]
[ Bit by bit, it's reassuring. Or rather, it's something to focus on instead of the swirling negative thoughts. Which sort of amounts to the same thing, because she keeps talking and it gets him out of his head.
And well, the surprise of her statement is enough to bring his mind to a halt. The shock definitely shows on his face, eyebrows climbing up towards his hairline. It's not a bad thing, certainly not. Once it really sinks in, a slow flush works its way onto the tips of his ears. There's a flash of a distracting thought: Inej in a wedding dress, and that's doing wonders to wave away the anxiety.
Most of it anyway. Since she is right, there's the start of a fresh wave of nerves because that's commitment, which he isn't necessarily afraid of. But it's also planning and things he hasn't done or thought of for more than an idle moment. Taking a slow breath in, he loops his arm around her middle, tugging her in a bit for a hug. ]
Okay. [ He can believe her, in this moment. And hopefully it will stick, despite the curling doubts that occasionally make themselves known. They've been mostly dispelled–her admission had been a lot. ]
Have I said I love you today?
[ The words are murmured against her hairline, his cheek pressed to her hair. Saying those words in the beginning had been terrifying. And to some degree, still is. Even with years of being with Sofia and Tomassen, he's always been reluctant to say how he feels. It's too exposed, vulnerable. Things that had gotten him and Jordie in trouble.
But she deserves to hear it and know it. And sometimes, it's overwhelming enough he can't keep it in, as it is now. ]
[ he all but tugs her back into his lap, and inej allows herself to get comfortable, soaking in the comfort and the feeling of his arms around her waist. ]
Once or twice.
[ she says quietly, resting her head easily against him, tucking herself a bit more comfortably underneath his chin. he tends to be more reserved with his verbal displays of affection, and inej knows part of the reason why. but he shows it in other ways that she understands. it fills her with a ridiculous amount of joy, when he finds her hand to hold while they wait in line for a movie, or when he absently plays with her hair without realizing it.
his love language is different, and still developing. so is hers. she's more than willing to be patient. ]
Feel better?
[ she asks after a moment, letting her fingers run along the sleeve of his shirt, smoothing out a wrinkle that was no doubt caused by her. ]
[ He's glad she's letting him tug her closer. Something about her weight and physical proximity puts him at ease. Such a strange thing to think because for so long he hadn't wanted to be touched at all. It's always a bit startling, in the back of his mind, how far he's come to want something like this. ]
Well, I love you. [ Because she could always use another verbal reminder. They sit like that for a bit, her head tucked under his chin as he physically reminds himself to relax. The tension slowly bleeds out of his shoulders as she fiddles with his sleeve. ]
Yeah.
[ There's still a small swirl of bad thoughts but they're not actively spiraling. Easy to dismiss, instead of being full blown panic or anxiousness. He gives her a squeeze with the arm looped around her middle before letting her go so she could get back to her dinner. ]
Too bad this isn't conducive to eating.
[ Not enough space for movement. But, he supposes, they'll have time to be close after. ]
[ she can feel him relax, and while part of her feels slightly bad for causing him to feel anxious, she knows dragging the thoughts out of his head helps. at least then she can help him navigate them, instead of letting them fester inside his head, making their way throughout his body to settle in his heart.
he is right, though, in that they can't exactly eat dinner with her sitting on him like that. she isn't quite ready to move, though, tilting her head back to press her lips against his jaw. ]
It isn't, no.
[ somewhat ruefully, pressing a final kiss to where his jawline meets his neck, sighing to herself as she shifts to move, sliding herself back onto the couch proper, and off of his lap.
she does keep her legs mostly in his lap, though, as she tilts backwards to collect her food. ]
And I love you, too.
[ she adds, scooping up a forkful of rice, with a warm smile in his direction. the sooner she finishes eating, the sooner she can return to sitting in his lap. or whatever else he has planned for the evening. ]
[ If he weren't so hungry, he'd be tempted to just let dinner go by the wayside for a bit, to follow up on the kisses she gives him. And to hold her a little longer. But they both need their meal, especially as he always gets told he eats like a bird.
He'd disagree, but that's because he's seen Lizabeta eat when she's on a tear.
They pick up where they left off with just a bit of conversation peppered between. He asks how she wants to answer the organization and potentially when, so they at least have some timeframe to pitch for a later meeting. When they finish up, he cleans up the containers, sticking leftovers in the fridge. He stops briefly on the way to the bedroom by Lizabeta's cage, giving her little head pats before draping her night time sheet over, letting her start her rest.
In the bedroom, he feels a bit more tension leak away as he undoes his tie and vest, mentally dropping his work day in the process. ]
Still up for trying something different? [ And well, to be made up to. Because he did tease her earlier. ]
[ he is very attached to that little bird, as he volunteers to get her ready for bed. inej lets him, drifting into their room as she gets ready for bed . . . of sorts, anyway. she undoes her hair and is about to find pajamas when he comes into the room, undoing his tie and asking her the question.
ah, right. his grand idea. ]
Hmmm...
[ it's a drawn out noise, thoughtful as she crosses the room, lazily looping her arms around his waist . . . only so she could untuck his shirt a bit. being helpful, as she smooths her hands down his sides to rest against his hips. ]
[ She's already got her hair down as he starts to undress and he admires the motion of it as she comes over. It catches a bit of the light from the table lamp and he's tempted to run his fingers through it.
Which...nothing is really stopping him, aside from it being a strange angle to do it at. And he is a bit distracted by her hands untucking his shirt and then settling on his hips. ]
I want to get you off. [ Somehow he manages that without going bright red. That isn't to say he's completely free of color–there's a faint bit on his cheeks.
But it's out there, for her decide whether she wants to try it or not. They've made some attempts in the past, but both of their issues have cropped up. Usually hers first, when she feels his fingers. ]
And I have an idea that might work for both of us.
[ He isn't going to tell her the kind of research he ended up doing for this. That's just too much. ]
[ the bluntness causes her eyebrows to raise, just a little. not offended or put off by the statement, but surprised that he's so straight forward. though maybe she shouldn't be. he tends to just spit it out when he's nervous.
her fingers tug the end of his shirt a bit before her fingers move to the buttons, lazily unbuttoning a button at a time. ]
Do you?
[ she's curious, truthfully, on what he's come up with that would manage to avoid upsetting either of them. though, by the time she's finished unbuttoning his shirt, inej curls her fingers into the fabric, tugging him a bit closer with a slight grin. ]
Show me.
[ if it fails, it fails. she's long since learned that nothing ventured means nothing gained. ]
[ Okay, maybe that had been a little forward. Sort of normal, because he does fluster a bit when they start talking about more intimate things.
But it's better if she's more mentally prepared for what might be coming. They've both figured out real surprises in the bedroom just don't work for them.
She seems to be thinking it over, unbuttoning his shirt methodically as she does. It builds a sense of anticipation. Even if she doesn't agree, he wants so badly to kiss her. He will, in a moment, when he won't be interrupting her thoughts. ]
Okay. [ A grin lights up his face and he curls an arm around her middle, easily picking her up to set her on the edge of the bed. And then he's leaning in to press a soft kiss to her mouth, one hand cupped against the side of her neck. ]
[ the grin causes her to completely buy into whatever idea he is considering, and she's about to push herself up onto her toes for a kiss when he lifts her up. a laugh escapes, muffled against his lips as her hands find the edge of the bed to catch her balance. ]
Eager.
[ she murmurs, shifting to curl her fingers into his shirt again, returning to kiss him again, shifting her lips to the corner of his mouth so she can speak. ]
You are going to have to tell me what to do.
[ she sounds amused, at the thought, sliding her hands into his shirt to touch skin, fingers tracing down his chest. ]
[ Eager? Definitely. He smiles into the kiss when she laughs, the sound making him warm all over. ]
Yeah, yeah. [ It'll be weird, directing, but they're not going to get very far without him saying anything. ] Take your bottoms off and lie back.
[ Sounds so risqué. Whenever she relinquishes her hold on his shirt, he shrugs it off and joins her on the bed, kissing her cheek partly from nerves but mostly from affection. ]
[ well, he does instruct her a little bit, which only tugs at her curiosity. she removes her hands from his shirt (a bit reluctantly, though he does get rid of it fairly quickly after). she turns her attention to her own clothes, pushing the leggings she had been wearing off of her hips easily, though she leaves her underwear. for now, anyway.
she suspects whatever he has in mind will require their removal, but some things inej likes having him do.
she turns her head into the kiss on her cheek slightly, a slight grin appearing before she lets herself fall back on the bed, a comfortable sigh escaping. he truly always had such a comfortable bed. ]
Alright.
[ easy enough, reaching out to trace a finger down his arm, amused. not used to taking direction from him, particularly in this area. ]
[ She looks good like this. Which is to say: comfortable, a smile curving the line of her mouth, her hair all fanned out on the pillow. Of course her not wearing pants is an attractive thing, too. But that's secondary to seeing her warm expression. ]
Tell me if you want me to stop.
[ He kisses the corner of her mouth and then kisses her fully, one hand sliding down her side. Carefully, he presses a line of kisses down her neck and to the bare peek of a collarbone where her shirt's gone askew. Lifting the hem of her shirt, he kisses her stomach and peers up, silently checking to make sure she's ok. Tugging her shirt up can be hit or miss. ]
[ she hums into the kiss, agreeing with his request - that she'll let him know if she wants to stop. his lips trail lower as he shifts down her body, tugging up her shirt a little bit. and inej pushes herself up onto her elbows just enough to offer him a warm smile, as he checks to see if she's okay.
she is - though her mouth presses into a thin line as he kisses a little lower, and as his lips brush right above the waistband of her panties, inej hums -- and squirms, just a little, until a sudden laugh escapes.
she's starting to understand what he wants to do, but getting around being ticklish in a very inconvenient spot is a problem. ]
[ So far, so good. She's still fairly relaxed, the only tension coming from her sitting up a bit. There's a reassuring smile angled towards him though and he knows it's ok to keep going.
So he does, brushing a kiss on her lower abdomen and getting a startled laugh as she squirms. Aha. He grins and does it again, amused by her reaction. Though he won't torture her with prodding her tickling spot too much. Eventually, he does tug her underwear down over her hips, helping to get them off entirely.
And well, may or may not set her off on more giggles as he continues kissing a line down from her navel. Though he skips to kiss up the inside of her thigh before he brushes his mouth between her legs. ]
[ the (purposeful) ticklish kisses cause a little more squirming and a huff of (faux) annoyance, though the squirming soon stills as his lips trail along her thigh. there's a curl of anticipation forming in her stomach, though inej thinks it's different, than her normal anxiety around things like this. she doesn't feel panicked, or nauseous -- a normal kind of nervous.
she's about to say so, that she's fine, when his ministrations turn to between her legs. and there's a sudden jolt of warmth that races through her, climbing up her spine and escaping in a soft gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric of the comforter. it's a light touch, barely nothing, but enough for her to realize (in something of a daze) that she feels fine.
better than fine, really. good.
she relaxes back against the bed, willing herself to relax, a slow breath escaping. in the back of her mind, inej wonders how he got the idea to do this in the first place. but that thought is quickly overridden by the fact that she wants him to keep going. ]
I'm okay.
[ she murmurs, feeling . . . tense, maybe? she isn't sure. but she doesn't want him to stop. ]
[ There's a bit more squirming as he teases her and he smiles when she huffs at him, amused by her faux irritation. Soon enough though, she stills, as if waiting or on the edge, anticipating. The gasp that comes out when he brushes his mouth between her legs is incredibly gratifying; he feels a similar jolt of warmth. ]
Okay. [ Good, that's good. She relaxes again, letting out a slow breath and he takes that as a signal to keep going. He brushes his mouth against her again, just another little touch. But he follows up with more contact, drawing his tongue over her folds. It's a bit light, experimental almost, wanting to make sure she can get used to it. Or so he isn't surprising her so much.
But he has to admit, it keeps up the warmth under his skin, even with so little. ]
[ it's bizarre, really, as inej relaxes into the mattress. every memory she has of intimacy is an awful one. certain clients stand out more than others. the ones that specifically requested her were usually the most repulsive. none of them cared about how she felt, and inej remembers how disgusted with herself she felt, if her body reacted outside of her control. it was always something she loathed.
it was always violating. it usually hurt. most of them wanted her to be submissive and obey their every wish, and buy into the fantasy of the obedient suli girl that would do whatever was asked of her.
it isn't that way with kaz, though. she can't remember a single time that kaz had ordered her to do something. even if he asks her to do something, it's rarely, and with great thought. even now, when he's in control, inej knows that the control really lies with her. if she asked him to stop, he would stop, without hesitation. he would take care of her if she needed him to.
so when he presses forward, and explores her further with his tongue, she expects to feel anxiety, or panic. but instead, all she feels is warmth, and an involuntary groan escapes her as she presses her head back into the mattress, letting the feeling wash over her.
maybe relaxing and letting it happen isn't so bad after all. ]
[ She doesn't flinch at the different touch, though he waits out her reaction just to be sure she's doing alright. Because sometimes she just went silent and slowly locked up, almost paralyzed by bad memories–he knows exactly how it feels. And how it can creep up, that slow sinking dread. Like ink dropped into water, spreading and muddying.
Instead, he gets a low groan from her as she tilts her head back, pressing herself into the mattress. Well then, that's a good sign, isn't it? She might as well have said "keep going". So he does, repeating the same motion and carefully petting one hand along the outside of her thigh. There's one more lighter touch and then he's lapping at her more fully, tongue flat against her folds. He echoes her groan from earlier, face feeling hot from both nervousness and arousal.
And maybe a little bit from victory, however small. ]
[ the hand on her thigh is reassuring, and warm. her muscles twitch underneath the touch, and her breath catches as his tongue moves against her. but it's not the touch, necessarily, that causes a jolt of electricity to run down her spine, but his groan.
he seems to be enjoying this, too, and inej forces herself to uncurl her fingers from the mattress, trying to focus on breathing. but it seems to be almost out of her control. her breathing is shallow, a somewhat uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in the pit of her stomach.
something about not being able to control her breathing causes a spark of anxiety in her chest, and inej almost tells him to stop -- but it feels too good to really stop.
maybe surrendering control wasn't such a bad thing. allowing herself to enjoy it isn't a bad thing, either. and she's in her own bed, in her own apartment, with someone that she loves beyond sense and reason. there was no reason to be afraid of not being in control around him.
so she surrenders, and instead of pushing him away, inej threads her fingers through his hair, letting her exhale turn into a soft moan as he continues to move his tongue over her. ]
[ His heartbeat feels wild, a fast thrum in his ears. It's the only thing taking up his hearing aside from the sounds she's making—those soft moans and hitched breaths. And while he's certainly focused in the moment, there's a hazy sort of film over his concentration. Like looking through a window with frosted glass. Everything else has fallen away and this moment draws in sharp, especially when she pushes her fingers through his hair and holds.
He lets out another groan, echoing hers from moments before, blowing out a slow breath between her legs. His hands slide up to her hips, palms warm as he carefully drags them along the outside of her thighs. There's a familiar and niggling pressure curling at the base of his spine as he moves his mouth, tongue continuing to drag against her. Incrementally, he licks upwards, adding a bit more pressure when he gets to her clit. After, he flicks his gaze up as he takes as much of her in his mouth and sucks, more warmth pooling in his middle as he does. ]
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She's here, with him, and has been for a while now. He doesn't see that changing, despite the niggling doubt that's trying to convince him otherwise. More of it is erased as she cups his face, the touch so familiar and frankly, welcome amidst the swirl of negative thoughts. ]
I—yeah. [ He loosely grasps her wrists, thumbs settled on the backs of her hands as he gives her a frail smile. ] Who would make fun of me for grass pancakes?
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[ as she presses her forehead to his briefly, eyes bright. she dislikes that frail smile, though. something is still clinging to him, and she can tell that whatever nasty voice in his head is telling him she could leave is still speaking. ]
If you asked me to marry you, right now, I would say yes.
[ she says it easily, pulling away so she can look at him, earnest. ]
And before you allow this -- [ and she shifts upwards, to press her lips against his forehead in a kiss ] -- to run rampant and drive you into a panic, you do not need to ask me anything, ever. But I am staying at your side regardless.
[ anxiety be damned. there is no one else, but him. which should feel scary, or daunting, but instead, inej just feels warm. centered, focused, and whole. ]
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And well, the surprise of her statement is enough to bring his mind to a halt. The shock definitely shows on his face, eyebrows climbing up towards his hairline. It's not a bad thing, certainly not. Once it really sinks in, a slow flush works its way onto the tips of his ears. There's a flash of a distracting thought: Inej in a wedding dress, and that's doing wonders to wave away the anxiety.
Most of it anyway. Since she is right, there's the start of a fresh wave of nerves because that's commitment, which he isn't necessarily afraid of. But it's also planning and things he hasn't done or thought of for more than an idle moment. Taking a slow breath in, he loops his arm around her middle, tugging her in a bit for a hug. ]
Okay. [ He can believe her, in this moment. And hopefully it will stick, despite the curling doubts that occasionally make themselves known. They've been mostly dispelled–her admission had been a lot. ]
Have I said I love you today?
[ The words are murmured against her hairline, his cheek pressed to her hair. Saying those words in the beginning had been terrifying. And to some degree, still is. Even with years of being with Sofia and Tomassen, he's always been reluctant to say how he feels. It's too exposed, vulnerable. Things that had gotten him and Jordie in trouble.
But she deserves to hear it and know it. And sometimes, it's overwhelming enough he can't keep it in, as it is now. ]
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Once or twice.
[ she says quietly, resting her head easily against him, tucking herself a bit more comfortably underneath his chin. he tends to be more reserved with his verbal displays of affection, and inej knows part of the reason why. but he shows it in other ways that she understands. it fills her with a ridiculous amount of joy, when he finds her hand to hold while they wait in line for a movie, or when he absently plays with her hair without realizing it.
his love language is different, and still developing. so is hers. she's more than willing to be patient. ]
Feel better?
[ she asks after a moment, letting her fingers run along the sleeve of his shirt, smoothing out a wrinkle that was no doubt caused by her. ]
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Well, I love you. [ Because she could always use another verbal reminder. They sit like that for a bit, her head tucked under his chin as he physically reminds himself to relax. The tension slowly bleeds out of his shoulders as she fiddles with his sleeve. ]
Yeah.
[ There's still a small swirl of bad thoughts but they're not actively spiraling. Easy to dismiss, instead of being full blown panic or anxiousness. He gives her a squeeze with the arm looped around her middle before letting her go so she could get back to her dinner. ]
Too bad this isn't conducive to eating.
[ Not enough space for movement. But, he supposes, they'll have time to be close after. ]
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he is right, though, in that they can't exactly eat dinner with her sitting on him like that. she isn't quite ready to move, though, tilting her head back to press her lips against his jaw. ]
It isn't, no.
[ somewhat ruefully, pressing a final kiss to where his jawline meets his neck, sighing to herself as she shifts to move, sliding herself back onto the couch proper, and off of his lap.
she does keep her legs mostly in his lap, though, as she tilts backwards to collect her food. ]
And I love you, too.
[ she adds, scooping up a forkful of rice, with a warm smile in his direction. the sooner she finishes eating, the sooner she can return to sitting in his lap. or whatever else he has planned for the evening. ]
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He'd disagree, but that's because he's seen Lizabeta eat when she's on a tear.
They pick up where they left off with just a bit of conversation peppered between. He asks how she wants to answer the organization and potentially when, so they at least have some timeframe to pitch for a later meeting. When they finish up, he cleans up the containers, sticking leftovers in the fridge. He stops briefly on the way to the bedroom by Lizabeta's cage, giving her little head pats before draping her night time sheet over, letting her start her rest.
In the bedroom, he feels a bit more tension leak away as he undoes his tie and vest, mentally dropping his work day in the process. ]
Still up for trying something different? [ And well, to be made up to. Because he did tease her earlier. ]
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ah, right. his grand idea. ]
Hmmm...
[ it's a drawn out noise, thoughtful as she crosses the room, lazily looping her arms around his waist . . . only so she could untuck his shirt a bit. being helpful, as she smooths her hands down his sides to rest against his hips. ]
What did you have in mind?
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Which...nothing is really stopping him, aside from it being a strange angle to do it at. And he is a bit distracted by her hands untucking his shirt and then settling on his hips. ]
I want to get you off. [ Somehow he manages that without going bright red. That isn't to say he's completely free of color–there's a faint bit on his cheeks.
But it's out there, for her decide whether she wants to try it or not. They've made some attempts in the past, but both of their issues have cropped up. Usually hers first, when she feels his fingers. ]
And I have an idea that might work for both of us.
[ He isn't going to tell her the kind of research he ended up doing for this. That's just too much. ]
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her fingers tug the end of his shirt a bit before her fingers move to the buttons, lazily unbuttoning a button at a time. ]
Do you?
[ she's curious, truthfully, on what he's come up with that would manage to avoid upsetting either of them. though, by the time she's finished unbuttoning his shirt, inej curls her fingers into the fabric, tugging him a bit closer with a slight grin. ]
Show me.
[ if it fails, it fails. she's long since learned that nothing ventured means nothing gained. ]
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But it's better if she's more mentally prepared for what might be coming. They've both figured out real surprises in the bedroom just don't work for them.
She seems to be thinking it over, unbuttoning his shirt methodically as she does. It builds a sense of anticipation. Even if she doesn't agree, he wants so badly to kiss her. He will, in a moment, when he won't be interrupting her thoughts. ]
Okay. [ A grin lights up his face and he curls an arm around her middle, easily picking her up to set her on the edge of the bed. And then he's leaning in to press a soft kiss to her mouth, one hand cupped against the side of her neck. ]
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Eager.
[ she murmurs, shifting to curl her fingers into his shirt again, returning to kiss him again, shifting her lips to the corner of his mouth so she can speak. ]
You are going to have to tell me what to do.
[ she sounds amused, at the thought, sliding her hands into his shirt to touch skin, fingers tracing down his chest. ]
Are you up for that?
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Yeah, yeah. [ It'll be weird, directing, but they're not going to get very far without him saying anything. ] Take your bottoms off and lie back.
[ Sounds so risqué. Whenever she relinquishes her hold on his shirt, he shrugs it off and joins her on the bed, kissing her cheek partly from nerves but mostly from affection. ]
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she suspects whatever he has in mind will require their removal, but some things inej likes having him do.
she turns her head into the kiss on her cheek slightly, a slight grin appearing before she lets herself fall back on the bed, a comfortable sigh escaping. he truly always had such a comfortable bed. ]
Alright.
[ easy enough, reaching out to trace a finger down his arm, amused. not used to taking direction from him, particularly in this area. ]
What next?
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Tell me if you want me to stop.
[ He kisses the corner of her mouth and then kisses her fully, one hand sliding down her side. Carefully, he presses a line of kisses down her neck and to the bare peek of a collarbone where her shirt's gone askew. Lifting the hem of her shirt, he kisses her stomach and peers up, silently checking to make sure she's ok. Tugging her shirt up can be hit or miss. ]
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she is - though her mouth presses into a thin line as he kisses a little lower, and as his lips brush right above the waistband of her panties, inej hums -- and squirms, just a little, until a sudden laugh escapes.
she's starting to understand what he wants to do, but getting around being ticklish in a very inconvenient spot is a problem. ]
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So he does, brushing a kiss on her lower abdomen and getting a startled laugh as she squirms. Aha. He grins and does it again, amused by her reaction. Though he won't torture her with prodding her tickling spot too much. Eventually, he does tug her underwear down over her hips, helping to get them off entirely.
And well, may or may not set her off on more giggles as he continues kissing a line down from her navel. Though he skips to kiss up the inside of her thigh before he brushes his mouth between her legs. ]
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she's about to say so, that she's fine, when his ministrations turn to between her legs. and there's a sudden jolt of warmth that races through her, climbing up her spine and escaping in a soft gasp, her fingers curling into the fabric of the comforter. it's a light touch, barely nothing, but enough for her to realize (in something of a daze) that she feels fine.
better than fine, really. good.
she relaxes back against the bed, willing herself to relax, a slow breath escaping. in the back of her mind, inej wonders how he got the idea to do this in the first place. but that thought is quickly overridden by the fact that she wants him to keep going. ]
I'm okay.
[ she murmurs, feeling . . . tense, maybe? she isn't sure. but she doesn't want him to stop. ]
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Okay. [ Good, that's good. She relaxes again, letting out a slow breath and he takes that as a signal to keep going. He brushes his mouth against her again, just another little touch. But he follows up with more contact, drawing his tongue over her folds. It's a bit light, experimental almost, wanting to make sure she can get used to it. Or so he isn't surprising her so much.
But he has to admit, it keeps up the warmth under his skin, even with so little. ]
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it was always violating. it usually hurt. most of them wanted her to be submissive and obey their every wish, and buy into the fantasy of the obedient suli girl that would do whatever was asked of her.
it isn't that way with kaz, though. she can't remember a single time that kaz had ordered her to do something. even if he asks her to do something, it's rarely, and with great thought. even now, when he's in control, inej knows that the control really lies with her. if she asked him to stop, he would stop, without hesitation. he would take care of her if she needed him to.
so when he presses forward, and explores her further with his tongue, she expects to feel anxiety, or panic. but instead, all she feels is warmth, and an involuntary groan escapes her as she presses her head back into the mattress, letting the feeling wash over her.
maybe relaxing and letting it happen isn't so bad after all. ]
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Instead, he gets a low groan from her as she tilts her head back, pressing herself into the mattress. Well then, that's a good sign, isn't it? She might as well have said "keep going". So he does, repeating the same motion and carefully petting one hand along the outside of her thigh. There's one more lighter touch and then he's lapping at her more fully, tongue flat against her folds. He echoes her groan from earlier, face feeling hot from both nervousness and arousal.
And maybe a little bit from victory, however small. ]
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he seems to be enjoying this, too, and inej forces herself to uncurl her fingers from the mattress, trying to focus on breathing. but it seems to be almost out of her control. her breathing is shallow, a somewhat uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in the pit of her stomach.
something about not being able to control her breathing causes a spark of anxiety in her chest, and inej almost tells him to stop -- but it feels too good to really stop.
maybe surrendering control wasn't such a bad thing. allowing herself to enjoy it isn't a bad thing, either. and she's in her own bed, in her own apartment, with someone that she loves beyond sense and reason. there was no reason to be afraid of not being in control around him.
so she surrenders, and instead of pushing him away, inej threads her fingers through his hair, letting her exhale turn into a soft moan as he continues to move his tongue over her. ]
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He lets out another groan, echoing hers from moments before, blowing out a slow breath between her legs. His hands slide up to her hips, palms warm as he carefully drags them along the outside of her thighs. There's a familiar and niggling pressure curling at the base of his spine as he moves his mouth, tongue continuing to drag against her. Incrementally, he licks upwards, adding a bit more pressure when he gets to her clit. After, he flicks his gaze up as he takes as much of her in his mouth and sucks, more warmth pooling in his middle as he does. ]