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[everymonstrousthing]

They were always, he supposes, creatures of habit. In Ketterdam, they had coffee houses and food places they preserved and most evenings that weren't spent at the Crow Club ended together in Kaz's rooms in Per Haskell's house. Her company was always what he preferred, what he sought out. Now, they're living together, without any prior discussion. He has nothing in the apartment downstairs. All of his clothes are here, his books, everything.

Home is wherever she decides to be.

One particular habit that he's developed is that he doesn't go to bed until she's home. He sits and watches television or reads until she's home. Tonight, he's sitting with his feet propped on the sill of an open window, book open across his knees, cigarette between his lips. He's been smoking since just after Jordie died but, here, it's become just another habit.

He smokes. He reads. He waits for his girl to come home.

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[the_wraith]

This time she stifles the gasp, but it's a near thing. She has too much control over her own body to shudder at the touch of his tongue, but she feels her body humming with energy, nervous, aroused.

She needs something to steady her. She needs to be closer to him.

Licking her lips, Inej nods but first slides forward. She settles herself on his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, and the warmth of his body, the smell of him mingling with the faint scent of night air and cigarettes clears her head. Inej reaches behind her to find the clasp of her bra, lets it slip off without hesitation.

[everymonstrousthing]

She strips it off and Kaz's breath catches at the sight of her. Her weight in his lap is centering, focusing, even if it does put her closer to his cock. He's humiliatingly aware of himself, of how much he wants her. His hands slide back up her sides again (warm, she's so warm), cupping her breasts and squeezing harder this time, more sure of himself. He squeezes her nipples gently between his fingers and then he leans in and presses a kiss to the curve of her bare breast. Her skin is soft, the scent of her skin sharp and particular. His lips part again and he traces her nipple with the tip of her tongue before glancing up at her.

"Okay?"

[the_wraith]

"Mmhm."

It occurs to her only then that there's no reason for her to hold back. They can't go too far; she doesn't want them to have another incident like on Valentine's Day. But biting back moans and holding back shivers is pointless.

This is Kaz.

"It feels good, Kaz." The gentle roughness in her voice surprises her, but she doesn't try to hide it now. "Don't stop."

[everymonstrousthing]

He's never heard her sound like that before. He finds himself craving it. He focuses on how warm she is, on how firm her skin is, her neatly she fits into his arms. He focuses on the fact that it's her. He closes his eyes, his lashes brushing against her skin and he sucks her nipple until it stiffens further. His hand skims down her back to the waistband of her underwear. He hesitates, just for a moment, and then pushes his fingers under elastic, squeezing, tugging her hips closer to his.

[the_wraith]

No one's ever been this way with her. There were times when it wasn't so awful, when the men who paid for her seemed to want her to feel a little pleasure. But what they really wanted was the show of it, moans and pleading even when they were clumsy, rough or lost.

She doesn't fake anything now. His name escapes her lips on a soft moan and she barely realizes. She spreads her legs to fit more neatly against him, her hips finding his, finding the stiff, hot line of his cock through the damp fabric of her panties. She rocks closer.

[everymonstrousthing]

More than anything, he needs this to feel good for her. He needs it to be as far removed from anything else as possible. He shifts his mouth to her other breast, sucking her nipple into a firm peak. If anything, now, she's warmer than before.

"Inej," he breathes against her skin. His fingers trace the waistband of her panties. "Can I?"

[the_wraith]

She moans again, slides her hands up and down his shoulders and arms. He feel so good under her palms.

Inej is not entirely sure what he's planning, but she's certain that she wants it. "Yes, Kaz. Yes."

[everymonstrousthing]

Warm. She's warm. His head spins, a little, but it's not because of her hands on him. It's not because of that at all. Gently, he eases her out of his lap, onto her back on the bed. He leans over her, presses a kiss between her bare breasts, against the scar on her ribs, her belly. His hands are trembling slightly as he hooks his fingers over the waistband of her underwear and starts to roll them down over her thighs, stripping her as naked as he is. When he slips them off over her feet, he drops them on the floor and sits back for a moment so that he can just look at her, so that he can commit this sight to memory.

"Fuck," he breathes, soft and reverent as a prayer. "What does a girl like?" The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile, almost a tease. But she knows he's never done this before and, in that, he's asking her to lead and know he'll follow.

[the_wraith]

It's then she goes a little shy. He's always seen her. His eyes on her aren't the problem. Being the center of attention like this, naked and on display, that's the hard part. It's Kaz, it's only Kaz, and she reminds herself of that. But she's still only Inej: slim and small-breasted, no bedroom eyes or silks to charm with.

He breathes that curse with such wonder. She's confused by what he could possibly see.

His shaking hands hadn't escaped her notice. At his question, she takes one of his hands in both of hers, brings his knuckles to her mouth so she can kiss them.

"A girl wants her man to be okay with what they're doing," she says, looking up at him for confirmation or hesitation.

[everymonstrousthing]

"Okay?" His cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire. He ducks his head, his hand skimming the length of one thigh. "This is. It's more than okay." He nods, knowing that she's got to be waiting for a repeat performance. "You're so warm and you smell like you and it's...I want this so much, Inej. I want you. That's what I focus on." He smiles, crooked and broken and hers. "But I want...I need this to be good for you." He swallows. "So. Please. Don't worry about me. Just tell me what feels good."

[the_wraith]

A weight lifts from her to know that he's okay. He's really okay. Inej reaches up to cup his cheek, trail her thumb across the crooked line of his smile.

Kaz Brekker, all hers. All of his attention on her. It's gratifying, flattering -- her cheeks have gone a little pink at his words -- but the focus is most definitely on her now. So strange, so different. Unnerving.

Licking her lips, she carefully guides one of his hands down to her pussy. She presses two of his fingers onto her clit, rubbing one firm but gentle circle there with them. She watches him carefully -- she's warm and wet and alive, but does Kaz know what to expect?

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz Reitvald might have been slow on the uptake, but Kaz Brekker? Kaz Brekker learns fast. For a moment, he pauses. He hadn't expected, somehow, for her to feel like this - it's wetter than he'd expected, warmer too, but there's no way to mistake her for anything other than utterly alive. He bends his head, presses a kiss against her skin as he starts to touch her, his fingers mimicking the movement that she'd showed him moments before.

He lifts his head, finding himself desperate to watch her face.

[the_wraith]

Her breath catches in the back of her throat. This is Kaz, Kaz Brekker, touching her like this, with bare hands, both of them naked as the night is long. It's all too much for a second. And then he moves his fingers, exactly like she showed him, those deft safe-cracking fingers, and suddenly it's not enough at all.

She moans low in the back of her throat, an aching noise. She's wanted this for longer than she cares to admit.

"Like that, Kaz," she breathes. "Slow and just like that."

[everymonstrousthing]

Slow, he tells himself. He nods. He could get used to her looking at him like that. His cock is distractingly hard but it isn't about that, not right now. He keeps the movement of fingers slow and steady and careful, every part of his attention focuses on her.

[the_wraith]

She tries not to think of a hundred different things. How she should be touching him, she should be moaning louder, she should be saying dirty things, she should be writhing, she should be making this better for him, more worth his while. But it's Kaz, and because it's Kaz she recognizes those thoughts for the tainted things that they are.

She doesn't have to put on a show for him. She will take care of him. Right now she squeezes her breast, rolling a nipple between her fingers, and encourages him to press harder with a roll of her hips.

[everymonstrousthing]

On implulse, Kaz leans down, his fingers still moving between her legs, a little harder to meet the press of her hips. He presses a kiss against the curve of her breast, against her fingers, his tongue darting out to smudge against her nipple.

"Good?" he asks, seeking reassurance. The last thing he wants to do is anything she doesn't want.

[the_wraith]

"Yes," she says, half gasp and half moan. Every nerve in her body feels alive in a way it never has before, pleasure and anxiety winding her tight like a spring looking for release.

Her fingers tangle in his hair and bring his head closer, silently asking for more than just a graze of his tongue against her nipple.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz finds himself unbelievably grateful for that guidance, for her fingers pressed into his hair. He presses his mouth against her breast, kissing soft skin, for a moment, before he parts his lips and sucks on her nipple, teasing with just the edges of his teeth as his fingers move between her legs.

[the_wraith]

She makes a low keening noise in the back of her throat, her chest rising to chase after that hint of his teeth.

"Faster," she breathes. "Like that, Kaz. Keep doing that."

[everymonstrousthing]

Faster. He twitches his fingers between her legs, rubbing faster, keeping the motion that she showed him. The rise of her body is intoxicating and he bites again, his mouth firm at her breast, careful not to press too hard.

[the_wraith]

"Saints, Kaz." The words escape her as little more than a pant of breath. She's trembling finely, a quiver of her muscles just as much to do with the steady pressure of Kaz's fingers as the fact that this is actually happening. She's on her back, naked in bed with Kaz Brekker, and she's going to come.

"Please, Kaz, yes."

[everymonstrousthing]

"Come on, Inej," he says, having only the faintest notion of what he's waiting for but knowing, more than anything, that he wants to watch it happen. His fingers twitch between her thighs and he presses kisses against the soft, slight swell of her breast, up to her throat.

Her warm, warm skin.

[the_wraith]

The pressure builds and builds, low in her belly, narrowing into one sharp point. Like on the trapeze, building and building speed until the moment you know you have to let go and fly.

Her breath catches in a strangled little gasp and just like that she comes, her breath rushing out in a loud wanton moan. Her hand moves to cover Kaz's, stopping his movements but keeping him there, holding onto the delicious pressure of his fingers as she rides this out as long as she can.

[everymonstrousthing]

The sound she makes is ragged and beautiful, corkscrewing through Kaz's belly, leaving low, dark heat in its wake. He stops his fingers when her hand slides over his, just keeping them pressed against her as she grinds forward against him. His cock twitches, pressed against her smooth skin.

"Gods, Inej," he mumbles. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen."

[the_wraith]

She feels separate from her body, mind blissfully blank for a few seconds as the last of her orgasm washes over her. She hears Kaz's words, but just lets them sit and settle over her, doesn't comment. She knows that for him it's truth, but a part of her doesn't believe it and she doesn't want to confront that part, not here and now and ruining this moment.

Inej licks her lips and bites down on the bottom one, opening her eyes to gaze at Kaz hungrily. She has never felt this way before, but it's good. She feels alive, daring, free.

She rolls over onto her side, climbs up to her knees, dark hair coming free from her braid, trailing over her shoulder.

"Lay down."