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[everymonstrousthing]

Some things don't change. She might have been and gone and come again but, when she's out on the roof, Kaz sits and waits for her. He's sitting in one of the kitchen chairs with his feet up on the sill and a cigarette between two fingers. He's reading a book, one of the paperback novels that he's so fond of. He smokes and he reads and he waits for the girl he loves, his Wraith, to come home.

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[tricktofalling]

She prefers the simplicity of the word to some of his more loquacious teasings he's done in the past couple of years they've known each other. It melts through her, warmth down her spine. Who would have thought something as simple as please and thank you from Kaz Brekker would set her so on fire.

She crosses to him, shucking the shirt and draping it over the back of the sofa, and comes to a stop in front of him.

[everymonstrousthing]

"How demanding would you let me be?" he asks her. He's been idly imagining but it's important to him to let Inej set his own boundaries for him to work within.

[tricktofalling]

Her breath catches for a second. She knows exactly what she's being asked, what it means, what it costs her to voice her limitations. Until now, she's set all the paces; to have Kaz set up to the mark is almost, strangely, refreshing.

"Fairly," she says. Then, because it was not what he asked but is what he means, she says, "Don't put me in bounds, listen if I say no."

[everymonstrousthing]

He nods, takes her words on board and then reaches out, curling her fingers around her wrist, tugging her back into his lap.

[tricktofalling]

The tug catches her enough off guard that there's a moment of token resistance. Against Kaz's strength, it's hardly anything. She sits on his lap, twists a little to be comfortable, doesn't try to shake off his hand on her wrist. As she settles, she can already feel the shape of him, clearly interested in all her skin and the lacy underthings, stirring to life between his legs.

[everymonstrousthing]

"I've been thinking," he says, leaning up and kissing up the side of her neck. "About bending you over and peeling down your panties all fucking day."

[tricktofalling]

The last time they talked about it was Valentines, and while they had sex that night, it had been as it tended to: Inej riding Kaz, enjoying the freedom of movement that being above him provided.

The idea of it still thrills her, like it did when Kaz had teased about pulling her slacks down. She flushes a little bit, but tries to keep her composure. "All day, hm?"

[everymonstrousthing]

"All day," he says. "I had to check my numbers again." She knows how rarely that happens. "You're a distraction, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

Something tight, excited and hot, squeezes in Inej's stomach. She looks Kaz in the eye, as unsure as ever if he's bluffing or being earnest, but it doesn't matter.

"Is this a punishment, then, for being a distraction?" He knows how much that costs her, how much trust it takes to consider letting him punish her. How much trust it takes to want his authority.

[everymonstrousthing]

"It could be," he says, brushing a kiss against the point of her chin. "You surely deserve it." He knows how much this costs her. For a moment, he almost can't breath past how much she trusts him.

[tricktofalling]

Inej breathes out, reaches up a hand to curl her fingers gently against the back of his neck so that the V of her thumb and forefinger cups his ear. She soaks him in, closes her eyes, settles herself to this.

After a moment, she rolls her hips, settles herself more distinctly against the cradle of his hips.

[everymonstrousthing]

"How much punishment though, Wraith?" he asks, one hand sliding around to rest against her ass, squeezing gently. "What do you think you deserve?"

They both know what he's capable of.

[tricktofalling]

Here, she has trouble gauging. Her experience with punishment is at the hands of Tante Heleen, and in other ways at the hands of Van Eck while she was captive. She knows what Kaz can do, what Dirtyhands can do. She isn't sure, for a moment, what is appropriate.

She rubs her thumb against the hinge of his jaw. "Well, you want me bent over, don't you? I'm sure inspiration will strike."

[everymonstrousthing]

"Good point." It takes a moment to figure out the logistics of it, but he pushes to his feet, with her cradled in his arms and pulled in tight against him. He carries her towards his desk, neat as it always is and then he sets her down.

"Bend over," he says. "Please."

[tricktofalling]

Inej squawks, a little undignified, when he picks her up like that. She doesn't struggle, but she does snort when he tacks on a please for her.

With great dignity, she leans over his desk, pillowing her arms together and resting her head against them. Her feet shift apart a little for balance. She's very aware of how exposed she is, even with her underthings still on.

[everymonstrousthing]

Gently, Kaz takes hold of her wrists and arranges her so that her palms are flat against the surface of the desk. "You don't move those without permission," he says, softly.

[tricktofalling]

The adjustment is less comfortable, but she supposes that's not really the point. Her cheek presses against his desk, her palms flexing and unflexing against it, and she nods her understanding.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz stands behind her, his hand resting against the curve of her ass, squeezing a little tighter than before. He drinks in the way she looks sprawled across the table like that. "How does that feel?" he asks, nudging her feet a little wider apart, putting her a little more on display.

[tricktofalling]

She gasps as he nudges her feet apart; they go willingly enough. "Good," she says. "A bit exposed."

[everymonstrousthing]

"Only a bit?" teases Kaz, trailing his fingers down her spine and between her legs, teasing against her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties. "Have to see what I can do about that, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

His touch is firm and knowing, pointed, and Inej shivers from it. Isn't he supposed to be punishing her--as much as any of this can be a punishment--for being a distraction? Her hips press back toward his touch, seeking it out.

[everymonstrousthing]

He slaps her ass, not hard, but firm enough to make a point. He wants to see her brown skin flush with it, he realises.

[tricktofalling]

The slap startles a gasp out of her, a little mouse squeak of a noise. Her hips jolt away from it, skittish, but she's not afraid. He won't hurt me, she tells herself, and she feels it, down to her bones.

[everymonstrousthing]

She starts, squeaks but she doesn't pull away from him so Kaz slaps her again, the same pressure, not too hard, just sharp enough for her to feel it.

[tricktofalling]

This time, it's just a little gust of air. She's not anticipating the strikes, so they jerk her hips a little each time. But her ass feels warm from the slap of his fingers, his palms, and she can feel herself getting slick inside her panties, just from this.