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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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[everymonstrousthing]

"Another time," he echoes, sliding two fingers into her, fucking her slowly. "Let me see you move, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

She sighs as he slides his fingers back into her cunt, and he's so slow, teasing, careful, that she can't help but move. She wants it, and her cheeks flame with how much she does. "Oh...Kaz."

[everymonstrousthing]

"You look beautiful," he says and, when he drags his fingers out of her, it's so that he can strip off his shirt. "Take care of yourself for a moment, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

It takes her a second to do as she's told, but then she brings her hand down under her belly, curls her fingers up to rub at her cunt. It's not the best angle to slip her fingers inside, and anyway, they're not as long and dexterous as Kaz's. She alternates between shallowly fucking herself, now with three fingers, and rubbing her clit.

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz strips off his trousers while he watches her playing with herself for his amusement, doing it because he told her to. A wave of arousal slams into him.

"Shit," he says. "I have to go find a rubber."

[tricktofalling]

Inej shivers a little, nods just a touch. She looks over her shoulder at him and licks her lips as her gaze skates over all that pale skin.

"Better hurry," she murmurs, voice thick with arousal. "I'll be here waiting."

[everymonstrousthing]

He's never hated his limp more than he does in that moment, the way it slows him down as he slips into the bedroom and back, a condom in his hand. He rolls it down over his cock and steps in behind her.

[tricktofalling]

She waits, and the anticipation is going to kill her, but she knows it's worth it. She keeps switching between rubbing and fingering herself, and when he comes back and fits in against her, she lets her fingers move against him and guide him in.

[everymonstrousthing]

He slides into her and, for a moment, there isn't a clear thought in her head except for her, for the way it feels to be inside her. His hands slide over her hips, holding on tight for a moment before he starts to move.

[tricktofalling]

The first press into her, as ever, is a soft ache. She was always ready for him, by the time they got to this, but he still feels big. Not that she'll say it; his ego doesn't need that kind of stroking.

His fingers curl onto her hips and he moves, and her breath hitches quickly.

[everymonstrousthing]

He finds his rhythm as quickly as he can. He slides one hand up her spine as he rocks into her, as he fucks her.

"Saints, Inej," he says.

[tricktofalling]

Her breath hiccups up, up, until it's a rattle of a moan. She puts her head down, leans her ass back closer to him.

"Harder," she gasps, and then more emphatically, "Harder, Kaz."

[everymonstrousthing]

Harder. His head spins a little bit. He rocks his hips a little bit faster, slamming into her harder, rocking her forward on her elbows and knees.

[tricktofalling]

She does rock, taking a couple moments to figure out her balance and speed so she can meet each of his thrusts. Her soft, breathy noises grow, turn loud, and she relishes how much she enjoys this. His hands hold her, confident and firm, and she feels her cunt flutter as he fucks her.

[everymonstrousthing]

They haven't fucked like this before and Kaz finds himself completely wrapped up in it, in her, and the slide of their bodies as they move together.

[tricktofalling]

Inej puts her head down, leans down almost all the way to her shoulders, and breathes through it. It feels--it feels a lot of things, really. And she knows he'll ache, and she'll be sore, but for the moment, none of that matters. All that matters is him.

She slides a hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit as he fucks her.

[everymonstrousthing]

He'll feel this in his knee in the morning, he knows. He'll regret this in the morning. For now, though, there's just the slip-slide of his cock inside her, that feeling building in his belly. His hands slide up her sides.

"I love you," he mumbles.

[tricktofalling]

Those moments when he says it are still far between, but more frequent in Darrow then Inej ever dreamed they could be. He doesn't bring her flowers, but he wears them for her, and he loves her, scars and fears and all.

She sighs against the desk, quivering. "Almost," she breathes. "Saints, Kaz...are--are you...?"

[everymonstrousthing]

"nearly," he says, his breath shivering and stuttering on his chest. "Saints, Inej. I need..."

But what? What does he need from her right then?

[tricktofalling]

Inej shivers, her breath a sigh. She can feel herself clench around him, can feel the hot burn of her desire and his force. It doesn't take her much more before she's coming, curling in at a point in her belly, her thighs quivering as she rubs her clit.

[everymonstrousthing]

As it turns out, the feeling of her cunt contacting around him as he comes is all he really needs to send him over the edge. He comes, curling over her back and, for a moment, he's got no control over how tight he's holding her.

[tricktofalling]

She can feel, in the way his hips stutter and he grabs her, and for a moment she's fearful--not of him, but that, in feeling so much, it means something's gone wrong.

She breathes. His weight is comfortable, real, hot and a little sweat slick against her back. "Kaz," she whispers.

[everymonstrousthing]

"I'm here." For a moment, he can't tell whether the way she says his name is a plea or a warning. He backs off immediately, slipping from inside her, leaning over her to press a kiss to her spine. "Right here, Inej."

[tricktofalling]

She relaxes her hips down a little bit, her knees sagging all the way apart. It's not a particularly comfortable sprawl, but she lives with it for now, until she can get her legs to work again.

Softly, she whispers, "I was worried the rubber might have broke, for some reason."

[everymonstrousthing]

Kaz looks down reflexively, swipes his fingers across the latex-swathed head of his cock, his nose wrinkling with distaste where Inej can't see it.

"Seems intact to me," he says. "That would be the worst thing?"