Inej stumbles home drunk, to Kaz

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813 Words

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TW: Drunkenness

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She stumbles through his door—door, not window—giggling, in a dress, he's never seen before, smelling faintly of alcohol and with a red flush on her cheeks, and all he can do is blink in confusion at her as she leans over his desk, brushing a kiss on his lips before devolving into another fit of giggles.

"Are you drunk?" He whispers incredulously. He doesn't think he's ever seen her drunk, let alone so visibly drunk. Her reply is another laugh, and he smiles lightly, shaking his head. "Oh, my love...how much did you have?"

"Two pints of beer." She says as he comes around, clutching his arms for balance. Skin on skin.

He barks out a laugh, brushing the stray hairs off her face. Her hair was partially down for once, he noticed, absolutely giddy as he drunk in her beauty. He loved her hair, feeling it run over his fingers, lush and feather-light. "You are such a lightweight," he hummed, cupping her face, brushing a thumb over her mouth, then the sharp jut of her perfectly crafted cheekbones.

She leaned into his chest, a thin strap of her silver, shimmering dress falling down her shoulder. If she wasn't absolutely hammered, this could have led to other things but tonight, he simply pulled the strap up, running his bare hand over her arms, letting himself know the corded muscle of her arms.

He brushed a kiss to her jaw, murmuring in her ear, "I should get you to bed." And she nodded against his chest, allowing him to help her over to his large bed, and its messy tangle of sheets and blanket. He handed her a nightgown, telling her he would be right back. She mumbled in protest, grabbing him by the wrist. He gently eased her fingers straight, pressing a kiss to them, before setting the hand down upon the soft mattress.

Going to the kitchen, he grabbed a tall glass of water and a packet of crackers, holding the latter in his teeth as his cane and the water took up his two hands. He had slipped on his gloves. Inej was a safe space, as was his room, but the broader Slat...not quite yet. And he didn't trust the Dregs to not crow all about it.

He returned to her dozing, changed into the nightgown. Her hair was truly undone, spilling across her face like dribbling ink, her lips parted slightly in her sleep. A strap had fallen it down, and he replaced it with the utmost reverence and care, before brushing her hair away. Her hand hung over the side, and he lifted it up as if it was a fragile thing, setting it down. Her fingers flexed slowly, luxuriously, like a cat.

He got down on his knees at the side of the bed, gently shaking her awake and telling her to drink and eat. "You'll thank me later," he promised her as she made a face, reaching for him with shaky hands. He sighed, but smiled, coming to sit just behind and beside her, helping her hold the water and guide it to her lips.

She settled onto his chest, tilting her head up to look at him. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, but tethered to him. Not taking his eyes off hers, he eased her back to the bed, leaning over her to kiss her, slowly, luxuriously, drink in her bliss, revel in progress. She tried to turn the kiss frantic, but he kept the slow pace, and she eased into it with a hum against his lips.

Her perfect fingers cupped his face, tracing circles into his marred skin. One of his hands was braced near her head, the other curled gently around her thigh, the nightgown hitched around it. His thumb massaged the tense muscles under it as her hands came to the back of his neck. She pulled him in for another kiss. He kept it slow.

"Bedtime, love," he reminded her, as her eyes fluttered shut and she forced them back open. He ran a finger over her eyes, forcing them to close, before dipping down to brush her lip slowly. "Go to sleep."

"Says you," she protested, but her voice lacked any edge or heat. He smiled at her, easing himself just that bit closer to her luxurious body. He brushed his lips under her eyes, settling down into the bed next to her, one hand pulling her closer as his lips brushed down her nose, her jaw, the corners of her lips, before the true kiss.

Her fingers were tangled in his hair, and he felt wild and alive as he kissed the column of her long, bronze neck, as her hands settled on his stomach. She made a sound. "Shhhh," he murmured against her lips, "Sleep."

And she did so, lost in his arms. 

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I have two other fics, currently exclusively on Ao3 but I will try to get them both up and running over here soon enough.