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Fall comes in with a suddenness that thrills Inej. She throws open the windows in their apartment and busies herself in the kind of deep cleaning she won’t do again until Spring. There’s something good about doing it, something peaceful. If she must be stuck in a birdcage, she is at least stuck in a very good one, and she can at least make the soaces she occupies her own.

When she gets to the bedroom, she clears out their closest, dumping everything on the bed so she can start sorting out her summer thibgs and give Kaz’s clothes a good airing as well. He’s been here for years now. That never really strikes her until she sees the things they’ve amassed.

Once Kaz’s suits are done, she sits surrounded by her array of clothing, sorting diligently from the middle of the bed.

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Kaz laughs at that, taking the shirt from her.

"Think it's more your style than mine, Inej."

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She arches an eyebrow at him, silent in the face of his response. She hadn’t thought her tone begged much response but doing as she’d said.

“Be a good boy,” she says primly, “and do what I tell you, Kaz.”

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And he's used to that tone of voice and the shiver it sends through him. It tells him exactly what mood Inej is in.

"Do my trousers come off first?" He asks, but he already knows the answer, his hands going to his belt.

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Inej says nothing to that, because she knows he knows the answer. Instead, she merely keeps that prim, arched-brow look as she watches him for a moment, his fingers on his belt, until she looks away to find something to go with the skirt.

The problem, of course, is that he's much too broad to fit any of her shirts, even the loose and flowing ones. The skirt is easy because Kaz has narrow hips and its got an elastic waist. She supposes he'll just have to go shirtless, though.

She crawls off the bed, leaving her array of clothes scattered everywhere, and ignores him as she wanders to the bathroom to grab a few things and tie her hair up into a tight knot on the top of her head.

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He does know the answer, and he's unfastening his belt and slipping out of his trousers as Inej leaves the bedroom, wandering into their bathroom. His cheeks flush as he slides his thumb under the waistband of his underwear, debating for a moment before those join his trousers and he slips into the skirt with nothing underneath.

He feels ridiculous. It does nothing to diminish how hot she makes him.

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She watches him from the bathroom door, the slow consideration of his movements, the points where he hesitates. It thrills her a bit to see him, not just in these softened ways but also in this dutiful following of her command. There's a part of her that wonders if he would have so dutifully followed commands back in Ketterdam, if they had figured themselves out back then.

She returns from the bathroom carrying a small clutch of her makeup. These, she sets on the bed. Without looking at him, she puts a hand on his chest, and pushes him gently onto the bed.

"You must stay where I can reach you," she says. Then, she takes off her shirt, and grabs the one he's only just discarded, though she only does up a button or two. It's much too large for her. She rolls the sleeves up neatly and precisely.

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He's pushed down to sitting, which leaves him looking up at her as she slips out of her shirt and into his, buttoning it up, but just barely. He's aware of the stirring of his cock until the flimsy, blousey layers of the skirt.

"Yes, Ma'am," he says. He only has eyes for her.

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She hums a little, nods at that, and then ignores him again to start laying out the makeup she wants to use on him. The thought of it had struck her once, and she isn't entirely sure if this will be absolutely ridiculous or not, but she's in it now.

She starts with a little bit of rouge smeared on his cheeks, accenting his sharp cheekbones. Then she accents his bright, dark eyes with kohl. And then she grabs the lipstick, a thick, deep red, and she grabs his chin to hold him as she smears it on his mouth.

"Aren't you pretty?"

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Kaz's cheeks are flushed darkly beneath the make-up that she's brushed onto him, the foreign feeling of the lipstick and kohl. He doesn't move, holding himself still while she works on him. In the momet, he's ot sure if the question is rhetorical or not.

"If you think so," he says, softly. He's so turned on, his head spins a little.

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"I do think so," Inej says, still squeezing his chin slightly. She relishes that blossom of color on his skin, under the makeup, the sign that she gets to him in more than just simple physical way.

She gives him a slap on the cheek, not very hard, but hard enough to see more color flash onto his skin.

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Once upon a time, touching him would have been a good way to lose a hand, and even Inej knew that. Slapping him? Nobody would have dared. But here is this small, dangerous girl who could do anything to him, and he'd be putty in her hands. She slaps him, and it isn't hard enough to turn his head, but his pupils do dilate.

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There's something powerful in being able to touch Kaz Brekker, even now. There's something surreal and powerful in not just being able to touch him, but in being able to strike him. In being able to smear him with makeup, to have him dutifully sit as he's been told.

Inej pushes her fingers into his hair. She puts a foot on the edge of the bed, between his knees.

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He hasn't been told to move, so he doesn't, but he closes his eyes, just momentarily, at the pull of her fingers in his hair. His cock aches. He draws in a deep, settling breath, and then he opens his eyes and he looks at her again.

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"Tell me what you want," she says, voice heavy and rich. She cups the back of his neck and unbuttons the few buttons she'd done up in the first place, letting a line of soft brown skin go uninterrupted all the way down to the waistline of the comfortable lounge pants she was still wearing, the contrast of Kaz's bright white shirt brilliant against her skin.

"Tell me what you'd like, and I'll let you know what you can have."

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"I want..." For a moment, he's so overwhelmed by choices that he's not even sure he knows. "I want to put my mouth on you," he says. "Want to...touch you. Fuck you...I want..." He looks up at her through the dark smudge of his lashes. "You. I want you."

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Inej considers, and then she moves away from him for a moment. She drags her fingers out of his hair, across the line of his jaw, this lingering touch until she's too far away to reach him.

Then she turns, and goes to her drawers, pulling one open and retrieving a strap on.

"I think you can do two of those things," she says. "But I think I'll be the one doing the fucking. You're the one wearing the skirt, after all."

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He didn't think it was possible for his face to get any hotter, but there it is. He lets out a soft sound, almost a groan, and ducks his head for a moment. They play these games often -- she knows what he likes, how to get him heated under her touch. There's a comfort in knowing that about each other now.

"I am," he says. "I think you planned this."

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Inej does not confirm or deny her premeditation--after all, how often had Kaz given away his plans in all the years they've known each other? Instead, she strips off her leggings and panties and returns to the bed in only Kaz's shirt.

"Come here," she says, spreading her legs invitingly.

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For a moment, all he does is stare at her, and then he moves, achingly aware of every scrape of the gauze material of the skirt against his hard cock. His leg is good today, not bone deep, so he crawls up onto the bed, crouching between her legs. Uncharacteristically tentative, he bends, and grazes his lips against the smooth, tan skin of her belly, leaving a hint of red lipstick behind.

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She sinks her fingers into his hair, dragging him against her ski and watching the smear of lipstick against her skin. It makes her blush a little, watching him and how the makeup smears on his skin as well as hers.

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He groans softly, the sound pressed against her skin. He doesn't move his mouth lower, not yet, not until told. He just drags his lips against her skin.

"You're going to need a shower," he says.

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"You can wash me when I'm done with you," she breathes, toes curling slightly as he keeps his mouth moving against her skin. Slowly, she pushes his head down, closer to her cunt. Now that he's smeared off some of the lipstick, she knows it won't look quite as gruesome when he presses his mouth to her.

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He takes that as permission, and he lowers his mouth between her thighs, pressing against her in the way that he knows she likes. His hands stay pressed to the bed, supporting his weight, so he has to bend down to press his mouth against her, teasing the tip of his tongue over her clit, wanting her to squirm under him, wanting to assert just a little bit of power here.

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He settles into this teasing touch, and Inej groans softly. She lets him go like that for a moment, knowing he's trying to win back some of his control. Then she tugs his face down against her, pressing her hips up against his mouth.

"Do it like you mean it, Kaz."

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And that's the kind of order that he can't refuse. He goes to the task in hand properly, his mouth and tongue working against her, shifting his weight off one hand, so that he can slide it under her, cradling her ass to keep her pressed snug against his mouth.