Author's note

Hey, guess who obsessed over Six of Crows an now is starting a new story? Well, I hope you like this, there's been a while since I wrote anything so, be patient and any mistake please let me know. This Kaz is maybe a little OOC, but it's just that I put some of my own experience with trauma on him, and maybe Inej too.

Kaz

It has been two months since he last saw his Wrath, since she parted on her first mission of haunting, eight weeks of missing her, fifty four days looking for her silhouette in his window, fifty four nights dreaming of her.

It wasn't even dirty thoughts, most of the times it was just her by her side, watching his back, leaving little notes with information he needed.

But, there was several nights in which he would hold her hand, touch her hair, unbraiding it, smelling it.

In those dreams he was brave, he wouldn't wear gloves, he was strong, beacuse even in his dreams the memories haunted him, but he overcome to them, he could do it.

That night, was one of those dreams, he was, as usual, in his office, but when he turned to the window, she was there, his Wrath, his girl, his Inej. And she would smile to him, and he would smile back, no words needed, they've known each other for so long that their eyes spoke for them.

-I missed you- she said, even if her eyes screamed it to him, she put it in words, and he would approach to her, fighting the urge of kissing her right and there, throwing away his gloves, he would hug her, he would caress her braid, and whisper in her ear -I'm glad you're back, I… missed you…. A lot, Inej- the sound of her name send shivers down her spine, he could feel it in that tight embrace.

He cupped her face gently, he, Dirtyhands, who would imagined that those same hands, that ripped several eyes, that punched lots of faces and guts, that had such talent with cards and tricks would ever be so gentle? But even then, he was demanding, and somehow, he knew she liked that.

She grabbed his shirt and closed the distance between their bodies, always smiling, and he knew her face mirrored his, he didn't know if he leaned down to kiss her, or she did it, the only thing that mattered was that they were kissing, her lips as soft as he imagined, her taste completely Inej. He put his hand in her lower back, wanting her even closer, and he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

He could smell her hair, stronger than ever, not flowerish, not sweet, it was Inej completely, and that was too much, he woke up, with a single tear running down his cheek, only to be aware he wasn't alone in that bed.

Another note xD

This may be a shot story, three chapters, more or less this length, but, if something else comes to my mind I'll let you know.