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[survivalthroughhate]

"This is Maul. State your business."

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[survivalthroughhate]

[There was a genuine smile of pleasure on Maul's face the like of which hadn't really been seen yet in Deerington. The expression 'You need to get laid' was often meant as an insult but it truly was something that Maul had needed in his life. So much of the tension had been lifted from him, even if it was only temporarily, and he lay there curled up against Reaper in sheer bliss.

He had just enough leftover in him to lean in and kiss Reaper sweetly on the lips before he pulled back, completely and utterly spent.]

Does that answer your question?

[If this is what Christmas was like every year, Maul could greatly come to enjoy this strange Earth celebration. He traces an idle pattern over Reaper's skin lightly with one of his claws, happy beyond belief.]

[no_reload]

[Even he who had seen some of the softer sides of Maul that other's might not have been privy to raised his eyebrows at the sight of the smile that was on the Zabrak's lips. It relaxed him, allowing him to just ease onto the floor where he was laying and bask in the moment as the post-coital haze allowed him to let his guard down almost completely to Maul.

This was all worth sacrificing a part of a wall, he thought. He'd even do so again if it meant something like this.

His lips twitched with the kiss, which he gladly returned as he tightened his one arm around Maul's waist and the other found its way across the Zabrak's muscled shoulders.]

Definitely. Best present to start with, I think.

[He sighed contently and closed his eyes, letting his mind drift as he relished the situation. Yeah, yeah, he'd have to clean them both up at some point, but not now. He wanted to just lay here and imagine that this big step in their relationship would not be one he would come to regret. This time would be different, right?]