How to trap a Jedi (maul)

Their fall onto the floor was certainly loud against the cheap and old floor of the room. Even the most silent steps made big echo, so this was only expected. Maul didn't seem to care about what kind of impression they would be giving to neighbour rooms. He probably didn't even think what Xilaren thought. Their ways of thinking were always unrelated.

He did nothing to unwrap the Jedi's legs around his waist. It wasn't like she was capable of squeezing the life out of him that way. Not with half of his body made of steel. And Maul never saw the redhead as a strong woman. He was unsure of what to think of her endless teasing. Yet the Sith Lord had a way of believing she was acting this way to aggravate him. She didn't actually feel that way. Jedi weren't supposed to feel this way toward their common enemies, after all. It was a foolish game and Xilaren was doing a good job with annoying Maul about it.

When there was a small sized blade was pressed against his neck all suddenly, Maul didn't look any panicked. He didn't pull back or moved, preferred to pause in whatever act he was doing. There was a sneer coming out from his lips, then the Sith Lord let go of the Jedi's throat. His gloved hand moved in between them afterward, sliding down to his belt to reach at the extra lightsaber he clipped earlier. With their locked and close position with the redhead's legs tightly around him, his hand brushed against her stomach a bit too closely. Then a simple click noise was heard, as he unclipped the lightsaber. His expression remained serious, golden eyes were locked on hers. Then he removed his hand from in between them to bring the lightsaber at Xilaren's chest level.

Once more all those flirty remarks went over Maul's head. He was utterly uneffected. Even a wall would bend a little after all Xilaren's efforts. Yet Maul was raised and shaped to be a killing machine. He wasn't anything else besides that. His threatening yellow eyes were on the redhead, unblinking. It would be a good enough reason to give anyone else a heart attack due to fear. But it was obvious Xilaren wasn't an average Jedi either. Their game of mouse and cat was going in a route no one could make good guesses.

He was still calm, when the Jedi took her saber from his hand. And when the redhead flipped their position, Maul still didn't resist. He allowed to lay on his back. There wasn't any visible reaction to this new kiss. He made a foolish mistake to react to their first one back in his ship. Until it was over, Maul made no moves. But as the Jedi spoke about taking advantage of the situation, another kiss wasn't what Maul was expecting. His logic was all about killing and inflicting pain. When the redheaded woman leaned down for another kiss, the Zabrak Sith Lord exhaled from his nose. It took a few more seconds for him to do anything. It wasn't a killing movement. He certainly wasn't wrapping his hand against the Jedi's throat either. Not when she held a knife against his neck like this. Maul was slowly moving his lips in order to return the kiss, clearly showing he was inexperienced at what he was doing. But like everything else he did in his life, he started to get aggressive. The unexpected kiss was becoming more passionate.

Perhaps, he wasn't a wall in the end.

Maul was good with playing the willing partner. He kissed the Jedi back with all he could, making it all hot and good. But as expected from him, it wasn't all kisses. He used his teeth a lot, biting at the redheaded woman's lips here and then without actually aiming to hurt. His gloved hands were on the Jedi's upper arms at first. But then he was moving his left hand up behind the woman's head and grabbed at neck to pull her even closer; crushing their lips together in an almost fierce way. This made both of them to be able to breath less. He did nothing to flip her over and switch their positions. It could be against a Zabrak's nature to lay down like this submissively, but Maul wasn't a common man in his species either.

Once the knife was brought to slash his black tunic, Maul didn't take it as a threat. He simply allowed his cloths to be slashed and then ripped by her hands. Xilaren was busy with exploring the Sith Lord's chest by her hands. Her lips were occupied by the man with tattoos. Maul was relentless with his kissing season. Yet it was a big mistake for Xilaren to throw her knife away.

With a great flexibility, Maul pulled his metallic knees up and around the Jedi to wrap his strong legs around her waist. While it could be seen as another passionate act, only in a second he was squeezing that thin waist of the woman to a point she would black out. In the meanwhile Maul kept kissing at her lips to add on to suck in the air Xilaren was breathing. As the woman's eyes started to get glossy and lose sight, Maul finally pulled back from the kiss and rolled the Jedi to the side; limp on the floor.