Those precious few moments of tenderness were over all too soon. Senji had known they would be as soon as he tried to escape. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he had pulled back? As much as he adored the soft, tender touches, he feared them almost as much. Ah, but Maverick had reacted to his gentle caresses, or had he simple deceived himself into seeing what he wished to see? Surely he was just fooling himself. He didn't dare hope, couldn't dare entertain the thought, that perhaps he wasn't the only one feeling something other than the desires of flesh.
A half-hearted attempt to break Maverick's hold was given as the other pulled him tight against him, but he didn't want to escape. Curse the silver-eyed demon! The sound of the growl had sent bolts of pleasure tingling through him. Gentle, rough, primal, he didn't care, and he hated himself for it. All he could bring himself to care about was how much he wanted Maverick, and he didn't care what it took to get him. The other's words sent shivers down his spine.
Within moments if found himself tripped up, unbalanced, and shoved down to the bed. It was arguably where he wanted to be, but the circumstances were careening wildly out of his favor. Somehow he felt he should be more upset than he was as he propped himself up on his elbows to gaze down at Maverick who was kneeling by the bed. Crimson eyes smoldered with a mixture of lust, rage, and affection.
"Something about getting the bed dirty, you know I don't pay attention to your girlish nonsensical nagging." He couldn't resist, oh why couldn't he resist?