Without saying anything else, he slipped his fingers between my legs. I whimpered and spread my legs just a bit. It wasn't enough. I wanted as much from him as I could get.
A sharp whistle had the two of us jumping apart. Wide eyed and flushed, we both turned our attention to Maul, who was just reaching our table. He'd pushed the hood down from his head, revealing his burning eyes and mincing featured.
"We're leaving. Now," He insisted sharply.
"What? No, we're not. I told you-"
"Now!" He shouted, causing me to jump. When I still didn't move, he reached across the man and grabbed my collar, heaving me effortlessly out of the booth.
"Stop it!" I tried to shove him away, but his grip on my clothes was still firm. I twisted and pulled at his hands as he dragged me from the tavern and wrestled me onto the speeder. I was in front of him once again, but only so he could hold me there.
"Let go of me!" I thrashed about, trying to free myself even if it meant tumbling to the ground.
Suddenly, he had one hand around my throat and the other on my hip, both pulling me back against him. I stopped moving. I stopped speaking. For a moment I may have stopped breathing.
"Maul-"
"Shut up," He hissed harshly in my hear. "I don't want to hear another word. Now, sit still or I'll make you sit still," I could feel my pulse quickening, my breath trying to accommodate the increased blood flow.
He held me there a moment longer before releasing his grip on my throat and taking off back in the direction of our home away from home. The whole way back I wanted nothing more than to wrap myself around him. I had no idea what I'd do when we stopped. I needed something otherwise I'd be driven insane.
When we got home, I was quick to get of the speeder and march inside. I ran my hand through my hair, knotting my fingers and tugging painfully. I was so angry and sexually charged. Every wrongdoing and unfair circumstance was suddenly at the front of my mind, my body trembling at the thoughts.
Maul had walked in behind me and begun to speak. I didn't hear what he said. I didn't even try to listen. His voice shoved me over the edge, and before I could think about what I was doing, I had spun around and thrown an empty glass at him. He froze as it shattered against the wall at his side.
"Leave! Take me back to my father or leave me alone," I screamed at him, not intimidated by his threatening gaze.
"You're acting like a child," He growled through his teeth, prompting me to take another step towards him. My fists were clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms. The pain only encouraged me. I wanted to feel it. I deserved to feel it.
"Perhaps I wouldn't if you didn't treat me like one!" I seethed, creeping ever closer.
Maul didn't respond immediately. He stared at me with his jaw tight and hands in fists at his sides. As nothing changed in those few seconds, I don't know what triggered my actions. I barely registered that I was moving forward again, this time taking his face in my hands and pressing my lips feverishly to his.
I realized immediately what I'd done and his soft, warm lips felt hot enough to burn me. I broke apart from him by only an inch, looking at him in shock. He didn't seem to share my shock. He looked just as still and intense as he always did.
The situation continued to move in fast and unexpected directions as he grabbed my hips and spun me around, pushing my back against the wall where I'd broken the glass. Out footsteps were marked by the crunching of that glass. Winded by the impact, I opened my mouth, struggling to force out an apology. I hadn't meant for this. Not this way, at least.
Before I could utter a word, his lips met mine in a hungry desperation. As his body pressed against mine, my hands rested against his chest, reflexively curling my fingers around the collar of his robe. I was trying to pull him closer, as if such a thing were possible.