"For the love of everything holy, Kazansky! You've gotta be screwing with me!"
He laughed, "I am, partially. When you say exclusive, you mean what exactly? Just so we're clear."
"Simply put? You're mine. If anyone so much as looks at you in an overfriendly way, I'll…."
"You'll what?" Kazansky asked, slowly cornering the brunet and pinning him against the wall before kissing him.
"I'll… do something mean. The same goes for you: keep your hands to yourself."
Ice slowly retreated, hands raised and eyebrow cocked.
"Not what I meant!" Maverick pulled Kazansky close and resumed the kiss.