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Khaleen sighed and gently rubbed her legs together, she already knew she was a mess, she was going to have to take a shower to clean up the sticky wet mess between her legs. She felt dizzy, the nausea was already there, she shouldn't drink so much, it wasn't wise. It was time to open her eyes to discover her night-time lover and figure out how to get away without waking him.
Khaleen groaned softly as she saw the golden Kiffu glowing in the room in the faint light that came through the windows. Quinlan, of course.
Why him?
They were colleagues in misfortune, she was a spy and he was on the same side, that was all. And now they'd slept together. Sex always made everything more complicated in her "job", especially when you were very strongly physically attracted to the man you'd just slept with and his very spirit didn't leave you indifferent.
- Damn...
Quinlan was beautiful like that, calm and relaxed, his eternal frown absent and smoothed by sleep. It would seem that he could at least find the peace and quiet in sleep that life couldn't give him when he was conscious and active.
Only the habit of remaining calm in high-stress situations kept her from flinching when a warm, muscular arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to the drowsy Jedi. His body was incredibly warm and his hand slid naturally against her back to pull them together and keep Khaleen against him. It was very sweet, very tender and yet strangely the kind of side of Quinlan she liked discovering. They were wary allies and then working acquaintances and finally what could be described as vague friends whose relationship depended on encounters and war, not very healthy or stable foundations then, but she was still glad to know that Quinlan hadn't died in the mud of a lonely battlefield on an unimportant planet, and she suspected he was also relieved that she hadn't been found out and killed by some ordinary criminals or worse, captured and tortured by Separatists. She liked Quinlan a lot, and not just for his good-looking body. He wasn't like the others, he clearly struggled with his feelings, desires and urges, and while she was aware that this made him a Jedi at odds with his comrades, Khaleen just felt that it made him more human and, paradoxically, more approachable. Quinlan, with all his 'very' apparent - and very many - flaws, was close enough to those around him to understand them, and even if he used that knowledge to manipulate those around him, he did so with full awareness and did not cowardly dodge the true nature of people, cultures and races. That was probably why he was good friends with this Zabrak, Master Kolar. "If you attack me, I cannot be responsible for what happens to you. I suggest you mind your own business."
It was a sentence Quinlan liked to repeat, because he found it just right. Someone looking for a confrontation wouldn't stop until they found it, so he might as well not be a hypocrite and strike first. Strike first, to protect themselves, that's what they were all doing these days.
Quinlan pressed his face into her purple hair and breathed just as quietly, and Khaleen felt herself smile in spite of herself, touched.
She didn't really understand her Jedi's bad reputation. Quinlan wasn't deliberately mean or aggressive, just a little... blunt, and insensitive, but it wasn't out of cruelty, it was more of a social awkwardness, but to those who knew him he showed his concern in other ways, like the time he'd found an undetectable com so she could contact him safely if he had to leave everything behind on an undercover mission. Or when he'd gone to threaten her landlord at his studio on Coruscant who wanted to throw her out because she didn't come home often and was trying to extract sexual favors from him.
Quinlan was a good man, a lost and troubled man, but a good one. And he had been so gentle, so tender, so... if Khaleen had to put a word to it, she would say that he had behaved with her like a lover, a true lover.
She could still remember his hands on her hips, his fingers tightening on her thighs, the strong muscles of his back rippling under her hands. She remembered his lips on hers, his tongue against her, the tenderness with which he held her hand and intertwined their fingers and held her against him with his other arm around her waist as he gently sank into her with careful rolls of his hips...
It had been wonderful, a very nice evening and a wonderful fuck.
They should probably get up, Quinlan probably had somewhere to be and she had an appointment with an informer later.
Quinlan let out a small sigh and leaned a little harder against her, his body still a little more loose and relaxed.
She'd worry about that later, war waits for no one, you have to enjoy every moment of peace.