Hunter or Prey

"Someone told me that Jedi Knights might have feelings, but they would never feel 'attachment'... Do you know how I answered?" Karin Henz murmured as she kissed Quinlan Vos fiercely. "I told him, what the hell do I care about what you Jedi Knights allow or don't allow..."

"Fuck him. Next time that old man Tholme says that to you, just tell him to shut up," Quinlan Vos cursed.

"Dear Quin, he's your master, and yet you call him an old man..." Karin said with a coquettish laugh.

"Because he really is a bastard old man." Quinlan Vos delivered the final thrust, then straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed.

Karin Henz got up from the bed, picked up her coat, and pulled a pack of cigarettes from inside. She lit one, sat down beside Quinlan Vos, and began to smoke.

"When did you start smoking this... Dawn Star Planet specialty?" Quinlan Vos asked with a frown.

"Cigarettes," Karin replied. "But this pack isn't a Dawn Star Planet specialty. They were grown on Roon, and they cost more than ten times less than the Red Pagoda Mountain brand made on Dawn Star Planet, though they don't taste as good. Honestly... this stuff's pretty nice. Want to try?"

Karin placed the cigarette she had just smoked between Quinlan Vos's lips. He took a tentative drag and immediately broke into a violent coughing fit.

"Get that thing away from me! I'll never touch it again for the rest of my life!" Quinlan Vos hurriedly got up, grabbed a bottle of liquor nearby, and took a huge swig. He returned to the bedside with the bottle, drank another mouthful, then handed it directly to Karin.

Karin took the bottle and drank as well. Then she said flatly, "Count Dooku told