Cradle to Grave

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61, kiss

His lips are cool, clinical. They are not particularly unskilled. Some innate instinct, honed perhaps by his Force, enables them to give me pleasure.

It is a strange thing, to be in such an intimate embrace and feel so... alone.

"Curiosity satisfied?" He asks afterwards.

I study him. His eyes are filled with calm, respect, a little curiosity. That is all. No passion. Not even contempt.

"Yes, I am satisfied" I admit, "and sorry. I have great pity for you, Jedi Kenobi."

A man is not supposed to feel more passion for a book of laws than a beautiful woman.

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