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09.28.2012 , 12:35 PM |
Characters: Malavai Quinn and Athra
Universe: Quick Quinn Quotes
Malavai Quinn had become an expert on dodging unwanted advances. He was never one to juggle business with pleasure and sought to make sure the two never intertwined. He had learned that lesson the hard way when a certain Moff’s daughter became a bit too clingy. After two weeks of okay intercourse and a few dinners she had wanted a marriage proposal. She was insane. He learned then never to mix business with pleasure and to never date the crazy chick or do anything else to her for that matter.
That’s how he landed on Balmorra and, eventually, in the employ of the warrior currently trying to worm her way into his britches: Lord Athra. He had no idea if she had a last name, he was never un-assaulted enough to bother to ask and her file was oddly blank in that regard. He had to admit, to himself and no one else thank you very much, that he was attracted to the warrior the moment he met her. She exuded power, confidence, and sexuality. Not to mention the sheer rarity of her brilliant red skin. She definitely got him thinking about his academy days.
It was with great reluctance that he began accepting gifts from her. Sure, he loved the military gear case she had given him and the rare hilt for his vibroknife, but he really didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about him. Their relationship needed to stay professional. No matter how many times she invaded his dreams or invaded his personal space wearing that perfume he had mentioned in passing that he liked on her. He had let that one slip and now he never smelled the end of it.
Athra entered the bridge at the end of his shift one evening with a small box in her hand. She handed it to him with a smile then turned and left without saying a word. Strange behavior for a woman who had done nothing, but chase him around the ship. Sometimes literally. Sometimes without clothes on. He shook the thought from his head.
He opened the box and found a plain gold necklace inside with a small medics logo as a charm. He pulled the necklace from the case and flipped the charm over.
Malavai Quinn Treasured Medic and Crew Member
He was touched. He put on the necklace without a second thought, placed it under his uniform jacket, and went about finishing his shift. That night his dreams were more vivid than ever. They distracted him to the point of him making a mistake during his next shift. Athra noticed it immediately and worried that he was ill. She had to be oblivious to the effect she had on him.
“Is everything alright, Captain?” Athra asked him gently.
He stiffened in his parade rest. He had fixed the mistake and hoped it would go unnoticed. Bigger fool he.
“Are you sick?”
“No, my Lord,” he said stiffly. He turned to face her. “My Lord, you have caused me some difficulty, and I’d like to confirm it was unintended.” He paused for a moment. “Forgive me if I’m mistaken, but some time ago it seems you expressed an interest in me beyond our professional relationship.”
Athra smiled at him. “I have you tossing and turning in your bunk do I?”
“In a manner of speaking, which is why I bring it up.” He paused and shifted his stance. “I admit you have a knack for… surprising me. I’m usually swifter on my toes. I should have immediately said that any personal involvement between us could cloud judgment and compromise your campaigns.”
“That’s too bad,” Athra purred. “I like taking risks.”
He swallowed. This was his opening. He could take it or leave it there, hanging in the wind. The necklace around his neck suddenly felt heavy. He found himself lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her gently. As quickly as it started, he pulled away, his eyes wide and confused.
“This… my Lord, I am drawn to you. Make no mistake, but this should not continue. It’s improper.”
“The impropriety is what makes it fun,” she said lowly.
“I’m sure it does, my Lord.” He paused and shifted his feet. “I should get back to my duties.”
“If you must,” Athra pouted.
Quinn nodded brusquely and turned to a nearby console, busying himself with the most mundane thing he could find. Athra left the bridge without further argument. He stared after her from the corner of his eye. She was dangerous. But she smelled really good. The necklace around his neck shifted against his skin as he moved about the bridge. He couldn’t let himself get distracted like this. But she smelled really good. He knew this nearly obsessive feeling well enough to know what would come of it.
It was the stirrings of love.
LOL in-game dialogue.
I'll probably die if you group with me, but I'll go out with both lightsabers drawn stabbing someone in the face. Probably you, but it's cool. Forever Shenanigans!!
Quick Quinn Quotes
Ninety Seven Percent
Ald, the Silly Sith Warrior