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There is no emotion, there is peace.
Sunstone Filars didn’t do one-night stands.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
Of course, that meant that the number of any encounters of romantic nature she had could be counted on fingers of one hand with plenty room to spare. She was not all that experienced and worldly, she knew, but at the same time, it gave her a good idea how to handle one’s body, both hers and another’s, should it come to pleasure, as she and her partners could say.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Well, not Doc, that was for sure.
Doc, when left to his own devices, would like nothing else than a string of one-night stands, possible multiple-night-stands, but nothing that could - Force forbid - be marked down as permanent. It was worth the pleasure, those encounters, but not the drama. No strings attached, a few pleasurable moments… that was what the ol’ Doc wanted.
Well, that, and breakfast afterwards.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
The Jedi, however, were taught to view those things seriously after a certain point in their lives; not the beginning, but a part of strong relationship, where the individuals would be in everything together, their bond thriving and ending only with death of one of the partners.
There is no death, there is the Force.
So when the attractive and charming medic made his move, leaning close towards the smaller woman, Sunstone just gave him a smile and a shake of her head, as she stepped back.
“Sorry, Doc,” she told him, marking his surprise, “but I’m not much of a bed and breakfast kind of girl.”