Disclaimer: They're not mine (pout!), the amazing Lucas owns
'em and I'm just playing with his toys. I promise to play nice
and put 'em back when I'm done. :)
Authors Note: This is my first SW fic ever, so please be kind.
I've got a ton of ideas floating around my head for these two,
so hopefully you'll be hearing more from me soon! Well, that is
if this doesn't totally suck! <G>
As the Queen's transport sped back towards Naboo, Obi-Wan
Kenobi stretched out on the sleeping crate that he was
currently sharing with his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. Gently
settling into a comfortable position the Jedi apprentice began
contemplating the tidal wave of emotions that were coursing
though his young body and mind. He made no attempt to mask his
thoughts as the elder Jedi was in a deep sleep, his battle with
the Sith earlier that day on Tatooine having taxed him
considerably.
Obi-Wan let a sigh as he fought to calm his still ragged nerves
and clear his mind. Today had been a close call, much too
close. If the transport had been one minute later, his Master
might now be dead. A soul deep pain and gripping fear
threatened to overtake him as the thought of losing Qui-Gon
washed over him once again. He couldn't, wouldn't allow himself
dwell on how close he had come to losing his Master, the one
who brought meaning to his life. Qui-Gon was here and he was
alive, so there was no need to dwell on what *could have* been.
After trying unsuccessfully to clear his mind, Obi-Wan turned
so that he was lying on his side facing his beloved Master.
Watching the steady rise and fall of the Jedi's chest, he felt
a familiar calmness and warmth settle over him. Obi-Wan smiled
to himself, even in his sleep; Qui-Gon could help him center
himself.
Languidly, the Jedi apprentice allowed his eyes to travel at
ease over the sleeping form of his Master. His eyes drank in
the regal features of his face, the muscled plains of his bare
chest and the way the thin blanket hugged his side, seemly
caressing it. As his eyes settled on the sensuous curve of
Qui-Gon's ear, Obi-Wan didn't attempt to quell his thoughts of
what it would feel like to run his tongue along that curve and
nibble the lobe.
Closing his eyes briefly, but unable to stop his current train
of thought, Obi-Wan gave in and let his mind continue to
wander. He had kept his feelings for his Master buried away,
hidden from the elder for so long that it felt good, almost
cleansing to let them rise and bubble to the surface on this
night.
In his minds eye, the young apprentice could see himself
nuzzling his Master's neck, running his tongue into the hallow
of his throat before snaking it across his collar bone. Obi-Wan
groaned low in his throat as he imagined worrying the flesh
above the bone with his teeth, then kissing and licking it.
His active young mind, flashed forward to an image of them
lying together naked and caressing, mind open allowing Qui-Gon
into the most intimate places, so the Jedi could see how deep
and true his Padawan's feelings ran for his Master. He wished
that he could tell Qui-Gon how much he meant to him, how the
gentle, reassuring touch of the elder Jedi's hand made his
heart flutter and desire clench in the pit of his stomach. How
he wanted nothing more then to hold his Master in his arms and
be one with the Force.
Closing his eyes once again, the handsome young apprentice
tried to still his mind. He would never tell Qui-Gon how he
felt for his Master. He just couldn't risk the possible
rejection, the rift that such an admission if not returned
would surly cause in their relationship. His Master had never
given any indication that he shared more then a Master's love
for his Padawan with Obi-Wan. So, Obi-Wan had learned to be
content, to bury his feelings deeply so the elder would not
detect them.
With a soul deep sigh, Obi-Wan rose from the crate and set to
pace about the small room in a vain attempt to help alleviate
his frustration. A small smile played over his lips as he
recalled just days before his Master telling him "Don't center
of your anxiety, Obi-Wan. Keep your concentration on the here
and now, where it belongs." If his Master only knew that the
here and now was the center of his anxiety.
Deciding that being so close to the object of his desire was
not helping his mental state, Obi-Wan grabbed his cloak and
headed for the door. He could check on the others then find a
quite place to meditate until his body and feelings were
sufficiently under control again to try and get some sleep.
As the door to the room closed, Qui-Gon opened his eyes and
expelled a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding. He
had awoken when he sensed Obi-Wan's fear earlier. Realizing
quickly that his Padawan was recounting the events of the day
and would be embarrassed to be seen so emotional, he had
continued to feign sleep. It had taken all the strength the
Jedi Master could muster to block himself from his student.
A large smile played over Qui-Gon's face as his Padawan's
unbidden thoughts permeated his mind. He had never imagined,
never even dared to think that Obi-Wan felt more then
friendship for him. His Padawan's feelings mirrored his own,
they had both just been too afraid to let it be shown.
Qui-Gon had a feeling that when his Padawan returned from his
meditation that it would be a sleepless night indeed...
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