Protector of Qui-Gon's Beard and Keeper of Obi-Wan's
heart-wrenching "Nooooo!"
Archive - Master_Apprentice, all other's please ask (not that I
really think anyone will want it :-))
Category - Humour, PWP
Rating - Um - No explicit sex, but it is implied. Not sure
exact rating.
No Spoilers . not enough plot for that <gr>
Summary - Obi-Wan has a fetish, and Qui-Gon finds out about it.
Feedback - Always welcome
Disclaimer - Not mine just borrowing, promise not to hurt them,
no money being made.
Comments - This is the first Slash piece I've written down
although I've written other fanfic and Slash is often filtering
though my head. I couldn't resist the challenge so I hope you
like it. I apologise to the Keeper of Obi-Wan's "Yes Master",
but I seem to have borrowed that quite a lot too :-). It's just
a little over the 800 word limit.
Qui-Gon looked at himself thoughtfully in the mirror and lifted
the scissors to trim off the last tuft of excess beard which
had appeared on the last mission. It was all well and good
assisting in peace negotiations in the middle of a ceremonial
swap, but it just wasn't good for facial hair, or any other
hair for that matter. He continued staring at his face for a
little while longer and considered washing his beard yet again.
He just didn't seem to be able to make it feel clean, but then
after a week up to his knees in goo that the Ravadi considered
Holy, he wasn't sure he'd ever be clean again.
With a resigned sigh he rubbed his fingers through the greying
brown hair again. Maybe he should just cut it off and be done
with it. It was greying considerably these days and even though
he was a Jedi Master he didn't want to look too old before his
time. A fresh look might be good for him, it would surprise the
hell out of Mace to start with. With those thoughts in his mind
he lifted the scissors once more and prepared to cut.
The door of his room opened without so much as knock to
indicate that someone wanted to come in.
"Noooo!" is was a most heart wrenching yell and it brought
Qui-Gon up short.
The familiar presence of Obi-Wan impinged itself on the
Master's senses and he turned to find a very flustered looking
Padawan kneeling in the middle of his floor, looking for all
the world as if he would prostrate himself if necessary.
"Please, Master, don't cut it off," Obi-Wan begged.
Qui-Gon blinked at his apprentice in surprise, there was
genuine emotion on the younger man's face, and his plea was
definitely heart felt.
"Padawan," the Jedi said calmly, "I had no idea you felt so
strongly about this matter. Is there some reason why you feel
so attached to my beard?"
At that point Obi-wan began to look a little embarrassed, and a
blush slowly crept from his neck up into his face.
"It mnnmn mnmnmmn mn," was the reply.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, I didn't quick catch that," Qui-Gon told
his student evenly.
The blush deepened, and silence descended.
"Well, Padawan?" Qui-Gon knew he had a wicked streak at times,
but he couldn't help himself, besides which Obi-Wan kneeling
there looking so bashful was sending messages to various parts
of his anatomy that were distinctly pleasant.
"It turns me on, Master," was the very quiet admission.
Qui-Gon tried really hard to keep the smile of his face, he
even managed it for a good thirty seconds. They had been more
than just Master and Padawan for well over six months now, and
yet Obi-Wan could still be so reticent about their sex life. It
was a trait Qui-Gon found quite alluring, but one he was going
to have to curb in the young man if they were both going to get
the best out of this relationship. Well, he mused to himself,
he could always threaten to cut off his beard to get the truth
out of Obi-Wan at any time in the future.
"You could have just told me," he said with a grin, "but it
does explain all the moments I've caught you staring at my chin
for no reason I could see at the time."
Obi-wan blushed a little more, which Qui-Gon found quite
surprising because he wasn't aware it was physically possible.
He noted absently that his apprentice looked good in pink and
then walked over to him. He reached down and cupped one
coloured cheek in his right hand. Grey, almost blue, very
expressive eyes gazed up at him and Qui-Gon felt once again why
he loved this generous, often serious young man.
"I like you looking at me," he admitted and gently pulled
Obi-Wan to his feet. "Never feel ashamed to tell me your true
feeling, Obi-Wan, they are important to me."
"Yes, Master," was the instant reply.
Qui-Gon's first thought was to wonder if those words we just
the response which came to his apprentice's mind no matter what
his advice might be. He gazed into Obi-Wan's face for a few
moments and let his apprentice feel his emotions.
"Do you love me?" he finally asked.
"Yes, Master," there was no hesitation, and yet Qui-Gon knew
Obi-Wan spoke the truth.
"How long have you loved me?" he found the question on his lips
before he had time to really think about it.
"Forever, Master," was the reply.
"And how long will you love me?" Qui-Gon continued, finishing
the train of thought going through his mind.
"Forever, Master," Obi-Wan repeated.
Just for a moment Qui-Gon wondered how he had come to deserve
such devotion, and then he forgot all about anything so
cerebral. He pulled Obi-Wan towards him and their lips met, the
Padawan's mouth already parting to invite Qui-Gon's probing
tongue. Arms entwined the Jedi Master and he felt Obi-Wan's
sensuous body pressed against him. Qui- Gon gave him self up to
the embrace totally.
Eventually even Jedi's had to come up for air and the two
parted. Looking back into Obi-Wan's face it was not difficult
to see exactly what was on the young man's mind. Qui-Gon's eyes
skimmed downwards and his apprentice's excitement was more than
obvious though the young man's pale trousers.
"I believe this fetish requires investigation," Qui-Gon said
formally, and saw the spark of intense interest in Obi-Wan's
eyes. "We must explore exactly what effect my beard has on your
reactions, it may prove useful."
He spoke as if it was just another training exercise a game
they had played before. His Padawan licked his lips in
anticipation, and only said two words, "Yes, Master."
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