Archive: Master & Apprentice, The Nesting Place, OKEB, QGEB
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George Lucas - he of the incredible luck and multi-million
dollars. Please don't sue, as I have none of that stuff.
Many, many Obi-Wan kisses to both Chris and Heather for
beta'ing my stuff - you two are the best ;D
Strong, sated bodies glistened with perspiration. Twin
heartbeats slowly returned to their normal cadence and
breathing evened out. The larger, older man wrapped his arms
tightly around the younger, smaller one.
Large, blunt fingers ran through short sandy blonde hair,
loosening the tiny tail at the back of a damp head, then the
large body moved closer so that a well-muscled chest became the
perfect cushion for sleep. Slender, elegant hands twined
themselves around a firm waist as the lovers snuggled together.
A small sight of satisfaction, like a cat purring in pleasure,
escaped from the younger man as he was petted and stroked with
loving intent. The elder chuckled warmly at that sound, for he
all but expected his young lover to arch his back and demand
his tummy be rubbed next.
"Tell me a story Master." Came the sleepy request.
"I haven't told you a story since you were a child, love.
Perhaps I've forgotten how," the master replied.
"Not a children's story master, tell me an adult's story. I
want to hear your voice as I fall asleep," the happily
exhausted apprentice explained, moving closer into the large
frame that held him so tight.
"If I tell you an adult's story do you really think you could
fall asleep?" Qui-Gon Jinn inquired wickedly of his young love.
"Perhaps, Master. That last round did me in. I'm totally
exhausted." Obi-Wan teased, adjusting his position so that his
semi-aroused shaft pressed into his lover's thigh.
"I can see that." Qui-Gon intoned dryly.
"My story, Master?" Obi-Wan reminded.
"Very well beloved. But it cannot be an arousing one. We really
must get some rest soon. Tomorrow we leave on another mission
for the council."
"Mmm. Master... tell me when you first knew" Obi-Wan asked
sleepily.
"First knew what love?"
"First knew you no longer thought of me as a child but as a man
you loved."
"Ahhh. That is a story worth telling." Qui-Gon paused a few
moments, collecting his thoughts, sorting through cherished
memories.
"It wasn't like a bolt of lightning or a flash of illumination
Obi-Wan. It was a gradual sometimes painful, sometimes
delightful, metamorphosis. And it is a journey I will always
treasure making."
"I believe it began around your 16th year celebration. We were
on Alderaan to witness their Moonwinds festival. We were
dressing for the masque, and you came to me in your costume,
asking for help in fastening your domino. You were only wearing
leggings and boots and holding your domino in your hands. Your
chest was gloriously bare and you smelled like the rain - clean
and wild. and I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss you. I was
shocked and angered at myself. You were my Padawan. My student
and my friend, but my feelings for you were suddenly very
un-teacher-like. I meditated long and hard to try and rid
myself of those unwanted feelings, but it didn't work."
"After that it was the little things that began to play on my
mind. The way your ponytail would brush against my cheek as I
stood behind you to help with a saber position. How innocent
you face looked in sleep. The way your eyes lit up as you
laughed. The way you moved in our lightsaber duels. Your
loyalty and love for your friends. The little furrow you get in
between your brows when you disagree with me but are trying so
hard not to voice that disagreement."
"I began to miss you when you were gone and when I realized you
were enjoying yourself, like any healthy young man, I felt
jealousy. I wanted you with me at all times, not with those
nameless friends you had. I was desperate enough to speak with
Master Windu on the subject."
"What did he say to you?" Obi-Wan whispered, now totally awake
and completely engrossed in the tale.
"He told me to search my heart, that I would find the answers I
sought within myself. And then he told me to cherish this time.
these emotions, for they would be the most bittersweet I would
ever have. To help me, Master Windu requested you to help him
with council duties for a few standard weeks. This gave me time
to get away and reflect without you distracting me - for what a
glorious distraction you were!"
"I went to a small planet in a nearby system, one used by Jedi
for retreat and reflection. I spent days in meditation in
thought. The only answer I came up with was Wait. So I returned
to Coruscant, and waited."
"Many missions and assignments came and went and three more
years passed by. Once more we found ourselves on Alderaan for
the Moonwinds festival. Once more I found you at my door,
domino in hand, smelling like the wild rain and requesting
assistance. Once again I felt the need to kiss those seductive
lips of yours my Padawan."
"And that time you did. You grasped my shoulders, pulled me
into your body and stole my breath with a kiss so wondrously
sweet and tender I felt my soul shake," Obi-wan finished,
sighing in remembrance.
"Yes and that time I knew it was right, that my time to wait
was over. It was when we parted and I looked into your
beautiful sea-blue eyes to find desire, acceptance and love
that I knew I loved you. You are a part of me Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You are the half that makes me whole."
"We didn't make it to the Moonwinds Masque that time, did we
master?" Obi-Wan chuckled, as he snuggled a little more
comfortably into his lover's chest.
"No beloved, we didn't. We were too busy learning our own dance
steps to practice the same ones everyone else was using that
night." Qui-Gon teased gently.
"Thank you for my story Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan whispered, at last
settling down to sleep. "I love you too."
"As I shall always love you. You were worth waiting for Obi-Wan
Kenobi. Your love was well worth the wait."
The two loves drifted slowly away, bodies as entwined as their
hearts and minds. Two halves of the perfect whole.
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