Archive: Yes to Master and Apprentice and StarWarsChicks, all
others please ask.
Category: Non Q/O, Romance, PWP
Rating: NC-17, as usual!
Warnings: Adult content and language
Spoilers: None
Summary: Good friends will just do ANYTHING for each other.
Feedback: If you want, this was done as an act of love though
so I only expect it from one person!
Disclaimers: Standard crap applies... George owns 'em, I use
'em, they don't complain - much, anyway, and unfortunately
nobody pays me either.
Notes: This story won't make much sense unless you've read mine
and Master Yo-Gurt's other stories, "Jedi HMO" or the "Three
Roads" series, but it is a stand alone and you don't HAVE to
read either of the other two. And, as usual, not enough thanks
are applicable to the beta goddesses Silky and Crysta. Lastly,
Happy Birfday, partner. I wish I could give 'em to you for
real.
There was a lot of giggling going on behind the door to
apartment 29 of the Jedi Temple. Female giggling. Obi-Wan
Kenobi, one of the three residents of the apartment, hesitated
before palming open the door, hearing that laughter. He knew
one of the gigglers would be his roommate, Lia, but wasn't sure
who the other was. He shrugged; oh well, might as well face the
music, he thought.
His lover Lia sat on the sofa which faced the front door, next
to a familiar blonde woman, and both were gasping with
laughter, clutching their sides. When the door slid open and
they saw Obi-Wan there, the giggling increased, if that was
possible. Lia collapsed on the sofa, howling softly, pounding
the thigh of her friend who managed to get out a choked "'lo,
Obi-Wan" before joining her compatriot in hysterics.
Obi-Wan just stood there for a moment, arms akimbo, staring at
the women with a quizzically amused expression on his face.
Eventually, the two managed to regain a semblance of control,
but the tears rolling down Lia's face and the spastic
expression on her friend's face informed him they were still
too close to incoherence for his peace of mind. "I am not even
going to ask," he said carefully, looking between the two of
them. "Hello, Kath. Congratulations and luck on your trials."
The blonde woman sitting next to Lia blew out a gasp, then
grinned. "Thanks, Obi-Wan. Assuming I get through them, by this
time next week I'll be a Knight! Can you imagine?"
He grinned back. "Actually, I can. You'll make a fine Knight,
Kath. No matter what Lia says."
"HEY!" Lia exclaimed, laughing and throwing a pillow at him,
which he easily ducked.
Kath laughed. "Won't work, Obi-Wan. My best friend only tells
me the truth and never sucks up!"
"Right!" Lia agreed, whapping her friend on the back of the
head. "Which is why I told you to kiss up to Master Yoda so
your trials will be easier!"
Obi-Wan's eyes got big. "You told her to kiss up to Yoda? No
wonder she got her trials scheduled so soon! Lia, why didn't
you tell ME?"
"Cause you're a totally hopeless case anyway, Obi, that's why!
Doesn't matter what you do, you're screwed! Isn't it your turn
to cook dinner? Or would you prefer the commissary tonight?"
Kath was doubled over in laughter again at this exchange, so
missed it when Obi-Wan threw the pillow back at Lia. By the
time Kath settled down, he was leaning over the back of the
sofa, giving his roommate a kiss. She watched fondly as the two
of them caressed each other's mouths for a moment, then Obi-Wan
gently broke the kiss and turned to Kath, also kissing her but
not as passionately. "All kidding aside, Kath, I know you'll do
fine."
She smiled at her one-time lover. "Thanks, Obi. I appreciate
your confidence, I really do."
Lia reached out to touch Kath. "Do you want to stay for dinner?
Assuming this big lug will actually cook something edible..."
"Ah, a challenge! We'll see just how well this 'big lug' can
cook now, you betcha!" Obi-Wan cried as he bounded into the
kitchen.
Between laughter, Kath called out to him, "Oh, Obi, don't for
me... I can't stay anyway. I'm meeting my Master for dinner."
Obi-Wan's voice floated out from the kitchen, amid much banging
of pots and pans. "Too bad that is, yes!" he said in a very bad
imitation of Master Yoda. "Miss you will a culinary
masterpiece, yes!"
Lia rolled her eyes at her friend. "Oh boy, now I've done it.
Who knows WHAT's going to come out of that kitchen now!"
The brisk banging continued while the two women chatted, more
normally now. Shortly, the front door slid open again to reveal
the tall visage of Lia's other roommate, Master Qui-Gon Jinn.
He smiled at the two women on the sofa while hanging up his
Jedi robe on the coat rack near the door, then came to kiss Lia
hello. "Obi's making dinner - be afraid," she laughed. "You
remember Kath, don't you?"
"Of course I do," he said, taking one of the chairs facing the
sofa. "I understand congratulations are in order, Padawan. You
take your trials next week?"
Kath had fallen silent as soon as Qui-Gon came into the room,
and Lia looked at her friend curiously. By the look of pure
adoration on her face, Lia figured her unrequited lust and love
for the tall Jedi master was still going strong, and Lia had to
clamp down on her shields to avoid having any of her thoughts
stray. Qui-Gon felt her shields come up, and gave her a quick
glance, but an almost imperceptible shake of her head warned
him not to say anything.
"Yes, Master," Kath was saying, softly, her face a bit red but
mastering her emotions beautifully. She really will make a
wonderful knight, Lia thought. "With some luck and the Force
behind me, I should be a Knight before... before the end of
next week."
She was going to say something else, Lia thought, then realized
what it was. Her birthday! Her birthday was next week, the day
after her trials. Now what could I give her for her
birthday? wondered Lia to herself, as a sneaky,
underhanded, and thoroughly wicked idea began to worm it's way
into her brain.
A particularly loud crash from the kitchen made all three start
and turn. "S'okay! I'm all right!" yelled Obi-Wan. "Kath, you
sure you can't stay for dinner?"
The two women rolled their eyes and laughed. Qui-Gon joined in,
then said, "perhaps it's us that should join you,
Padawan! I'm not sure I want to face what will be coming out of
that kitchen!"
At his light-hearted suggestion, Kath started and dropped her
eyes. Lia, noticing the reaction, smiled a self-satisfied smile
to herself and began planning how to go about giving her best
friend the night of her life, even as she bid that friend
goodnight.
Later that evening, after a dinner that was surprisingly
edible, the three roommates lounged with drinks and datapads.
Lia was back on the sofa, Obi-Wan stretched out with his head
in her lap, engrossed in a report. Qui-Gon sat in the same
chair he had used earlier, moved so that he could reach Lia on
the sofa and his feet could reach the coffee table, and went
over some notes for a class. Lia had been studying an
astrophysics text, but found she couldn't concentrate. She
finally lowered the datapad to find her lover's eyes on hers,
amused.
"My heart, you have been distracted since your friend left. Is
there something you want to discuss?" Qui-Gon asked, smiling
and taking her hand.
She smiled back at the tall, distinguished man sitting next to
her, just drinking in the sight of him for a moment before
speaking. "Actually, love," she finally said, hesitantly,
"there is, but it's rather personal..."
"Oh goody, can I eavesdrop?" asked Obi-Wan, his eyes never
leaving his datapad.
Lia whapped the top of his head. "Hush up, braid boy. It's
about Kath..."
"Ah," Obi-Wan interrupted again, impudently aware of how much
it annoyed his lover. "I see. Kath and her unrequited lust for
our Master?" he asked, absently rubbing the top of his head
where she had smacked him.
Lia sighed. "Obi, you can be so incredibly tactless at times,
did you know that?"
He grinned upside-down at her from his nest in her lap. "Of
course. But I've always said honesty is the best policy."
Qui-Gon had been following the exchange with a puzzled smile on
his face. "I don't think I follow the logic here. What is this
about your friend, Kath, Lia?"
Lia sighed again. "Qui, she's been in love with you for years."
The Master's eyes widened. "Unrequited, of course, since she's
been a Padawan and you're a Master, and not even her Master.
And now she's going to become a Knight, and the three of us
have bonded. She's feeling very much at a loss right now."
"Force, I didn't have a clue," Qui-Gon said finally, a slightly
stunned look on his face. "Are you sure, Lia? Do you know why?"
"You do tend to have that effect on many people, my Master,"
Obi-Wan piped up. "I know of at least a dozen... OW! Lia, not
so hard!"
"Oh, you love it," she growled in reply. "Qui-Gon, what did you
expect? She's been shielding it from you for years. I knew, but
only because I guessed and plus she's my best friend." Lia
paused and shook her head softly. "I think she always held out
some hope for when she became a Knight, but now that time is
here, and..."
"...and the three of us have bonded," he finished for her.
"Goodness. I don't know what to say!"
Lia put her hand over Obi-Wan's mouth as it opened again,
sending him the brusque mental command "put a sock in it, braid
boy!" He subsided, glaring at her in mock outrage, then licked
the palm of her hand wickedly. She just gave him an
exasperated, loving look before turning back to Qui-Gon.
The Master was sitting lost in thought, his face reflecting his
surprise. But , Lia thought to herself, at least he's
not repelled by the idea. That's promising. Aloud, she said
"to make matters worse, her birthday is the day after her
trials. I've been struggling with what would make an
appropriate birthday present, given that she'll probably become
a Knight the day before..." Lia let her voice trail off and
pointedly avoided looking down at Obi-Wan, who was almost
vibrating with suppressed mirth as he picked up on where she
was taking the idea.
Qui-Gon wasn't far behind his Padawan. "Lia, you can't be
suggesting what I think you're suggesting..." he started,
frowning at her.
Better think fast, she thought. "And why not, Qui-Gon?
Don't you find her attractive? You wouldn't want to spend an
evening with a wonderful woman like she is?" She kept her voice
light and non-threatening, realizing that she would have to
tread carefully if her plan was to work. Meanwhile, she kept
his hand in hers.
He was still frowning at her, but not forbiddingly so. "An
evening, Lia? Is that all you're thinking? Because I sense you
are referring to more. And I wouldn't want to hurt the young
lady in question, at all."
She smiled and brought his hand to her lips for a kiss. "Master
Jinn, you are the consummate gentleman. Yes, perhaps more, but
only if YOU feel you should. You and her. Simply spending an
evening out with her, dining and perhaps dancing, would
absolutely make her life. And I'll pay for all of it, as my
present to her."
Qui-Gon chuckled, returning the kiss to her hand. "Oh no, you
won't, but I'll let you pay for half." Lia let out a breath she
hadn't known she was holding as he spoke, then smiled
beatifically at him.
"Oh, my darling Master, I'm so glad to hear you say that. Then
you'll go along with my plan?"
"Yes, Mistress-mine, I'll go along with it, to a point. I'll be
happy to wine, dine and dance with Kath, in celebration of her
birthday and her trials, but as for the rest..."
"That's all I could hope for, Qui-Gon. You are such a wonderful
person for doing this! Thank you, so much," and here Lia was
interrupted by a soft hand on her cheek - Obi-Wan, who was
reaching up to touch her, his eyes filled with love and not a
little awe.
"I think the wonderful person here is not Master Jinn, no
matter how much he deserves that title," Obi-Wan said, glancing
at his Master for confirmation. "Only a true friend would do
something like this for another. Wouldn't you say so, Master?"
Qui-Gon nodded and smiled. "Yes, Padawan, I think that's very
perceptive of you. Regardless what happens, I think Kath is
very lucky to have a friend like Master Pilot Lia Jae-Mil."
Lia ducked her head, a light blush on her cheeks. "It's only
what she deserves. She's a great lady."
"You BOTH are," said Obi-Wan, tweaking her nose gently. "And I
think it's far past time we showed you some gratitude for your
generous nature, right, Master?"
Qui-Gon's grin was positively wicked by this time, as he said
"absolutely, Padawan, absolutely!"
Her trials were over, and Kath fingered the spot on her head
where her Padawan braid used to be. It felt weird. SHE felt
weird. Just like that, she was a Knight, Master Tovra was
beaming with pride (and Kath noticed the tears in her eyes, but
couldn't say a thing since they were mirrored in her own), and
the other Council members congratulating her. Actually, if she
had to sum up her feelings in one word, it would be numb.
She hadn't slept well the night before her trials, and
afterwards all she wanted to do was sleep, so it wasn't until
almost noon ("My birthday!" she thought) that she managed to
drag herself out of her bed and get some caff into her system.
A long, cream colored envelope had been stuck under her door
sometime in the night or morning. "Probably another
congratulations card," she thought. Everyone, it seemed, had
forgotten in the heat of her trials that her birthday was that
day too.
The envelope was heavy and engraved, letters she couldn't quite
make out on the flap. Gently she broke the seal and opened it,
pulling out an equally heavy, deeply embossed card.
The Pleasure of your Company is Requested at half past Sixth
hour Tonight for Dinner. Dress is Formal.
That was all it said. No response name or number, just the
lovely, calligraphic script embossed on the card stock. She
stared at it stupidly for a moment, trying to figure out what
it meant. It had to be a joke. Or perhaps her Master, (_former
Master she thought, with a slight pang), wanting to take her
out to celebrate her Knighthood and birthday. But Master Tovra
would never be devious about such a thing.
She reached Lia at her workshop, the noises of machinery in the
background overpowering her voice. "WHAT? Wait a minute...NO
NO, Apprentice, that's COUNTER-clockwise! Now try it again!"
Shortly the noise faded as Lia got under a hush hood. "There,
that's better, Hi Kath! What's up... oh, and happy birthday!"
"Uh, thanks! I thought everyone had forgotten in the aftermath
of my trials," Kath said, pleased her friend remembered.
"You think I'd forget that? For one month of the year, you're
older than me!" Lia and Kath both laughed at that, their ages
were very close and the subject of much discussion over the
years. "Speaking of which, can you come over for dinner
tonight, or has your Master already spoken for you?"
"Um, that's just it, Lia," Kath said, the puzzlement in her
voice clear. "I've got this weird invitation to dinner tonight,
and I don't know who from. It's not from you, is it?"
Lia held up her hands. "No, not me! I meant to ask you to
dinner sooner, but life intruded. What does it say?"
Kath held the puzzling card up before the camera pickup, and
Lia scanned it quickly, frowning. "That's it? There wasn't
anything else?"
"No, not a thing. I don't know what to do. Do you think it
could be from Master Tovra?"
Lia chewed on her lip for a minute, frowning. "I dunno, Kath,
you know your Master better than I. Would she do something like
this?"
The other woman stared at her friend for a moment, thinking.
"You know, I'm not sure. Normally I would have said no, but
actually, this is not a normal situation is it?"
Lia grinned brilliantly at her friend. "No, I would say not,
KNIGHT Kath!" They laughed at the reference, then Lia's face
sobered. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know, Lia!" Kath said, distressed. "I mean, even if I
go, what could I possibly wear?"
"Well," Lia said slowly, "you ARE a Jedi Knight now, so I
wouldn't worry about being assaulted," Kath laughed at that and
agreed. "And as for wear... what about that midnight blue dress
you bought two years ago?"
Kath's eyes widened. "Lia! I can't wear THAT! It's almost
indecent!"
Her friend laughed. "Since when did you let that bother you?"
Abruptly Lia swiveled out from under the hush hood, and the
almost overpowering noise of the workroom intruded.
"Apprentice! Stop that! Sorry Kath, I've got to go! I'll ring
you later, all right?" Not waiting for an answer, Lia cut the
transmission.
For the next several hours, as she bathed, dressed and did her
normal chores around her small apartment, Kath studied the card
she'd set up on her table. Throughout the day, friends and
relatives called to wish her congratulations, most of them
forgetting it was also her birthday, and each one she asked
about the mysterious invitation but all professed innocence.
Finally, at fifth hour, Lia called back.
"What a day!" she sighed, shaking her curls. "Sorry I didn't
get back to you earlier. So, what's the verdict?"
"Well," Kath started slowly, again fingering the card, "I guess
I'll get ready. You think the blue dress is not too much?'
"Absolutely not. It fits you like a glove and you look like a
million credits in it," Lia said, laughing.
"More like a Huttese whore," Kath muttered, but Lia brushed
that off.
"Oh for crying out loud, you do not. Do you want me to come
over and help you get ready? I'd LOVE to find out who your
mysterious escort will be!"
Kath rolled her eyes at her friend. "Not on your life!" Then
she sighed. "All right, the blue dress it is. I sure wish I
knew who it was."
"Well, you'd better call me tomorrow FIRST THING to let me know
what happened, clear?" Lia's voice was just oozing poorly
disguised curiosity, so much so that her friend had to smile.
"Yes, Mom. Should I call you as soon as I get home?" Kath
teased.
Lia decided two could play at that. "Only if you don't get
lucky!" she said, with a wicked laugh, then cut the connection.
So it was that by a little after sixth hour, Kath had showered,
put on a little of the makeup she rarely used, and was standing
by her bed staring at the infamous blue dress. Sighing, she
shrugged and gently pulled it on. Gently, because it always
felt to her like it was made of spiderwebs.
She had bought the dress on impulse two years ago, after seeing
it on a mannequin and falling in love with the way it looked.
It was backless, really backless, showing everything
down to the lumbar dimple. There were thin straps that went
around her neck, and a gauzy, clingy bodice, sewn with soft
sparkles which almost revealed more than it hid. The skirt was
full, almost floor length, lower in back than in front, falling
in layers of the filmy material it was made of. Unfortunately,
the only shoes she had that matched it were three inch heels,
which made her even taller than she already was, but there was
no help for that.
Looking at herself in her mirror, her eyes got big. Too late
she remembered the real reason she never wore the dress she
loved - on the mannequin it had looked beautiful, on a real,
breathing woman with real breasts it looked incredible. It
actually makes me look nakeder than if I had no clothes on,
she thought, her mind giving her second thoughts over the whole
affair.
But there was no time. Her door chime sounded, and she realized
it was half past already. Taking a deep breath to quell the
butterflies in her stomach, she straightened her shoulders,
straining fabric, and went to open the door to meet her fate.
The door slid open and she almost passed out. Before her,
smiling gently and clutching a small wrist bouquet of a lovely
blue cluster flower, stood the object of her most private
fantasies, Master Qui-Gon Jinn.
"Good evening, Knight," he said, in that deep, velvety voice,
bowing slightly. "I was told that before you said anything, you
are to read this." And with that, he handed her another card,
folded shut. With trembling fingers she took it and read
quickly.
Now don't faint on me, it said, and don't be mad
either. This is a combination birthday and Trials present, from
me, Obi, your Master, and, oh yes, Qui too. You are hereby
COMMANDED to have a good time tonight, and if you don't, I'll
know the reason why!
Love, Lia
She swallowed. "I don't believe this," she whispered, looking
back up to the tall man before her. With her heels on, she
still only came up to his chin. To her surprise, she realized
he was not wearing his customary Jedi robes and instead was
fashionably dressed in a dark turquoise suit, white shirt and
deep blue tie - that perfectly matched her dress. He quite took
her breath away.
"These are also for you, and may I say you look... exquisite...
tonight," Qui-Gon said, handing her the wristlet. Numbly, she
took it and slipped it over her wrist.
"Thank you, Master Jinn," she stammered, trying not to look at
him. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand under her chin, gently
forcing her face up.
"You are a Knight now, Kath," he said quietly. "My name is
Qui-Gon, and I would be pleased if you would call me by it."
"Y-yes, Qui-Gon," she answered, blinking. Oh, how long she had
waited to call him that! "I-I'm sorry for this, it was hardly
my idea and I hope..."
He chuckled. "Nonsense. It isn't every day that an old man like
myself gets to be seen in public with such a...ravishing
creature as yourself. The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.
Lia can be devious, but generally in the end she gets what she
wants, and now she wants us to have a good time. Shall we go?
Our reservations await."
He offered his arm to Kath, who tentatively took it then found
herself holding on for all she was worth. Very well then, she
thought, Lia had set this up so by the Force she WOULD have a
good time!
And to her profound shock, she did. Qui-Gon had made
reservations at the most fashionable and expensive nightclub in
the Temple District of Coruscant. A bottle of Champagne was
waiting at their table, and the music was live. Both before and
after dinner, he danced with her, whirling her expertly around,
their natural Jedi grace the envy of other couples on the
floor. Their table was small and dark, and the noise level
forced them to lean close to talk... which they did. Kath found
herself opening up to the man she had fantasized about for
years, telling him her hopes and fears at becoming a Jedi, her
life in the Temple, and her youth with another rakish female -
Lia.
For his part, Qui-Gon spoke of his journeys. He sincerely
reassured her that he felt she would make a wonderful Knight,
and to trust in her instincts and in the Force. He talked about
her Master, a woman he had known and respected for years. And
he talked about the unexpected bond that had formed between
him, his Padawan and the Pilot.
They didn't really notice when the noise level began to
decrease, mainly due to the late hour, so deeply involved in
each other they were. Kath ran her finger around the edge of
her champagne flute, listening to his description of his triple
relationship, the fondness in his voice unmistakable. She
smiled.
"You know," she said quietly, "Obi-Wan and I were together,
very briefly. He and I have been friends ever since. It's a
rare man that can become such a good friend to a former lover."
"Obi-Wan is a rare man," Qui-Gon agreed, smiling. "In
many ways, you remind me of him. You have that same fire, the
sheer zest for life."
Kath found herself blushing again. "Thank you, but I wish you
wouldn't do that!" she said, not looking at him.
"Do what?" he asked innocently.
"Make me blush like that. I haven't had anyone who could do
that to me in far too long."
"I like seeing you blush," he grinned, "brings color to your
face. Sets off your eyes, which are... very beautiful, you
know," he finished slowly, taking her hand.
Her "very beautiful" eyes met his and she reflected how much
she'd love to be able to drown in them. She swallowed.
"Qui-Gon, I want to thank you for tonight... it has been more
than I ever could have wished," she almost whispered.
He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed them gently. "I've
enjoyed myself very much, Kath. You are an extraordinary
woman."
They sat and stared at each other for a moment, all the things
she wanted to say hovering in her eyes, met with all the
gentleness and love in his. Suddenly the music stopped and the
band leader stepped up to the mike.
"Gentlebeings, it's that time again, time for the last dance.
Young lovers and others please come out to the dance floor to
say goodbye. You've been a tremendous audience and we thank
you."
Qui-Gon smiled over her hand and said, "well, we don't actually
qualify as young lovers, but I think we can still have the last
dance. Will you join me, Kath?"
"Yes," she said, putting her whole heart into that word. They
stood and moved to the dance floor as a slow, romantic ballad
was begun by the band behind them. Kath melted into his arms,
and his hand on her back felt like warm velvet as they swayed
around the floor, oblivious to all others in the room. All too
soon the song ended, and they looked at each other as the
lights slowly came up and scattered applause broke out around
them.
Gently Qui-Gon cupped one hand to her cheek and brushed her
lips with his, tantalizingly. Her eyes partially closed and her
breath caught, but he did no more.
"We'd best go," he said, his voice low and rough. "It's very
late."
Her mouth dry, she had to fight to get words out. "Yes. We had
better."
She didn't know how they got back to the Temple, but by the
time her door appeared before her, she was more under control.
Facing him, she made herself look him in the eyes. Her own were
shining. "I-I was wondering if you would like to come in with
me for a moment, Qui-Gon... I have something I'd like to share
as a thank you. I know it's late..."
His mouth quirked up in a smile. "Of course, for a few
moments," he said, and followed her in. She quickly moved to a
special cabinet and withdrew an old, dusty bottle.
"My uncle," she said, "the one who sponsored me to the Temple,
bought this Correllian Brandy for me when I turned 18. I've
never had an occasion to open it, and I might never have one
again. Would you join me in a drink, to thank you for such a
wonderful evening?"
He took the dusty bottle from her and studied it for a moment.
"Kath, this is very old. I can barely read the date but it
might be over a hundred years. If it's still good, it's worth a
small fortune. Are you sure you want to waste it on me?"
She smiled brilliantly at him and Qui-Gon suddenly felt his
heart go "thump". "I can think of no one else in the universe
I'd rather share it with," she said, sincerely, fetching two
tumblers. "I'm afraid I know nothing at all of this particular
drink, so I don't have a clue as to it's worth. But if it's as
good as you say, then you are worth it, Master Jinn."
He smiled at her and ran one finger down her cheek, which she
leaned into. Then he carefully broke the seal and removed the
cork. The bottle opened with a soft 'pop' and instantly a
fragrant scent filled the room. Qui-Gon sniffed the cork and
inspected it carefully. "It's still good," he said. "It's been
very carefully preserved. The cork will close it up again well,
but you ought to seal it shut later to keep it good."
"I will," she said, watching with large eyes as he poured a
couple of fingers of the amber liquid in each tumbler then
gently replaced the cork. She handed him one glass and kept the
other, touching hers to his before taking a sip.
The liquor was fire on her tongue and throat, and she coughed
slightly in surprise. But as soon as it hit her stomach it sent
warm tendrils out that made her eyes tear. "It's very good,"
she said, after thinking about it for a moment.
Qui-Gon chuckled. "It's a bit powerful if you're not ready for
it," he said, sipping his own drink. "But it is very good. This
is a rich gift you've given me, Kath."
"Not as rich as the gift you've given me," she said. Made bold
by the warmth in her belly, Kath reached up to caress his
cheek. His beard is so soft, she thought, and wondered
what it would feel like rubbing against her neck, her
breasts...
His eyes widened and with a gasp and a sinking feeling she
realized she'd been broadcasting her thoughts. Oh damn,
she thought to herself in dismay, slamming her shields down and
turning away from him.
There was a clink behind her as he set his glass on the table,
and then a warm hand on her shoulder made her turn back. To her
shame, she realized her eyes were filled with tears that she
fought to keep back. "I'm sorry, please forgive me for ruining
the evening..." she said, trying to keep her voice level.
"Don't be sorry. I'm not. To find out that such a lovely young
lady could find this old Jedi desirable is very flattering, my
dear," he soothed, putting one hand on her cheek and keeping
the other on her shoulder. She looked up into his eyes.
"Old, Master Jinn?" she asked quietly, somewhat sadly. "Never.
And you are the most desirable person in the world. Please
believe me when I say that. Because it's true."
He looked deep into her light blue eyes and saw the truth
there, saw the love and desire and felt it in his own heart. He
took the drink she still held in one hand and put it on the
table next to his, then cupped her face in both his big hands.
He felt her hold her breath as he moved closer to her, then
moan almost imperceptibly as he kissed her.
Qui-Gon meant it to be a gentle, somewhat platonic kiss, but it
quickly turned into something else, something hot and needy,
for both of them. He tentatively touched her lips with his
tongue to find it met by hers. Before he was aware what was
happening, his hands were tangled in her shoulder-length blond
hair and her body was pressed against his urgently. Her mouth
tasted sweet to him, and to her, his mouth and body were a
dream come true.
They finally broke the kiss, gasping for air and in passion. He
looked at her as if seeing her clearly for the first time, his
hands still tangled in her hair. "Kath, I don't want to hurt
you, I don't want to do this and have you think..."
"Qui-Gon, please, don't. I know who you are and I know this
isn't permanent," Kath responded softly, her own hands running
through his heavy hair. "Lia is my best friend and I would
never hurt her, or you. If you don't want..."
"But that's just it," he murmured, "I do. I do very, very
much."
She caught her breath, seeing the passion in his eyes, passion
directed at her, passion she had almost given up on seeing,
ever. She closed her eyes, willing that the moment was real,
not a dream, and that it would last forever. Then she felt his
lips on hers again and she gave herself up to her fantasy.
Without breaking his kiss, he swept her into his arms and
carried her into the bedroom. She had one last frantic thought
- how glad she was that she had cleaned her apartment before
that evening - and then his hands were at her neck, untying the
spaghetti straps that held up her dress, easing it down over
her breasts. Then his mouth was on her nipples, sucking and
gently biting and she gasped and writhed in pleasure. His hands
continued pushing the dress down over her hips to pool at her
feet; her panties soon followed and he was on his knees before
her, nuzzling the cleft between her legs.
Her knees were weak, but he supported her with his large hands
on her rear, and she braced herself with her hands on his head.
Then he came up to kiss her again, and she frantically ripped
off his tie, jacket and shirt, wanting desperately to feel his
skin on her hands. He helped her and shortly he was naked to
the waist, her hands running over the silken skin of his smooth
chest and back to probe the waistband of his pants, his hands
crushing her to him.
Gently he lifted her and settled her on the bed, laying down
next to her to continue raining kisses down on her face and her
neck. His hands massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples to
make her gasp, then moving down to her wetness. She caught her
hands in his hair, removing the small clip that held it back
away from his face to let it pour down over and around her,
reveling in the feel of it against her neck and face.
Then she whimpered as his fingers found her clitoris and traced
wet circles around it. Her whimpers turned to gasps and small
cries as his fingers made their way lower to plunge into her
sopping wetness. "Gods," he groaned, "you're so wet..."
She stopped his mouth with hers, greedily sucking his tongue
into her mouth, frantically tasting every part of him, as
though to make sure everything was experienced this one night,
this only night. Leaving her mouth, he moved down her body,
stopping to suck on her breasts, to lick her stomach, and
gradually moved lower until his mouth reached her cunt. She
cried out as his tongue ravished her, arching her back into the
caresses, her hands trembling as she ran them through his hair.
He shifted his body up so that his long legs were closer to her
head, and she used the opportunity to open his pants and free
his cock. Then it was his turn to moan as she worshipped his
organ with her mouth, nibbling, sucking, licking the thick
organ before engulfing it into her mouth. Against her cunt he
groaned again, and plunged his tongue into her.
She released his cock and nearly screamed at the sensation.
Abruptly she felt herself fall over the edge, spasms wracking
her body as Qui-Gon kept up his merciless assault on her clit
and vagina. He held her tightly, lapping the juices that flowed
endlessly from her cunt, then with a last lick on her clitoris,
moved away. She whimpered at the loss of contact, but then saw
it was just to shuck off his pants. Then he came back to drape
his long body over hers.
She was still trembling from the orgasm that rocked her very
foundation as he settled on top of her, kissing her neck again,
biting her earlobe. His fingers played with one nipple while
his tongue bathed her neck, then reached lower to suckle on the
other teat. She was still trembling, this time from desire,
inflamed, nearly frantic to feel him within her. "Please
Qui-Gon," she gasped, bringing one leg to circle his upper
thigh and drag his body closer to hers.
With a small 'pop' his lips let go her nipple, and he reached
up to kiss her lips again. She tasted herself there, and it
only inflamed her more. Qui-Gon rolled partially off her and
with his large, gentle hands, urged her to roll over to her
stomach, then to her knees. Positioning himself on his knees
behind her, he gently, slowly slid fully into her. Both of them
groaned, absolutely overwhelmed by sensation.
"Deep!" gasped Kath, "oh, Gods, so deep, yes, so good!"
Holding her tightly by the waist, Qui-Gon sat back, bringing
her with him until he was sitting on his knees with her on his
lap, impaled upon his length. She turned her head for a kiss, a
wet, sloppy kiss as he continued to fondle her breasts and
clit, then he slowly began to thrust and grind into her. She
threw her head back against his shoulder at the feelings he was
bringing out in her, and he nuzzled her neck as he brought her
hips up and down along his shaft.
"Kath," he groaned, "so good...so wet..." he was almost
incoherent, as was she, his fingers and cock driving her to the
edge, poised.
Suddenly she was there. She wailed his name as she climaxed,
arched and fell to her hands in front of him. He rose to his
knees and began to wildly ram into her, almost tearing her in
two with the intensity of his thrusts combined with her orgasm.
Her screams of pleasure mingled with his growls as he came
violently inside her, filling her to the brim, then slowly
collapsing.
They settled down, still joined by his softening penis in her
vagina, spooned together. They were both panting heavily, and
waited until their racing hearts slowed. He kept his arm around
her, holding her tightly, even as his cock finally slipped from
her. "Thank you," she finally whispered.
"The pleasure was all mine," came the gasping response, and
they both chuckled. He drifted off into a pleasant, post-coital
doze, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and enjoying the
sensation of feeling her skin under his hands. A muffled sniff
brought him back to full consciousness, and he propped himself
on his elbow, brushing her hair away from her face to see tears
slipping down her cheeks.
"Kath?" he asked, concerned. "Have I hurt you, little one?"
She sniffed again, turning to her back to look at his face, not
ashamed of the tears which still oozed from her eyes. "Oh, no,
Qui-Gon, quite the opposite," she reassured him, her smile
brilliant. "I'm sorry. I'm just so... happy. You've given me
such a tremendous gift..." words failed her, and instead she
dropped her shields part-way so that he could see what she was
feeling, the warmth and incredible star-burst happiness at his
presence in her arms. He was humbled and awed at the outpouring
of joy and euphoria he felt in her, and with gentle fingers he
wiped the tears from her face.
"I - I don't know what to say," he said softly. "I'm not sure
I'm worthy of such adoration, my dear. You've put me on such a
pedestal..."
She put her fingers to his lips to silence him. "It's my
fantasy, Master Jinn. You've fulfilled a great longing in my
heart, out of the goodness in yours. If I were to die tomorrow,
I'd die a happy woman now, with one of my greatest fantasies
fulfilled."
He smiled at her analogy, tenderly brushing sweaty, teary hair
back from her face. "Then I humbly accept the pedestal, little
one. I'm glad I could make a dream come true for you... Lia is
right. You are a wonderful person and do deserve much
happiness. If I could fulfill more of your fantasies, I would."
Kath blushed and bit her lip to hold back further tears of
happiness. "This was the best one, and more than I could have
hoped for, believe me," she said. "There is another, but it
involves water, which we seem to lack here."
Qui-Gon grinned, a wicked grin that suddenly reminded Kath of
his Padawan. So THAT'S where Obi-Wan got that grin, she
thought to herself.
"Actually," he drawled, the finger that had been wiping tears
away trailing lazily down her face to her neck, shoulder,
chest, and lower to more interesting places, "I do feel a bit
in need of a shower. I seem to have worked up a sweat."
Kath stopped breathing for a moment, staring at him with wide
eyes. His own were amused and very passionate as he watched her
reaction. "Breathe, little one," he finally murmured, kissing
her deeply.
The kiss seemed to revive her somewhat, for when he broke it
she sighed, "I like the way you sweat, Master Qui-Gon.
And I have a perfectly good 'fresher, with a large shower
stall, if you'd care to use it."
He smiled at her, again running his large, callused fingers
down her cheek. "Only if you join me, Kath."
"I'd be delighted," she managed to force out, which was
difficult since she felt her entire insides had melted into a
large puddle of warm goo.
Qui-Gon stood, avoiding piles of clothing, and held out his
arms to her to help her rise. She climbed off the bed into his
arms, where he greeted her with another mind-blowing kiss, then
walked with her into the 'fresher. Her shower stall was large
enough for the two of them, but only if they pressed close
together, which was her intent all along. Under a warm spray of
water, they kissed and explored each other's slippery bodies,
and using her liquid soap and a net sponge, Qui-Gon soaped her
breasts, belly and the cleft between her legs, never stopping
his lip's exploration of her face and neck. Within a short
time, he was hard again, and her breathy moans told him all he
needed to know about her readiness for him.
The water washed away the soap from both their bodies, as her
arms wrapped around his neck and pressed her body as close as
possible to his. Moaning into her mouth, his strong, large
hands lifted her ass and pressed her up against the wall.
Obligingly she tilted her pelvis up and felt him enter her,
hard and deep. She groaned.
Qui-Gon took a deliberately slow pace, pulling almost all the
way out of her before slowly but firmly seating himself back
within her. She broke their kiss to gasp in air and buried her
face in his wet shoulder, whimpering in the sensation. His
hands continued to hold her up and she could feel his use of
the Force to augment his not inconsiderable strength, strength
that was being severely taxed by the incredible feeling of
fucking the woman in his arms. He chewed gently on an earlobe,
then moved to her neck, sighing in pleasure at the hot wetness
engulfing his cock, using all of his control to keep up the
steady, rhythmic pace, to make himself last longer.
But of course he couldn't, not for very long. Her nails raked
down his back and her legs squeezed his ass tightly as her
ecstasy mounted, and her clenching internal muscles drove him
mad with desire. He began to increase his pace, almost
unconsciously, until he was virtually ramming her into the
wall, their cries coming louder together until she came in a
scream of pleasure, and pushed him over the edge.
It was all he could do to remain standing, his knees and calves
trembling in reaction. She was gasping and sobbing from an
overload of passion, her head buried in his neck. Gently he
released her hips and she let the legs that had been wrapped
tightly around his butt fall to support her. They leaned
together against the wall, letting the now-tepid spray cool
their overheated bodies while their breathing returned to
normal. Then she pulled back to look at him, and he kissed her
deeply once more.
She turned off the water, and they shared a towel, taking turns
lazily rubbing each other's bodies until mostly dry, then went
back into the bedroom. Between mind-blowing sex and the evening
out, it was all either of them could do to stifle yawns. He
pulled down the covers of her bed and helped her slide in,
following her.
They nestled together for a while under the blankets. Kath
found she was smiling almost uncontrollably, her mind almost
singing in happiness. Qui-Gon picked up on that, and turned her
head so he could look her in the face. She reached up one hand
to caress his cheek, memorizing the feel and look of his face
in this moment.
"I can't thank you enough," she whispered, the most noise she
found she could make. "You are a dream come true, Qui-Gon."
"You are not so bad yourself, Knight," he responded in a low
rumble. "This night may never be repeated, but it will be
remembered. I know I will remember it. Always."
"As will I," she answered, still smiling sleepily. "Sleep well,
Master Jinn."
"You as well, beautiful Knight."
She fell asleep with the sound of his breathing in her ear, and
the feel of his heart beating. When she awoke the next day, he
was gone, back to his life and his family. All that remained
was the wristlet of blue flowers which had been placed on her
pillow. But the legacy of happiness he left her was worth far
more than the bottle of carefully preserved Correllian Brandy
she kept in a place of honor.
Over one year later:
Both the bond partners wore formal Jedi robes of white piped
with gold, they were both Knights. As Master Mundi intoned the
last of the words of the bonding rite, the small audience in
the garden where the ceremony was taking place burst into
spontaneous applause. The first to kiss the newly bonded pair
was the female's Witness, Lia Jae-Mil, who wore her formal
Captain's uniform and embraced the pair enthusiastically.
Later, after the ceremony, Lia spoke with her best friend. "Are
you happy now, you silly woman?" she asked, teasingly.
Kath, radiant as only a newly bonded mate could be, simply
nodded. "I wish Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan could be here, though," she
said.
"They send their regrets... they wanted to be here so very
badly, but the situation on Naboo is getting... strange." Lia
struggled to keep the worry out of her voice - there was no
need to cloud such a happy day with her own nameless dread.
"Qui told me to tell you to make sure you save him some brandy.
Do you know what that means?"
Kath laughed, her happy peals ringing across the garden,
causing her new bondmate to come to her side to see what she
was laughing at. He put his arm around her shoulder and looked
quizzically at Lia. "Are you corrupting my mate already,
Pilot?" he asked.
"Sorry, Lyam," Lia said, grinning. "But I really don't know
what that was all about. I just relayed a message from my own
bondmate."
"Which one?" he teased, hugging Kath tightly. "I hope we can
remain as deeply in love as you three have, Lia. Your bond is
quite an inspiration."
"They have a unique situation, Lyam," Kath said, still smiling
at her friend. "And they are unique people. The very best there
is. Remind me to tell you about the birthday present Lia
procured for me one year. But later. After the
honeymoon!"
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