Rating: NC-17 (hey with a crackin' title like this, I have to
throw in SOME redeeming features)
Archive: M/A please, thank you Sockii
Category: Unrepentant smarm and vacuous fluff, there was
almost a plot but I ran it off
Warnings: Possibly a few misplaced commas, some dangling
participles, two run-on sentences and a partridge in a pear
tree. Caveat lector.
Spoilers: For what?
All-mighty disclaimer: Not mine, George Lucas, no money,
yaddayadda
Feedback: All feedback cheerily replied to, all flames kept for
later amusement.
I can be found easily at Van ( rebelscum@mail.com )
Notes: This is for Christy and Trinity who have been asking for
a certain scene from me. No kids, this isn't the droid you are
looking for but at least I'm writing! Also for BlackRose who
asked for smarm last week. Qui-Gon sized thanx to Dev-Aki who
successfully challenged me to write in another fandom, thereby
making my Q/O muse jealous, and Obi-Wan sized love to her also
for the ace beta and suggestions. Anything she missed is all
mea culpa.
Summary: Obi is dejected and Qui cheers him up.
//this is Jedi mind-chat//
Twenty-eight sleep cycles and no sex; it was enough to make
even a Jedi insane. Especially one as love-smitten and
hedonistic as myself, I thought miserably. Again, I searched
the vast hall for the familiar height of my lover and found him
speaking to the Duke, nodding wisely to something that the
young man had said. I suppose I should have been jealous after
watching Qui-Gon chat with almost everyone else in the room,
always mindful of the way others would either respectfully
clear a path for him or casually block his way, hoping for a
word with a revered Jedi Master. Instead of feeling anything
negative, I could only sympathise with those poor people who
looked at him with awe or lust or a combination of both since I
knew exactly what kind of effect my tall, handsome, gracefu-
"Padawan Kenobi, care to dance?" Oh. Well, the Duke's Uncle,
who happens to be the Mayor, was certainly gracious enough to
take pity on the innocent bystander that I had become and I
smiled at him briefly, noting how much less formal he seemed
than the rest of the grand roomful of royalty. Everywhere I
looked there were titles and wealth and archaic bloodlines, all
embodied by mostly humanoid men and women. Very sexually
repressed men and women at the moment, I reminded myself as I
glanced at Qui-Gon once again. Hum, he still had his head
together with the lovely soon-to-be-married Duke and I did
start to feel a twinge of jealousy after all. It wasn't
directed at fear of infidelity, no, not at all. Merely that
someone else graced my lover's presence for far longer than I'd
been able to this evening. Qui-Gon is, among so many other
things, my bondmate and I trusted him implicitly with my heart
every day as well as my life. He's an honourable man and at
times cares for me as if I am made of airknit glass, taking
great pains to ensure all my needs, emotional as well as
physical, are met. At least until we arrived here at the small
palace of Mobi on Alderaan to stand witness to a ceremonial
wedding. I had been thrilled when he told me we were coming to
this lovely planet at special invite of the kingship and would
be attending in Master Yoda's stead.
Alderaan with its peaceful inhabitants and breathtaking vistas
and temperate climes, cherished throughout this galaxy as a
paradise. I had only been here a few times in my life and to
return to this haven with my Master, who is now my lover also,
where there was next to no threat of war breaking out at the
same time? Well, it was a dream come true. Then I found out
what part of the planet we were discussing. We would be
enjoying the hospitality of the palatial estate of Mobi
royalty, ensconced cheerfully at the southern edge of the
northern polar cap of Alderaan, where the climate rivalled
Hoth's warmest regions of slightly sub-freezing constants and
blizzard conditions.
Hmph. No small wonder why Master Yoda had suddenly found
pressing Council matters to attend to instead of this.
"I'm sorry, Mayor, but I must decline. I regret that I do not
know these particular steps," and saw his mild chagrin at being
turned down so I hurriedly added, "but if you'd like to wait
for a moment I'm sure they will play another that I am
familiar with. I would prefer to not reflect badly on your
choice of partners in front of so many dignitaries." His sharp
pale blue eyes twinkled mischievously for a moment and I
relaxed knowing that a serious social misstep had been avoided,
in more ways than one.
"Somehow I think you could be forgiven for a great deal,
Padawan Kenobi. Can I interest you in a walk perhaps? It hasn't
snowed for two cycles and it's a clear and fair night, or so
I'm told. Our land bears as much beauty as the more moderate
regions of Alderaan and these... less populated areas only
enhance the natural splendour. I could prove it to you, the ice
gardens are just outside." I've grown accustomed to being
propositioned for sexual favours; they seem to have grown
proportionately in number as my Knighthood trials approach.
Yet, I felt nothing amiss within his thoughts as I touched his
mind briefly with the Force, no ulterior motives or underhanded
notions. There was only the simple excitement of showing off
his home world.
"Of course, Mayor. It would be an honour." I pick up my lightly
treefur-lined cloak that rests at my side, tucking it beneath
one arm and using the other to add a flourish to my respectful
low bow. He escorts me to the door while I look for my bondmate
once again. He is still chatting with the same young man
and I narrow my eyes at him when his gaze swings my way. He has
the nerve to grin at me and act as if we have shared these past
cycles joined at the hip when he well knows that we have
scarcely spent more than an hour together on any given day
since we'd arrived. I was wrong about this being the vacation
that I'd assumed our mission would become, hoped it
would become. Far from it and I was disconsolate.
Even worse, the monarchy had assured us, after our
bonded status was confirmed, that we would not have to follow
the local custom of temporary celibacy until the wedding night,
but Qui-Gon had felt it proper to allow them to give us
independent sleeping quarters. In completely different wings of
the castle, I might add. Neither did my overly tactful Master
want to offend the time honoured protocol by having someone
catch one of us stealing into the others' rooms in the middle
of the night, so I had grudgingly agreed with him that we
should have patience with our own sexual appetites. And to
think that we'd be remaining here until the wedding ceremony
itself, another torturous twenty-eight cycles. I thought the
answer to my melancholy would be found at the mid-point recess
in this transient virtue; the Chastity Ball. I believed that we
would have time for ourselves here, time spent together. As I
watched my lover go back to entertaining his favoured company,
I realised that I was wrong about that also.
All of this would have been far easier to deal with if I had
more to do, of course, since our hosts didn't relinquish much
responsibility to me. I spent a large part of my time in my
room, studying the political intricacies of Kessel, practising
my least favourite katas, meditating on my Knighthood trials,
attending polite social sessions alongside other menial wedding
guests. Any number of items to help pass the time, with the
exception of leaving the castle, mostly due to the obstinate
weather and occasional snowstorm.
Much to my own disgust, I had tried everything in my power to
get Qui-Gon to go against our mutual decision of chastity,
starting almost twelve sleep cycles after we had been shown to
our accommodations. The only excuse I can claim for my
deplorable behaviour was that I was missing him deeply and
pleasuring myself had become a lonely, empty chore. I had given
him scorching pleading looks to follow me to my own room after
countless dinners, I had begged shamelessly for his touch
whenever he was near me, I had surreptitiously bent at the
waist to straighten a perfect boot loop when I knew he was
behind me, I had kissed him with abandon on several occasions
with such force that I succeeded in bringing myself
embarrassingly close to completion after mere moments of our
lips meeting, and all with mostly the same result. Qui-Gon, who
was surely cast from permasteel, would touch his forehead to
mine and sweetly ask in a thick, edgy voice that I not make
this any more difficult than it already was.
He would kiss me lightly and tell me he loved me and then
disappear on any of the endless local preparations that the
wedding decreed and I would generally feel horribly guilty for
being selfish with my own desires for him. That feeling would
linger, be replaced by irritation that we had agreed to this
monks lifestyle in the first place, and then that emotion would
be chased off by shades of my own temper. The anger, of course,
never lasted long. I am Jedi, after all. So usually after some
small meditation, I would recognise what I was doing and be
inundated with the requisite self-flagellation for giving into
darker ways. I was hearing much of Master Yoda's voice, 'reason
for everything there is, doubt yourself you may, doubt the
Force you may not,' when feeling particularly low. It only
helped to some small degree though and then I would see Qui-Gon
again, sometimes briefly, sometimes seated at his side for a
meal, and the depressingly hollow ache would gnaw at my soul
again. The vicious cycle would begin anew and before I realised
what was happening, it seemed I was trapped in an appalling
cycle of nasty emotions and guilty lust. I had finally come to
my own decision that I needed to stop focussing so much
negative energy on our physical relationship and be content
that I even had Qui-Gon in my life, that he returned my love
for him. Thankful for all things, as Master Yoda would say.
After more meditation on that, which had taken almost an entire
cycle, I managed to convince the Force to take these emotions
from me, and felt better for it. Certainly my mood improved to
those around me and I'm sure my master appreciated the small
favour of no more wayward attacks on his purity. That had been
almost four cycles past and I had detected deep pride in his
loving smile as we saw each other now. He was aware of what I
had been going through and had me deal with it on my own,
thereby showing his love for me by sacrificing himself as a
lesson. We didn't speak of it though. We didn't need to. Two
sleep cycles back, he merely walked me to my room after the
evening meal and brushed my mouth with a light kiss while
tugging on my braid and murmuring 'it's a wise man that trusts
the Force,' then bid me a good sleep. I am indeed a very lucky
man to call him lover.
My host leads me by my elbow and my breath is becoming more
visible as we close on a wide framework of doors that probably
exit to the garden path. He releases my arm, grabbing up what
appears to be a thermal vest of some sort that hangs ready by
the entryway and I follow suit, draping my Jedi cloak around my
shoulders. Raising the cowl, I feel the soft tickle of short,
fine down against one cheek before it settles about me.
My host and I step outside and down a few steps, the sharp drop
in temperature making me glad that I packed our Jedi insulates.
As we walk, I listen to the soft rustle of my own thin Jerba
leather breeches mingled with the crunch and crackle of the
snow and ice under my boots, then lean my head back to take in
the sight of what is around me. We are on the second floor of
the castle and had apparently come out to some balcony of
sorts, almost an open-ended outcropping; an interesting
addition to the olden style architecture of which the castle
mainly consists. The evening was indeed clear and dark, stars
and planets glittering brightly in the distance and the air,
although brisk, certainly lacks the sharper bite that I thought
would be present at this time of night.
Even though Alderaan had no moon to speak of, it does claim a
sister planet named Delaya, which hovers off in the sky glowing
mutely and easily garnering a good fifth of my field of vision.
The partial luminescence that it bestows upon the valley
stretched out before me is...glorious...and my breath catches
in my chest for a moment as the dazzling beauty assaults me.
The royal castle actually rests snugly in the hills above the
tiny city of Mobi and I stared down the gently cascading slopes
towards the twinkling lights that signalled life and heat and
love and warmth. I hadn't paid much attention to the city
itself upon arriving, slightly disgruntled Padawan that I was,
but now...now it made me smile like a child at the wonder of
civilisation inserting itself in the most unlikely places.
Although, looking around me, I could suddenly understand why
some would come to such a remote area as this. Grandeur itself
stared back at me as I took in the thick, lush blanket of
untainted brightness covering almost everything around me for
as far as I could see, rivalling the stars themselves in
resplendence and glitter. Higher above and serving as backdrop
to the palace were sharp mountains, themselves brushed with
snowfall highlighted upon their craggy precipices, darker
shades of shadow and rock visible in the deeper crevasses. I
turned again and could see the edges of the polar sea in the
distance, also glinting like jewellery, and I felt my brows
climbing upwards at the marvel of it all.
"It's beautiful, isn't it." It wasn't a question but I somehow
choked out some positive response anyway, probably
unintelligible. Turning around to apologise for my inability to
be well spoken, I saw that the Mayor's face was kind and
humouring.
"No, no, don't worry, Padawan Kenobi, I understand your
reaction very well. We have very few visitors here and they all
seem to come with some ludicrous preconceived notion that
nothing beautiful could ever be associated with a rock of ice
and snow." The man was chuckling silently and I decided that I
liked him, personally speaking and formalities aside. So many
times in my life I had met authority figures that I respected
but whom did not always earn my admiration as individuals.
Rare, it seemed to me, when personal and professional respect
twined together to form an unlikely partnership of someone who
gracefully wielded strength of position and rank as well as
strength of character. Rare and wondrous, much like this
stunning landscape before me. Rare and wondrous like my own
Master.
"I apologise, Mayor. I... may not have had the most pleasant of
images in my mind before my Master and I came here," I couldn't
help but say it with a wry grin as I pushed on, "but I will
gladly admit that I was wrong. Very, very wrong." He smiled
along with me and squeezed my arm briefly, guiding me towards
the steps leading downward.
"Come with me then, let me show you our local art. It's a bit
hidden off the well-trod path but I'm sure you'll appreciate
it." For a moment, my senses whispered to me of something to
come, something unseen, and I slowed, listening to it. The
Force can be stubborn at times, balking when asked to surrender
information and it said nothing else to me besides to pay
attention. Acquiescing, I moved on to the ground floor of the
gardens, still trailing my host closely but I pulled my cowl
down about my shoulders and became more alert to my
surroundings.
"We have tremendously talented people here but little in the
way of natural resources. They've become very good at using
what comes naturally. If you turn around and take a look at the
balcony that we were standing on I think you'll see what I
mean." I stopped at the edge of the large, in-ground pond that
was surely heated by some unseen source to keep it flowing,
turning back and raising my head to follow what the Mayor was
pointing at.
Oh.
The entire balcony was made of ice. As was the short railing
that I had rested my hands on without realising that it was
solidly frozen. I had mistaken it for natural granite or
quartzite. It all looked to be chiselled much in the way as
stone but the difference lay in the finished product. Instead
of a rough-hewn appearance that would mimic the walls it was
attached to, it all seemed to have the soft lustre of a type of
thick glass, gloriously detailed with a burst of enhancing
moulded pattern here or deeply carved etching there. Seeing it
for a form of artistry, I suddenly felt badly for having walked
across its surface, even though I knew that the form followed
the function in this respect. In fact, inspecting even closer
than before, I didn't feel worthy to be walking in the ice
gardens at all. The steps that we had walked down and the
pillars beneath the balustrade and even the low benches that
littered the area around me bore the same spectacular elegance.
It was amazing, truly. I would have to show all of this
to Qui-Gon and soon. He would undoubtedly appreciate the
aesthetics even more than I do.
I followed my host through a sort of ice maze that seemed to
have some odd material added to the pathway to make it more
easily navigable. I thought I should thank whoever planned this
area or else I'm sure I would have embarrassed myself by now,
but by the time we exited the labyrinth and came upon the back
of the extensive gardens, I was awed by everything around me
and giving little attention to the trail itself. I had to
remind myself to close my mouth time and again but not even my
own reprimands helped when the Mayor showed me the ice
sculptures.
They are incredible; mostly creature statuary, life probably
indigenous to this area, but others seemed to be freeform and
quite enigmatic. They all bore delicacy not afforded in the
other uses of the ice but I notice that many look incredibly
clear as if newly made while others appear to have been here
for some cycles, slightly covered in snow and frost and are not
as vitreous. There's a stunning piece, about twice my height,
of two waves that seemed to be crashing against each other,
impossibly elegant yet exuding strength in the flow of the
form. One wave was frosted and slightly covered with glittering
snow while the other was lucid and sparkling. They were joined
at the base but separating in the middle, showing completely
different styles of handiwork as if done by opposing artists
and giving it a airiness towards the centre. Then the two came
together again at the pinnacle, the older parts of the wave
twisting together with the transparent to form a spiralling
woven tip that meld the differences and then they dissipate
into nothingness. I was stunned and breathless and didn't even
understand why as I stared at it. All I knew was that it moved
me beyond words and I suddenly knew I had to show this to
Qui-Gon also, and before another snowstorm took us and
obliterated the understated quiet beauty of this form.
I turned towards my escort to thank him and tell him I must
return to the Chastity Ball when suddenly something large and
hard slams into my back, driving the breath from my body, and
everything around me blurs as I am borne forward at an
incredible speed. In the space of a single heartbeat and before
I can react, my small journey is over and I'm thrown down onto
some softly muffled firmness. I quickly flip to my back and
would have jumped to my feet but I'm smothered by a different
sort of smooth solidity and restrained easily by my captor who
was using judicious use of Force and large hands to pin mine
down. Surprise only lasts a moment before my lips are claimed
with the demanding ardour that I equate exclusively with one
man and I relax completely, only to break the kiss when I feel
him trying to repress a grin.
"*What are you doing, Qui-Gon?" He was staring down at me, his
warm breath puffing softly into the air and his mischievous
smile refused to be held in check any longer.
"If it's not clear by now then whatever it is I'm doing is not
being done very well, is it? Perhaps I should save this for
another time, my lover?"
"NO! I mean... I meant to say... I was about to come-" That's
all I could get out before he bent to devour my mouth, my
cheeks, my chin. He nipped and nibbled his way across my face,
the combination of rough beard, soft skin, and hard teeth
leaving a trail of warming Padawan in its wake. He still holds
my wrists above my head but his lips return to my mouth,
kissing me so thoroughly my mind goes thoughtless. The heavy
weight of him pressed deliciously against me, his hips grinding
into mine, it all leaves me gasping and murmuring for more.
He stops for a moment, looking serious and breathing heavily.
"Did you think I didn't miss you, my Padawan?"
I didn't answer, trying instead to arch against his constraint
and recapture that warm, beloved kiss that had leaned
irritatingly away. He moves to hold my hands within one of his
and lets the other drag roughly across my face and down my
neck, a distinctly proprietary gesture and it makes me shiver
and grin. Odd how not even the cold here has made me tremble
the way my Master's hands do and I missed his touch, oh how I
missed his touch. I can feel the callused pads until he shifts
over to lay slightly by my side, one long leg thrown across
mine, ensuring that I will remain compliant. My eyes are drawn
to his hand as it presses slowly down my chest, long fingers
curling to scratch at the hollow below my sternum and following
the vee of my Jedi thermals, making a direct line for my groin.
By the time he closes a fist around the leather there, I have
already begun to surge against his palm and the not-so-gentle
massage that ensues has me crying out in joy. Somehow, he gets
my breeches undone and open with one hand, then thrusts it down
inside fondling me roughly. The proximity of everything in
there is very tight now that I am hard and sensitive and I
should probably be feeling discomfort, but I'm not. Instead the
pressure of his grip clasping my arousal which is pressing
against the warm leather is so incredible, the heat and
aggressive touch are conspiring to drive me over the edge
already. If I only had the use of my hands...
"Please, Qui-Gon, free me."
Unfortunately, he gives me what I want, pulling my erection
from the confines of my breeches and the cold air that I had
forgotten about slaps it into submission with a jolt. I'm about
to yell in frustration until I feel that he has indeed let my
hands go as well and I reach for him only to find him gone.
He's moved lower, my legs trapped beneath his as he kneels over
me, the soft sound of his own leather breeches gliding against
mine oddly sensual. His hands have gone to yanking at my
trousers, tugging until my hips and flanks and slightly
chill-wilted arousal are completely exposed, and letting my
backside wriggle against whatever that velvety surface is that
we are reclined upon.
I didn't bother to tell him to wait, knowing he needs this as
much as I do, so I simply sink my hands into the thick silk of
his hair and hold on. He swallows me whole without any warning
and I can't help but wail then, or would have but one of his
hands shoot up and covers half of my face, partially muffling
the sound.
//Shhhhh, Padawan. You'll start an avalanche.// I could feel
the humour laced into his thoughts but after I suck one large
blunt finger into my mouth and wrap my tongue around it,
mimicking what he is doing to me, all I can feel radiating off
of him is desire. Love. Need.
He's holding my full erection prisoner in the back of his
throat, swallowing around it repeatedly, tightening to the
point of pain and my mind goes hazy while all I can focus on is
heat, heat, slick tight strokes and more heat.
Suddenly, he leans back puffing on my length as it's pulled
shiny and slippery from between his lips. The frosted air of
his breath caresses the sensitive head cruelly and I half sit
up, objecting loudly, and that man, my lover, sucks it
fully back into the confining fire of his mouth after a wicked
grin. He isn't making love to me, he's eating me alive but I
don't care, don't care about anything besides that delicious
pressure. I am lust-blind and all I can feel are the elements.
The cold, his heat, our love, this need.
He retreats again, leaving me exposed to the chill, and this
time I've had enough. I jerk my chin away from his finger in my
mouth and, growling lightly, use both hands to tightly knot
into his hair, straining to keep him from letting me loose
again. I know I'm gritting my teeth, I know I'm near breathless
from suppressed want, and I know I'm being demanding. I
just cannot seem to stop. He stills his movements, carefully
untangling my hands from him while I groan disapproval.
"Patience, my Obi-Wan." Frustrated, I can feel the Force
linking around my wrists and I know this game. This man, my
Master, my friend, my future. He's part Sith. He loves to
torture me.
"No, no, not now, Master. Please, it's been so long, too
long." My hands are being dragged back above my head by
invisible but loving restraints. I am familiar with this
position when he is in this mood.
"Sorry, Padawan. I'm feeling a little selfish at the moment."
So all I am allowed to do is watch and be driven slowly towards
madness by his ministrations. Out of love for the man, I decide
to be a willing victim. To please him in any way, to make him
happy, I would give him whatever he asked for, including
myself.
He calls something to his hand in a blur of movement and I
couldn't see what it was but I certainly feel it as he takes me
into his mouth again, both of his hands securing my hips and
there. There. Ice. A small jewel of ice, it had to be. He keeps
me firmly in the back of his throat but pulls back enough to
swirl his tongue around the head and caress my length with his
lips, the faint hardness complementing the slick softness, the
cold chasing the heat. Then he plunges back down and has the
gall to tell me //shhhhhhhhh...//.
I was trying hard not to thrash about, trying not to beg, but
it is a wasted effort. My body has a mind of its own and
Qui-Gon is extremely talented with that tongue of his. He takes
me deep again and I can feel him flex his jaw across the
crumpled skin of my scrotum, the whiskers scorching the
sensitivity there and all accompanied by the different textures
and temperatures within his mouth. He has me babbling, somewhat
incoherently, but I think I am apologising for every single
time I have ever teased him. Does it work, does he take pity on
me? Of course not.
Grasping me tightly at the base of my cock he sits upright,
licking the taste of me off of his lips and then I feel a small
push below me, like a finger dipped in gelcoat. He's using the
Force to prepare me, loosening me to prevent any pain when he
makes love to me but the waiting is agony, intensified by the
lust in his gaze as he casually fists my cock. Thankfully, we
are still mostly clothed, my breeches bunched around my thighs
and he has somehow managed to get himself in likewise
condition. The cold, natural commodity that it is, is not
really making its presence felt to us in any great degree and
for that, I am glad. But if my Master does not hurry I swear I
will bring an avalanche down upon our heads to, if nothing
else, cool this unbearable desire I have for him.
//Qui-Gon, PLEASE!//
Finally, he Force-bonds my boots together and swings them both
up against his right shoulder, exposing me to him and I plead
once more for him to release my hands, to let me touch him. In
that instant when he shakes his head, he looks every bit the
devilish rogue that the Council accuses him of being.
He grabs a handful of my bottom, spreading me, and finally,
finally he is pressing in. After a few moments to allow
me to relax around him, he begins a frenzied pace, one of his
arms like steel around my knees and the other digging into my
hipbone. With every stroke I can feel our bond pulse and my
body is tightening like a bow, my cock painting my belly with
every powerful surge. He pulls out, just the tip of him still
inside and then slams into me again, over and over, and my
world is tilting, the edges of the bright whiteness all around
simply blurring into the colour of him above me, within me. He
pulls my legs slightly higher up against him and angles more of
my weight onto my shoulders, succeeding in burying himself even
deeper, grinding himself against my prostate on every thrust.
I can't stop howling, avalanche or no, and he lets go of my hip
to take my erection into his palm, smearing the abundant fluid
already available at the tip and coating the rest of my length
with it. He strokes me to counter the fierce thrusts and I am
undone. Every nerve I have is on fire, electrified by him, by
his love, our love, and his hand fisting me has closed
the circuit. The energy runs rampant between us, revolutions of
ecstasy coursing through our bodies, fuelling the blistering
flame.
Where I was incredibly loud before, I am suddenly struck mute
when the spine-snapping orgasm rips through me, my come gushing
over my bondmate's hand in a fountain of heat, spattering my
belly and chest. Dimly, I can hear Qui-Gon gritting out my name
as he thrusts deeply once more and stills, my body still
grasping at him in the aftershocks, and the Force bonds holding
me dissolve along with his concentration.
I am gracious enough to give him a moment to enjoy his own peak
before I pull away and have him pinned beneath me before he
cares that I've moved. He dares to give me that throaty, deep
chuckle of his and I swallow it greedily, sealing his mouth in
a long, blissful kiss. We are both grinning fools when I come
up for air and he is the most precious thing I have ever seen.
He looks completely debauched in his current state, flushed and
breathless, eyes glittering like the snow all around us.
I hadn't even considered that the weather would be such a
non-factor in a session of lovemaking. Enhanced it, actually.
It had been easier to feel the heat between us with the cold
all around us and I turned away from him to look at our
surroundings.
"It's beautiful isn't it." It made me grin that he sounded just
like the Mayor.
The Mayor.
I started and sat straight up, casting about for him but, of
course, he is gone. By the look on my Master's face, I suddenly
knew that this had all been planned with our host's help, our
current bedding being a clear spoiler. Now that I had a moment
to see where Qui-Gon had whisked me off to, I glanced about as
I straddled him. We were actually quite close to the ice
sculptures, in a small clearing off to the side and what we
seemed to be on top of was a bed. A huge bed actually, quite
similar to the King's own if I remembered correctly from my
tour of the Mobi castle. A monstrous headboard, boldly
embellished with deep curving grooves flecked through with
delicate spindling and such, except that it was all carved out
of ice. Thick regal looking ice that disappeared into the soft
snow around us in a faáade of a bedskirt. As lovely as
it is, it would have been exceedingly hard if it weren't for
the lush beast pelts that lay piled at least a dozen deep
beneath us and covering the entire sleeping surface. They
provided a thick cushion and necessary warmth and insulation
from our potentially watery foundation. It was astounding, both
the workmanship and the work that must have gone into planning
this. How did I ever believe that Qui-Gon had not missed me as
I missed him?
I suddenly felt a strangely ambitious desire to be completely
naked with him here and I lifted us both with Force, yanking
the uppermost two thick pelts of velvety fur from beneath us
and draping them over us. Settling them down, I pulled off my
clothes before tearing into his while he watched me with an
amused expression. Afterwards, I returned to my favourite
position of sitting on top of him, leaning close to his chest
and nuzzling against his neck while he wrapped his arms around
me, both of us warmly burrowed beneath the furs.
"I love you, Qui-Gon." Everything I felt for him was reflected
back to me through our bond and it was a joy to feel him again
inside my mind as well as my body. We had decided to not use
the link much when we agreed to entertain the sexual fast and
now that the fast was broken the return of his casual mental
presence was so much like a homecoming it made me feel warm and
sated and loved. But I realised that we had broken local
protocol. Hadn't we?
"I love you too, Obi-Wan, and no, we did not break local
custom." He would know what I was thinking whether or not he
used the bond and laughing softly, I pulled the other furs
closer about us with the Force. "The local custom is to
celebrate love in the absence of the physical form, Padawan.
Those among the wedding guests who attend with a lover are
given the temporary chastity as a gift. It's a way to regain
innocence, to revel in what real love is, to find that again if
they have lost their way."
I had partially sat up and I suddenly wanted to smack myself in
the forehead. Had I been that blind? I had wasted so much time
lost in desire and despair when I should have been using those
short moments together for other things, better things. Seeing
my lover only fleetingly during all these cycles should have
made me appreciate those glimpses even more, and instead they
had only irritated me and driven me to distraction. But I
had understood, ultimately. Actually, the Force had
shown me the truth of my behaviour during meditation and almost
too late. I wondered briefly if Qui-Gon would have come to me
like this if I had not made the correction on my own, would he
have acted as though the Chastity Ball were for the other
guests exclusively? Undoubtedly, he would have been the
consummate Master, content to let me wallow in my misery,
leaving the Force to continue to hammer at me until I was
willing to learn. That would have been a very long fifty-six
sleep cycles. I couldn't stop the groan and my head dropped
like a stone to my lover's chest.
"I understand now, Master. 'Luminous beings we are.'"
"'Not this crude matter.' Yes, my Padawan. My young,
passionate, incredibly tempting Padawan. It's a lesson
we all have to learn eventually." He dropped a kiss to the top
of my head and surprised me again. "I've been here before,
Obi-Wan. To Mobi, I mean."
I sat back up at that and looked down at him, cocking my head
to the side slightly as if that would help me understand what
he was trying to say. "Here? When?"
"When I was an apprentice. Padawan, try not to look so
surprised that Master Yoda has been somewhere below freezing. I
was much younger than you are now and we also attended a
wedding. The ceremony of the current King and Queen actually.
Although...I spent as little time as possible indoors," he
trailed off, his crystal blue eyes moving to the crashing waves
ice sculpture that was still highly visible nearby.
I was about to ask him something when I suddenly realised that
they were not created to be waves at all, at least not in the
literal sense. From this distance, it was obvious they were
Force signatures. Ethereal art created in an ephemeral medium.
And they weren't just signatures. They were
bonded signatures.
I may not be the brightest student in the temple but I can jump
to a conclusion just as well as any other. I laughed,
astonished, and stared down at this man I am in love with,
trying to grasp the idea that I do not know him as well as I
like to think. Still at a loss for words, my reverie breaks
when Qui-Gon says, "I think my Master felt we would benefit
from the visit at this time, I think that's why he sent us here
in his place."
"Because we spend too much time making love?" I asked,
snickering.
"Because we needed to remember what it is like to love without
the pleasures of the flesh hanging over us constantly." He
surged upwards, catching me unawares and rolling me underneath
him while keeping the furs tightly wound around us. Settling
his weight without crushing me, he bent to tease at my lips
lightly, whispering against them and staring into my eyes. "The
Chastity Ball is also a gift, my Padawan. This is the time for
lovers to return to each other, to appreciate what is usually
taken for granted before the tradition continues on for another
twenty-eight cycles," he was smiling against my mouth as he
added, "and to enjoy what I've been missing."
"Mmmm...what we've been missing, my Master." And then my
bondmate obliterated all remaining conscious thoughts for the
remainder of the night, save one last litany. To thank the
Force for bringing my Master and I here, for allowing us to
enjoy the love of the other, and for letting us have this one
night under the stars, wrapped in furs, on a bed of ice,
surrounded by nature's majesty.
~end~
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