Archive: (must be with 'You're what?') whereever you want.
Rating: NC-17 for one part, the rest is G
Category: Humour/Parody, AU, Romance, some PWP
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon belong to God Lucas.
Emá-Tuë would belong to me. I make no money from
this at all, so don't sue. I have to help another Padaawn
destroy her brother's BSB records.
"Come on, Obi-Wan, you can do this!" Qui-Gon held his Padawan's
hand. Obi-Wan lay on the sheets before him, his face a mask of
agony. "Release the pain to the Force," he commanded. Obi-Wan
merely glared at him, and bit his lip. He tried to focus on
something else, anything else besides the pain he was in
at the moment. He focused on a moment nine months ago...
"Mmph!" Obi-Wan moaned, his lips buried in his Master's neck.
"Yes?" Qui-Gon purred softly, his beard tickling Obi-Wan's ear.
"Do it, please, Qui-Gon, take me," Obi-Wan gasped. His Master's
hands were driving him insane, trailing lightly over Obi-Wan's
body, so light as to be an angel's touch.
"Are you sure you want this?" Qui-Gon asked seriously, kissing
Obi-Wan's neck. He knew his Padawan well, but he wouldn't
decide for him. "Yes, Qui-Gon, I want this, I want you.
Please..." Obi-Wan begged, his hips thrusting against Qui-gon's
hard arousal. That drove home the point far better than any
words would have.
Qui-gon lubed his cock, then gently rubbed the remainder of the
lubricant onto Obi-Wan's anus. He slid one slippery finger
inside, preparing his apprentice for the act. Obi-Wan moaned
beneath his master's skillful touch, and arched his back,
impaling himself on Qui-Gon's hand. "Please-Qui-Gon,
p-please..." he panted, his breath ragged.
Qui-Gon took a moment to gaze at the vision beneath him. His
young, handsome Padawan lay nude, his cock erect, and all for
Qui-Gon. //He is mine,// Qui-Gon realized, and gently slung
Obi-Wan's calves over his shoulders. He had kissed every inch
of those legs earlier in the night.
Obi-Wan nodded, and Qui-Gon gently eased himself inside of the
tight hole. Obi-Wan opened his mind to Qui-Gon, and they
melded, their minds unshielded and entwining much like their
bodies. Obi-Wan could feel Qu-Gon's body, the hot pressure
around his cock, and Qui-Gon could feel the filling sensation
of his own entrance in Obi-Wan's body.
Qui-Gon slid in fully, and Obi-Wan gazed into his eyes.
"Please," he whispered, and Qui-Gon gave up his control. He
began thrusting into the younger man's body, pumping his cock
as he thrust. It was quickly an overload of pleasure, and he
could feel himself release into Obi-Wan's body, and Obi-Wan
come over their bodies. They collapsed together on the bed,
holding each other so tightly as if their flesh was a barrier.
Obi-Wan focused on the repercussions of that glorious night in
heaven. The pain shooting through his body, Qui-Gon holding his
hand tightly. "Breathe 1-2-3," Qui-Gon was chanting. Obi-Wan
released his pain into the waves of the Force, and focused on
the moment. Qui-Gon noticed Obi-Wan's returned focus, adn
encouraged him, "Come on, Obi-Wan. Push, Padawan, push!"
Obi-Wan did as his Master bade, whimpering in the most intense
pain he had felt. His legs seemed to be ripped apart, every
fiber of his body vibrating with anguish. He screamed, and
pushed as hard as he could.
//Qui-Gon, I thought this was supposed to be a Cesarean!// he
pleaded. //You have to move the child so the healers can do the
surgery without cutting open your internal organs,// his Master
assured him. Obi-Wan's eyes bulged, and he passed out.
Hours later, he awoke, and continued. He had been in labor for
almost 20 hours. Qui-Gon wrapped the Force around him as best
he could, despite the waves of anger and pain that rippled off
Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan finally got the child into position, and
moaned as they began to slice him open, "I didn't even think I
have muscles there!" Qui-Gon could feel a great deal of
Obi-Wan's pain, and knew that his Padawan was blocking most of
it, but the little that remain was enough to take down most
people. Obi-Wan fainted again.
Another two hours later, Qui-Gon was holding a bottle of milk
to his newborn daughter's mouth. He looked over at his
apprentice and lover, asleep in sweat-stained sheets. The short
hair was spiky and damp, and the long braid hug limply over
Obi-Wan's shoulder. Qui-Gon whispered to his daughter, sucking
eagerly at the bottle, "Look at the bed, my darling. That's
your...ummm...father. I think. I'm your father too." Qui-Gon
blinked at that, then decided that it would have to do.
Obi-Wan stirred, yawning, and sat up, his stomach still
killing. He looked down, and moaned at the scar. Qui-Gon
hurried to his side, carefully holding their child. "Qui-Gon,"
Obi-Wan breathed, exhausted. "Are you all right, beloved?"
Qui-Gon asked, brushing his lips against Obi-Wan's. "I shall
recover, love. Is it a boy or a girl?" Obi-Wan questioned.
Qui-Gon smiled at their daughter, and she yawned. "It's a girl.
What shall we call her?" Qui-Gon asked. "Emá-Tuë.
Miracle girl," Obi-Wan suggested. Qui-Gon smiled, and whispered
the name to their daughter. "Emá-Tuë you are, sweet
daughter," Qui-Gon smiled gently. Obi-Wan held out his arms,
and Qui-Gon carefully handed their newborn girl to him.
"Emá-Tuë. Our daughter," Obi-Wan smiled, stroking
the soft tuft of red-gold hair. Emá-Tuë opened her
eyes, grey as Qui-Gon's, and burped. Obi-Wan chuckled, and
kissed her forehead. "Qui-Gon, remind me how this happened?" He
asked quietly, not wanting to disturb Emá-Tuë's
precious sleep. "I can't say that I know, Obi-Wan. I just
can't," Qui-Gon murmured, kissing Obi-wan again.
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