Lucasfilm Notes: Just a light, fluffy Valentine's Day sweet.
Obi-Wan paced around the bedroom, turning up each light as he
passed it. Qui-Gon sat at the edge of the large bed, following
with his eyes and using a gentle touch of the Force to dim the
lights after Obi-Wan's passing.
Having futilely completed a circuit of the room, twice, Obi-Wan
finally stopped in front of his master, hands on his hips. Qui-
Gon hid his smile at his padawan's unconsciously seductive
pose. It was the damn boots that did it, or perhaps it was the
way his apprentice walked, hips rolling forward as if eager to
get where he was going. Obi-Wan's voice interrupted his
thoughts.
"You're actually thinking of going through with this, aren't
you?" he accused.
"We said that we would," answered Qui-Gon, mildly.
"Why us?"
"They made it quite clear when they asked us that it must be a
bonded couple."
"We aren't bonded. We aren't even a couple."
"The Erosians however have no concept of our master/padawan
link -to them we are bonded, period. And as there are two of
us, I do believe we qualify as a couple."
Obi-Wan glared at him. "Spare me the logic, Master. Sexual
bonds are not the only bonds these people recognise."
"I am hardly your father, Obi-Wan and I refuse to lie to these
people and tell them that our bond is familial when it most
certainly is not."
"A small white lie." Qui-Gon merely raised his eyebrow. "Oh all
right, a lie is a lie and Jedi don't lie. Unless they have to."
He looked pointedly at his master.
"Is there a reason you would rather lie to an entire world and
condemn them to an entire growing season without water than
perform the ritual with me?"
Obi-Wan would not look at him.
"I see. I am so unappealing to you that the very thought of
making love with me, even in duty, appals you." The words came
out clipped as Qui-Gon reigned in his hurt and disappointment.
"Very well. I will call the magistrate and tell him that he
must find a new couple. I'm sure he will have no trouble doing
so in the," Qui-Gon checked the chronometer by the bed, "forty
minutes left before moon-rise."
Obi-Wan mumbled miserably.
"What was that?"
"I said what I wanted to do to you was more likely to take 40
years than 40 minutes."
"Padawan?"
"I love you, okay?
"Why do you say it like it's such a terrible thing?"
"Because it's such a cliche. Young innocent padawan falls in
love with his handsome, virile master. It's like a bad
holovid."
"You think me virile?"
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Is that all you heard?"
"I also heard you say that you loved me."
"Yeah, well...maybe I'm not ready to give up being grumpy yet
at being manoeuvred by the magistrate into doing this."
"Fair enough." Qui-Gon let his eyes drift close and began the
breathing that would bring him into a meditative state. "Try
not to take too long, I'd hate to disappoint the gods because
you were grumpy."
"All right, all right. If we're going to do this, lets get on
with it." Obi-Wan shrugged off his robe, hanging it over the
back of an overstuffed chair and undid his belt, placing it and
his stola with his robe. He bent to undo the buckles on his
boots, stopping as he noticed that Qui-Gon had not moved.
"What?" he asked.
"Just like that? Let's get on with it? Wham-bam-thank-you-
Master?"
"I was under the impression there wasn't any time for a
seduction."
"There isn't."
"Well then..."
"I just would have liked to have chosen the setting for our
first time."
"I don't know, this isn't so bad. I mean, I would have chosen
some place temperate and this does seem to fit the bill," said
Obi-Wan, sliding his hands across his chest as he pushed his
tunics from his body, shrugging them off and letting them fall
to the floor. "I also would have chosen a bed and it looks like
we have that here as well." Obi-Wan swaggered over to the bed,
exaggerating his usual leading with his hips walk and sat next
to Qui-Gon. He bounced. "Seems quite serviceable." His voice
had dropped to a husky purr and he leaned into Qui-Gon's
personal space. "My master however seems to be wearing too much
clothing."
"Really?" asked Qui-Gon absently, not seeming to be able to
lift his gaze away from his padawan's bared chest.
"Uh-huh." Obi-Wan leaned over and placed his lips on his
master's, hands sliding beneath the voluminous robe. Pushing
his tongue between Qui-Gon's unresisting lips, he slid his
hands up and over the broad shoulders, effectively removing the
dark robe.
Qui-Gon kissed him back softly, hands remaining at his sides,
content to let Obi-Wan take the lead. Obi-Wan pulled back,
sucking softly on Qui-Gon's lower lip before letting it go with
a sigh. He quickly toed off his own boots before sliding down
to remove his master's. He knelt between Qui-Gon's legs, hands
caressing the powerful calves as he slowly undid the clasps of
Qui-Gon's boots.
"Oh for Force sake," he finally exclaimed, exasperated as he
realised he still had a half dozen clips to go. "Who made these
things -the Sith?"
Qui-Gon chuckled before bending to grab one of his boots by the
heel, pulling it off his foot. Obi-Wan sheepishly removed the
other in the same manner. Taking hold of both of Qui-Gon's
ankles, Obi-Wan let his hands slide slowly up his master's
legs, gently brushing the large erection still encased in
Qui-Gon's leggings. He lingered there a moment, caressing,
until Qui-Gon groaned quietly.
Smiling up at his lover, his eyes soft and unfocussed, he moved
on, undoing Qui-Gon's belt and pulling it and the stola away.
His hands continued their journey upward -pushing the soft
linen to the sides and, finally, off Qui-Gon's shoulders.
Obi-Wan leaned forward, mouth once again meeting Qui-Gon's. He
pushed his master back onto the bed as the kiss deepened,
letting his weight rest entirely on his master's large body.
The two promptly slid down to the floor.
"Master?"
"The sheets seem to be rather slippery," commented Qui-Gon with
a frown.
"Not to mention how distracting they are. Why would anyone want
to sleep on sheets that colour -it's like being in a sea of
blood."
"I do believe there is a significance to the colour."
"No doubt it's red for the same reason there are so many of
these smelly flowers around."
"I find the scent quite nice, actually. And you forgot to
mention the chocolate. I'm sure it has a special significance
as well."
"Chocolate?"
"Yes, on the table, there's a big basket of it."
Obi-Wan untangled himself from his master's body and picked
himself up off the floor, heading toward the table in question.
Behind him Qui-Gon sighed and efficiently divested himself of
his leggings. He pulled back the top sheets, revealing a bottom
sheet as slippery and blood-coloured as the one he'd just
removed. With a shrug he climbed into the bed, settling himself
safely in the centre. Turning to his side, he leaned on his
elbow, letting his other hand trail down his body to capture
his penis. He pumped himself with slow, lazy strokes, watching
as Obi-Wan pulled the plastic away from the chocolate basket.
"Look at this," said Obi-Wan, laughter dying in his throat as
he caught sight of Qui-Gon's long, rangy form, naked on the
bed. His eyes were drawn to the sizeable erection Qui-Gon was
stroking. "Wow," he breathed as he dropped the
boxer-clad-chocolate-laden stuffed gorilla unnoticed onto the
floor.
He quickly shimmied out of his leggings, displaying a sizeable
erection of his own. He stalked towards the bed, climbing
carefully into it. Pushing Qui-Gon onto his back, he covered
his master's body with his own, moaning as their erections came
into contact with each other.
They kissed, hands roaming over each other's bodies, hips
sliding together. Qui-Gon hands curled around Obi-Wan's hips,
pulling him forcefully against his groin. They rocked sweetly
together until Obi-Wan cried out, coming. The splash of liquid
slicked their skin, making the glide of their flesh as smooth
as the silk beneath Qui-Gon's back and he called out Obi-Wan's
name as his climax overtook him.
They lay curled in the bed, wrapped around each other until
another sound could be heard over their panting. Obi-Wan slid
out of the bed and padded to the window, pulling the shade to
the side.
"Rain."
"Looks like our performance was sufficient for the ritual."
"You know, it isn't raining very hard," Obi-Wan pointed out.
"Now that you've mentioned it -it does look like it's about to
taper off."
"Perhaps we should try again and encourage a harder rain?"
"I believe that would be prudent."
"I'm not sure of all that silk though -too slippery. What do
you think of seeing if that chair is as soft as it looks?"
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