Obi-Wan knew it was a bold scheme. But he'd gladly pay the
price if he were caught. His master had been away at a
convention for over a week, and he was getting itchy.
Gotta have him, gotta have him...
There were other masters in attendance at the hotel downtown
where the convention took place. He'd have to use extreme care.
Good thing I begged and bribed for this bellhop uniform.
With careful probing and gentle questions he skulked about the
hotel, watching the masters dine in the ballroom. A familiar
figure sat at a large table, drinking wine with Masters Windu,
Ooereth, and Berault. Long hair fell loosely about broad
shoulders.
He looks so handsome. Obi-Wans' heart did a little flip.
I want to feel him beside me, in me.
"Bellhop!! Are you deaf?"
Obi-Wan spun. "Wha? Oh, yes sir."
A withered elderly man with bushy eyebrows glared. "I've been
standing here for a few minutes. Are you daydreaming?"
Obi-Wan hustled to get his bags. "Uh, no. My apologies. I'll
take your bags."
"Fifth floor" the man walked ahead of him down the corridor.
"Yessir" Obi-Wan played the role to perfection.
As they rode up he considered the possibilities, mind awhirl.
We've discussed this over and over. I would bond now.
There's no reason to wait for my knighthood. If no one knows,
what harm could there be? Even if the Council were to find out,
by then it would be too late.
"Ahem!"
"Oh. Sorry, sir."
"Perhaps I should contact your supervisor" the man snorted.
"Your mind is everywhere but on the job. Room 512, if you
please."
Obi-Wan put on his most formal face. "Unecessary, sir. Your
room is this way" he picked up the bags and stepped off the
elevator, glancing at the wall signs.
The man nodded gruffly. "And don't expect a tip."
Obi-Wan shrouded his presence as he returned to the main lobby.
I need to get his room number. A quick peek at the
guestbook...
He gestured. Pages flipped. The desk manager stared in
disbelief before reaching down underneath the counter. He
pulled out a small bottle.
"As of now I'm officially off this stuff" he poured the bottle
into a plant.
Obi-Wan smiled to himself. Easy as pie. Room 609.
He bolted to the sixth floor.
Another easy pass using a touch of the force opened the lock.
Perfect. The lights are out. And the room is definitely
occupied.
Quietly he crept into the living room, sliding out of his
clothing.
Yes yes yes. Gonna be a hot time...
Silently he eased down the hallway in the darkness, the
moonlight shading his handsome features.
Oh, love. The things I will do to you.
He stood at the doorway to the bedroom. Soft breathing
permeated the darkness. A long form curled beneath the
blankets.
All mine, now. We'll get buck wild.
Obi-Wan slid underneath the covers, stroking supple shoulders.
A kiss alongside the neck.
What? Is your hair pinned up, love? How strange.
More suckling kisses across the back.
"Mmm."
"You!!"
"But of course" silky baritone was in his ear. Long arms
gripped him, pulling him close.
"Master Windu!!"
"Why hello" the elder Jedi smiled in the dark. "Such fire that
brings thee to my bed."
Obi-Wan reached for the lamp, turning it on. Soft light played
across gentle features and dark eyes.
"I...uh, I mean, you don't understand, I thought..."
Slender brown fingers stroked his face. "You need not explain.
Thee are most attractive. But you aren't a knight yet. Could
you not wait?"
Obi-Wan turned red, sitting up. "No! I mean yes. I mean...this
isn't what it looks like!"
Windu pulled him down. "Nay, you will stay. Perhaps I am not so
stiffnecked as I appear. And there are times when rules...can
be circumvented. But why didn't you come to me earlier?"
"I wasn't trying to..."
"I admire your attempts at decorum" soft lips kissed his palm.
"You had but to declare yourself. And I am pleasantly
surprised."
Curiosity tweaked at the younger man. "Why surprised?"
Soft chuckle. Brown eyes were warm in the low light. "I assumed
you fancied your Master."
Obi-Wan gulped. Oh no.
Windu smiled, brilliant teeth in contrast to dusky skin. "But
now that you're here I'm glad. Let us celebrate this night of
secrets."
Obi-Wan looked about desperately. "But I...you don't
understand! I've made a mistake. I should leave" he moved to
go.
"Love is never a mistake" deep eyes glimmered in affection.
"Now come to me."
"I didn't come for-"
Strong arms gathered him in, smothering further protest in hot
kisses.
Obi-Wan managed to pull his lips free. "But isn't this room
609?!"
Windu laughed. "Qui-Gons' room? No, why do you ask? He's in
906."
"Oh no. I looked at the number upside down!!" Obi-Wan moaned as
Windu yanked him under the covers.
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