Gardening postscript

by torch (flambeau@strangeplaces.net)

In a bed under a canopy of flowers...

"Sometimes I wonder if it's wrong to enjoy it so much."

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. "You would prefer it if it were unpleasant?"

Obi-Wan frowned, then with a brush against Qui-Gon's mind realized that they were talking at cross-purposes. "Not *this*," he explained, stretching lazily and turning the movement into a full-body caress. "Fighting. I feel... I'm afraid it will make me arrogant."

"Because you're so good at it." Obi-Wan almost protested, but then, that was what he had said, after all. Qui-Gon smiled slightly. "You are, Obi-Wan. But I believe that you never forget the possibility of failure. It keeps you level-headed."

"I hope so, master."

There was a pause, and the sensation of another smile although Qui-Gon's face, as Obi-Wan saw it, was still. "When it comes to *this*, on the other hand," and Qui-Gon moved against Obi-Wan as Obi-Wan had moved against him, "this, I fear, could truly make you arrogant, my Obi-Wan."

And then they were silent together.