Summary: Pre-TPM. Summary: Pre-TPM. This is a completely
plotless, smutless (sorry girls) piece that came to me when I
saw that wonderful picture that someone on the OKEB so kindly
brought to everyone's attention.
http://www.ne.jp/asahi/movie/ewanliam/wall4.jpg .
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Disclaimer: Don't own anything or anyone. All the characters
and their universe belong to George Lucas. Notes: Everything in
// // is Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan talking through their bond. Many
thanks to Kethry for all your help and encouragement, you're
the best!
Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn exited the Council chambers releasing
his frustration in a deep exhalation as the doors sealed
quietly behind him. The air compressed by the sliding door
causing his robes to blow gently around his boots.
At best the Council could be trying, at worst they were
exasperating and stubborn, drawing out every bit of information
and viewing it from every angle that twelve different lifeforms
could possible see. Today had been one of the worst. The Jedi
Master and his apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi had returned two days
ago from negotiating land disputes in a system that had
recently joined the Senate and were not used to delegates or
even perhaps the concept of civil conversation. The
negotiations had been trying, requiring every ounce of skill
and every drop of patience the Jedi team could master. Together
they had brought about a peaceful solution to the age-old war
but the Council had questions. Always questions, and questions
that led to more questions. Both Jedi had been summoned the
morning after their return to give an accounting of the talks
and today they had requested Qui-Gon come back to clarify some
of the more muted points of the dispute. After two and a half
hours of grilling little details one would think there would be
no more to discuss, but as always the Council could be counted
on to find more.
Running his fingers through his hair trying to smooth frayed
nerves with the familiar gesture he turned left and strode
determinedly away from the source of his vexation. Idly he
found himself searching for his Padawan. The young man had
stayed behind informing his Master that he would take care of
the house and could be found later in the small garden behind
their apartment, when the "grand inquisition" was over - as
Obi-Wan so irreverently referred to the Council's summons. His
student had always been a source of joy and contradiction. The
older Jedi had often sought out comfort and peace in the midst
of daily pressures in the presence of his Padawan. Whenever
Qui-Gon found himself overwhelmed or frustrated by the turmoil
that so often surrounded and encompassed their lives he could
count on the small bastion of strength near him, usually only
two steps behind, emanating loving firm support. And on many
occasions he provided the most unexpected quick wit, finding
humor in even the most trying circumstance.
Desperately needing that support and fresh look on life at the
moment he sought out Obi-Wan.
Single-mindedly he headed towards their rooms politely
responding to those who greeted him and gracefully turning down
offers of company or diversion. One thing occupied his mind,
time away from the rush of life, time with the one person who
could heal his soul and provide everything his weary mind
needed. He had seen so little of his apprentice the last few
days with all the demands pressed upon them by the Council and
the duties that they still held in the temple.
As he neared their dwelling his pace quickened in anticipation,
his thoughts reaching out searching for Obi-Wan's signature,
his presence. The living quarters were empty and the low
calming voice of his Padawan did not answer his calls.
"Obi-Wan?"
//Obi-Wan?//
A soft incoherent murmur whispered through their bond followed
by a deep contented sigh that the Jedi Master could feel
stretching languidly between them. The feelings calmed his
frayed nerves bringing a lopsided smile to the stern lips and
drawing him to the door that led to the garden out back.
"Padawan?" He called softly into the yard his voice captured
and dampened by the greenery which over hung their tiny private
part of the garden that wove through the temple grounds, a
luxury afforded only to the Masters.
Another slow deep intake as though from a mind on the verges of
sleep, in that place where the dreams lie just between the
light of wakening and the dark of renewing slumber, //Here//
the word purred sleepily through their bond. The soft call
caused the Master to glance to his left near the large valla
tree growing in the corner of the yard overhung with small
dainty white and pink blossoms, it's branches weighted with
color.
Below in the shade afforded by the old tree, lay his Padawan.
Stretched out on the soft green grass, a bed of moss and petals
cushioned him as he slept. He lay on his back his arms folded
peacefully across his chest, his robe removed and waded into a
ball - just the way Qui-Gon hated because of the wrinkles it
would have later - was placed under his head, an impromptu
pillow. His boots were crossed comfortably at the ankles and a
small contented smile set his lips slightly apart as the Jedi
Master felt his sleep deepen and his awareness of the teacher
fade blissfully in the feelings of safety that radiated through
the garden.
Qui-Gon stood patiently on the patio waiting until he could
feel his Padawan slip back into sleep before he stepped out
onto the mossy grass quietly padding up to the still form.
Giving into the desire to simply watch the sleeping man before
him, he knelt slowly behind Obi-Wan, the thick grassy carpet
insulating his movements allowing the still peace of the garden
to absorb the soft sounds and cushion his descent. His robe
spread out behind him floating down seconds after he had
settled himself. The large strong hands of his student laying
across the well muscled chest twitched slightly as sleep
altered its' pattern releasing part of his consciousness to his
Masters presence. Dark eyelashes swept down across pale
handsome cheeks and Qui-Gon found himself selfishly hoping
those eyes would open if only for a moment so he could glimpse
the blue-green orbs they sheltered. As if in response to his
unspoken request the body before him drew in a deep breath,
muscles stretching the fabric taught around the chest as slits
of foggy blue-green stared sleepily up at him for mere seconds
before slowly being reclaimed to sleep. Smiling to himself
Qui-Gon bent quietly over Obi-Wan placing his hands gently on
the young man's shoulders so as not to awaken him he leaned
forward and softly kissed him on the forehead. The love for his
Padawan increasing in his heart even as he felt the young man
stir to his touch. Obi-Wan arched into the kiss pressing his
head back stretching slowly, bringing up one hand awkwardly to
tangle in his Masters hair. His fingers carefully entwining in
the long ponytail, playing around the catch that held his hair
in place and firmly holding the older man from moving as they
burrowed into the silky strands.
A small deep laugh emanated from the Master as a half smile
played at the corners of Obi-Wans mouth.
"Master....?" The words slurred and slow from the half
conscious student were barely a whisper.
"Yes Padawan?"
"Through?"
"Yes I'm through." Qui-Gon attempted to sit up, the stooped
over position beginning to cause serious aches in his lower
spine.
"Pestering, bothersome old..."
"Obi-Wan! Don't be impertinent. The Council had important
questions." The warning that cut off his apprentice was tinted
with humor as was the responding snort the words invoked.
Without warning and without opening his eyes in the least,
Obi-Wan released his hold on his Master and twisted his body
around moving his robe into Qui-Gon's lap. He repositioned
himself and crept into his Masters embrace. Those strong solid
hands moved around the teacher's sides, sliding underneath the
heavy fabric of the robe flattening out against the broad back
and slowly stroking in soothing patterns.
//Obi-Wan// the love and quietness flowing through the bond
required no response.
"Rest Qui-Gon", the mumbled words were breathed against his
belly as the hands on his back went lax around him coming to
rest in the grass at his sides as his Padawan let himself slip
back into sleep, safe in the arms of the one he trusted the
most.
Qui-Gon tightened his hold on the young man in his arms letting
his own tension ease out of his body lulled into peace by the
warmth and contentment asleep in his lap. Yes, this was what he
had needed, time alone with Obi-Wan always cured the warring in
his soul. The coolness of the shade tree and the stillness in
the garden only added to his sense of serenity. He was amazed
to find himself completely satisfied to simply sit and hold the
one who was more precious to him than his own life. If Obi-Wan
wanted to sleep the afternoon away held in his arms then he
would gladly stay here until the other woke.
Stroking the soft spiky hair he silently sent his happiness
wending through their bond to his soulmate, //I love you
Padawan//
//And I you, Master// came the response whispered back from the
depths of his heart, love that couldn't be stilled even in
sleep.
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