SUMMARY: After tensions come to a head <snicker>, Anakin
encourages Obi-Wan to take care of some personal business the
Knight has with his elder Master...
TIME: Four years after TPM; Anakin is 13. (AU!! You-know-who is
VERY much alive!)
NOTE: This is a PWP from my "Pulse of the Force" AU, but set in
the future because I needed Anakin to be a bit older (and
wiser) for this... (See "The Pulse of the Force" and "The Will
of the Force" in the M_A archives for the rest of this series)
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Qui-Gon Jinn endured the attentions of his current padawan and
his former padawan just so far before bellowing at them to
leave him alone to heal from the hand injury he'd suffered on
Drall. He could handle this himself from within a healing
trance, and besides, he hated being fussed over needlessly.
The mission to the two Corellian worlds had been sticky from
the get-go, as the stubborn Drall regent refused to budge on a
point of protocol set out by the Tralusian representative.
Things had escalated to the point where overzealous Drall
troops tried to abort the efforts of the three Jedi, and the
Knights and their Padawan had to actually fight their way out
while managing not to kill any Dralls. But Qui-Gon had taken a
direct blaster hit to his right hand when Anakin inadvertently
slipped on something and distracted the Jedi Master. A bobble
in the Force, a pure accident. In fact, the Dralls at that
point, seeing that they'd injured a Jedi, somehow recovered
their sense and stopped fighting, expecting the wrath of the
Republic to descend. Qui-Gon had had heated but careful words
with the Regent, then left abruptly, furious with himself for
ever letting them get to the point of fighting.
Anakin, of course, had been completely despondent, but both
Knights hastened to reassure him, pointing out that the
accident had a good benefit, and Qui-Gon insisted firmly that
the injury was a minor setback. Obi-Wan, alarmed that his
beloved wasn't attending to his wound, managed to get the
Master back to their quarters in the Drall palace where he set
about repairing the damage.
Qui-Gon silently seethed all during Obi-Wan's ministrations,
but allowed it. However, afterwards when both Knight and
Padawan proceeded to hover and fuss over him, the Jedi Master
ordered them out in no uncertain terms.
Obi-Wan and Anakin found themselves locked outside their
quarters, both a bit taken aback by the Master's vehemence. The
Knight took a few deep breaths, calming down while he thought
of where they could go in the palace. Then he turned and got a
look at Anakin's face just as he felt the disharmony in their
bond.
The boy was on the verge of tears and worse... he radiated
confusion and fear. Obi-Wan put his hand on Anakin's shoulder
and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Ani, this is not your
fault. Master Qui-Gon told you that..."
"I've never seen him this angry," Anakin murmured, looking up
at the younger of his two Masters. "I don't understand, Master
Obi-Wan. How can Master Qui-Gon feel anger? There is no Dark in
him. He loves the Light..."
"Yes, of course he does," Obi-Wan assured the boy quickly, and
pulled the thirteen-year-old against him to give him a needed
hug. "This isn't the Dark, not really, Ani... Master Qui-Gon is
hurting and must restore his inner balance. He'll be fine
soon."
Anakin returned the hug with relief, but looked up into his
Master's face, frowning. "He hasn't replied to the Council yet,
has he? And I know there's something else going on here..."
Obi-Wan smiled down at their Padawan with affection, releasing
him but slipping his fingers around the boy's slim Padawan
braid. "You're very perceptive, Ani... no, he hasn't responded
to the Council. What else could be going on? He's just
frustrated over the Dralls."
But the teenager knew his beloved Masters well. "We've had a
horrific schedule these last two months, Master. When did you
and Qui-Gon have sex last?"
The Knight's eyes widened at the boy's frankness. "Anakin...
um, that isn't any of your business, young Padawan..." he
replied, his brows furrowed in concern.
"Like Sithhell it isn't," Anakin countered boldly, ready to
rail back at him. When the sharp tug on his braid came, he
settled down, but did not back off. "Master Obi-Wan, I feel the
tension in both of you. You know how strong our bond has
gotten... how can I not notice? What am I supposed to do, just
ignore the looks and what I feel from you two?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan breathed, frowning. "Padawan, you know how
critical our work has been. What with the upheavals in the
Senate and the reports of direct attacks on Jedi... we don't
have time to indulge in pleasures. And may I remind you that
we're training a rather headstrong Padawan as well?"
Anakin grinned suddenly. "Oh, Master, just let me disappear for
a few hours while you go... take care of things." He nodded
toward the door to their quarters. "You're not busy NOW... I
promise not to get into trouble."
"You always say that," Obi-Wan sighed, but then found himself
smiling. "You know, I think a distraction right now might even
help to clear our, ah, minds of our many concerns..."
"As well as clear out something else?" Anakin chuckled, wagging
his eyebrows at his Master suggestively.
"Padawan, you're growing up entirely too fast..." Obi-Wan blew
his breath out, exasperated with the prodigy. But then Anakin
Skywalker, once a slave on a backwater Outer Rim planet, had
grown up with adults, and had probably seen plenty in
the nine years he lived there before joining the Jedi.
Particularly when he and his mother had belonged to Gardulla
the Hutt...
Anakin just laughed and gave his younger Master a push toward
the door. "Don't worry, I won't be snooping. The Guardian never
lets me, you know."
Obi-Wan sighed and smiled, giving the boy's braid a last
affectionate tug before releasing it. "Thank the Force for the
Guardian, then. All right, I concede that you have discerned
the real problem... just be careful. I still don't trust these
Dralls."
"I will be careful, Master," Anakin promised, bowing formally.
But he couldn't resist giving Obi-Wan a wink before he dashed
away.
[That boy,] Obi-Wan thought to himself as he regarded the
locked door again. [He never stops surprising us...] He laid
his hand on the door, pausing to sense his own particular bond
with the Jedi Master within. As expected, the Master's shields
were up, hard.
[Qui-love...] A soft, careful whisper into the other's mind.
[What?] the other snapped back immediately. [I thought I was
clear - I want to be alone.]
[Clear but wrong,] Obi-Wan sent back with a mental caress.
[This isn't about the Dralls or your hand, beloved. Or, for
that matter, the Council.]
[Don't bring that up.]
[Of course not, Master,] Obi-Wan agreed smoothly, smiling. [And
this has nothing to do with your birthday a week ago and
turning fifty-six...]
A mental snort of derision was the response to that. [Now
you're just making noise,] the Jedi Master threw back at him.
[Thanks to the Guardian I don't need to be worrying about age
any more, it seems.]
[Just thought I'd mention it,] Obi-Wan smirked, then sent a
wave of something else in the direction of his former Master.
[I think this is about a need I have... oh, and I believe it's
one you share as well, Qui-love.]
Qui-Gon could not hold in the gasp as his beloved sent him a
wave of sexual desire. [Obi-love, what are you doing?]
[Enticing you to open this door,] the Knight returned smoothly.
[Of course, I could use Force to do that, but I'd much rather
you let me in willingly. It will make this much easier.]
[You wouldn't.]
[Probably not.] Obi-Wan smirked, [but I may have to if either
of us gets any... worse.]
[Obi-Wan knows what you need, love,] came another mental voice,
not unexpected. It was the Guardian, of course.
[Meddler.]
[You love us well, Qui-Gon,] came back the solemn reply from
the Force entity. [We are concerned about the disharmony within
you.]
[Oh, great, you two are ganging up on me now...]
Obi-Wan chuckled. [You expected anything else?]
[Where's the boy?] The Jedi Master sounded impatient and
definitely disgruntled.
[Anakin is busying himself elsewhere and has promised not to
get into trouble,] Obi-Wan returned, daring to caress the
smooth metal of the door suggestively, knowing his lover would
discern what he was doing. [This is all his idea, of course.]
[SITH!]
[Qui-Gon, the boy is growing up...] Obi-Wan reminded him
hastily just as the Guardian quickly assured him, [We will
shield him out, as always...]
[I need to meditate...]
[You need to ejaculate...]
[My hand,] Qui-Gon sent back, shocked, still futilely arguing,
[I can't...]
[You can't what?] Obi-Wan laughed out loud. [You have a problem
with lying back and letting me make love to you? What do you
think you're going to need your hand for, hmmm?]
The door flew open, and narrowed, glacial-blue eyes stabbed at
the Knight unhappily. "Perhaps spanking you?" Qui-Gon Jinn
growled, peering down from his lofty height.
"Tease," Obi-Wan chuckled as he pushed past the Master,
entering the room. He heard the door lock click again behind
him as he shed his robe and began to remove his belt, standing
beside the bed they shared. "My, but we're needy... so, are you
going to let me do this or not?"
He got another growl for a response. Smiling, the Knight
continued to remove his clothes, knowing the Master was
watching him now. "This will be so much more enjoyable if you
just accept it, Qui-love," he murmured, laying his undertunic
on top of his tunic and tabard which lay with his belt and sash
on a chair. Naked from the waist up now, Obi-Wan turned to look
at his Master.
As expected, the glacial-blue eyes were smoldering, the other's
hunger finally evident. "Obi-love... if you weren't so utterly
delectable..."
"Yes?" Obi-Wan sat gracefully and began to tug off his boots.
The Master sighed deeply, enjoying the sight. "Well, as long as
we both share such a sharp need..." He reached behind his back
to undo his own belt, then winced as pain lanced through his
healing hand.
The Knight leaped to take over. "Please let me, love," he
murmured, leaning his head against the high shoulder of the
other as he worked the belt off and undid the sash, kissing his
shoulder at the same time. [Just let me love you...]
To Obi-Wan's relief, an answering surge of desire and warmth
cascaded into his mind. [You always know what's good for me,]
Qui-Gon replied, relaxing minutely.
[Together we'll spend time in that healing trance... later,]
Obi-Wan returned, drawing the tunic off the broad shoulders of
the Master. [Forgive me if I don't take the time for Ritual?]
Qui-Gon groaned, then actually managed to chuckle. [Neither of
us would last through that, beloved.]
There was an internal mental rumble of dissent coming from the
Guardian at that, but the entity didn't speak. Qui-Gon chuckled
again. "Besides, I don't like the thought of Anakin on his own
for hours in this half-hostile environment."
[We would protect him.]
[I know.] Qui-Gon closed his eyes momentarily, touching the
mind of the communal midi-chlorian entity that shared a cluster
of brain cells with him. [Obi-love is right, it's been too
long...]
The only response from the entity was a wave of love that broke
over the minds of both Knight and Master, drawing a mutual sigh
from each. Obi-Wan, as always thrilled to be included in the
mental intimacies between entity and host, pulled Qui-Gon
around to face him, his arms sliding around his neck. When
Qui-Gon smiled at him at last, Obi-Wan pulled him down for a
kiss.
[Just... let me,] asked the Knight again, purring into his mind
while he savored the Master's mouth. He had his hands up into
the taller man's long hair, loosening it from the tie at the
back and letting it cascade over both their faces. He felt the
minute relaxing from the other and smiled into the kiss. [See,
you're already feeling better...]
[Let you?] Qui-Gon, allowing himself to enjoy the taste of his
lover, made a last, small noise of protest in his throat. [Like
I can stop you?] Despite his pretense of reluctance, he folded
long arms around the other man, his good hand sliding down to
palm one firm globe of his ass.
[Sure, you can stop me,] Obi-Wan teased, pressing back into the
hand. [You didn't answer my question.]
The Jedi Master straightened, releasing him. "You've made it
clear that my internal harmony is being threatened, and
therefore I require your efforts to restore it. Even Jedi
meditation... has its limits." With this admission, Qui-Gon
broke into a rare, wide smile. "That's a yes."
The Jedi Knight's hands were already working his lover's pants
open. "Such a hard word to say... you know, Qui-love, even
though you're a powerful man physically and mentally, it
doesn't hurt to allow yourself to need me..."
"I do need you," Qui-Gon interrupted hastily. "You know,
Obi-love, you're one powerful man yourself... I should have let
you handle Regent Pluff alone. You've the sense of humor that I
lack to manage such a fool."
Obi-Wan was busy divesting the elder of his clothes, pushing
him backwards to sit on the bed while he worked boots then
pants off him. "I agree, although if you'd been yourself, you
would have Force-stopped the Dralls from attacking us in the
first place."
"A show of power would have sent the wrong message, Padawan,"
Qui-Gon growled back. "As it was, it was hard enough stopping
them when it would look like it was their choice to do so."
"You did that?" Obi-Wan laughed, tossing a boot over his
shoulder. "They looked so mortified, like they didn't believe
we could be injured... frankly I thought they just wanted to
see us in action."
"Too true, and yes, I took their will to fight from them when I
so stupidly let myself get distracted." Qui-Gon laid back as
his lover finished stripping him, sighing. "Tonight I'm not
letting Pluff get to me, even if I have to throw a Force-shield
over us and change Pluff's mind for him."
"But you're not going to be there," Obi-Wan said firmly. He'd
quickly shed his own pants and at this startling statement,
climbed on top of Qui-Gon, landing on his stomach hard enough
to push a gasp from him.
"I beg your pardon?" The Jedi Master glared up at the man
straddling him.
Obi-Wan was about to lean down over him and kiss the argument
out of him, but found he couldn't. The obstinate old coot had
put up a Force-shield preventing the younger Knight's forward
movement - another of his bothersome new skills learned from
the Guardian. "Why not?" Obi-Wan countered smoothly, not at all
concerned. "You have a legitimate excuse. You need the evening
to finish healing your hand. I'll deal with Pluff. Now be good
or I'll make Anakin stay behind with you."
The shield was suddenly gone, replaced by a rare sound indeed.
The Jedi Master laughed out loud. "Now there's something to
fear... and I am NOT obstinate or an old coot..."
"I didn't say that!" Obi-Wan protested, leaning down now to fit
his body against his lover's.
"You were thinking it."
"You were being obstinate." The Knight grinned.
Qui-Gon drew in his breath sharply as Obi-Wan shifted back to
align their groins. "All right, I was obstinate," he admitted,
then went still to attune himself to the Force as it blended
into his sensations. He closed his eyes and laid the arm with
the injured hand, his right, back against the bed above his
head, his other hand sliding along the smooth ribcage of his
lover. His breathing grew deeper as he centered himself.
As soon as Obi-Wan noted the Master's centering, he quickly did
the same, though he wanted to thrust, positioned as he was,
holding himself up by his hands to either side of the older
man. But he, too, was Jedi, and attention to the moment was
everything to them in every activity. Obi-Wan sighed, feeling
the swell of the Force surround them both.
Then... something they were still getting used to... the
echoing swell, just a touch, from the third being present, the
Guardian. The midi-chlorian collective within Qui-Gon's brain,
by reason of being in symbiotic resonance with the Jedi Master,
participated in their love-making by assisting the merging of
their minds so that Knight and Master experienced everything
each other felt. At the same time, the Guardian shielded them,
keeping the powerful mental emanations from affecting anything
outside themselves... adversely.
If all in the Palace today moved about their business with less
than their usual tension, then that was good...
A large thumb moved against a nipple, and both recipient and
giver shivered and smiled at one another, their eyes opening
again, as they began to make love. Caresses from the large hand
of the one, gentle thrusting of the pelvis of the other,
sensations shared by both even as their minds continued to
blend, their senses meshing with one another like power
crystals fitting together in perfect Force-assisted alignment
within a lightsaber.
But the disquiet was still there. Obi-wan sighed and slid a
hand under Qui-Gon's left knee, lifting his leg up, still
thrusting slowly. He kissed the knee, caressed the long thigh.
[Let me... shhhh, beloved..]
Qui-Gon's hand stilled, then lifted to touch his lover's cheek.
[Beautiful Knight...]
Obi-Wan smiled, turning his head to kiss his palm. [My
beautiful Master...] Still balancing on one hand, assisted of
course by the Force, he continued to rub against his lover's
groin as he caressed the outside of Qui-Gon's thigh.
Then the Knight was sliding down further, kneeling now between
his legs as he began to spread them wide, his lips laying a
trail of kisses down the inside of one thigh, then the other.
He himself shivered in concert with his lover as he, too, felt
the sensations as if Qui-Gon was mirroring his actions.
Handy... this sensory link. Moving sinuously, folded in half,
Obi-Wan also nuzzled his beloved's groin with cheek, hair and
lips. Qui-Gon moved just as sinuously, pressing into the
nuzzle, sighing deeply with the delicious teasing.
A hand moved down beneath, a single finger sliding gently along
the Master's crease. Releasing a moan, Qui-Gon raised his legs
to allow better access, and in the same moment sent something
like a Force-push that effectively served as a real caress of
Obi-Wan's own, weeping hardness. The Knight's back arched at
the sensation, wringing a delighted gasp from them both. All
the while... their minds mingled, sharing the intensity of
love, one for the other. Serenity - as always, the knowledge of
one another's place in their lives - flowed strong in the Force
between the two men, holding them entirely attentive.
Obi-Wan, at last, concentrated the Force within him, then used
it as his Master had in their very first Ritual together. The
Force was used to gently stretch a particularly tight ring of
muscle in the other. He closed his eyes, both to concentrate
and to share this deeply intimate moment with his lover. In
moments, Qui-Gon was prepared, completely relaxed, his face
serene yet his mind focused solidly on his beloved. [Yes...] he
responded in the utter silence to the unasked question.
[Master...] Obi-Wan replied with reverence. He took a moment to
prepare himself with a lubricant kept near at hand, then
shifted into position, gently pressing his former master's
knees back against his chest. Qui-Gon, eyes closed as well,
made the final mental and physical yielding to his lover,
becoming totally relaxed for him. [Master,] the Knight's mental
voice repeated, a prayer, as he entered him in one, long,
smooth stroke, sliding in completely at once.
Both Jedi felt that as if each were impaling the other. Both
felt the sure thrust into the hot encasement which clamped down
firmly. The Force breathed the lovers, and the lovers breathed
the Force. The Guardian sang his delight in their joining
through the medium of their blended minds.
Elsewhere, Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker sat alone on a pillow
on the wide balcony of the palace mezzanine, smiling while deep
in his meditative trance, serene and sure.
Elsewhere, the Drall Regent untensed, thinking he just needed
more sleep.
Elsewhere, the Tralusian representative chuckled, thinking of a
clever joke to break the ice at the evening's resumption of
talks.
Elsewhere, the captain of the Drall guard thought to be
grateful that the Jedi purposely avoided retaliating in a
harmful way, thinking he'd learned a very good lesson this
day...
The two Jedi lovers, locked away, hidden from the palace
denizens who would never know of the beneficence bestowed upon
their spirits this day, began to move together in their
joining, loving one another in their coupling, loving the Force
as it moved like blessed fluid through their beings. The
Knight, on the physical plane, did the actual thrusting in and
out of his lover's tight passage, but he felt every thrust deep
within his own bowels. The Master, on the physical plane, was
being penetrated deeply and smoothly by his powerful, nubile
lover, but he himself felt as if he were pumping into the core
of the other.
Passion, tamed through the Force to its obedient place as
serenity, swelled until it broke like a clean wave through both
Jedi simultaneously, healing body and spirit and mind in the
convulsive surge, the ardent Pulse of the Force shuddering
through their joined beings. The Guardian cried out in joy in
their bond even as he maintained the adamantine shielding.
When they came down and separated, Qui-Gon Jinn hauled his
lover up with his good arm, pulling him up and alongside his
body. He caught Obi-Wan's mouth with his, kissing him deeply
and slowly. Within, after such an exquisite release, both Jedi
Knight and Master felt extraordinarily clear and focused... and
utterly at peace.
[Padawan, this was... much needed. You were right.] Qui-Gon
smiled into the kiss, still caressing his lover's mind.
[The other Padawan was right, you mean,] Obi-Wan teased.
Though they were not truly Master and Padawan to each other any
longer, the titles had become lovers' nicknames.
Qui-Gon shifted again, tucking the Knight's body along his
rather longer frame, twining his legs around the other's. [I
did not realize the boy was perceptive... in that area,] he
commented, still enjoying their kiss.
Obi-Wan sighed into the elder's mouth. [He has become closely
bonded to us, beloved, how can he not? We agreed that his
development requires that he feel loved and cared for. Anakin
knows of the basic facts of human sexuality, though I do not
believe he has felt such stirrings himself, or understood what
they were. I know I had not at his age.]
The Jedi Master ended the kiss, drawing back just enough to
look deep into the Knight's eyes. "But we will have to have
that talk with him soon, I believe..."
"Perhaps." Obi-Wan took a deep breath, looking over the planes
of the handsome, masculine face he loved so well, his beloved
Master. Then he smiled as together they reached out for their
link with their Padawan. "Feel his peace..."
Unexpectedly, the Guardian broke in to make a comment. [You
two, more than the vast majority in the Order, truly commune
with the Force in its Light aspect, unite with the Force in a
way the living usually cannot.]
The Jedi shifted so they could look over towards the door. As
always, the vigilant Guardian, shadowy and translucent, stood
at his usual post, the entrance to their quarters, guarding
their shielding. As they met that ethereal gaze, the Guardian
shut off his shadow sabre and rose to his feet from his
kneeling position. "What are you saying, Guardian?" Qui-Gon
murmured to the image so like his own.
The Force-entity floated over to the bed... and actually seemed
to sit on the bed beside them, although if they'd reached for
him, they would only feel a tingling, no corporeality. [Anakin
Skywalker is learning this from you, beloved Knights, and
becoming more and more bound to the Light. The communion. It
will soon be sorely needed against the Dark.]
Both men froze, their thoughts returning unwillingly to the
fact of their time's reality - the Dark was coming, and already
the Jedi were behest. The Republic was straining to survive,
and disorder was becoming rampant. Petty bickerings like this
useless squawl between Drall and Tralus were going to tear it
apart if it even survived the chaos in the Senate right now.
The Jedi Council were concentrating their efforts on piercing
the cloud of the Dark. It was the reason why Qui-Gon Jinn had
been contacted by the Council just a day ago.
As before, those members of the Council who also possessed
Force-entities sought to merge minds in order to seek out the
Dark's workings. Qui-Gon Jinn had done this with his colleagues
numerous times, but there were indications that the stalemate
between Light and Dark might soon be broken. Since Qui-Gon was
the only Jedi Lord of Light to date, his involvement was
especially critical in this renewed effort.
He had not given them his answer as yet. There was so much to
do around the Republic and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan together had
been able to do quite a lot of good in a few of those systems
where support for the Senate was the shakiest. They'd been able
to assist in the election of many new Senators who would not
follow their predecessors' slide into corruption. The Corellian
System was one of those key systems, and this last little snag
between Tralus and Drall was the final puzzle piece here. But
there were so many other systems...
Qui-Gon had informed his partner and their padawan of the call.
There had been no discussion as yet. Obi-Wan knew the Master
well, knew that Qui-Gon would talk to him about it sooner or
later. Anakin had been rather more excited, though he read the
adults' body language and suppressed his reaction and
curiosity. Wasn't it good to be called to join minds with the
Council again?
"The Council," Obi-Wan sighed, fingering his lover's bearded
chin thoughtfully.
"There are three others on the Council who possess
Force-entities," Qui-Gon murmured, his glance sliding away
though he allowed the caress. "All of us who host those
entities must merge our minds in order to see what the Dark is
about. And my presence is critical."
Obi-Wan laid his head on the other's shoulder, hiding his
expression from him. For some months now he had felt the
growing presence of the Force entity within his own mind.
They'd known this would happen, just not when. But the entity
was as yet still underdeveloped and was unable to speak to him.
Obi-Wan was unable to contact it... yet he could feel it
growing, as if the Force wanted him to have this assurance.
Still, Obi-Wan would not be able to help his former master in
this endeavor against the Dark.
"I know, Obi-love," Qui-Gon whispered, kissing his hair. "Yet I
must do this. One day you and I... and perhaps Anakin as
well... will join minds and deliver a mighty blow to the Dark."
"Anakin has his own path," Obi-Wan murmured back, levering
himself up on an elbow to look at him again.
Qui-Gon met his gaze and nodded slowly. "Yes, though his
parallels ours for some time yet..."
"He will be a formidable ally," the Guardian whispered, not
looking at either of them.
The three fell silent, then Obi-Wan brushed his lips across his
lover's shoulder. [Your tension is nearly all gone,] he noted,
a smile curving his lips. [We sorely needed this.]
[Yes,] Qui-Gon sighed, then released a low groan as the
Guardian's image dissolved into mist tendrils and reintegrated
with him.
Respectful of his partner's need to adjust to the
reintegration, Obi-Wan rolled to his back and closed his eyes.
He reached out tentatively to the mind of their padawan, though
he did not speak to him. He could sense the quiet of the boy's
mind, deep in trance. [Four years, and he has smoothly become
Jedi,] he thought to himself, marveling. [I think we're going
to make a lover of the Light out of him yet...]
[Indeed, beloved,] Qui-Gon replied to the thought. [And he will
need that strong love to hold back the Dark. As will we.]
Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon's hand in his suddenly. "When did you do
this?" It was the hand injured by the blaster shot. There was
no longer any marks on it, and the Jedi Master flexed it
experimentally. There was no pain.
"I did not do this consciously," Qui-Gon replied with a sigh,
giving him a wry smile. "Our love-making engendered the flow of
healing energies through us both."
The Jedi Knight's eyes widened, then a grin stole over his
face. "Let me guess... it also effects... recharging?"
The Jedi Master's reply was to roll his lover onto his side,
then pull him against him by the hips so that his firm, muscled
behind was against his groin. "I think this merits
experimentation," Qui-Gon murmured into his ear as he slid his
hardening erection up against his lover's entrance.
Obi-Wan laughed and pushed back eagerly. "Oh, I quite agree,
Master!"
Elsewhere, Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker laughed in unconscious
echo of his young Master's delight, though he of course had no
idea why. [Something must be going right!] he thought, shaking
off the meditative trance, feeling a surge of happiness within.
Bounding to his feet, he ignited his lightsaber and began to
practice the j'hi form of the Jehadra, the Jedi training forms.
Elsewhere, the Drall Regent, having run into the Tralusian
representative in the hallway, laughed at the Tralusian's
timely joke about the new Corellian senator, and, clapping him
on the back, invited him to stop for a drink before the state
dinner, still two hours away.
Elsewhere, the captain of the Drall guard was having a
heart-to-heart with his men in which he admitted his grave
error in attacking the Jedi, and began to wax enthusiastically
about the important role the Jedi played in keeping the peace
around the Republic, and how they should honor their service...
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