Archive: Master and Apprentice, CKoS -- anyone else just ask me
first
Category: BSDM, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: see Category
Spoilers: None
Summary: After a mission, a distraught Qui-Gon needs something
out of the ordinary from Obi-Wan.
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Note1: /// indicates Qui-Gon's
thoughts/meditations/visions.
Note2: Huge, big, really large thanks to my beta readers on
this one. I had trouble with the beginning. Oh, and trouble
with the end. And I forgot, trouble with the middle. Thanks go
to Abigail not only for her beta but for specific BSDM
information. RavenD, in addition to her beta, gave me the
encouragement I needed to slog through and finish the darn
thing, which I started back in April. Gloriana helped me **SO**
much with the story structure and flow & caught about a
jillion little errors - Thank you, ladies!! Of course if it
still sucks, blame me, not them.
Note3: Pumpkin, thanks for your suggested substitute for
"perineum." I have an adolescent fascination with the work
"cock," however, so I stuck with that :-)
In·ver·sion (in-'v&r-zh&n,
-sh&n)
1 : a reversal of position, order, form, or relationship
2 : the condition of being turned inward or inside out
Qui-Gon Jinn could not find emotional calm nor could he relax
physically.
He and Obi-Wan were on their way back to Coruscant from their
seemingly successful diplomatic mission to Thessel, housed in
plush quarters on a rather luxurious spaceliner. The transport
was a gesture of respect from the ruling Thesselian Magistrates
for their help. Qui-Gon felt anything but respectable. He knew
now the agreement he'd urged all parties to sign would surely
cause loss of life for the zealots who inhabited the Clasaac
region of Thessel. He was enjoying the best these people had to
offer, and for what?
They had been on board for nearly a day, and he'd spent much of
that time pretending to sleep and trying to meditate. Each time
he felt centered and opened himself to the Force, he was
visited with visions. Visions from the mission itself and of
Thessel's possible future; a disturbing mix of memory and
prescience.
Obi-Wan sat in a plush chair at the room's comm station,
tweaking their final mission report: the expected duty of a
senior Padawan. Qui-Gon knelt on the carpeted floor near the
large, comfortable bed and watched his Apprentice work,
concentrating on Obi-Wan's precise and meticulous motions in
another attempt to find his mental focus. But just as he closed
his eyes and centered himself in the Force, Qui-Gon slipped
past a state of meditation and deep into another vision.
///The sky was gray and the air was thick with ash. No sun,
just dim, diffused light. No way to tell where the rumbling
mountains met the sky. Qui-Gon had hoped the screaming flow of
hot gasses which preceded most eruptions would make the end
quick and painless, but that was not to be. Instead the magma
flowed slowly, eating at and superheating the plain metal
houses of the fourth Tribe one by one. The metal walls smoked,
buckled and eventually melted, allowing the deadly flow entry.
Anyone viewing the village would assume it was abandoned, but
as the houses were slowly overcome, Qui-Gon heard muffled
screams. The air was so hot now it was painful to breath. Ash
made him cough and blinded him as if he were in a sandstorm. He
sank to his knees and could feel his skin blister as the flow
crept closer and closer, pulsating like a living, virulent
entity...///
The vision came to an abrupt halt and he realized Obi-Wan was
shaking him. He was sweating, gasping for breath, and every
muscle in his body was clenched.
Obi-Wan helped him to his feet, with a serious, worried
expression. "I tried calling to you, Master, are you all
right?" Qui-Gon nodded his head, but with the report
transmitted, Obi-Wan obviously felt it was now time to see to
his Master. Obi-Wan led him to the large bed, removed his
boots, belt and tunics and insisted he lie face down. Gentle
hands then tried to unknot the overstressed muscles in his back
and neck through a deep oil massage. As Obi-Wan knelt beside
him on the bed, working tense muscles, he spoke softly about
their next mission and the latest news from his friends
stationed at the Temple.
As Qui-Gon listened to the cultured voice, he tried to relax
his body and allow his mind to only hear Obi-Wan's words. But
with each attempt the same future-vision threatened and he
would tense. Finally, he was brought back to the present by
something Obi-Wan was saying.
"If you won't be still, Master, I'll have to tie your hands."
Qui-Gon turned his head towards his kneeling Padawan.
"Is that a threat you are willing to see through, Obi-Wan?" he
said with a small smile. His eyes were sad, yet challenging.
Obi-Wan looked up from his work, surprised and a bit uneasy.
They had teased each other from time to time since becoming
lovers, but there was something in Qui-Gon's voice and
expression that hinted at an urgent need.
With a muffled "hmmff" Obi-Wan picked up the sash he'd laid
aside when removing Qui-Gon's tunic. Qui-Gon was stretched out
on the bed, but his misbehaving hands were clutching a pillow,
keeping his back muscles from truly relaxing. Without further
ado, Obi-Wan positioned Qui-Gon's arms behind his back, then
crossed and bound his wrists together.
Instead of returning to the grueling massage, however, he began
to ghost his fingers along Qui-Gon's spine. Qui-Gon's head
relaxed against the pillow again and he began to shiver at the
light touch.
"More....please."
Had Obi-Wan heard right? It wasn't the words but their tone.
Dark and husky, it was an actual plea. Qui-Gon's tension and
anxiety were almost visible in his force aura. There was
something that Qui-Gon wanted -- needed. Obi-Wan could feel it
as though he was connected somehow with his Master. Feel it as
if it was his own need. Something Qui-Gon obviously couldn't
find through meditation.
"Please what?"
The briefest of hesitations before Qui-Gon answered.
"Please...Master."
Obi-Wan felt disoriented. It was not the answer to the question
he had asked, but it told him what he needed to know. At that
moment, with those words, he knew the depth of Qui-Gon's
distress and the extent of what he wanted. He took a second to
center himself. Could he do this for his Master? He had to try.
When he spoke again, Obi-Wan's voice had changed. Still elegant
and quiet, he now spoke slowly and his inflection turned cold.
"And what is it you're begging for, hmm? What shall I do with
you?" All the while he lightly teased Qui-Gon's back with his
fingers.
Qui-Gon was silent; it seemed as if he couldn't put what he
wanted into words.
"Refusing to answer your Master? I think you need to be
punished for that." Without warning, Obi-Wan raised himself on
his knees, grabbed Qui-Gon's hair with one hand and yanked
back.
Qui-Gon shouted in startlement, but quickly gathered his knees
under him and rose up on them until he was leaning back against
Obi-Wan's chest, his wrists bound, neck exposed, and face
flushed.
"That's better. Much better indeed," Obi-Wan breathed into
Qui-Gon's ear. Obi-Wan let dark desire wash over him as he
drank in the beautiful form of his Master. Wearing only thin
leggings, Qui-Gon's hair was disheveled from its treatment. His
eyes were bright, and his breathing just slightly elevated.
Obi-Wan thrust his hips forward, pushing into Qui-Gon and
almost unbalancing him. He ground his rapidly firming erection
into Qui-Gon's ass.
"The sight of you like this makes me hard, and I'm just getting
started. You will obey my commands. You will speak only
when questioned. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good. Now put those hands to use and undo my belt and
leggings."
With Obi-Wan still rubbing against his ass, Qui-Gon's bound
hands struggled to undo the buckles on his belt and pants by
touch. When he was done, Obi-Wan abruptly moved away from him
and sat on the edge of the bed. "Get on the floor. Face me on
your knees."
Qui-Gon complied, crawling clumsily on his knees to the edge of
the bed then quickly kneeling on the floor in front of Obi-Wan.
"Look at me."
Qui-Gon moved his gaze from Obi-Wan's feet upwards, his eyes
taking in the lean lines of Obi-Wan's body and glimpses of
tanned flesh where Obi-Wan's tunic and waistband had fallen
open. Very slowly, Obi-Wan removed his tunic, eyeing Qui-Gon
with a stern, almost cold expression and Qui-Gon's breath
quickened at the increase of exposed flesh. When Obi-Wan got to
his leggings, he left them on, merely removing his hardened
cock from its confines. Then he stood, clad only in leggings
and brown, knee-high boots, his bobbing erection touching
Qui-Gon's upturned face.
"Do you want something?"
"Y...yes, Master. Please"
"I like the way you beg, but you may only do so when I allow
you. You may lick me. Slowly."
Qui-Gon complied, closing his eyes and extending his tongue. It
was awkward without the use of his hands. He began at the base
of Obi-Wan's upward jutting cock and licked forward, only to
have the firm penis roll off his tongue. He kept at it, licking
thoroughly andlapping at the fluid gathered on the reddened
tip.
"Suck me."
Qui-Gon looked up into Obi-Wan's flushed but composed face and
felt his own cock throb at the words.
"Yes, Master," he managed to say brokenly, and bent his head to
the task.
As his mouth moved over Obi-Wan's flesh, he felt hands wrap in
his hair and pull his head forward sharply. His eyes teared as
he tried to adjust and not gag on the hot, silky intrusion. He
closed them and stopped moving on his own, letting Obi-Wan
control the pace and the depth, completely giving himself over
and letting the strong musk fill his senses.
"Yes, your mouth is so good and hot. You do that so well. I
really should reward you." Suddenly Obi-Wan thrust in all the
way, burying his cock down Qui-Gon's throat. Qui-Gon struggled
not to move.
"You want me to come this way, don't you? I don't think I will,
though. You won't get away that easily. I have much, much more
in store for you."
With those words, Obi-Wan slowly pulled his cock from Qui-Gon's
mouth and pushed the kneeling man back. Qui-Gon didn't
struggle, and when he could no longer keep his balance on his
knees, he tumbled onto his back, awkwardly, his hands still
bound behind his back and his flexed knees splayed. He'd never
felt so humiliated and vulnerable. Or so aroused.
Obi-Wan stepped over and past him, and Qui-Gon eyes dared to
follow as he moved to retrieve Qui-Gon's own leather belt. Time
slowed for Qui-Gon as Obi-Wan nonchalantly removed various
attachments and clips until he was holding only a long, smooth,
black strap.
Stepping back to where Qui-Gon lay he held the metal buckle in
his hand and let the leather end dangle, teasing and stroking
the creases in Qui-Gon's legs where they met his groin, and the
soft area behind his balls. Qui-Gon let his head fall back. His
breath came quicker and shallower, and his cock twitched.
"Get up."
Qui-Gon awkwardly climbed to his feet, and was pushed face down
on the bed. Obi-Wan untied Qui-Gon's hands and quickly moved to
cross them in front and retie them tightly to the bedpost,
exposing his entire back. Obi-Wan moved to the end of the bed,
leaned over his Master and grabbed his leggings, ripping them
down and off. He gripped Qui-Gon's ankles and jerked hard,
pulling his arms straight and stretching them painfully.
Walking back to the top of the bed, Obi-Wan accessed him with a
predator's gaze. He then covered Qui-Gon's eyes, using his own
sash as a blindfold.
Qui-Gon thought that Obi-Wan then left the room for a brief
time, and tried to control his own breathing so that he could
listen. His head rested uncomfortably on his upper arms, the
joints of which were beginning to burn from being stretched.
Reaching out with his senses, he knew that Obi-Wan was standing
by the bed again.
Qui-Gon waited what seemed a dark eternity until he heard a
zinging sound, and a loud 'whack.' A second later Qui-Gon
gasped out loud as he felt heat, then pain from the strike to
his upper back.
Obi-Wan moved to his side, fingers softly examining the rising
welt.
"If you cry out again, I'll stop."
It was both a warning and an empowerment. Qui-Gon flexed his
arms, to try and pull his head and upper body up, only to feel
hands roughly push him back down.
Obi-Wan lazily dangled the tip of the belt over Qui-Gon's
shoulders, his back, and down his ass cleft. There was a pause
and then two more blows were meted out in quick succession, one
on either side of the original. Qui-Gon clamped his mouth shut,
even as he ground his raging erection into the soft bed cover.
He needed this so badly. More blows then, on the middle of his
back this time, and tears leaked out from his tightly shut eyes
and soaked his blindfold. He breathed through his nose, drawing
in quick, needy breaths, but didn't make a sound.
Fingers trailed a lazy pattern over his buttocks, followed by
quick, light blows to each one. Qui-Gon bit his tongue to keep
from crying out in surprise.
"I think I've been too easy on you. I think you are enjoying
this too much. I'm going to whip your ass until it is red,
Qui-Gon."
"Yes, Master. Oh, please, Master"
Obi-Wan's body suddenly descended on his stinging back, his
full weight pushing Qui-Gon down into the bed. His padawan's
voice hissed into his ear. "Did I give you permission to beg?"
"No, Master." Sweat from Obi-Wan's naked torso stung the welts
there and turned Qui-Gon's back into an agony of pain.
Obi-Wan's sweat, Qui-Gon suddenly realized. Obi-Wan was
sweating, even though his voice was even and steady. The mental
image of Obi-Wan standing beside the bed, booted legs slightly
splayed for balance, erect cock jutting from unfastened
leggings, skin shining from his sweet sweat as he beat him...
Qui-Gon groaned from the thought more than the sting on his
back.
Suddenly the weight was gone and more blows were raining down
upon his ass. First one cheek, then the other and finally at
the top of his cleft. Qui-Gon did shout out then, and the
beating shopped immediately.
///No, no, I didn't mean to make a sound/// he mentally
pleaded, but dared not say anything aloud. He felt the bed dip
as Obi-Wan settled beside him.
Obi-Wan began to lathe each rising welt with his tongue.
Qui-Gon gasped aloud but managed to keep himself from moaning
in pleasure. In turn, each place where he'd received a blow was
kissed and licked, until Qui-Gon could barely control his own
squirming body. Finally, there was only the blow to his cleft
left. His legs were abruptly spread, and Obi-Wan moved to kneel
between them. Rough hands squeezed both asscheeks, and then
slowly parted them. Hot breath followed by a cool tongue teased
the wound there, and moved lower, lightly licking his opening.
"Oh, yes. Yes, please....Master!"
Qui-Gon realized his error too late, and cried out as the
tongue was withdrawn. He felt pressure and pain as Obi-Wan
again draped his body over him, and then that hot breath hissed
once more in his ear.
"It seems I'll have to take stronger measures. On your knees."
As he flexed his arms to comply, Obi-Wan hands roughly held
them in place. "Leave them!" he hissed.
Qui-Gon did as he was told, turning his head sideways, his
shoulders taking most of his weight as he bent his knees, ass
raised high. Obi-Wan spread his knees apart, further and
further until Qui-Gon could feel the burning of stretched groin
muscles. At last Obi-Wan seemed satisfied.
There was no sound in the room as Qui-Gon waited, blinded and
exposed, for Obi-Wan's next move. Obi-Wan then stroked his face
and lips softly, so softly, with two fingers.
"Lick them, unless you want me to shove them into you dry."
Qui-Gon opened his mouth and sucked the fingers in greedily,
using his tongue to swirl over the tips. Abruptly they were
pulled back. Spread as wide as his knees were, his hole was
exposed and suddenly, without preamble, his opening was
breached. Obi-Wan didn't stop until both fingers were buried to
the hilt. Qui-Gon hissed, but didn't cry out. Obi-Wan stopped
then, and Qui-Gon felt his sphincter muscles spasm, trying to
accommodate the digits.
Obi-Wan spoke in a voice no longer harsh, but sultry. "Open up
to me, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan's other hand reached around his hips
and fingers oh-so-softly began to trace the great vein of
Qui-Gon's cock.
After a moment, the spasms ceased, and Obi-Wan began to scissor
his fingers, curving them inside until they stroked that
special, hidden place.
"Can you take more, Qui-Gon? Can you take me? I'm going to
pound into you -- I'm going to fuck you hard."
"Yes, yes, oh, please, yes..," Qui-Gon groaned, Obi-Wan's
earlier admonishments forgotten in his need. "Please, oh,
please."
Obi-Wan removed his fingers and Qui-Gon felt a hot, oil-slicked
cock push up to his hole. The hand teasing his erection pulled
away, and then both of Obi-Wan's hands gripped his hips,
pulling them back, pushing Obi-Wan's member past the
still-tight ring of muscles.
Oh, it hurt.
Even with the oil, even with the preparation, it hurt so badly,
and this was the ultimate pain, the culmination of all of
Obi-Wan's ministrations. Qui-Gon's back shook as he struggled
to stay still and not pull away from that impossible intrusion.
He gasped and cried now, earlier promises of silence forgotten.
He tasted the salt of his own tears asthey bled past the sash
and down onto his lips and still he wanted -- he needed
-- more.
"Please, Master...PLEASE!"
Obi-Wan buried himself completely in one sure stroke, and
Qui-Gon raised his shoulders up with his bound hands, then,
shouting. Obi-Wan pulled out and pushed in savagely between the
wide-spread knees again and again, wrapping one forearm around
Qui-Gon's waist to keep his hips prone. The other hand pumped
Qui-Gon's cock, gripping it hard, cruelly, fingernails scraping
along the velvet surface.
"Come for me, Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan commanded, "Come for me now!"
With an animalistic growl, Qui-Gon came, his semen spurting
onto the bed cover. Obi-Wan's grip on his waist tightened and
three punishing thrusts later he came with a shout, his head
collapsing on Qui-Gon's bowed back.
Obi-Wan was suddenly struck by the silence in the room as their
breathing returned to normal. He gently pulled out of Qui-Gon
and literally lifted him out of his prone position to lay him
on his side. He untied Qui-Gon's wrists, removed the blindfold,
and began gently cleaning Qui-Gon's genitals with a soft, damp
cloth he'd brought earlier. He winced when he drew the cloth
between his Master's cheeks and it came away with a small red
stain as well as semen. He couldn't look at Qui-Gon's face.
"Master, I'm going to apply some ointment to your back," he
said softly.
Qui-Gon reached out and caught his wrist. "Thank, you."
"For what, Master? I hurt you."
Qui-Gon drew him by his wrist slowly back down onto the bed and
took his face in his hands. Obi-Wan kissed at the hands that
touched him, sighed, and finally lifted his eyes to his
Master's. Qui-Gon's face was stained with dry tears, but his
eyes were very blue and looked peaceful.
"I'll be fine. I know we've never had an experience like that,
and I want to be sure you are all right."
Obi-Wan looked somewhat abashed. "I somehow knew what you
wanted, and what to do. I just don't understand how I knew --
or why it helped you."
Qui-Gon pulled his hands back and propped up his head. "We're
close, Obi-Wan, and growing closer all the time. I think we've
developed a kind of emotive bond -- I've seen it before in
other Force sensitives."
"You mean we can read each other's emotions?"
"In a way. You knew what to do for me even though you didn't
understand the source of my distress."
"And what is that source, Qui-Gon? The mission went well..."
"Not to me." Softly. "They all looked to us to solve their
problems, but their problems couldn't be solved without
sacrificing innocent beings. The trust both the Magistrates and
the Clasaac leaders had in us -- in me -- was implicit
and total. That's not normally the reaction we get in tense
political negotiations."
Obi-Wan nodded, recalling situations where they were treated
with open hostility, even on Republic worlds.
"I did my best, and it wasn't good enough. It won't be long
before the volcanoes erupt and Republic engineers act to divert
the lava flows away from the Capital, toward Tribal lands. The
Clasaac Tribes will have to implement their part of the
agreement with the Magistrates and leave their lands.
"But the fourth Clasaac Tribe will never acknowledge the
agreement; they will never move from the High Plains. When the
planet's geothermal structure is changed and the volcanoes
whose slopes they live and farm erupt, they will stay where
they are and they will die."
"What? But Master, all five of the Tribes agreed to relocate
before the eruptions! Diverting the eruptions onto their lands
will save Thessel's mining industry..."
"An industry of prime importance to the Trade Federation and
the Senate which is why we were sent..."
"...AND will save the most populous city on the planet, Master.
In exchange for sacrificing their homes and farmland, the
Clasaac Tribes will receive a percentage of the Trilium mine's
profits in perpetuity and equivalent amounts of land to the
south. Isn't that compensation enough for them?"
Obi-Wan felt a growing panic when his Master said nothing.
Finally, Qui-Gon spoke. "The fourth Tribe will never leave the
area, Obi-Wan. They consider the land they farm to be sacred."
"But...they signed the agreement. How do you know?"
"The Tribes voted privately as one, and their Great Leader
signed for them all. After the signing ceremony, I asked the
fourth Tribe's leader where she planned to move. She merely
smiled at me, but at that moment I knew she would not
leave. She may be Force sensitive; I am not sure. I do know she
has no intention of moving, and her people will not disobey
her..."
Qui-Gon's head sagged and he swallowed hard.
"What did you do, Master?"
"I informed the Magistrates and the Great Leader. The
Magistrates were shocked, and I don't think they believed me.
Even if they did, they would never adjust the agreement.
Remember, we were brought in because the Magistrates were
willing to divert the flow without any negotiation at all.
The Great Leader knew, but he will do nothing." Softly, "And I
did nothing."
Obi-Wan sat, his face knit in frustration and thought.
"Master, there was nothing you could do. They are all
aware of what is to happen - surely it is their choice? You
know the Code does not allow us to interfere if that is truly
their choice."
"They will not allow their children to leave either, Obi-Wan,
and so they will also die."
Qui-Gon saw the memory again in his mind's eye:
///The small girl accompanied her mother to all meetings,
sitting at a table almost too high for her to see over, trying
not to fidget. Every morning when he and Obi-Wan arrived in the
large chamber selected for negotiations, she would slip from
her seat and present them both with a single Mocaar flower. One
day, during a break in the proceedings, Qui-Gon approached her
and carefully bowed -- she was the fourth Clasaac leader's heir
-- and then knelt down to her level.
"These flowers are lovely, young lady. Tell me, why do you
honor my apprentice and me with them each day?"
The girl smiled and blushed, but after a glance from her
stern-countenanced mother she quickly regained her composure.
"You are honored guests to our sacred homeland. We show our
respect by giving of the bounty of these lands," the girl
responded by rote.
"Well, I thank you then. The flowers are almost as pretty as
the giver." Qui-Gon replied, and winked at her too-serious
face. This elicited a smile and a soft giggle, quickly quelled.
Qui-Gon stood, bowed and walked away.///
Obi-Wan's voice interrupted him from his reverie.
"And so you needed to punish yourself?"
"I can't really explain it, Obi-Wan, but I do feel better, yes.
Absolved."
Obi-Wan just shook his head and applied the disinfecting
ointment to Qui-Gon's back. He then touched the first of the
now-bruising welts and began centering himself for a Healing.
"No, Obi-Wan. Thank you, but I want them to heal normally."
Obi-Wan obeyed. He lay back down beside Qui-Gon, folded his
hands behind his head and stared intently at the ceiling.
Qui-Gon knew he was troubled, and also knew at least part of
the reason why, but decided to wait him out.
After a moment, "I...didn't hate it -- my role in helping you
with this."
Qui-Gon smiled and reached down to stroke a still-booted leg.
"I could tell."
Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes.
"Obi-Wan, I'm not accusing you. The last thing I want is
distance between us over this. I am very glad to know that what
I asked for brought you satisfaction."
A small smile and Obi-Wan turned on his side to face Qui-Gon.
"I might ask you to do the same for me some day."
"No."
"Master?"
"Obi-Wan, that is something I cannot do while you are still my
Padawan. It would be...too close to a core truth."
"I don't understand, Qui-Gon. We share our love already as
Master and Padawan."
Qui-Gon smiled and reached out to touch the earnest face.
"Obi-Wan, your fealty is already mine to command while you are
my Padawan. Until that changes upon your Knighting I couldn't
play the role you did today. Not to satisfy a fantasy. Not even
if you needed it for the reasons I did. Your life is mine to
command, just as the Clasaac leader commands her Tribe. That
knowledge is a heavy enough weight as it is."
"But Master, you've risked yourself many times to protect me."
"Yes, it is my duty to protect and teach you, Obi-Wan. I would
risk my life to save yours, but it doesn't change the fact that
both our lives may someday be required if the Force demands.
Mine is my own to give, but yours...No, I couldn't reciprocate.
I'm sorry."
Obi-Wan didn't answer. He knew Qui-Gon carried the
responsibility and burden of his Padawan always. Oh, Obi-Wan
knew he was loved. But he had never before stopped to consider
that Qui-Gon watched and worried over him every minute of every
day, and had done so since he first became an Apprentice.
He stood and removed his boots and leggings, and held out his
hand to Qui-Gon, positioning him to sit on the edge of the bed
while he pulling down the soft sheets. Settling carefully
behind his Master, Obi-Wan tied Qui-Gon's long hair in a loose
braid and draped it over his shoulder. He turned down the
lights with a Force-touch and lay down on his back, pulling
Qui-Gon down and into an embrace to keep his abused back off
the bedsheets.
Qui-Gon pulled the soft cover over them both up to his hips and
sighed into Obi-Wan's shoulder. Reaching out over their
emerging bond, Obi-Wan could tell that Qui-Gon was still
troubled, but the almost crippling guilt he had sensed earlier
was gone.
"Master, let us keep your fantasy for the rest of this night.
Let me watch over you now."
Qui-Gon sighed again, and moved even closer into Obi-Wan's
embrace. The last remaining tension drained out of his body and
aura and Obi-Wan could feel him slide towards a peaceful sleep,
his first real sleep in days. "Love you," Qui-Gon murmured, and
surrendered control again to his Padawan.
Obi-Wan remained awake as Qui-Gon's breathing deepened and
evened out, very lightly stroking his Master's hair.
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