Summary: Mace Windu's jealous musings on Qui-Gon's and
Obi-Wan's new relationship.
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** this denotes personal thoughts **
I knew the moment you had first taken him. Though you and I
haven't been lovers in over a decade the remnant of our bond
occasionally allows me access to your thoughts, feelings, mood.
Three nights ago that thread of a bond sprang to life suddenly
when in your climax your entire being radiated with the joy and
love you were sharing with him.
The two of you stand in the corner, away from the others
gathered for this political banquet. Members of the Senate are
in attendance, the Jedi Council, and several pairs of the most
promising Master and Padawan teams... including you. But you
are oblivious to everyone in the room except him. That boy...
well, no longer a boy, he's eighteen I believe.
I remember him at thirteen being introduced as your new
apprentice. He was beautiful then, but nothing like he is now.
Coming into adulthood with furious speed and elegance. He is
breathtaking. And beside you, he is even more so.
I watch you in the corner. You think you are out-of-view from
the others, but I maneuver my position slightly while speaking
with one of the senators. I can watch you now. Obi-Wan's back
is to the wall, you face him, cornering him with your mass, but
he is not threatened, merely delighted by your need of him.
I can read lips, and I see your Padawan speaking a soft
seduction to you. "I need you, Master." He says. "How much
longer do we have to stay?"
I can't read your spoken response with your back to me, but
your hand reaches up, and one long finger gently runs along the
boy's face from his ear to his chin. I imagine you are telling
him to be patient, that you will be together again soon, and
that you don't enjoy this anymore than he does.
His ache and his love are evident in his eyes. You are trapped
by those gray-green eyes. What it must feel like to be riding
that young man with those eyes looking up at you. Adoring you
in the way only a Padawan can. I shiver at the thought, and
suddenly find myself wanting to know that feeling. Wanting to
share Obi-Wan with you. We had shared each other's bodies once,
so would it be so strange to share another's?
I imagine in his youth he is an energetic and willing lover. He
allows you anything, doesn't he? Eager to satiate your every
whim and desire. Eager to obey his master. And yet, knowing you
Qui-Gon, you are overly controlled. But if anyone can break
that control I'm sure it's this young man.
Finally you step away from him. Called to speak with the
Chancellor. You look back over your shoulder at him as you walk
away. Does even this small separation ache in your training
bond? It must, by your lingering eyes and his sad gaze. But I
have a solution. I will comfort Obi-Wan in your absence.
I hastily excuse myself from the senator's drone, and take a
small silver platter from the banquet table. It is covered with
chocolate confections which I suspect your young man would
enjoy.
"Master Windu." He says to me with a respectful bow.
"Padawan Kenobi. Would you care for some Telosian chocolate?" I
ask him and offer the platter up to his nose.
His eyes scan the assortment of dark and light chocolates, and
for a moment I believe he will take one, but he doesn't. He
turns his face up to me again. "My Master says sweets make me
jumpy."
** And that's a bad thing?** I think to myself.
"He forbids you to eat chocolate?" I ask him, in a most
sympathetic tone.
I can see now he is confused by my attention to him, but I'm
enjoying his proximity far too much to withdraw.
"No. Master Jinn forbids nothing." He tells me.
** I'll bet.**
"But... I do love chocolates."
There's a small smile on his fine lips and I offer the platter
back up to him. The boy's hand raises to the tray, hovers
undecidedly over several treats, and then finally selects one.
And a good choice it is. A dark chocolate truffle.
I watch him with sincere pleasure as he bites it in half, lets
the sweet morsel dance on his tongue, chews once, twice, three
times, and then swallows. My groin twitches. ** Thank goodness
for these voluminous Jedi robes.**
He pops the other half of the truffle in his mouth, chews it
quickly and then swallows. He doesn't enjoy the second half
near as much as the first, and in fact, looks uneasy. It's then
that I realize we are not alone. I turn to see you standing
before us. Is that a growl I hear coming from you old friend? A
jealous, possessive growl?
"Obi-Wan, I see Master Windu has shown you the dessert tray."
Qui-Gon says in a very masterly tone.
"Yes, Master." The boy lowers his eyes.
Is this the way it is between you? You dominate him Qui-Gon? Or
is this your public facade? I'd be willing to wager that in
private this eighteen year-old dominates you.
"Qui-Gon, please. It's Telosian chocolate." I plead teasingly.
"I know all about Telosian chocolate." Qui-Gon snorts.
So maybe it was unkind of me to tempt your current Padawan with
chocolates from your former Padawan's home planet. Bad memories
and all.
Any in roads I may have made or were about to make with Obi-Wan
are blocked. You insinuate yourself between me and the boy, and
have all but grabbed me by the cowl and tossed me across the
room. What you have with Obi-Wan is too new to be shared.
I'm a patient man. I wish you both a good night and wonder how
I can get my hands on a shipment of Alderaanian fudge.
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