Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2004-01-01 -
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
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Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A series of short snippets, all from Qui-Gon's POV, focusing on his love for Obi-Wan, and their relationship.
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Obi-Wan is one of the most expressive beings I've ever had the pleasure to know. And it certainly has been my greatest pleasure learning the special language of his body. If he never spoke another word, I would still know what he wants, what he feels, what he needs just by looking at him. He's a sensual creature, my Obi-Wan, and I love watching him. Whether he's in motion or at rest, my eyes are constantly drawn to him.
Body language.
We are taught from the crèche how to gauge the emotions of others by the language of their bodies. It is an important skill for all Jedi, and many hours are devoted to the teaching of it. But no classroom ever prepared me for the experience of having Obi-Wan in my life. I've learned much in our time together, and I've become quite an expert in reading him.
Our current mission is to witness the coronation of a new king on a tiny planet in the Outer Rim. Our duties are simple and mindless: four days of listening to one boring speech after another, followed by an evening of dining and dancing. We are charming and witty when necessary, and quiet the rest of the time. We dance with our hosts a great deal and even with each other once or twice. Eventually we are allowed to retire to our suite, an opulent set of rooms far bigger and more luxurious than either of us is comfortable with, though we do make very good use of the large, comfortable bed.
Obi-Wan spends the evenings flirting outrageously with everyone, which only serves to increase my desire for him. I feel no jealousy at the attention he lavishes or receives, for I know where his heart lies.
Body language.
When he exaggerates his already too sexy walk, I know he will be aggressive in bed. He knows what that does to me. He does it on purpose. It doesn't matter where we are, or what we are doing; when he walks away from me like that, he knows I am lost. It takes strength I'm often surprised I have to remain where I am, to keep my mind on whatever it is I am doing. But I am a Jedi Knight, a Master for many years, and somehow I always manage the appearance of stoicism and reserve.
I know when he wants me to make soft, slow love to him just by the way stands quietly next to me, almost touching me, but not quite. A quick glance is all I need, and suddenly I am hungry for the taste of him. I long to take him in my arms and smother him with my love until our fervor grows and we are no longer able to contain our passion.
Obi-Wan takes great pleasure in teasing me throughout the long evening. Before the first course of dinner is placed on the table, he begins his game of wonderful torture. A soft look. A wink. A casual touch. As the night progresses, his hints become more obvious, but only to me. By the time we are released from our duties for the day, he's made it clear what he wants from me. And I am more than eager to give him whatever he wants. Whether it's a good, hard fucking or a long night of passion, I am always more than eager to please my Obi-Wan.
Tonight is the grand ball, signaling the end of the four day-long celebration. As we've done on the three previous evenings, Obi-Wan and I attend the gala in our dress-whites. And seeing Obi-Wan in his almost too-tight dress-whites is more than enough reason for me to suffer wearing mine. He is in fine form this evening.
Body language.
Dinner is a magnificent affair of shellfish and steamed vegetables in large bowls of melted butter and honey. Skewers of thick, succulent meat and juicy chunks of fruit follow this. All food meant to be eaten without utensils. I sit across from Obi-Wan, trying not to stare as he licks his fingers each and every time he pops another tasty morsel into his mouth. Forcing myself to refrain from using my finger, or worse, my tongue, to clean the honey butter from his chin as he sucks some of the meat out of the shellfish. He grins at me, and lazily licks his lips, almost as if he knows what I want to do.
Our glasses are filled, time and again with the strong, sweet wine favored by the people of this world. I know through our bond, Obi-Wan is not using the Force to dampen the effects of the alcohol. There is no need for that tonight, for either of us. I relax my shields and allow the warmth of the wine to flow through my blood. I sit back in my comfortable chair, no longer hungry for the mounds of food in front of me. It's going to be a long evening, but I plan to enjoy it as much as possible.
On either side of Obi-Wan sit members of the royal family: the King's young, handsome son on Obi-Wan's right, and an equally young and beautiful niece on his left. For a brief moment I am humbled at the knowledge that Obi-Wan could have either or both of them, or just about anyone else in the room, if he wanted them, yet it is me he will spend the night with. They know this, but it does not stop them from vying for his attention tonight.
Obi-Wan is in his element. Charming and gregarious, he treats each of his suitors as if they were the only one in the room. I love watching him like this. So self-confident and poised, so full of life. He glances over at me, and smiles, and if possible I fall even more in love with him. He is my light and my life and I never cease to wonder at this precious gift the Force has given me.
The tables are cleared and pushed back, signaling the end of the meal. The band begins to play, and the young prince is first to ask Obi-Wan to dance. I move around the room, visiting with various members of the royal family and drink more wine. Obi-Wan dances with many of the young people in attendance. He's truly enjoying himself. As am I. Even when engaged in conversation, I am still peripherally aware of him. It is always that way with us.
The music slows, and I look around to see Obi-Wan walking towards me. Smiling at me. "Dance with me, Master?" he asks softly.
I take him into my arms and we begin to sway to the music. I hold him close, loving the way we fit together. The way we move together.
"I love you," he whispers up to me.
I open my eyes and look down at him, and in his eyes, I see all the love one man could ever want. I am truly Force-blessed to have this man for my life-mate.
All too soon, the song comes to an end, and with a quick kiss he glides away to dance with someone else. A few more hours and I can have him in my arms again. I can wait.
Hand in hand, we walk back to our suite of rooms. Once inside, he turns and wraps his arms around my neck, pulling me down even as he offers his lips to me. An offer I can never refuse. I kiss him, softly at first, feeling our bond fill and swell with our love.
Somehow we find our way to our bed, leaving a trail of clothing behind. I know what he wants, and it comes as no surprise it is what I want as well. "Make love to me, my Obi-Wan."
"With pleasure, my Master."
Our bodies entwined, we speak our own language. A language of love and desire, trust and respect. He is inside me, moving slowly, loving me, giving me all that is his to give. His heart, his soul, his mind, his body, he freely gives to me. This is life. This is all that matters. He stays inside of me long after we are finished, and we hold each other, feeling our hearts beat as one. Before the sun rises we will make love again and again.
And tomorrow is a new day.
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