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Just outside our hut, the swell of the waves against the beach sets a peaceful rhythm. The sound grows louder as the water rushes towards the shore, and then drops off as it accomplishes its goal and spills back into the ocean.

I listen to it as I lie in bed, waiting for the day to begin. A fresh ocean breeze drifts in past the open window, and through it I watch the stars begin to fade against the backdrop of early dawn.

Next to me is the steady, quiet breathing of my lover. He is deep in the arms of sleep, lulled by the gentle harmony of this world. A pleasant change from most of our missions.

I turn to look at him, careful not to wake him and curious to observe him at rest. Awake, he maintains his self-control even when he is most serene. Here, however, he is fully relaxed and unguarded, as vulnerable as any man.

I run a finger over a strand of his long hair, exploring its fine texture as it lays against the hard, powerful shoulder beneath it. I lean in close to smell it, and I am lost. Suddenly I want to hear his cries break the silence and greet the morning.

I lower my mouth to his lightly tanned flesh and lap at one exposed nipple, tasting the salty residue of our swim last night. The coarse hairs around it tickle my tongue, and I take the hardened nub into my mouth, laving it firmly.

A quick gasp tells me that Qui-Gon is awakening. I leave his nipple and let my lips and tongue trail down to his navel, nipping lightly at his stomach muscles.

Then a slow release of breath combined with a low rumbling groan of contentment is the only warning I have before two warm, sleepy arms wrap around me. I continue my trek downward, pushing the thin sheet lower as I go.

I rub my cheek against the thick mass of black curls at his groin, letting my nose brush up against his warm, soft penis. It responds with a little jump and I give it a light kiss before moving on.

He spreads his legs for me, murmuring his appreciation and encouragement, his voice still relaxed but no longer drowsy. I nibble and suck my way down the inside of his thighs, feeling the heat of his flesh against my tongue, smiling to myself as the large muscles flutter and tense. His hands caress my back and shoulders, skimming mindlessly across my skin, trying to draw
me closer. When I reach the tender backs of his knees he gives an impatient jerk, and I change directions.

His balls are the saltiest part of his body so far. I roll my tongue over them and tug first one, then the other into my mouth. Qui-Gon hisses and groans as I suck on the last one sharply, and his hands clamp down on the back of my skull. I let it go with a "pop," and his hips jerk off the bed with a loud grunt.

I lick my way along the underside of his shaft, feeling it thicken and harden as I inch upwards, teasing the tip with light staccato strokes. Finally, I take him into my mouth and swallow.

"Yes, yes, yes..." he chants hoarsely, his strained voice barely above a whisper. I work my tongue and throat muscles around him as he thrusts into my mouth, his fingers threaded tightly through the longer hair at the back of my head.

His escalating cries linger in the space around us, radiating outward like the heat of the rising sun outside, and then settling back over us like an old, familiar song.

I give his balls a quick squeeze and brush his entrance with the back of my finger. I work it inside as I continue to suck, and he comes for me. His strangled moan is music to my ears.

With one last thrust, he pours himself into me. His thunderous shout shatters the stillness and disturbs a flock of birds who have gathered near the water, and they take to the air as one, the first rays of the sun turning their light feathers pink.

By the time the whispered retreat of their wings has ended, all is quiet again. The only sound is my lover's heavy breathing, accompanied by the melodic rolling of the waves outside.

Sunlight peeks through our window as I slide up his body and into his arms. All is peaceful again.