Master Apprentice Archive Photographs & Memories: The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 1999-12-12 Quick search:

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Rating: R (for this one)

Spoilers: None

Summary: A series of "photographs" and "memories" that relate to Qui-Gon. Each segment is a stand-alone piece, and they are in no certain order.

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

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Author's Notes: These were inspired by the wonderful series "Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, This Is Your Life" done by Pumpkin. It is with her permission that I attempt a similar series about Qui-Gon's life. Pumpkin, thank you so much for allowing me to play in your sandbox.

As the First High Princess I am used to getting what I want. Anything I want. And what I want right now is sitting quietly at the other end of the table, listening to the negotiations.

I was surprised at first when I was told that the Republic was sending two Jedi to mediate these negotiations. It's a simple matter, really. The First High Prince, my brother, is soon to wed Loraan, the daughter of the Most High Priest from the temple. Though such a joining has never occurred between a member of the ruling party and a Priestess of the temple, it is one that is welcomed by both sides. Long have we sought a way to fully unite our people, and this merging should bring down the last of the barriers.

There are only a few minor differences left to be ironed out, and this meeting is more for show than anything else. Once the formalities have ended the wedding celebration will begin. And what a celebration it will be.

I am having a difficult time concentrating on the talks around me. All I really want to do is stare at the two Jedi. I wonder if either of them knows how sexy they are. They certainly don't act as if they do, sitting there so calm and serene, listening intently as the delegates drone on and on.

Though the younger one, the apprentice, is closer to my age and definitely cute, it is the older one that I find myself drawn to. Qui-Gon Jinn, if I remembered the introductions correctly. I had never seen any one so large move with such grace. When he spoke, his voice was deep and soft and I found myself leaning forward to hear him and to watch his full lips move under his mustache. And then his eyes moved to mine and I found myself peering into eyes the colors of dark sapphires. Even the heavy cloak he wore could not hide the long, lean body and I could feel my pulse quicken as I raked my eyes over him.

When I allowed my eyes to move back to his face I was startled to see one eyebrow slightly cocked as he returned my gaze evenly. Then the formal introductions were over and he and his companion were being led to the other end of the table and the negotiations began.

I continued to stare at him throughout the afternoon and was pleased to find him returning my stare more than once. Oh, but I wanted this man. And I always get what I want.

The negotiations finally ended and with one final smoldering look I left the chamber to return to my rooms in order to prepare for the wedding celebration. My handmaidens were waiting for me and as I entered my rooms and I allowed myself to relax into their skillful ministrations. They took my hair and brushed until it shone, then piled it into an elegant but artfully seductive style. They circled my eyes with kohl to make them seem larger, daubed my cheeks with the smallest amount of pale pink color to give me an innocent flush, and painted my lips dark red to inspire passion.

The gown I had elected to wear was sheer perfection. The color, a light teal, was chosen to set off my blue-green eyes. The soft, satiny material caressed my body as I moved.

I feel incredibly beautiful tonight.

The celebration is in full swing when I gracefully enter the ballroom. The musicians are playing beautifully and the floor is filled with dancing couples. I stand at the entrance for a moment, looking around, but he is easy to spot. He is standing with his apprentice amidst a handful of delegates from the negotiations, no doubt offering congratulations on the successful merger.

I begin making my way towards him and then catch my breath as he moves away from the group to take a glass of wine from one of the many servers. He has dressed for the occasion in solid white tunic and leggings, and a wide black belt encircles his narrow waist. Long, muscular thighs bulge atop black, knee-length boots. I thoroughly enjoy watching the way the tunic shows off his broad shoulders and thick, powerful arms.

I continue towards him, wanting to feel those long arms around me, those large powerful hands holding me to him. I want to be pressed against that hard body. I will have what I desire this night. I always get what I want.

As if sensing my gaze, he turns his head slightly and our eyes lock. He removes himself from the group and begins moving towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. We meet in the center of the room.

"Your Highness," he says as he bows low.

I am once again struck by the grace with which he moves.

"Jedi Jinn," I purr.

He smiles then, and I have to restrain myself from reaching up to touch his full, sensuous lips. "Please, call me Qui-Gon."

Unable to help myself, I return his smile. "Only if you will call me DiNay." I take a step closer, fully invading his personal space, and look up into his incredible blue eyes. "Would you honor me with this dance?" I ask him boldly.

He arches his eyebrow slightly and then deepens his smile. "It would please me to honor you in such a way," he says, stepping even closer to me.

He holds me close as we dance, and I take every opportunity to rub against him, making my desire known. I will not play games with this man. I want him and I want him to know I want him.

I allow my face to rest against his broad chest and breathe deeply. He smells clean and earthy, so refreshingly different from the powdered, perfumed men I have always known.

I run one hand lightly up his arm, testing the firmness of his muscles, enjoying the sensation of the rough cloth against my palm.

The music is slow and sensual and I allow my body to move with it, my hips swaying from side to side against his. I can feel him beginning to grow aroused each time I undulate against him and am pleased with the results.

I move my head then, to look up at him, and feel as if I am drowning in his eyes. Without another thought I stretch up to capture those lips in mine, my hand moving up his arm, across his shoulders and around to the back of his neck, pulling him down. I softly touch his lips with mine, merely a whisper of a caress, and then, finding no resistance, I deepen the kiss.

I can feel his pulse quicken when I barely touch his lips with my tongue, seeking entrance. A soft sigh escapes him then, and I feel his lips part. I slip my tongue inside his mouth, over his teeth and am met by his tongue, joining mine and they swirl around each other.

We continue to dance, and I feel him moving us away from the crowded dance floor, heading towards one of the dark recess of the large ballroom. He tightens his arms around me and brings one hand up to clasp the back of my head in his large hand, holding me still so that he can take control of the kiss. I arch my pelvis against him and feel his answering erection as he holds me even closer.

I can feel the heat emanating from him even through the layers of clothing, and I stretch upwards just a bit so that my pubis rubs against his engorged flesh. I groan into the mouth that holds mine hostage and he thrusts against me, slowly, torturing me.

I realize we are no longer dancing and can feel a wall behind me. He presses against me, slowly thrusting his hips between my legs, his hard cock rubbing my clit with each push. His hand leaves my neck and moves to cup one of my breasts, his thumb finding the nipple and it quickly hardens beneath his touch.

I pull away from his demanding lips and hear a feral growl. I look up into his dark blue eyes, dilated with desire and can feel my wetness oozing out of me in response.

"Come with me," I gasped, reaching for his hand. Without a sound he moves to follow and we walk quickly back to my rooms. As soon as we enter, I am on him, wrapping my arms around his neck, dragging his head down so that I can devour his lips, and pushing myself against his long, hard body.

But something has changed. He is not responding to my kiss, his arms hanging limply at his sides, and I can no longer feel his hardness when I press against him.

I stop, looking up at him questioningly, and I see more pain in his eyes than any person should have to bear.

"Qui-Gon?" I begin, hesitantly, already knowing I don't want to hear this.

"Your Highness, I am so sorry," he sighs. "I cannot do this."

"But I thought ... I thought you wanted this." I am confused and hurt.

"I did. I do. You are so lovely. So beautiful. But it is wrong, and all I can do is ask your forgiveness." His sadness is almost palpable and it tears at my heart.

"Why is this wrong?" I ask quietly. "I am an adult and I am willing."

"It is not you," he sighs again.

"Then what?" I am beginning to get angry now.

"I am so sorry," he repeats. "I know I owe you an explanation."

"You don't owe me anything!" I snarl, pulling myself away from him. "You may leave now."

"No, I will not go." He is moving forward, almost stalking me. "There are things I must say to you." And then softly, "Please."

He is trembling and I can see wetness in his eyes.

"Please," he says again, reaching to take my hand.

"I am listening," I answer coldly, wrapping my arms around myself.

He drops his hand and just looks at me for a moment, his anguish filling the room. "I am deeply in love with another," he begins. "A love that cannot be expressed or returned. I battle my heart day and night to push away my feelings, but I fear it is a battle I cannot win."

He looks so lost, and I feel my anger slipping away. It is my turn to reach for him and he allows his hand to be taken in my own.

He raises his eyes to mine and I can see what this admission is costing him. "All day I could feel you looking at me, your desire so plainly written in your gaze. And then tonight, you stood there in the middle of the dance floor, so incredibly beautiful, watching me. Wanting me. I wanted to lose myself in your arms, abandon myself to your passion. I wanted to give you what you wanted and in doing so, believed I could forget, if only for a short time, the pain that lives in my heart."

"That can still happen," I whisper, running my fingers softly across his broad, callused palm. "I don't want any commitments from you. I don't care about where your heart is. I want you, just for tonight, for our mutual pleasure."

"No, little one," he pulls his hand from mine. "I cannot use you in that fashion."

"But I want -" He brings his fingers to my lips, hushing me.

"No. This is something I cannot do. I have never lain casually with a woman and I will not start now. Please forgive me, Highness." He bows and then turns and strides purposefully from my room.

After a few moments I return to the celebration and I see him immediately. He is standing next to his apprentice, talking softly to him. The younger man says something and Qui-Gon smiles and nods in agreement. They turn to leave and I watch as he touches his apprentice gently on his shoulder, seemingly to guide him. There is so much tenderness and yearning in that touch that seeing it nearly breaks my heart. And then I know. He is in love with the younger man.

Just as they reach the door, he turns his head slightly and looks directly at me. With a sad smile he nods once and then is gone.

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