Master Apprentice  Archive Photographs & Memories:The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 2000-02-04 |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Rating: NC17
Category: Romance and maybe PWP?
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.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
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.
I used to believe I was long past the age of romantic silliness. I used to believe I
was in complete control of my emotions. I used to believe a Jedi Master should, at all
times, be composed, tranquil, patient and levelheaded. I used to believe my life held no
surprises.
I was wrong.
I shudder when I think I almost did not take Obi-Wan as my Padawan. What I would have
missed had I allowed that wonderful bright light to slip through my fingers. Being in love
with him, being loved by him has made me realize how empty my life would have been without
him. Obi-Wan is my life and my light, the other half of my soul. I love him with every
fiber of my being.
He has been gone for nearly three weeks and this is the first time we have spent any
length of time apart since he became my Padawan ten years ago today. Our quarters are too
quiet, my bed is too large and I have had too much empty time on my hands. I have missed
him far more than I thought possible.
He is coming home tonight. I can feel him getting closer through our bond, though it will
be hours before he is back on Coruscant. I wonder if he remembers what today is. It's not
as if we've celebrated it before, or even talked about it. Perhaps had I not spent the
last three weeks feeling sorry for myself I wouldn't have thought of it either.
I am going to surprise him when he gets home. How many times has he gently chided me for
not allowing myself to let go and be more romantic? It seems to come so easy for him. He
never hesitates to let me know he loves me, not only with words but in deeds as well. I
often wonder what I did to deserve such love.
I spend the afternoon in preparation for the welcome I plan on giving Obi-Wan. I want to
shower him with romance and passion, to let him know he is the world to me. His favorite
soft music is ready to play at the push of a button. I've prepared his favorite dinner and
a bottle of Garlean wine is chilling in the cooler. We will eat by candlelight, as I know
this is something he has enjoyed in the past.
He often tells me how much he likes the earthy scented soap I use so I made sure to use
plenty of it during my bath. He likes my hair down and so it will be. I am dressed in the
dark blue pullover tunic he bought me because I know it will please him to see me wear it.
He likes to dance, and so tonight, we will. I've scattered scented candles throughout our
quarters and have placed quite a few in our bedroom. Tonight we will make love by
candlelight.
I feel his nearness through our bond. It will not be much longer now. I look around,
making sure everything is in place. I find that I am nervous, as this is not a role I've
ever played before, and yet I am excited at the prospect of romanticizing Obi-Wan.
With a flick of the force I light the candles and dim the lights. As he draws abreast of
our door, I move to meet it, turning on the music as I pass. The door hisses open and I
find I can do nothing more than stare at him. He stands in the doorway looking at me, a
small smile playing about his lips.
"Master," he breathes, moving towards me. He drops his bag as I pull him into my
arms, holding him tightly. After a moment I move to cup his head in my hands and I pull
away from him just a bit so that I can look at his face. I rub my thumb across his bottom
lip and he sighs as he leans into my touch.
"I missed you, Obi-Wan," I murmur quietly as I stare into his incredible
gray-green eyes. I slowly lean down and barely touch his lips with my own, just the merest
whisper of a kiss. His lips part and his tongue darts out to taste my mouth as he moves
closer. I reach out with my own tongue, scarcely touching his before I press my lips
against his. The kiss is soft and sweet yet filled with longing and need.
After a few moments I release his mouth and he snuggles against my chest. We stand that
way for a long time, just holding each other. It feels so good to have him in my arms.
"Mmm, you smell so good," Obi-Wan murmurs against my throat as he inhales
deeply.
"And you feel good, Obi-Wan," I say as I nuzzle his head with my lips.
A few minutes more of snuggling and I finally pull away from him. He starts to look around
and I see his eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the candles throughout the common
room.
"What is this?" he grins as he looks back at me. And then his eyes move slowly
down my body. "Look at you," he adds softly when his eyes once again meet mine.
"And the music . . . what are you up to Qui-Gon?"
I can't help but grin at him. "Welcome home, my love. I wanted to surprise you."
"Well you certainly succeeded," Obi-Wan grins back at me.
"I've planned a night of romantic seduction," I continue, drawing him close to
me once again. "After all, isn't that what couples do on their anniversary?"
"Anniversary?" he looks up at me puzzled, while his arms go around my waist.
"It was ten years ago today that you came into my life," I whisper as I kiss the
tender skin beneath his ear. He shudders and pulls me closer, nuzzling the skin at the vee
of my tunic. "This is what happens when you leave me to my own devices for any length
of time," I continue. "I think all sorts of silly, romantic thoughts about the
man who has changed my life forever."
"Qui-Gon," he breathes as he reaches up to touch my face. "I love you, so
much."
I hold him tightly, very aware of his hardness pressed against my leg and my own organ
beginning to swell in response. With a deep breath I once again push him away from me.
"I have a hot bath waiting for you." I begin to push him towards the fresher,
taking off his cloak as we walk.
"Oh, that will be wonderful," Obi-Wan sighs in agreement.
He stops at the doorway to the fresher, amazed at the sight that greets him. The room is
dark except for the multitude of candles that flicker sensuously. The tub is full and the
steam rising from it mixes with the scent of the candles making the room smell both
inviting and erotic.
"This is incredible," he says as he turns to face me. "You are
incredible," he softly amends, reaching up to once again gently stroke my face.
I smile easily as I begin to remove his belt, followed quickly by his sash. He reaches to
help me, but I still his hands in one of my own. "I want to do this, Obi-Wan," I
say as I gently move his tunics off his shoulders.
The look he gives me is so full of love and tenderness that for a moment I am almost lost.
"I love you, Master," he whispers huskily. I can only stare at him, taking the
emotions he is sending through our bond and doubling them with my own before sending them
back to him.
Taking a deep breath, I continue undressing him, going down on one knee to unbuckle and
remove his boots. I hesitate for a moment, my face merely inches away from his groin, and
then reach out swiftly to pull the string at his waist before quickly pulling his leggings
down.
"You are so beautiful," I sigh as I slide my hands up his thighs and on to the
flat plane of his stomach, forcing myself to ignore the enticing phallus that dances
before my face. Finally, standing up, I take his head into my hands and once again feel
myself drowning in his incredible gray-green eyes. I brush my thumb across his bottom lip
and he darts his tongue out to taste the thick pad, making me shudder slightly.
"In the tub with you," I groan hoarsely, pushing him to the edge of the tub.
He gracefully steps over the edge and eases his body down into the steaming, softly
scented water. Looking up at me, he grins slyly. "You are going to join me, aren't
you?"
"There is nothing I would like better, Obi-Wan. But I fear it would bring our evening
to a premature end."
"Mmm," he sighs as he slides lower into the water. "This is perfect."
I lean against the doorjamb watching him enjoy his bath. Force, but I want to be in there
with him. I close my eyes for a moment, seeking and then finding my center. When I am
certain my emotions are once again under control, I open my eyes. "Enjoy yourself,
Padawan," I say, quite pleased with how in control I sound. "Take your time.
There are towels here as well as some clothes for you. I'm going to go see about
dinner."
I remove the food from the warmers and light the candles at the table. The wine is the
perfect temperature, I note before I open it and pour two glasses. The last thing I do is
take the gaily-wrapped box from the kitchen and place it in his chair before I take my own
seat.
I don't have to wait long. I sense a movement at the fresher door and turn to look at the
vision moving towards me. He is dressed in soft, well-worn green leggings and apparently
decided to forgo a tunic in favor of the jade green robe he likes so well. He is barefoot
and glides sensuously to me, the silky robe easily molding to the finely muscled body
underneath. I realize I am holding my breath and release it with one word,
"Obi-Wan!"
"Qui-Gon," he answers as he stops at my knees. He places one hand on the table
and the other on the back of my chair as he leans slowly down, capturing my lips with his
own. My legs part of their own accord and he slides forward, deepening the kiss. My hands
reach up to encircle his waist, pulling him closer. I reach out to taste him with my
tongue and his mouth easily opens, giving me entrance. I run my tongue slowly over his
lips, over his teeth and am met by his tongue as he twirls it around my own. His hands
leave the table and chair and are soon entwined in my hair. Then he is sucking my tongue
deeply into his mouth in slow pulses and I cannot help the moan that escapes me.
After an eternity he finally releases my mouth and both of us are breathing heavily. He
pulls back just enough to look at me. "Have I mentioned how much I love you?" he
asks as he rubs his nose softly against mine.
"Not in the last ten minutes," I smile back at him. "I hope you are
planning on rectifying that in the near future."
"I love you, Qui-Gon," he punctuates each word with a soft kiss.
"Oh, my Obi-Wan," I whisper, not trusting my voice.
He smiles lovingly at me before pushing himself back into a standing position.
"Something smells incredibly good," he says eyeing the table.
"I hope you are hungry." I am glad for the distraction, because I am very close
to ending this night by shoving him against the wall and taking him right now, knowing
that would be just fine with him.
"I am," he smiles ruefully as he moves around the table to his chair. Glancing
down, his smile broadens. "What's this?" he asks, indicating the gift on his
chair.
"I believe it is called a gift, my Padawan," I say dryly, even though I am
unable to hide my smile when he laughs at my joke.
He makes short work of the wrapping paper and soon he is pulling out a tissue wrapped item
from the box. He removes the tissue paper and I watch as the expression on his face
changes from one of anticipation to one of incredible joy. It is wonderful to watch him.
"Master," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes never leaving his treasure. "This
is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it."
"It's a piece of mengali wood," I tell him, thrilled with his reaction. "It
grows exclusively on the planet Falgara. This piece of wood is unique in that it actually
comes from two different trees that grow together. The larger, darker, piece is from the
mendoran tree and the smaller, lighter piece is from the galiopolis tree. Hence the name,
mengali. The mendoran grows for many years before the galiopolis begins to grow. No one
knows why, but many mendoran trees are never paired with a galiopolis. At some point the
galiopolis begins to grow from the roots of the mendoran. As it grows it begins to twine
itself around and through the mendoran."
"It almost looks like us," he grins happily at me. "There I am, wrapped
around your much larger form, drawing strength from you."
"As I draw life from you," I say smiling softly at him. "For in truth, the
mendoran only blooms after a galiopolis has merged with it."
He reaches across the table with one hand and I meet him halfway with mine. Our fingers
entwine, our thumbs caressing each other, our eyes holding each other's gaze.
"Thank-you, Qui-Gon." His voice is full of emotion and I feel as if I am falling
in love with him all over again.
"You are so welcome, my love," I answer, not surprised to hear the catch in my
own voice.
We continue to hold hands throughout the meal and even afterwards as we linger over the
wine. I urge Obi-Wan to tell me all about his mission, enjoying the sound of his voice
washing through me. He is an animated storyteller and I cannot help but get caught up in
his enthusiasm. I love to hear him laugh and he does often as he recounts some of the more
humorous events of his assignment. We are content and relaxed, enjoying each other
completely.
He pauses in his narrative as a particularly haunting piece of music begins to play.
"I love this song," he sighs as he closes his eyes. With a touch of the Force I
turn up the volume and then, without releasing his hand, I rise and move to stand next to
him. He opens his eyes to stare up at me as I bring our clasped hands to my lips.
"Will you dance with me, my Obi-Wan?" I ask almost shyly.
"I thought you hated to dance," Obi-Wan grins at me even as he is rising from
his chair.
"I hate to dance with others, but I find myself longing to dance with you."
We move to the center of the common room and by unspoken agreement, I lead. I wrap one arm
around his waist, bringing him close and he places his hand around my neck. I tuck our
clasped hands between our shoulders as I begin to slowly move with the music. We are just
far enough apart that we can easily see each other's face and I once again feel as if I'm
drowning in his incredible eyes.
"I love you," I whisper softly as I gently rub his back.
"I know," he sighs, gazing up at me. "You didn't have to do all of this to
show me. Your love for me is so strong and unwavering, so powerful and solid, it is almost
a tangible thing to me."
"I wanted to do this for you, my love. Not because I needed to show you how much I
love you, but because I wanted to. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and
I know I don't tell you often enough."
"You don't have to tell me, Master. You are a man of few words and I would never want
you to change who you are. You "tell" me you love me in so many ways without
actually saying the words. I feel it in the way you touch me, the way you look at me, the
way you kiss me, the way you make love to me."
I am humbled at the love I feel coming across our bond from this wonderful man. All I can
do is hold him tightly and allow his love to wash over and through me as I send my own
love back to him.
As we dance to the soft, sensual music I can think of nowhere else that I would rather be
than in Obi-Wan's arms. He moves easily with me, almost as if our bodies are joined - much
like that of the mengali. I pull him closer still and he rests his head on my chest, which
allows me to softly nuzzle his hair. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to memorize
every sensation. His smell, his warmth, the way he fits so perfectly in my arms. I truly
had never dreamed I could love someone so much.
I begin to drop light kisses on the top of his head, moving slowly down to his forehead
and he raises his face to my roaming lips. I trail soft kisses across his eyebrows, over
his closed eyes, down his nose until I reach his mouth. His lips part under mine and I
take my time, moving my mouth gently over his, my tongue barely sliding over his lips. He
tastes my tongue with his own before opening his mouth further, inviting me inside.
I move my tongue slowly inside his warm cavern, savoring the essence of Obi-Wan mixed with
a slight hint of the wine. I cannot describe the way he tastes other than to say it is a
flavor that is distinctly his own. At times I can become thoroughly aroused just
remembering the way his mouth tastes.
He plays with my tongue, mimicking the slow movements of our dance as his tongue moves
softly around my own. He pulls his hand from mine to tenderly stroke the side of my face
and I lean into his touch, moaning softly. The hand at my neck pushes me closer to him and
he deepens the kiss, pushing my tongue back into my mouth as his tongue slides teasingly
over my lips. I moan again as he takes my bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucks on
it, running his tongue over the sensitive inside. I cradle his head in one hand while
stroking his broad back with the other. I can feel his muscles through the silky material
of his robe and find the sensation strangely erotic.
We continue to kiss, our tongues easily moving from one mouth to the other and I realize
we are no longer dancing. He pushes a leg between mine and I shudder as his hard thigh
makes contact with my awakening erection. I can feel his arousal on my thigh as he gently
rubs against me.
"Obi-Wan," I gasp when I can finally tear my lips from his. "I want to make
love to you."
"Mmm," he sighs softly. "I think I would like that very much." He
pulls away from me and then takes my hand as he heads to the bedroom. Just as he reaches
the door I remember the candles inside and use a touch of the Force to light them. We have
a large picture window in the bedroom that looks out over the lights of Coruscant. The
twinkling of the candles reflecting off the window along with the lights of the city, give
the room an ethereal feel.
"Wow!" Obi-Wan says, as he stands frozen in the doorway.
I smile, as I look around, pleased that the effects are far better than I had hoped.
"I'm glad you like it," I tell him as I take the lead, drawing him towards our
bed. We stop when we reach the edge and I once again pull him into my arms. We do nothing
more than kiss for a long time, both of us seeming to want this to last as long as
possible.
He is the one who breaks the kiss this time as he moves to slide his hands down my chest.
Reaching the hem of my tunic, he easily lifts it up and I raise my arms to help him pull
it off. His hands once again slide down my chest, the touch of his rough hands against my
flesh causing me to shiver slightly. He leans forward and flicks his tongue on my nipple,
which sends tendrils of desire straight to my cock. His hands rest at my hips as he gently
nips, sucks and licks first one and then the other nipple, and all I can do is hold on to
his shoulders and moan at the sensation.
Then his hands are moving to the waistband of my leggings even as his mouth begins moving
lower. He easily slides down to his knees as he continues kissing and licking his way down
my stomach. His mouth is like liquid fire and I can't help but arch into his touch. As his
tongue finds my navel, he begins pushing my leggings down, his hands warm against my skin.
My erection is suddenly freed and I gasp as his hand brushes against it. He easily pushes
my leggings the rest of the way down and I step out of them, glad my feet are bare. He
runs his hands up my thighs and I can feel his warm breath on my cock just before his hot,
wonderful tongue begins moving slowly across my slit.
I groan loudly, arching my hips while forcing myself not to shove his head into my groin.
He takes his time tasting me, his tongue moving around the head of my cock and then down
the thick vein to the base. He moves lower and that liquid fire is at my testicles as he
licks and kisses each before he gently sucks one into his mouth. I groan again as he rolls
my testicle around in his mouth. He uses one hand to hold me as the other slips around
behind me and begins teasing my cleft.
He releases my testicle only to return to my cock, his tongue once again moving around the
head and finding my sensitive spot just underneath. His finger has found my opening and he
slides his finger around it as his lips encircle the head of my penis. He begins to suck
as his lips move slowly downward, taking more and more of me into the hot heaven of his
mouth even as his tongue twirls and licks my organ.
I am afraid that my knees are going to buckle and all I want to do is thrust into that
incredible mouth that holds me hostage. I feel his breath tickling my pubic hair and I
know he has taken all of me in. I moan when he swallows, his throat constricting around my
organ, and it is all I can do not to come right then.
With a groan I pull myself away from him while I tug him up to a standing position. Unable
to speak, I crush his mouth to mine, devouring his sweet lips, our teeth clashing, our
tongues dueling. We hold each other tightly, our bodies straining to become one. He
finally breaks the kiss and we both are breathing heavily.
I loosen my death grip on him and begin softly stroking his back, once again trying to
find my center. After a time I feel as if I've regained a good bit of control and can tell
through our bond that Obi-Wan has as well.
It is my turn to begin undressing him and I move my hands from his back to his chest,
running my hands over the silky material of his robe. I find his nipples through the
material and gently pinch and roll them between my fingers. He moans and leans into my
touch. I run my hands down lower to his sash and easily pull it loose, allowing his robe
to fall open. I slide my hands beneath the robe to his back as I bend to kiss one of his
small, brown nipples. It pebbles instantly under my lips and I flick my tongue out to
taste him before I begin slowly laving it. I move to the other nipple and gently worry it
with my teeth, his moans urging me on.
He has his hands wrapped in my hair, his back arched into my mouth, his head thrown back,
his eyes closed. He is a vision and I close my eyes for a moment, trying to burn the
memory of his enjoyment into my brain.
Still kissing him, I slide his robe off his shoulders and then reach for the drawstring of
his leggings. Although nothing would please me more than to bring him to a shuddering
climax with my mouth, I know this is not the way he wants to come, so I do not tease. With
a flick of my wrist the drawstring is untied and his leggings slide softly to his feet.
I straighten then and take a step back so that I can take a long look at my beautiful
lover. In the candlelight his skin appears almost golden and his hair takes on an even
deeper red than usual. From his broad shoulders, to his finely muscled chest, to his
narrow waist and finally to his sinewy thighs, he is perfection. His long braid hangs down
his chest and as he breathes, the color of it changes from red to gold and back again.
Obi-Wan once again takes the lead by getting on the bed. "I believe you said
something earlier about making love to me?" he says huskily as he moves to lie in the
center. I am on him in one long stride, gathering him close as I lay atop him, his arms
snaking around my neck. He spreads his legs and I easily settle between them.
"I love you, Qui-Gon," he whispers, staring intently into my eyes. "I love
you so much."
"Obi-Wan," I breathe as he pulls my head down to meet his waiting lips. His kiss
is soft and gentle, expressing more than any words can say. Force, how I love this man.
He slowly deepens our kiss, his tongue darting out to taste my lips before sliding easily
into my mouth. He takes his time, exploring every inch of my mouth as if he's never tasted
me before. Unable to remain passive, I begin stroking his tongue with my own and am
delighted at his soft moan.
I can feel his hard erection pressed against my stomach and he moans again at the friction
when I shift slightly. My own organ is pressed against the bed, only inches from that hot,
tight place I long for it to be.
I end the kiss so that I can nuzzle his ear, something I know he finds incredibly erotic.
He sighs softly, his hands moving tenderly through my hair. "I want to make love to
you, my Obi-Wan," I whisper as I kiss and lick his ear lobe.
He shudders and releases a delicious moan. "Oh yes, Master," he hisses through
clenched teeth.
I move a bit unsteadily to my knees between his thighs and for a moment can only stare at
the sight laid out before me. "What a beautiful man you are," I murmur as I
watch the flickering candlelight reflect off his body. Even in the semi-darkness, his
blush is hard to miss, as is the shy grin he gives me.
He reaches over to the bedside table for the bottle of oil and unscrews the lid before
handing it to me. I pour a small amount into my palm and hand the bottle back to him
before I rub the oil over my fingers. He spreads his legs further apart as I reach down
and slowly begin to circle his anus with one finger. I move my finger around and over the
opening, pushing slightly inside with each pass.
Obi-Wan is breathing heavily as he arches into my touch, letting me know he is ready for
penetration. I push one finger slowly inside him and he groans out his pleasure. Just the
thought of sliding my aching cock into this incredibly tight heat causes me to shudder.
I move my finger in and out, twisting as I go, trying to cover every space I can touch
with oil. "More," he gasps and I willingly oblige him by adding a second finger.
I love watching him like this as he tries to ride my fingers, his hands clenching at his
sides. "More, Qui-Gon, please," he pants and I can see tiny beads of sweat
popping out over his forehead. "I need you inside me."
I continue to move my fingers inside him while I take my cock into my hand, feeling the
warm oil slide down it. I moan as I thrust into my palm, spreading the thick oil over and
around my penis.
I am shaking as I guide myself to him, removing my fingers from inside him as the head of
my cock comes in contact with his opening. I gently push and after a moment, the head of
my penis gains entry. The heat surrounding my organ is incredible and it is all I can do
to stop myself from shoving deeply, sheathing myself to the hilt.
When I feel the tight muscles begin to relax I begin pushing again, slowly, giving
Obi-Wan's body a chance to stretch around my girth. As I ease into his tight passageway, I
lean forward, wanting to be as near him as possible. He moves his legs to my shoulders,
giving me plenty of room to hold him close.
He sighs deeply when I can go no further, my hips pressed against his thighs. I stop again
and just stare into his eyes, knowing surely that I will drown in them this time.
"Oh, Qui-Gon," he moans softly. "You feel so good inside me. This is where
you belong."
I lean in for a kiss, tenderly sucking his lips before closing my mouth over them. He
thrusts gently and I begin to move in slow, soft circles, barely pulling out and then
pushing back in. I need to watch this beautifully passionate man, so I break our kiss and
pull back just a little.
Our eyes lock as I begin to increase my rhythm and lengthen my strokes. Every time I make
love to him I am amazed at how right it feels. He is correct, this is where I belong.
"Qui-Gon, my love, will you lifebond with me?"
He has asked me once before, not long after we became lovers, and though I knew with all
of my heart I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, I would not allow him to make
such a choice then. I believed he was too young. I told him that we would speak about it
again once he was Knighted, which is still a few years off.
Yet this time, when he asks, I feel a rightness surging through the Force, almost as if it
was Force-willed that it happen now. I am always admonishing Obi-Wan to live in the
moment, to feel and not to think. I believe it is time I take my own advice.
In answer to his question, I reach through our bond and invite him to follow me back as I
begin to drop each of my shields, one by one. His eyes grow wide with joy and wonder as he
realizes what I am doing. As the last of my shields fall, I feel him gently touching my
mind, filling it with a love so glorious that the sun pales in comparison. I feel as if I
am in shock as he sends wave after wave of intense emotion through the bond. Then I feel
him gently tugging me into his mind and I go willingly.
He gasps loudly as I tenderly probe areas of his mind that no one has ever had access to.
I gather all of my love for him and push it through the bond, wanting to flood him with my
devotion.
Time grinds to a halt, as the only thing that matters is the young man who holds my heart
in his hands. Some part of me is distantly aware that I have begun to plunge deeply into
him as he arches into each thrust. I can feel the Force flowing through us, stronger than
I ever felt it, and the feeling is indescribable. The brilliant nova that is my Obi-Wan
grows brighter and brighter as our minds and hearts are irrevocably joined together.
We begin to soar with the Force, our minds going higher and higher even as the Force
begins to swirl around and through us. I realize I am madly driving into Obi-Wan's body,
thrust after thrust, pulling most of the way out before slamming back in, and yet he is
still meeting me, stroke for stroke. I can feel my orgasm approaching like a freight ship,
but I am helpless to stop it. Our training bond is being shredded and I cry out in ecstasy
as the bond that replaces it surges with life.
I am now pistoning into Obi-Wan, hard and fast, my testicles tight against my body,
demanding release. Obi-Wan is crying out beneath me and I know he is about to be hit by
the same freight ship. A bright light explodes in my mind and with a final plunge I begin
to climax as surge after surge of sheer pleasure washes over and through me. I have never
experienced anything like this in my life.
Obi-Wan is sobbing my name over and over and I feel his hot seed pulsing between us. With
a final shudder, I collapse on top of him and realize I am weeping as well.
"I love you. Oh, my Obi-Wan. I love you. Oh, I love you. My love, my life. I love
you, Obi-Wan, my Padawan. Oh, Force, I love you. I never knew. Oh, my love, my love, my
Obi-Wan."
I am trying to kiss him even as I continue sobbing endearments. He is holding on to me as
if he will never let go and I realize I've got a death grip on him as well. I finally give
up trying to kiss him and let my head drop onto the pillow beside his face.
After a while I am able to regain some control and I gently roll us so that we are on our
sides, facing each other, arms and legs entangled. My softening cock is still buried deep
within his body and neither of us is willing to lose that contact.
I have never felt safer or more secure than I do right now. I want to hold him, just like
this forever.
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