The Dress

by TC Regan (WorshipGL@aol.com)

Here it is! The highly anticipated answer to the question: "Why was Obi-Wan wearing a dress?" Inspired by this picture: here

No smut. You can kill me later for it. If I get good feedback, I might consider writing a sequel. (I'm timid, shoot me. =)

Pairing: Q/O of course

Archive: M_A, please. Any others, just ask.

Rating: groan PG-13

Catergory: Pre-Slash (SORRY!)

Warning: No smut, yet. It's a terrible tease. Oh and it was not beta'd. At all. You have been warned. Also, I don't wear dresses, or dress up all that often, so if I'm innacurate with anything, live with it. They're my mistakes and I like 'em. =)

Feedback: I live for it!!!

Disclaimer: Not mine, just like playing with them.

"Why me?"

Qui-Gon couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him. His apprentice was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in panty hose and a slip. He grinned.

"You're not helping!" Obi-Wan said, almost a growl.

"Padawan, I've already told you... the Sageras are deeply traditional. Tradition states that two males, when attending formal dinner, the younger dresses in the fashion of a woman."

"Isn't there something in the code against this?" he protested. In his hands he held the dress, a short black lacey thing with very thin straps. "And why did they give me this! I can't wear it... I don't have the hips for it," he added.

Qui-Gon chuckled again. "I think that's the least of your worries," he said, gesturing to the pair of high heels that sat only a foot away.

"No way!" Obi-Wan kicked the shoes away. "I'll break my ankles!!"

The older man shook his head slightly. "Here, let me help with that." He helped his student step into the dress, pulling the straps over his shoulders and zipping the back.

"How does it look?" he asked, trying to view the back in a full length mirror.

"Wonderful." Qui-Gon took the wig, a blond, somewhat curly piece, and positioned it on Obi-Wan's head. It fit perfectly. He smiled. "Something's missing..."

"Yeah, my brain. It obviously went on a vacation." The other groaned. "Master..."

"Shh..." Qui-Gon silenced him with a finger on the lips. "I know." He rooted around in a small bag, pulling out a compact and a tube of lipstick.

"No way!" Obi-Wan exclaimed again.

"Hold still," his master ordered. His apprentice sighed, but did as he was told. Qui-Gon applied the lipstick with the skill of a professional.

"You're good at that," the student acknowledged, waiting for the blush.

"It comes with practice."

Before Obi-Wan could register what his master could possibly mean by that, he felt the brush flutter quickly over his cheekbones and nose, causing him to sneeze.

"Bless you," Qui-Gon said with more than a hint of a chuckle.

Securing the clip-on earrings in place, Obi-Wan looked at himself in the mirror. //Not bad// he thought.

"Of course it's not bad." Qui-Gon stood behind his student, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan's waist. "You look convincing."

This time it was the other man who chuckled. "I'm just glad we don't know anyone here."

His words went unheard as his master began kissing his neck gently. He relaxed in Qui-Gon's arms, tilting his head slightly. The other took the opportunity and touched his tongue to his student's neck.

"Ohh... Master..."

"I know. We have a dinner to attend to."

Obi-Wan turned in his teacher's arms. "We don't have to." He leaned up and touched his lips gently to Qui-Gon's.

"Careful, Padawan. You'll smear your lipstick." He grinned.

"Ow!!" Obi-Wan exclaimed after tripping over the heels for the millionth time that night.

Qui-Gon caught him easily. "Careful, Padawan. You need to learn balance."

"That's easy for you to say, you're wearing boots!" He said, leaning down to caress a sore ankle.

"The dining hall is just a few more meters, Obi-Wan. You should be able to make it."

The other crossed his arms and pouted. "My ankles hurt."

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes, but scooped up the young man in his arms. "Luckily for you everyone is already at the dinner."

"My hero." Obi-Wan sighed wistfully and planted a small kiss on his master's cheek. Qui-Gon rolled his eyes again.

The walk to the hall was a short one. Qui-Gon put his student down; the latter grasped his master's arm as not to trip again. They walked through the elaborately carved double doors into the hall. A blush hit Obi-Wan's cheeks as he looked around. A lot of people (and not just humans, many species of alien were there, too) gathered in groups, holding glasses of wine (and other alcoholic beverages).

A Sageran approached them. The Sagerans looked very much like Mon Calamarians, save for their skin color which was a greyish hue. The alien smiled. "Jedi Master Qui-Gon," she said in her best Basic. "Welcome to our party. Is this your..."

"Apprentice," he said, interrupting her. He leaned in confidentially, "He's having a bit of trouble with the heels."

Obi-Wan blushed bright red. "They're too high."

The Sageran smiled. "Don't worry, Jedi Kenobi. You can sit with your friends if you'd like."

"My ... friends?" he asked, scanning the room quickly.

She gestured to a group of Jedi Knights sitting at a large circular table. "They arrived just before you did. Their dates are circulating throughout the room. Don't worry, Jedi Kenobi," she repeated, "there are other pairs like you and your master." With that, she left the two Jedi standing at the door.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor, Padawan."

"But.. but.. Master.." Obi-Wan stuttered. "You didn't tell me that other members of the Academy would be here."

Qui-Gon shrugged. "Like the Sageran said, you're not the only one dressed up." He pointed out several couples.

They moved into the room, Obi-Wan still clinging to his master, partly for balance, partly because he didn't want the other Jedi to see him. He still managed to trip over the heels several times.

"I'm going to break my ankles," he muttered.

Qui-Gon broke his discussion with another dinner patron. "Then go sit over there." He waved his hand in the direction of the table where the other Jedi were sitting.

"Are you insane?" He hissed through clenched teeth. His protests went unheard as his master continued his conversation. Sighing gently he stumbled none too gracefully over to the buffet table.

"Obi-Wan Kenobi? Is that you?"

He whirled around to face his old friend, Kudran. The young men were the same age and had grown up at the Academy together. Before the Masters began choosing apprentices, however, the two had a falling out and hadn't talked to each other since.

"Ah, Kudran," he fought to keep his voice calm, "nice to see you again." He picked up a glass of wine and sipped it, hoping to disguise the bright red blush in his cheeks.

"Are you here with Master Qui-Gon?" Kudran's voice was not friendly.

"Yes," Obi-Wan nearly spat back at him.

Kudran's sharp green eyes trailed a path down the other's body, barely concealed by the dress he wore. "Love the frock."

Obi-Wan fought to keep his anger in check. "What do you want, Kudran?"

"Just a picture." With that, he snapped a quick picture and ran off.

The Padawan was stunned. As soon as his eyesight returned, he ran after the other apprentice... unfortunately, he was still wearing the heels. He tripped and ended on the carpet. Laughter erupted throughout the room. Obi-Wan clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He dared not get up.

Strong arms pulled him to his feet. He shrugged his master off, and, after removing the deadly shoes, stalked out of the hall, echoes of laughter following him. He reached the room and walked in, making sure the computer double locked it. In frustration, the heels were thrown across the room. The sound of glass breaking informed him he had probably broken the lamp, but he didn't care.

Obi-Wan stormed into the bathroom, fuming with hatred. He had to breathe... had to calm himself. Glancing in the mirror, he realized that he was crying.

"Damnit!" he swore loudly. He slumped to the floor and hugged his knees to his chest, seeking comfort.

"Obi-Wan?"

//Great// he thought. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially his master. He felt the older man's presence enter the bathroom.

"Go away," he managed through his sobs.

Qui-Gon sunk to the floor and held his student close. "Shhh..." Enveloped in his master's strong arms, his sobs subsided to small whimpers. "Obi-Wan... I'm sorry."

"You..." he sniffled "don't ha--have to be..."

"Yes, I do." He looked up into Qui-Gon's eyes, questioning him. "It was a test... it got out of hand. I'm sorry."

"A test?" He was confused, and then when realization set in, he nearly exploded. "A TEST?!" He stood up and backed away from his teacher. "You.. you set this whole thing up as a BLOODY TEST?!"

"Padawan... please. Calm down." Qui-Gon sighed inwardly. It would be a long night. He got up and followed his student into the bedroom.

Obi-Wan pulled off the wig and threw it at his teacher who caught it easily in one hand. He sat on the bed and crossed his arms, avoiding any eye contact. A few minutes passed and neither said anything. Qui-Gon sat next to his student and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Obi-Wan..."

The Padawan reached up and unclipped the earrings. He chuckled softly. "It was pretty funny..." His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

Qui-Gon pressed a kiss into the younger man's temple, then held him close. "You should've seen your face when Kudran took the picture."

Obi-Wan whimpered slightly and drew his knees to his chest and let himself be held. "I guess I failed this test."

"Come on. You need a nice hot bath." Before Obi-Wan could protest, his master was helping him out of bed and undressing him. He was pushed gently into the bathroom and waited patiently as Qui-Gon filled the tub.

"I'll be fine, really." His voice wavered, betraying his line of thought. Qui-Gon kissed him gently then helped him into the bath. He winced slightly: the water was a little too hot. "Mmmm..."

Qui-Gon sat on the edge of the tub watching his student sink into the water. His eyes were closed; he looked so peaceful. "Feeling better?"

"Mmmhmm..."

The older man chuckled gently. He shut off the tap and the bathroom was filled with an uneasy quiet. He took a washcloth and ran it over Obi-Wan's chest, causing him to stir gently. Qui-Gon took off his robes, tunic and boots, then knelt by the edge of the tub, continuing the gentle motions with the cloth.

"Was everyone in on the joke?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly, startling the other man.

The Jedi Master paused a moment. "It wasn't meant to be a prank, Padawan." Another pause. "Yes, everyone knew."

A sigh. "Oh."

"Are you alright?" Qui-Gon watched the peaceful look on his student's face turn from contentment to something else.

He opened his eyes. "I'll be fine."

"I don't believe you, Padawan." Their bond created by the Force was humming with emotional distress.

Obi-Wan took the hand that caressed his chest and pressed the palm to his lips, letting his tongue slip out and gently licked the droplets of water from the flesh. Qui-Gon watched, part in amusement, part in anticipation. He shivered slightly when Obi-Wan drew his index finger into his mouth. He began sucking on it slightly and glanced at his master briefly.

Qui-Gon was slightly flushed. He pressed against the porcelain tub, hiding his erection from his Padawan. His finger was released and Obi-Wan pulled him down, kissing him gently. The gesture set Qui-Gon off balance and he tumbled into the bath. He couldn't react however, as his student had him around the neck, kissing him even more passionately now. He gave into those soft lips, letting the younger man seek comfort within the kiss.

Their lips parted and Obi-Wan ducked his tongue inside his master's mouth. Qui-Gon let him explore a moment before responding to him, tongues sliding against each other, fighting a battle where there were no winners. The younger man pulled back, ducking his head under the water.

With this opportunity, Qui-Gon removed the now soaked pants that were restraining him. His apprentice resurfaced and smiled. To his master, it was one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. He traced the smile with his fingertips, then again with his tongue.

"I love you."

Qui-Gon paused. Never before was this phrase spoken between them. It was always expressed through actions and through the Force. He looked into the eyes of his Padawan and found a genuine love there. "I love you, too."

Obi-Wan turned them over in the small tub. He leaned down and began kissing along Qui-Gon's collar bone. The latter let out a small sigh. His hands traveled down his master's chest and stomach, resting just inside his thighs. He caressed them, then spread them gently, his lips still locked on the base of the older man's neck.

A finger traced the underside of Qui-Gon's erection, causing him to gasp slightly. The finger stopped at the opening to his body and he glanced down. His apprentice was waiting for permission; he nodded. With that, Obi-Wan pressed a digit inside his master's body, and the other pushed against him.

"Obi-Wan," he breathed. He shivered slightly when his student removed the invading finger and moaned when it was replaced by something larger. He lifted his hips. "Please." Please he urged through the Force, opening a channel between them.

Obi-Wan pushed in and both men gasped at the feeling. He pushed further and soon his entire length was inside his master. He paused slightly to admire the sight before him: Qui-Gon's head was tilted back slightly and he was licking his lips slowly. A slight thrust brought him back to reality and he met his master's rhythm.

Water splashed over the side of the bath, but it went unnoticed by its occupants. Neither wanted the moment to end, but they both felt themselves nearing their release. Obi-Wan cried out, climaxing first, filling his master's body with his seed. He gasped slightly, trying to catch his breath, then encircled the other man's erection with nimble fingers. A moment later, Qui-Gon came, calling out his apprentice's name.

Obi-Wan slid out of the limp body underneath him and collapsed into his teacher's arms. He placed light, feathery kisses all over Qui-Gon's face and neck, then relaxed, snuggling close to him.

Qui-Gon picked his apprentice up, carrying him easily out of the bathroom and placing him gently in the bed. He climbed in next to him and enjoyed the warmth created by Obi-Wan snuggling against his chest. He wrapped his arms around the young man and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.