The Most Random Shit

by Angel of Death

Title - The Most Random Shit
Author - Angel of Death (aka_baka_13631@sbcglobal.net)
Archive- yes
Category - Qui/Obi, Parody, PWP, Romance
Rating- PG-13
Warnings - None (as always)
Summary - I got bored in English... Enough said.
Feedback- YES!!!!!

"Do you really have to go, Padawan?"

"Yes, Master. It's my turn for teaching duty."

"I think I need to sign us up for another mission rotation again. Those initiates keep taking you away from me."

"You spend plenty of time with me," Obi-wan says pulling Qui-gon in for a quick kiss.

"Are you sure you can't stay?"

"No, Master, I can't stay."

"I'd make it worth your while if you did."

"I know you would, Master. I don't doubt that, but I have a job to do."

"Yes, yes, teaching initiates is so important."

"It is, Master. I know your as horny as I am, but I have other obligations."

"Just go, Padwan, before I do something rash."

"Yes, Master," Obi-wan says leaving before he all too willingly stays.

Six hours of teaching initiates saber drills Obi-wan almost drags himself home. Qui-gon is asleep on the couch when his exhausted Padawan wanders in. Unable to make it any further, Obi-wan decides that Qui-gon makes a sufficient bed and lays atop his master and is soon fast asleep.

Qui-gon rouses to find a rather heavy blanket had joined him sometime during his nap.

"Obi-wan," Qui-gon says tapping said person. He gets nothing more than a muffled groan in reply.

"Padawan," Qui-gon says attempting to wake him up his rather exhausted Padawan, yet again. Obi-wan makes no attempt to move and continues to use Qui-gon as a lumpy mattress.

Qui-gon is not ready to give up on waking the sleepy young man and tries to lift him. Obi-wan, who is completely out of it, is the equivalent of a dead weight.

"Padawan," Qui-gon says more forcefully than before. Obi-wan still refuses to be moved.

"Wake up, Padawan," a now disgruntled Qui-gon almost yells.

Obi-wan slowly opens his eyes and yawns.

"Good Morning, Master," Obi-wan says planting a light kiss on Qui-gon's lips.

"It's about time you woke up," Qui-gon says now able to sit up. Obi-wan cuddles up to Qui-gon and begins to drift back to sleep.

"Oh, no you don't," Qui-gon says picking up his napping Padawan, "I'm not a pillow and we have a bed for a reason."

"But Master, you're so comfortable," Obi-wan says into Qui-gon's chest as he is carried to their bed.

"Well, Padawan," Qui-gon says placing Obi-wan on the bed and covering him up, "I'm going to let you sleep while I cook third meal."

"O...k...," a groggy padawan mumbles as Qui-gon leaves the room.

Obi-wan wakes confused as hell. He has no idea how he ended up at home in bed. After rubbing sleep from his eyes he wanders toward the smell of Qui-gon's cooking. Qui-gon's back was to the kitchen door as Obi-wan makes his way through. He wraps his arms around his lover.

"Good afternoon, Padawan," Qui-gon says continuing to masacre whatever it was he was trying to cook.

"You should have let me cook, Master. You know you can't cook."

"Well, if I can't cook how do you think I survived before I had you around?

"You ate in the mess hall, like every other culinarily deprived Jedi."

"You win," Qui-gon says spinning around and placing a kiss on his brash padawan's lips.

"So what have you concocted for us to attempt to digest tonight, Master."

"An Alderaanian bird and for dessert one of those wonderful frozen tarts you made last week."

"You better pay attention to that bird or we'll be joining the other Jedi in the dining hall."

"Fair enough."

Some seared bird and two tarts later, Qui-gon Jinn and Obi-wan Kenobi could be found kissing on the couch.

"So, how was you class, Padawan?"

"Typical, Master. Energy draining initiates."

"Really?" Qui-gon asks pulling Obi-wan on top of him and kissing him roughly.

"Yes, really, Master. How was your day?"

"Sad, boring and extremely lonely with out my eager padawan. I think we should do something to make up for that. What do you say to that, padawan?"

"Just shut up and fuck me!"

END