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Qui-gon stepped into the small quarters he shared with his
apprentice and sighed. He leaned against the door trying to
regain his fading composure. He felt like screaming.
"Hello Master!" an overly cheerful voice called.
Ah, to be young
Do I need to tell you again! You're NOT old!
"Imp." he tuned his head towards the kitchen area. Obi-wan was
in the middle of cooking something, only the gods knew what.
"What's this all about?"
"A promise I made to my mother."
"Oh? How so?"
"Hmph, last time we were there she finagled a promise out of
me, that we would celebrate Lughnasadh properly. Unfortunately
my cakes aren't going to be as good as hers and I have no idea
how to formalize the rite. You look exhausted. I take it the
council meeting did not go well?" Qui-gon sighed again.
"We have a new mission in the morning. No vacation this time."
Even though Obi-wan emitted all sorts of emotions his face held
none, only a smudge of flour across his cheek.
"You look silly, my imp" he reached up and brushed it away
just as their comm beeped. He felt Obi-wan suppress a groan.
"Hello?" Qui-gon said as a holographic image popped up.
"Qui-gon? Oh hello, I have wonderful news! Is Ben there?" But
Obi-wan was already there.
"Yes mother? I just finished preparing our cakes and wine."
"Wha? Oh! Forget that! I have grand news!" Qui-gon couldn't
help but smile at Obi-wan's round mother, it took all his
strength not to laugh out loud when he heard the young man's
father say,
"Enough! It's Owen's news to tell! Let him say it!" Obi-wan's
mother was replaced by his older brother.
"Hello, I, we, called to tell you, I um, well... I'm getting
married!" Obi-wan's face brightened.
"That is wonderful news! Do you have a date set?"
"Well not at the moment," then to the back "Beru! come meet my
brother!" a lovely young woman stepped forward. "Beru this is
my brother Ben." His family rarely ever called him Obi-wan.
"Hello" she said shyly. "We were putting off the date until we
talked to the two of you." Then the conversation turned to
planning the rite, and after pleasant goodbyes they shut off
the comm.
"Owen radiated happiness." Obi-wan stated.
"As did his bride."
"Their joining seems force guided."
"It probably is."
"Yes," dreamily.
"Did you want that?"
"Want what?"
"A formal event."
"Goddess, No! Having your soul bonded to mine for all eternity
is all I will ever need or want. Thank you."
"Imp." With that he grabbed hold of his flour smudged padawan
and kissed him. It lasted a long while, they just enjoyed the
laziness of it, that is until Obi-wan jerked away.
"My cakes!" He rushed to remove them from the oven.
Later...
Obi-wan lit the four symbolic candles and they sat down to the
ritual meal of slightly burnt corn cakes and mulled wine.
"It's been a long time since we heard from your family."
"I know and somehow it doesn't bother me, I'm content." he put
on what Qui-gon called his cheshire cat grin.
"I have a feeling your mother was upset that we didn't have a
formal joining."
"Hmph, I don't care. Maybe that sounds harsh, but I definitely
do not want a wedding of the old ways." he flashed Qui-gon a
mental image of people watching them make love. Qui-gon
rewarded him with an amused grin.
"Well, may the Goddess, God, deity of whomever, and the force,
understand." Qui-gon raised his glass. They twined arms and
drank down the sweet wine. Obi-wan fed his lover a bit of
ceremonial cake.
"Hm, they're really not that badly burnt, Obi-love"
Obi-love! the endearment held the promise of things to come.
"I'm afraid you've got your sabbats mixed, this isn't
Beltain." he teased. Only his eyes relayed his humor.
"Oh, well then, if there is a ceremonial ban on sexual
relations, maybe we should abide."
"Oh no, no abstinence this night, in fact quite the opposite,
it IS harvest." He barely got the words out before the lip
lock.
The table, luv?
Why not?
Hmm...you get the baby oil, i'll get the glitter
Chocolate, melted...stove...ohh
Bed They parted, tearing their tunics as they made for
their big bed. With aquick force use Qui-gon flung Obi-wan onto
the sheets. It was a simple trick to pin him in place. Qui-gon
straddled him, and found the spot on Obi-wan's neck that he new
would make his body react. He bit and suckled, he felt the body
under him become aroused. He pulled away and admired the red
mark. Mine, but the only response he got was a mental
whimper. He trailed wet circles around one nipple enjoying the
mental groans. Finally, he got an audible moan when he gently
nibbled it. He smiled as he started the process over again.
When he suckled the other the other nipple he was inundated
with mental images. He stared into crystal eyes. "My pleasure."
He savagely tore away Obi-wan's breeches as well as his own.
"Yes," Obi-wan muttered when qui-gon fished out the oil. He
let up the force bonds holding his impatient lover. Obi-wan
snatched the vial away, puddling a generous amount in his hand.
Qui-gon pressed his hand against Obi-wan's, squishing the oil.
Then they prepared each other simultaneously with easy yet
urgent caress. Qui-gon pushed Obi-wan back onto the bed, he
paid proper homage to each thigh with his mouth as he placed
Obi-wan's legs on his shoulders. With a painful slowness they
became one, mouths once again seeking each other.They began the
urgent dance searching out fulfillment. They orgasmed, shouting
appreciation to the walls.
When both had regained mental capabilities Qui-gon spoke.
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