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Rated: PG

Pairing: Q/O (more or less)

Categories: humour

Spoilers: nope

Warnings: bad pun warning

Summary: Obi-Wan is feeling sexually frustrated. Qui-Gon assists.

Disclaimer: George Lucas owns them, I'm just having fun.

Notes: I wrote this little snippet ages ago and it's been sitting around on my hard-drive ever since. Finally decided to post and be done with it. Unbeta-ed, but many thanks to Glass Houses for taking a quick look to see if it had any amusement value.

Feedback: Always appreciated

It was becoming obvious that his padawan wanted sex again. Qui-Gon recognised the signs. Obi-Wan was becoming tetchy and kept casting long, lustful looks in his direction and Qui-Gon couldn't decide whether to be amused or dismayed at Obi-Wan's youthful insatiability. Despite the young man's frustration, Qui-Gon was not going to offer. Obi-Wan would have to ask.

Finally, after a day when the padawan could scarcely concentrate on their mission-briefing notes, Obi-Wan finally spoke.

"Master, I'm sexually frustrated."

"I noticed." Qui-Gon kept the serene mask firmly in place.

"You know what I want, Master." Obi-Wan's tone wavered somewhere between supplication and a growl. "Please."

"This is not good timing, Padawan. I'm supposed to appear before the Council for a mission-briefing this evening."

Obi-Wan said nothing, but his face took on a pleading expression..

There was no arguing with that.

Qui-Gon sighed. "All right, Obi-Wan."

He sat down and began to unbuckle his boots. It was a time-consuming task as there were a great many buckles. Obi-Wan was following his movements with a lustful gleam in his eyes. His breathing had quickened and there was a telltale bulge at his groin.

Eventually the boots were removed and Qui-Gon dropped them at Obi-Wan's feet. His padawan displayed his talent at Force-enhanced speed as he pounced upon the boots. He clutched them tightly, holding one to his cheek and nuzzling it with apparent affection.

"To be honest, I don't see why you can't use your own boots."

Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, it has to be a master's boots. They have so many more buckles."

"So you masterboot rather than masturbate."

His apprentice scowled. "I may have a fetish, Master, but at least I don't make terrible puns."

"Sorry, Padawan. I couldn't resist. Possibly another master might volunteer their boots for the purpose. I think Master Billaba would be happy to help you out."

Obi-Wan grinned. "But Master, yours are bigger than anyone else's."

"Well, try not to make too much of a mess this time. I don't want to have to replace them again. The requisitions clerk is starting to give me funny looks."

"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan departed with alacrity for his room.

Qui-Gon became aware of muffled noises coming from his padawan's room and decided he probaby shouldn't listen. He wandered toward his own room in search of alternative footwear.

When Qui-Gon left their quarters, his stride lacked something of its usual purposeful briskness. He was thinking furiously. Somehow he had to come up with a good explanation for appearing before the Council in a pair of fluffy slippers.