You can choose which of the Boys this is for your own personal fulfillment - the General or Qui, it makes no diff to me... it's just something that came to me, and is purposefully vague, I believe. :)
Rating: PG-13, maybe R, if only for the fact that the act is alluded to. And this is me being exceptionally cautious because I don't want to get caught with underrating something. Absolutely nothing explicit. Sorry, not this time, folkses, just pretty much pure emotion. I'll post something NC-17 soon, though, I promise. :)
Disclaimer: Lucas owns the Boys. He always will, much to all of our chagrin. Why do you think we need to make clones?
Feedback: PLEASE!!! I haven't written in eons, of course I want it, as much as you're willing to give it! :)
Summary: A homecoming stirs the heart.
Notes: This bunny ate me this morning. Actually, it's been gnawing at me a while, but its has been so amorphous up until now, I've not been able to discern it until it revealed itself to me right after I woke up, when it finally materialized into something resembling a recognizable muse. I know I haven't been writing much lately (*hushes her triplets before they can say word one in agreement*), but that's because ALL my bunnies are being elusive. I'm amazed that this one decided to step out into the light enough for me to capture it. :) It's unbeta'ed, though, so don't crisp me, please. :)
With the muted, breathy hiss of the airlock on the entrance to my quarters, my mind stirs from the depths of its dreams, and my eyes begin to flutter with wakefulness. Darkness and satin surround my body, and I stretch each limb within their pliable boundaries. The hour is not one for complete lucidity, and yet with each time that this intrusion comes to my rest, some part of me shouts out for my body to heed the call of clarity; it will be necessary in the moments to come. My unfocused gaze turns sharp as the faded lines of his shadowy form glide noiselessly into the room.
Without completely discerning his location, I hold my arms out wordlessly, and instinct, or awareness, guides him into the folds of my embrace. He leans his forehead into my shoulder, his arms encircling my waist, and we rest in the communion of silence for what seems like timeless ages, every fiber of our being in tune with each other. I slide my fingers up the back of his neck and lightly trail them through his hair. He sighs almost soundlessly and shifts his weight backwards on the coverlets that swath the sleep-couch, prostrating himself before me and settling his head in my lap as he allows himself to be vulnerable for just a little while. I smile down at him through the blackness as my hand finds its rest on his locks, softly stroking them, and I shut my eyes and pull his presence to my own, giving him the opening to relinquish the control he normally commands so closely.
I know not when this first became our ritual. I have known him long and loved him longer; not always completely within the boundaries of my conscious self, to be sure, but somehow it has been an integral part of my existence. Through our many years at the Temple, we have lived as two parts of one soul; while our bodies are so rarely joined, our thoughts and hearts are so intricately intertwined that survival without the other is almost unfathomable. We have shared more of our physical passion with other lovers; however, the bond between us has never been shattered, and somehow, we are always drawn together in one form or another.
Whenever he returns from the wanderings, obscure or important, assigned to him by the Council, he first accomplishes the duty of seeing his Padawan safely to his rest, and then begins his final mission of the day. Our hearts call to one another, at rest or wakeful, and he seeks out their completion in my presence, where his emotions can be at peace once more, where he can finally find shelter from the torrent that rages around and through him.
Looking down at his still form, my awareness of him deepens anew. He can change from wise sage to child with just a shift of a glance; it has always amazed me how one can look both old and young. The winds of his life have battered him greatly, and I have seen his face worried and careworn; countless times he has appeared much beyond his years, aged by the trials he has endured time and again. Yet, now, with his expression nearing its relaxation and his mind slowing to its rest, the years slip away, and a mere boy breathes rhythmically against my thigh, his long lashes settling over his cheeks, perfect trust and contentment framing his features. The heavy sorrow that encompasses him and rides him through the door, and indeed, through most of his daily life, seemingly dissipates with every minute he spends resting within the safety of the moment. My knuckles graze down his cheek and against the roughness of his beard as impulse engulfs me and I realize once more that I could exist content in the fulfillment brought by protecting and providing shelter for this one I hold so dear. If my lot in life is to relieve his burdens for a little while, it is a happy one indeed.
His weight shifts, and his eyelids slide open a fraction with his subconscious attuning to my mind; the corner of his lips twitches momentarily into something like a smile, and his hand lifts from his side and comes to rest next to his head, his thumb smoothing the bare skin beside it. He turns his head slightly, pressing a seemingly chaste kiss to the inside of my knee, but as his eyes darken as they shift to me, I can feel anything but. I brush a feather-light caress over the softness of his lips, then across the exposed curve of his neck, and fire flares behind his gaze. A grin comes unheeding to the edge of my mouth at the glowing embers that threaten with every moment to ignite, and his expression becomes almost a dare in its own right. I accede to the dance, unwilling to deny it, and bend my head, pressing my lips to the bare skin laid open to me at the junction of his neck and shoulder. As I feel the corded muscles tense beneath my kiss, I can no longer hold back the grin that threatens to break across my features, and I nip down, allowing my tongue to brush alongside my teeth. I feel the dam of his control snap instantly, and as spike of emotion blazes across our bond as swiftly as a lightning strike, a sharp sound, half growl and half groan, tears loose from his throat and shatters the silence of the room. With the graceful, deadly motion of a cat pinning its prey, he surges upward, and I find myself pressed hard against the coverlets as his lips take possession of mine in a bruising kiss that reaches into every depth of my soul.
The current of our need carries us swiftly enough; it has been long since we last connected physically. Even as our two hearts know no definitive length of time would ever express the extent of what binds us, our bodies are more demanding, craving the unity so often denied us in daily life. Kisses, caresses and sounds of love blend and fuse in the night; the individual source no longer matters as they bloom to fullness in our shared emotion. We revel and lose ourselves in each other and the rhythm created between us, shutting out our fears, our worries; whatever tomorrow brings is for tomorrow -- all that matters is the now. And as our desire crests and spends itself, the moment is crystalline, sharp and focused and captured; for a fleeting instant, we find ourselves inside the rainbow we so often seek, where few mortals are permitted to tread.
I settle my head against his chest, draping myself over one side of his body, and his lips graze across my damp hair, his fingers gently stroking my arm as he holds me close against him. The protected becomes the protector, and I am content with it so; our giving has always been in tandem. The silence is palpable, but not uncomfortable. Rather, it surrounds us and binds us further, a friend to the night and to our love, becoming the space where our souls make their voices heard. No spoken word has yet disturbed the sanctity of the darkness, and none will trespass until daybreak. My eyelids lower fraction by fraction as I lose myself to the depths of his embrace and his heart.
We will always be each other's safe place.
