Archive: yes
Author's webpage: http://adult.dencity.com/PumpkinPatch/
Category: First Time
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Disclaimers: Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm
Summary: Obi-Wan is knighted (making this an AU -no that
scene)
Notes: The Emu asked Santa for a virginObi story from Qui-Gon's
point of view -for some reason Santa thought I was an elf...
Thanks to michelle for the beta and use of the brain (this brain
thing started out as a joke...). Dedicated to my sa who I
have been neglecting -love you sweetie.
Knighted. My Obi-Wan has passed his trials and has this very day
been knighted. Pride fills me. Not an emotion for a Jedi to
succumb to, but I allow it for a moment, for he is bright and
capable and beautiful and I had some small measure in forming
him. He will be one of the Order's greatest assets, of that I am
certain.
I run my hand gently along the doorframe, the wood warm and
smooth beneath my palm, and take one last, lingering look at his
room. His quilt, a study in cream, tan and brown, tiny, even
stitches worked in intricate patterns by his own hand graces the
bed; tunics, leggings, robes -the quilt is a patchwork picture of
his apprenticeship. Several dozen books grace the shelves by the
bed, texts in a handful of languages on a variety of papers and
in different bindings. A small holo sits on the dresser -a
picture of the two of us holding the third position of the sixth
movement of the basic 'saber kata. It will not be long before he
will be gone from this place and all these personal touches with
him. I know it is what I have trained him for, to stand on his
own, but I am still saddened by the hole I know his absence will
leave in my life.
I pour myself a small measure of Malasterean Brandy and take it
with me to my own room. Sitting in my chair, I sip slowly at my
drink, letting the liquor burn along my throat and into my
stomach, warming me from the inside out. I look out over the
Coruscant skyline visible from my window, not really seeing the
metal and glass jungle or the ships that flow in long lines
-small blips against the sky.
I do not know how long I have been sitting here, staring out but
not seeing, lost in my thoughts. It has grown almost dark when a
soft noise at the door catches my attention. I turn my head.
"Master."
Obi-Wan. Wrapped in his cloak and standing in the long shadows by
the door. I fancy for a moment that he is already the ghost he is
to become to these quarters. I hold out my hand and he comes
forward, fully human and present and carefully kneels in front of
me -head bowed, cloak wrapped securely around himself. I finger
the empty spot behind his right ear, lingering there.
Just this morning I had braided the long length of hair, repeated
for the last time the ritual words that we had shared for so
long. This afternoon I had watched as Obi-Wan drew his lightsaber
through the braid, severing it and handing it to me. I can still
feel the shiver that went through me as he spoke the ritual
words, voice low but even, eyes on mine. "I give to you the
symbol of my apprenticeship to you. Now I take my place among the
Knights of the Order of Jedi." I welcomed him to our ranks
with a warm hug and a chaste kiss for either cheek, his braid
held tightly in my closed hand.
The braid is in a small pouch clipped to my utility belt. I shall
always carry that small part of my padawan with me where ever I
go. Only fair, as he carries my heart with him.
I slide my fingers along the shell of his ear and cup his cheek,
the rough hint of beard tickles my palm. I raise his head and am
caught by his eyes. Grey in the half-light of twilight, the black
pupils have dilated to compensate for the growing darkness in the
room. He is as beautiful kneeling here before me with the setting
sun and dancing shadows of the passing ships on his face as he
has ever been.
"Master."
I place a finger across his lips, quieting him.
"I am your Master no longer." I try to keep the sorrow
from my voice, but it comes out somewhat huskily.
"I know. And now that I am my own person, I would give you a
gift."
"A gift?" Although not unheard of, it is an unusual
request that my padawan makes.
"Yes, to celebrate your success in having raised a padawan
into a knight."
"Obi-Wan, I didn't... You don't have to-" It is his
turn to silence me. His finger against my lip is callused from
years of 'saber training.
"I would give you a gift and I hope that you will accept
it." His finger prevents my answer and then he is sliding
his robe from his shoulders and letting it pool around his body
on the floor.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. He wears
nothing but his skin beneath his robe. His body is beautiful,
honed by years under my tutelage -a masterpiece we have sculpted
together. He bows his head again before me.
"I would give you the gift of my body, if you will have
it."
If I would have it? Never in my fondest dreams dared I hope to
hold this young man in my arms as my lover. There was our age
difference, our student/teacher relationship and his vow of
chastity, a vow which many apprentices took in order to
concentrate on their studies.
"You would have me take your virginity?" My own voice
is so husky now that I can barely recognise it.
"And more." His words, though soft, are fierce. He
lifts his head and his eyes burn with a fire I feel reflected in
my soul.
I tilt his head and lower mine, bringing our lips together as I
wordlessly accept his gift. I feel a shock go through me as our
lips meet, as if the Force itself were kissing with us. His mouth
opens beneath mine and I echo the movement, closing my eyes as I
drown in the sweet taste of him. I slip my tongue gently between
his lips, drinking more deeply and a small whimper escapes him
into me. As my tongue retreats, his follows tentatively into my
mouth. When I moan my approval he surges up and against me,
deepening the kiss with electric urgency.
He reaches for my belt with trembling hands, fingers fumbling
with haste. I take them in my own and, breaking our kiss, bring
them up to my mouth to softly kiss each palm. I lick the pad of
each finger and swirl my tongue over their tips, then twine our
fingers together.
"Shh. There is no need for haste, my Obi-Wan. We have all
the time we need."
"I need forever, Master." I believe him -there is such
want in his voice and I know that his hopes are matched only by
my own.
"Then you shall have it."
I stand and lead him to my bed. As I begin to undo my belt, he
stops me.
"I would," he stops and clears his throat, endearingly
shy. "I would like to undress you."
His words peak my arousal and I have to hold myself back from
throwing him into my bed and ravishing him. I manage to smile and
nod, speech suddenly beyond my capacity. His hands are still
trembling a little as he removes my belt and sash, but they are
warm and welcome as they part my tunics, pushing the material up
and over my shoulders from whence it falls to the floor,
forgotten.
He runs his hands along my chest, gently, barely touching me, and
then repeats the caress, more firmly this time. My eyes travel
from his hands on my body, to the wonder and joy on his face, to
the heave of his chest as his breathing quickens and back always
to the hands smoothing over my skin.
His hands drift to the waistband of my leggings, lingering there
a moment before travelling upwards once again. On the second
pass, a finger breaches the waistband and skims lightly around
the edge along my skin before retreating once again. On the third
pass, I grasp his hand gently in mine and pull it down to my
groin, pressing it tightly against my hardness.
"Please," I say softly to him.
He looks up at me as his hand closes over my erection and
suddenly we are kissing again, mouths moulding together. When he
pulls away I realise that my leggings have pooled around the tops
of my boots -undone while I had been lost in our kiss. One side
of his mouth quirks up and he drops again to his knees, fingers
pulling apart the buckles on my boots.
"Obi-Wan," I begin to protest, but he interrupts.
"I want to."
And he does. I can hear the longing in his voice. It is the same
longing that lives within me -the longing to do everything for my
love, to touch every inch of him, body and soul, to succour him,
comfort him, love him...
I lift my legs, one and then the other, for him as he pulls off
my boots, my leggings sliding off with them. He sits back on his
haunches, looking up at my body, like a postulant at his place of
worship. But I can see that his devotion is pale in comparison to
his love for me. His eyes shine with it. I can only hope that my
own love for him is as easily read in my eyes.
His gaze travels down my body again, lingering on my erection and
he touches it. One finger gently caresses me from root to tip and
I choke back my shout, grabbing his hands before he has a chance
to do it again and I get completely lost in his touch.
I pull him up and manoeuvre him onto the bed, taking a moment to
look my fill. His body shimmers in the twilight, gold and purple
highlighting the well-defined muscles. My eyes are drawn to his
penis. Hard and curving up towards his belly, it calls to me and
I drop to my knees beside the bed. I look up at him, my intent
clear in my eyes and I see him swallow, hands clenching at his
sides, hips arching minutely.
My eyes never leave his face as I bend slowly towards his
erection. Even after his own eyes close in anticipation I watch,
wanting to see the pleasure on his features as my mouth closes
over him. I take hold of his penis with one hand and gently pull
back the foreskin. He moans and shifts, wanting more. I flatten
my tongue and lick across the tip of his phallus and his whole
body freezes, his mouth opening on a soundless scream of
pleasure. I repeat the lick and let go of his penis, opening my
mouth. He arches up off the bed, pushing his erection into my
mouth and I slide my hands around his hips, guiding the frantic
thrusting as I suck and tongue the hot glide of silky flesh.
His body freezes again, a strangled shout finding it's way past
his throat as he comes. His seed pours into my mouth and down my
throat and my swallows caress his penis, making his body quiver
with aftershocks.
"Oh, I never knew," he whispers, gasping slightly as
his body melts against the bed. I reluctantly release his penis
from my mouth, carefully bathing first it and then his testicles
with my tongue, enjoying the flavour of him.
I lick my way downward, nipping at the tender flesh behind his
knees and making sure I don't tickle as my tongue passes along
the soles of his feet. I nuzzle my way up again, by-passing his
slowly rising penis for a dip into his navel. This time I do
tickle, though his laughter cuts off with a gasp as I flick my
tongue over one of his nipples. He moans as I take the nub
between my lips and tug. I give the same attention to his other
nipple before nuzzling my way up to ear.
"What do you want, my Obi-Wan?" I whisper as I trace
the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue.
"Exactly that."
"What?"
"To be your Obi-Wan. Make me yours. Take me."
And so I do. I accept the gift of his body, the gift of my own
heart and in turn gift him with my soul as I pour my seed into
his body.
He is splendid as he writhes beneath me, our bodies creating this
new kata that we perform together. His body arches and pushes
towards me as my fingers enter him one by one by one. He is hot
and tight and I can hardly breathe, my own hands trembling now as
his had done. I try to get him to turn to his side, but he will
not.
"I want to see you. I want to watch your face as you fill
me."
I can deny him nothing, so I push his knees up and he grabs onto
them, spreading them and I start trembling all over again as he
demonstrates his utter trust in me. I push into him, watching his
face for pain, but there is very little and he arches up against
me, impatient with the slow pace I am setting.
I slide in until I can feel my hips pressed against the insides
of his thighs and he lets go of his knees to wrap his legs around
my waist and his hands around my arms. He holds me still until I
focus on his face, looking into his eyes. Wordless, our emotions
pass between us as we gaze into each other's eyes. With a low
growl that sounds possessive even to my own ears I bend to kiss
him, tongue mating roughly with his own and then I begin to move
within his body.
I try to keep the pace slow and gentle, but he has other ideas
and is meeting my thrusts, increasing their speed and strength. I
start to match him and our climax builds quickly between us. As I
plunge faster and harder into his body, I begin to lose track of
where I end and he begins and as I feel my orgasm rushing through
my body it feels as though we merge into one being -a being that
explodes apart into a million tiny fragments before slowly
coalescing back into two halves.
I pull gently out of his body and we give up the connection with
reluctance. Lying next to him, I pull him into my arms,
luxuriating in the joy of having him so near. He burrows closer
against me, nestling into me as if he would forever merge our
bodies to reflect our souls.
"I love you, my Qui-Gon," he murmurs against my skin
and my arms tighten about him. If I were not already lost, the
sound of my name spoken by him for the first time would have made
me so.
My newly knighted Obi-Wan's day was already a triumph and now it
is doubly so as he has made me whole.
End.