RATING: R
CATEGORIES: Romance, First Time
SPOILERS: None
WARNINGS: None
ARCHIVE: Master & Apprentice
FEEDBACK: Comments and constructive criticism are gratefully
accepted at becknord@netwurx.net
SUMMARY: Qui-Gon must deal with a mischievous padawan and an
inquisitive former master on a day filled with much change.
DISCLAIMER: George Lucas owns all things Star Wars; I'm just
borrowing. No copyright infringement is intended.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: I am enormously grateful to my beta readers,
Carol and Catnip, for riding shotgun with me on this project.
This was not an easy story for me to get out, and without their
help I may have remained lost and confused. A big thanks also
goes out to Emu for helping me find beta assistance;)
"Do you find my technique amusing, Obi-Wan?" Master
Qui-Gon Jinn lowered his light saber, focusing his intense gaze
on his sparring partner.
Obi-Wan Kenobi lowered his own weapon, slipping easily out of his
combat posture. He was breathing heavily from the physical
exertion, but there was a definite twinkle of amusement in his
blue-green eyes. "I'm sorry, Master," he offered.
"I'm having a difficult time concentrating today."
"So I've noticed," the elder Jedi said softly. He took
a step backward and deactivated his saber. "Obviously
something has tickled your funny bone."
"It's nothing, really," Obi-Wan assured him as he
studiously closed his eyes. Finding his center took more effort
than he thought, but after a few moments he was anchored once
more, fully in tune with the Force. "May I try the exercise
again?" he asked, reopening his eyes.
Qui-Gon was watching him carefully, a quizzical, yet bemused
expression on his face. He said nothing.
Obi-Wan's face flushed deeply under the scrutiny, adrenaline
surging through his veins. "My focus won't waver again, I
promise, Master."
"Can you be so sure of that, Padawan? I've sensed you
fighting to ground yourself all day, and for some inexplicable
reason I also sense that I'm somehow to blame for this."
The younger man's eyes widened, embarrassment still coloring his
features. "Oh no...Master, it's not you..."
Despite his confusion, Qui-Gon was enjoying his apprentice's
discomfort immensely. Obi-Wan had been glancing sideways at him
most of the morning, usually with a grin on his face.
"Padawan." It was more of a gentle warning than a
statement.
Obi-Wan's face darkened to a deeper shade of red, a smile forming
against his will. He looked away quickly, his gaze wandering
about the practice area. A deafening silence hung between them,
though the training bond they shared was positively humming with
merriment.
"Well, not entirely, anyway..." the younger man finally
finished softly as he deactivated his own light saber and blindly
attached it to his belt, still carefully avoiding eye contact.
Qui-Gon chuckled soundlessly as he watched his apprentice
struggling to regain his composure. Obi-Wan was a very devoted
student of the Jedi Order. His calm, logical demeanor was
reflective of the Jedi nature and a testament to how much he had
already accomplished in his young life. To see him enjoying a
moment of laughter, even at the expense of an important training
session, made the older man's heart sing with happiness. Even
Qui-Gon had to admit the life of a Jedi included precious few
moments such as these.
"I'm sorry, Master," Obi-Wan repeated, finally turning
to look at his mentor. There was genuine regret in his tone.
"It's been a long month, Padawan," Qui-Gon said after
taking a deep breath. "Perhaps we could both benefit from a
day of rest. We'll resume training first thing in the
morning."
The young Jedi looked as though he was about to protest, but then
thought better of it, nodding his head in acquiescence.
The walk back to their shared quarters began in silence. Qui-Gon
glanced at his companion, trying in vain to guess what was
causing such a bemused stir inside the young man. Obi-Wan was the
consummate padawan learner, dedicated and serious in his
discipline. He simply wasn't prone to lapses of control.
"Are you going to share your joke with me, Obi-Wan, or is it
best that I not inquire?" Qui-Gon asked softly.
"Oh, it isn't a joke, Master," the young man responded.
"I was just...contemplating."
The elder Jedi gazed thoughtfully at his apprentice. The grin was
back in full force, he noted. "Contemplation is a worthwhile
pursuit, Padawan. But, I generally find the experience more
enlightening than humorous. May I ask what it is that you've been
contemplating?"
Obi-Wan took a deep breath, his smile softening a bit. "I've
been thinking a lot about the relationship between masters and
apprentices."
So, that's what this is about. A grin tugged at Qui-Gon's mouth
as he listened to his padawan continue.
"It isn't unusual for romantic attachments to form between
them, correct?" Obi-Wan finally met his mentor's gaze.
Qui-Gon had anticipated this conversation for some time. He'd
sensed his apprentice's frustration and confusion, though the
young man had seemed very reluctant to express himself on this
subject until now. The Jedi Master had dealt with Obi-Wan's
teenage infatuation many years before as delicately as possible,
gently explaining that it was impossible for him to return such
amorous feelings. It was forbidden for a Master to accept the
advances of someone who hadn't yet reached their maturity, but
should those same feelings grow and persist into adulthood, it
was considered natural, even healthy for the relationship between
master and apprentice to deepen to an intimate level if both
partners were willing. Obi-Wan was no longer a boy, and although
he'd kept his feelings tightly shielded, Qui-Gon was well aware
of how the young man felt. What Obi-Wan had yet to realize was
how deeply the elder Jedi felt for him, as well. There would be
no tender rejections this time around.
"No, it's not unusual at all, provided the apprentice is
past the age of consent."
Obi-Wan nodded thoughtfully, his smile spreading quickly to his
eyes. Qui-Gon quirked an eyebrow, trying to figure out what his
padawan found so amusing about the subject. The younger man
remained lost in thought until the two of them approached the
door to their quarters.
"There are many Jedi Master and Apprentice pairs that are of
differing species. I'm certain that some of them must be bonded
romantically, but I've often wondered how they manage
to...express their affection," Obi-Wan finished tactfully.
Qui-Gon laughed softly as they stepped inside. "Where
there's a will, there's a way, I'm sure."
"You were Master Yoda's padawan, weren't you?"
The question caught the older man by surprise. He stopped in the
middle of their living area and turned to look at his apprentice.
The grin on Obi-Wan's face was unquestionably mischievous and his
eyes sparkled with laughter. It took a great deal of effort, but
Qui-Gon managed to suppress a smile as he finally realized what
his young companion was leading up to.
"Curiosity can often lead you down unsuitable paths,
Padawan," he warned gently, allowing the warmth in his blue
eyes to express his amusement.
"I understand, Master," Obi-Wan nodded seriously,
though his own eyes were still twinkling. "You don't want to
talk about it."
Qui-Gon feigned confusion. "Talk about what?"
"Your relationship with Master Yoda."
"I never said we had a relationship."
"But you were his padawan learner?"
"Yes."
"Then you never had a romantic relationship with him."
"I didn't say that, either."
"So, you did?"
Qui-Gon gazed evenly at the young man, purposely allowing the
last query to hang in the air. He could tell Obi-Wan was enjoying
the repartee immensely, and, truth be told, he was having just as
much fun avoiding the issue as his padawan was in attempting to
make him confess one way or the other. "Is this what you've
been preoccupied with all day?" he asked as he removed his
robe and laid it across the back of the sofa. "The
possibility of my having experienced an intimate relationship
with my master?"
Obi-Wan remained silent, watching his mentor carefully. The elder
Jedi arched both his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. "It is
a rather intriguing visual," the younger man finally
admitted.
"Physical compatibility isn't necessarily a prerequisite for
sharing love and intimacy," Qui-Gon offered with a disarming
grin as he turned and made his way into the kitchenette.
Obi-Wan stared at him in astonishment. "Then you admit
it!"
"I admit nothing, Padawan," The Jedi Master insisted.
"I'm simply stating a fact."
"This is an incredibly frustrating conversation."
Qui-Gon chuckled as he filled a teapot with water and set it on
the warming plate to boil. "I imagine it is. Will you be
having tea?"
"Thank you, no," the young man answered politely as he
moved to sit down, blue-green eyes scrutinizing his mentor's
every move. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"
The elder Jedi gazed calmly at his companion, both of them
grinning wickedly. It had been far too long since they'd last
shared such a lighthearted discussion. Obi-Wan was a wonderful
apprentice, but he was also headstrong. The questioning would
continue relentlessly unless Qui-Gon brought this conversation to
some kind of meaningful conclusion. "Some things were not
meant to be revealed, my young friend," he began, allowing a
wave of sincerity and affection to flow through their telepathic
link. The younger man's smile deepened as the wash of emotion
enveloped him. The Jedi Master leaned forward, resting his hands
on the counter that separated the living area from the kitchen.
"The bond between a master and apprentice, in any form, is a
very sacred one that must be respected. What you ask of me is
something I would not openly discuss with anyone."
Obi-Wan's smile disappeared slowly, his gaze lowering as
embarrassment overwhelmed him. "You're right, Master; I
shouldn't have pried. I apologize."
Qui-Gon's voice echoed softly through their link, a flood of
reassurance following close behind. I'm not upset, Obi-Wan. I
find your curiosity as well as your persistence quite endearing.
Their eyes met once more, the strength of their bond dissolving
the awkward moment instantly. The Jedi Master's grin widened as
he sensed the mischief return inside his apprentice. "Yes,
Padawan?" he asked, chuckling at the look on his companion's
face.
"I have another question, Master."
"Perhaps this time I will have a suitable answer."
"You mentioned that physical compatibility wasn't necessary
in order to enjoy a fulfilling relationship."
"That's correct," Qui-Gon affirmed.
"But, what if the partners are extremely incompatible on a
physical level, thereby hindering even basic forms of affection?
Wouldn't this be a detriment to the relationship?"
The Jedi Master considered his apprentice's words. The younger
man did have a point. Given their thoroughly different anatomies
and reproductive processes, a wookie and a jawa would be hard
pressed to find a comfortable or pleasurable balance under normal
circumstances. "That's a very valid observation. But,
physical expression isn't always necessary where true love is
concerned. That's something shared between souls, something that
exists on a much deeper level than the mere physical. I would
imagine, though, that you wouldn't find too many extreme species
pairings outside of the Jedi Order. Given our unique abilities,
relationships between Jedi are not hindered by biological
constraints."
Obi-Wan nodded thoughtfully. "So, you're saying that you and
Master Yoda would have been able to enjoy as satisfying an
intimate relationship as two human partners...hypothetically
speaking, of course," he finished, the sparkle in his eyes
deepening.
Qui-Gon met the bemused gaze evenly, trying to gauge just how far
his young apprentice was going to take this. It wasn't like
Obi-Wan to be so blatantly disobedient. "Yes," he
answered, his own eyes conveying another gentle warning.
"Hypothetically speaking..."
"Even without the physical component?" the younger man
challenged.
"There are many different ways to make love, Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon's throat was dry as he spoke. His padawan was obviously
teasing him, challenging him to reveal the nature of his
relationship with the small, venerable Jedi Master. But, that
wasn't all. The bond they shared was pulsating with restrained
emotions on both ends. If it was mere curiosity that drove
Obi-Wan to ask these questions, he would have been satisfied
knowing that his master wished that part of his life to remain
private. This wasn't about past relationships at all; this was
about seduction, plain and simple, with Qui-Gon's dedicated,
compassionate, and, until now, seemingly innocent padawan learner
in complete control.
Padawan? the Jedi Master asked through their link, his
mind-voice filled with anticipation. For so many years he'd
longed to reveal his feelings to the young man, but out of
respect for the master/apprentice relationship, he'd decided that
if there was to be anything further between them, it would have
to be Obi-Wan who reached out first. It certainly seemed as
though he was finally doing so if Qui-Gon was reading the signals
properly, and the elder Jedi found himself both surprised and
delighted by the young man's provocative approach.
"I still don't completely understand," Obi-Wan
insisted, staring boldly into his master's blue eyes. He sent a
wave of amusement laced with affection back through their
training bond.
Qui-Gon responded with another wicked grin. If seduction is
what you wish, my beloved apprentice, he thought to himself, then
seduction you shall have. Reaching out with his mind, the
elder Jedi wrapped delicate Force tendrils around the pleasure
centers in the young man's brain, stimulating them ever so
gently.
Obi-Wan's eyes bulged at the abrupt physical sensations that
began to spread rapidly through his body, a look of absolute
shock replacing the confident grin on his face. He shifted
unconsciously, trying to diffuse the reactions with his own
control. He failed miserably, the sensations becoming more
intense with each attempt. Blood rushed instinctively to his
groin in response to the Force-induced stimulus, his penis
straining proudly against the layers of clothing.
The older man studied his apprentice carefully, relishing in the
sweet torment he offered his companion. Obi-Wan's gaze hadn't
left his own, and the myriad of emotions he saw in those
beautiful blue-greens left no question in his mind that the young
man hadn't been expecting this at all. Qui-Gon didn't move a
muscle as he concentrated on the Force tendrils under his
control. A delicate nudge here, a series of caresses there and he
could sense the younger Jedi's body begin to quiver with
pleasure. Behind him, the sound of gently boiling water barely
registered in his ears.
The soft ring of their door chime interrupted the charged
silence, though it did nothing to disrupt the powerful control
that Qui-Gon held over his apprentice. "Come in," he
called, his voice a study in Jedi calm.
Obi-Wan grasped the arms of his chair tightly in an attempt to
keep his body still. His groin was on fire, the pleasure licking
seductively at him from the inside as the tension continued to
build. He tore his eyes away from his master's relentless gaze to
watch as the door to their quarters slid open, a small, green
form shuffling slowly into the room. No...not now!
"Master Yoda," Qui-Gon greeted warmly as he
deliberately tightened the Force tendrils around Obi-Wan's
pleasure centers. Through their bond, he could sense his
apprentice's body responding in kind. A surprised sound escaped
the young man's throat causing the small Jedi to stop where he
was and look up, eyes narrowing as he took in Obi-Wan's
appearance.
"Greetings, Master," the young padawan acknowledged,
moving to stand so he could offer his respects. A tiny, green
hand stopped him in his tracks, the gesture clearly indicating
that he should remain seated. Relief coursed through Obi-Wan. He
was aroused to the point of being painful; hiding that fact while
seated was enough of a challenge, even with his robe on.
Yoda breathed in deeply, his ears lowering as he turned to
observe his former padawan. Qui-Gon moved around the counter into
the living area, kneeling respectfully in front of the aged
master. "To what do we owe the honor of this visit, my
Master?"
Never one for beating around the bush, Yoda trained a stern gaze
on Qui-Gon. "Broadcasting loudly enough to disrupt the
children in the creche, you both are," he scolded.
Panic seized Obi-Wan. He hadn't been consciously thinking about
his shields since before their thought-provoking conversation
began. He could have easily been transmitting his thoughts
without realizing it, especially in the last few minutes. Closing
his eyes, he fought desperately to center himself, reaching out
to the Force with all the control he had left. He was promptly
met with another surge of pleasure that nearly took his breath
away. His body was rapidly approaching the point of physical
release, and there didn't appear to be anything he could do to
stop it.
"You must be mistaken," Qui-Gon smiled politely at his
former master. "Obi-Wan and I have been fully shielded all
morning. I don't believe that anyone could have overheard our
thoughts."
Thank you, Master... the young Jedi whispered breathlessly
through their link, relief washing over him. He should have known
Qui-Gon wouldn't have allowed their playful antics to be sensed
by the rest of the Jedi population. Obi-Wan opened his eyes again
and turned to stare helplessly out the window on the far side of
the living area. Outside, the well-organized chaos that defined
Coruscant continued in full splendor, all the millions of beings
blissfully unaware that something extraordinary was happening
between one particular Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice.
"So certain, are you?" There was no mistaking the tone
in Yoda's voice as he spoke. Qui-Gon's grin broadened as he tuned
the Force tendrils to the sound of the teapot, intensifying the
stimulation accordingly. His gaze never wavered from Yoda's, his
former master still scrutinizing him thoroughly. In the kitchen,
the teapot began to wail softly.
The Jedi apprentice's body shuddered reflexively, the sound of
his ragged breathing loud in his own ears. His penis twitched
once, then again, muscles tightening in sweet anticipation. The
sound of his heartbeat was so loud that he was sure everyone in
the room could hear. His hands shook as he tried to steady
himself against the approaching tide of pleasure, but the effort
was pointless. There was no way he would be able to resist.
"I'm quite certain, Master," Qui-Gon assured the small
Jedi standing before him. He could feel Yoda gently probing their
shields, though he made no move to penetrate them as the soft
sound of the teapot rose quickly to a shrill scream in the
background.
Obi-Wan suddenly sprang from his seat, his face flushed with a
combination of excitement and embarrassment. He quickly gathered
his robe around him, effectively hiding his arousal and bowed
respectfully to both Jedi. "If you'll excuse me,
masters," he began in a shaky voice, "there's something
I must attend to." Without waiting for a reply, the young
man headed for his room as quickly as he could without looking
suspicious, disappearing soundlessly behind the door.
Yoda watched the young man's hasty exit with much interest, eyes
wide with curiosity. When he finally turned back around, he found
his former apprentice watching him, a delighted expression on his
face.
"Tea?" Qui-Gon asked calmly.
Obi-Wan sank to his knees once inside the safety of his room. His
upper body fell forward, left arm resting against the floor. He
buried his face in the crook of his arm, his right hand finding
the bulge in his trousers just as he climaxed hard.
His whole body shuddered under the dark robe that covered him
like a blanket, his ragged breathing mixed with soft sounds of
pleasure. Fingers massaged swollen flesh through the material,
coaxing his orgasm to continue even as he struggled to keep
quiet. The Force-induced rapture was unlike any sexual experience
he'd ever had. It felt like his body was melting and reforming
anew again and again, wrapped protectively in the embrace of the
Living Force. It was a magnificent feeling, one the young Jedi
wished could last forever.
Tears welled behind tightly closed eyes as the pleasure ebbed
away, his body settling slowly. He was nothing more than an
exhausted puddle of flesh by the time his breathing returned to
normal. Reaching out slowly, he tested the training bond he
shared with Qui-Gon. A privacy shield had been carefully erected
from his master's end, effectively allowing him to enjoy the
experience in solitude. Yoda's presence was still strong; Qui-Gon
undoubtedly had his hands full. How he'd managed to shield
everything that was going on from the small Jedi Master was
beyond Obi-Wan's comprehension. I have much to learn... he
thought wryly.
With one last deep breath, the young apprentice pushed himself to
a kneeling position. He rubbed his groin gently before finally
letting go, causing a weak aftershock to ripple through tired
muscles. The wetness he felt prompted his body into action. He
needed a shower and some clean clothing.
As he undressed, his thoughts turned to his master. He'd wanted
so much to tell the older man how he felt, that he loved him and
wanted to share his life with him, not just as master and
apprentice, but as lovers as well. Obi-Wan had felt that way as
long as he could remember. As an adolescent, he'd foolishly
expressed his feelings in all the wrong ways, making their
training relationship awkward for months before Qui-Gon finally
addressed the issue. His master's patience and understanding had
mended his broken heart, solidifying the foundation that would
eventually nurture the more mature affection that Obi-Wan now
felt for the man. He loved Qui-Gon with all his heart.
Things had not happened at all like Obi-Wan had intended for this
day: a bit of teasing to lighten the mood followed by a deep
conversation to rekindle their bond...a confession tactfully
placed to allow his master to know how he felt. It sounded so
simple in theory. Instead, his imagination had gone off the deep
end, twisting his intentions with wicked humor that quickly had
him backed into the proverbial corner, unable to control the
carefully placed Force fingers that had touched him so
seductively.
Obi-Wan leaned his head wearily against the side of the shower,
chuckling softly. The warm water cascaded over him, washing away
all his uncertainty. Unless Qui-Gon was suddenly interested in
cruel and unusual punishment, there could be no doubt that his
master felt the same affection for him. He'd wondered for years
about what would happen when he finally approached the older man,
a part of him always afraid of being turned away once more. It
had taken him this long to realize that offering his heart to
Qui-Gon was as much a gift to himself as it was to his master, a
selfless gift that asked for nothing in return. This time Obi-Wan
had been prepared to accept rejection, to continue to offer his
undying support and devotion to his beloved master even if he
couldn't have his love. Imagine his surprise when those beautiful
blue eyes gazed back at him with the same passionate sparkle that
was mirrored in his own...
Yoda narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, banging his gimmer
stick loudly on the floor. "Extremely frustrating you are,
Qui-Gon."
The tall Jedi met his master's gaze evenly as he pulled the
teapot off the warming plate, the whistle finally fading into
silence. "That appears to be the general consensus
today."
"Tease the boy, you should not."
"He's hardly a boy."
"Oh..." Yoda's eyes widened, his ears rising until they
were nearly vertical. "Finally noticed, you have?"
Qui-Gon shook his head in amusement as he poured hot water into
his teacup. His aged master wasn't exactly known for his
subtlety. "And what makes you think I'm teasing him?"
"See it, I can."
A grin slowly appeared on his former padawan's face, bright eyes
full of laughter. "Then you haven't actually sensed
anything?"
Yoda scowled at the taller man. "Reinforced your shields,
you did."
"I did, yes," Qui-Gon confirmed as he swirled a tea bag
in his hot water.
"Not many reasons, there are, why you would do this."
"That's true."
The small Jedi Master hurrumphed softly at the lack of
explanation. "Trying to hide something, you are,
hmmmmm?"
He's worse than Obi-Wan... Qui-Gon thought wryly. He
paused, taking a sip of his tea as he continued to meet his
master's gaze unflinchingly. For all his centuries of experience,
Yoda still had an intense, childlike curiosity that his former
padawan was very familiar with. Right now, the slight twitch of
his ears was a dead giveaway that the ancient master was almost
bursting with the need to know. "Perhaps I've simply engaged
my apprentice in a very difficult lesson concerning matters of
control, and I didn't wish the rest of the temple to be
distracted should Obi-Wan make an error," Qui-Gon finally
answered. "You must remember several such exercises from
when you were training me?" It really wasn't that far from
the truth.
The elder Jedi exhaled loudly in frustration, narrowing his eyes
even further as their stare-down continued. "Not going to
tell me, you are."
"Tell you what?" Qui-Gon asked innocently.
"That bonded intimately, you and Obi-Wan are."
"I never suggested that we were bonded intimately."
"Then share an intimate bond, you do not?"
"I didn't say that either." Deja vu.
"Admit it, you do, then!"
Setting his teacup down, Qui-Gon leaned against the counter and
folded his arms across his chest, desperately fighting the urge
to laugh out loud. The look on Yoda's face was priceless.
"You've been trying to get me to admit having amorous
feelings for my Padawan since well before such sentiments were
even proper. You know what my answer will be."
"Seek the truth, I do! Understand your denial, I do
not."
A moment of silence passed before Qui-Gon finally asked,
"May I ask why is this so important to you, Master?"
The small Jedi's features softened as he gazed upon his former
padawan learner. Stretching out with the Force, he sent a tiny
thread of emotion through the training bond they'd once shared,
opening a connection that had long remained silent. "A long
time alone, you have been," he spoke softly.
Qui-Gon allowed the affection to wash over him, deeply touched by
the gesture. He smiled, moving into the other room where he once
again knelt before his master. "Yes," he admitted.
"Foresee a bright future, I do, for young Obi-Wan. Good for
you, he would be."
The tall Jedi regarded Yoda quietly, warmth and amusement in his
expression. He sent a tendril of affection back through their
link, watching as it sparkled in his master's eyes. "I
appreciate your compassion, Master. Your words of wisdom have
always guided me faithfully. But, even if I did choose to pursue
a relationship with Obi-Wan, I would not discuss the matter with
anyone."
The small Jedi hurrumphed again, feigning indignation. "With
your former master, not even?"
Qui-Gon smiled at the small being in front of him, recognizing
his ploy instantly. "Not even with my former master,"
he affirmed gently. "As you know, the bond between a master
and apprentice is a very sacred one that must be respected."
Yoda's face brightened as he listened to his former apprentice
repeat the words he himself had spoken so long ago. "Learned
well, you have," he said finally, nodding his head in
approval.
"My teacher was very wise," Qui-Gon grinned.
The elder Jedi took a long moment to study his companion before
speaking again. "May the Force be with you and your padawan
learner, Qui-Gon," he offered, his eyes still twinkling.
"May the Force be with you, as well, my Master."
Qui-Gon bowed his head respectfully as Yoda turned and shuffled
back toward the door. He felt another small wash of affection
envelop him before their training bond began to fade once more,
settling quietly in the distant recesses of the Force. Then the
venerable Jedi Master was gone, the door closing silently behind
him. Qui-Gon stared absently at the floor, trying to absorb
everything that had happened so far. His eyes wandered to the
door that separated the living area from his padawan's room, the
faint sound of a running shower finally registering in his ears.
Obi-Wan sat cross-legged on his bed, carefully braiding the long
strands of hair that marked his journey as a padawan learner. The
bond he shared with his master had reopened fully some time ago,
the privacy shield dissipating so slowly that Obi-Wan hadn't even
been aware of the change. A gentle echo of affection was still
present, though neither of them had actively reached out through
the link. He could sense Qui-Gon's presence strongly, his warm
feeling of happiness making the young man smile.
He wasn't surprised when he heard a knock on his door a few
minutes later, having sensed his master approaching. Please
come in, he sent through their bond. The door opened and
Qui-Gon stepped in, a soft smile on his face. The sight of him
made Obi-Wan's groin tighten reflexively, but he suppressed the
reaction, grateful to feel his body responding to his own
commands once more.
Their eyes met as the Jedi Master approached, but no words were
spoken. The emotions they each saw and felt in each other were
all that was necessary. Qui-Gon folded one leg underneath himself
as he sat beside Obi-Wan on the bed. He reached out, taking his
padawan's unfinished braid into his large hands. The younger man
smiled as he watched his master wrap the damp strands of hair
delicately around one another, a seemingly difficult task given
how long and thick his fingers were. But, Qui-Gon made it look
effortless.
"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan ventured softly as the
older man secured the end of the braid with a small band. He felt
himself drowning in magnificent blue eyes as Qui-Gon looked up
and smiled at him. Long moments passed as the two men gazed
deeply at each other. There was so much Obi-Wan wanted to say,
but he remained transfixed by the love he saw shining in his
master's face, unable to put even simple words to the enormous
flood of emotion swirling inside him.
"You have a rather impressive strategy for capturing
someone's attention, my Padawan," the elder Jedi finally
spoke, laying the finished braid gently against his apprentice's
tunic.
Obi-Wan blushed furiously, a grin spreading quickly across his
face. "I would have to say that your strategy is far
more effective, Master."
Qui-Gon's laughter rang through the small room. "So it
is," he agreed. His face softened then as he placed a hand
on the young man's shoulder, squeezing affectionately. "What
made you choose to take this path today, Obi-Wan? There's been an
undercurrent of attraction between us for some time now, but I've
always sensed something was holding you back."
"Fear," the young apprentice admitted, looking down at
his hands. "Fear of being refused once again."
His honesty touched Qui-Gon deeply. "You do understand that
my actions during your adolescence were the only options open to
me at the time?"
"Of course, Master; I understand that completely, but there
was also a chance that you simply didn't feel the same kind of
affection for me that I felt for you. I was almost content to
just stay submerged in my fantasy, to pretend that you really did
love me as a man and not just as your apprentice."
"Almost?"
Obi-Wan looked up, meeting his master's gaze. "It's hard to
reach out and touch a fantasy," he said, his right hand
moving to demonstrate his point. The older man's beard scratched
lightly against his fingers. Qui-Gon closed his eyes, leaning
into his apprentice's gentle touch.
"Today is the anniversary of the day you chose me as your
padawan learner," the young Jedi continued, smiling as his
mentor opened his eyes again. There was understanding written in
the crystalline blues. "On that day, you welcomed me into
your life, offering me your love and support as I began my
journey along this path. Over the years, I grew to love you very
deeply, and in ways that went far beyond our master/apprentice
relationship. Your presence in my life is the greatest gift I
could have ever asked for. I wanted to offer you a gift in return
- my own unconditional love and support, one man to
another."
Tears gathered in Qui-Gon's eyes as he listened. "That's a
remarkable gift to offer, Obi-Wan, especially considering the
doubts you've lived with."
"Whether or not you returned my feelings suddenly wasn't as
important to me as making sure you knew how much you were loved.
It was a risk worth taking, Master."
Qui-Gon smiled, taking his apprentice's hand in his own. Their
fingers twined as the elder Jedi leaned closer to his young
companion and whispered, "I accept your gift with all my
heart, Obi-Wan. Let this day mark another new beginning for us
both."
Their lips met in unhurried desire, the intimacy of the moment
causing both their pulses to quicken. Obi-Wan moaned softly as he
reached for Qui-Gon with eager fingers, touching the older man's
face all over as if to reassure himself that this wasn't just
another fantasy. The Jedi Master chuckled at his padawan's
tactile examination. Reaching out, he wrapped long arms around
the Obi-Wan and pulled him closer, helping to solidify the young
man's new reality as their kiss deepened.
Obi-Wan's touch grew bolder, fingers sliding sensuously down the
front of Qui-Gon's tunic, touching and teasing mercilessly until
the elder Jedi finally pulled away, catching his apprentice's
hands in his own. "Patience, my love," he offered
breathlessly. "The slower this relationship builds, the
sweeter the rewards will be."
Obi-Wan took a deep, steadying breath, closing his eyes as he
fought to control his body's reactions once more. "Oh,
that's going to be difficult."
"Yes, it will. But, if today is any indication, think of how
much fun we'll have," Qui-Gon grinned.
The young apprentice couldn't help but laugh as he reopened his
eyes to look at his master. The older man's expression was filled
with mischief.
"Master?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan?"
"I have another question."
Qui-Gon continued to smile, though his eyes narrowed in
suspicion.
"Would you teach me your particular method of capturing
someone's...attention?" the younger man asked playfully.
"I should think that would be a very valuable technique to
learn."
"I think that could be arranged," the Jedi Master
chuckled. "But, it's a difficult lesson to master; long
hours of practice may be required."
Obi-Wan grinned impishly. "I look forward to the
challenge."
Qui-Gon reached up and cupped his padawan's face in his palm,
stroking his cheek gently. "We have much to think about, my
love."
"More contemplation?" The question was laced with
amusement.
"More contemplation," the older man affirmed.
"Will you join me this time?" Obi-Wan asked, his eyes
sparkling.
It only took a moment for Qui-Gon to consider the request before
shifting to remove his boots. Sliding all the way onto the bed,
he folded his long legs underneath him in the same fashion as his
padawan. Sitting side by side with their knees touching, the two
men gazed affectionately at each other for a moment longer before
closing their eyes. Slow, deep breaths synchronized automatically
as they drifted into their respective meditations, each of them
reaching out and joining with the the Force that swirled around
them.
Elsewhere in the temple, a small form paused in the middle of a
secluded hallway, aged eyes narrowing in concentration. The
reinforced shields he'd sensed earlier were beginning to
dissipate, releasing a steady flow of peace, serenity...and love
into the Force.
Taking a deep breath, the ancient Jedi Master's face relaxed into
an expression of contentment. "Right, I was," he
chuckled, the soft click of his gimmer stick echoing quietly as
he continued on his way.
~ * ~ finis ~ * ~