Archive: Master and Apprentice, yes; anyone else who wants it,
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Warning: Caffeine, caffeine, and caffeine.
Sugar-infested caffeine, at that.
Summary: A trip to Corellia, a couple of mugs of Instant Perk,
and a tale of origin about the miracle drug called "coffee."
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns all the known Star Wars stuff
mentioned. I own the smart-assed sense of humor that put this
story down the way it is. History owns itself.
Author's Note: I watched The Learning Channel once at random
and I believe the Force was at work, for the piece of history
being given was the origin of coffee, and how it came about.
Now, the way it was told was rather on the dry side and a tad
unentertaining - surprising, since this is coffee we're talking
about - so I told it my way. Or maybe it's the coffee
talking; after four travel sized mugs full of high-octane,
sugar-infested Happy Perk, it's highly possible. Either way,
this particular story idea came about while trying desperately
to come up with the ending for my WIP fic. Still not done yet,
I'm working on it, don't kill me.
Feedback: (waves hand in reader's general direction and grins)
Praise. Gimme it. Lots of it. Now. rogue10@hotmail.com And when
you're done with that, if you could give me the number for the
space station so they can FedEx my eyebrows back to me...
"Rain. Good old rain. Good old freezing, soaking the skin and
everything else, rain. Good old catch a quick, inconvenient
cold, rain. Good old-"
"Obi-Wan ... enough," Qui-Gon growled as he led the way through
the pouring, freezing cold precipitation they had been caught
under.
"Yes, Master," came the forcibly subdued reply.
The Jedi Master sighed. They had been assigned to come to
Corellia to pick up some data wafers for the Council that
needed Jedi bodyguards. On the way from the spaceport at the
edge of town, the clouds that had looked threatening overhead
had let loose with a vengeance. Expecting to be on Corellia for
a day at most, neither of them had brought their wet weather
gear, even though Corellia was in its rainy season. They were
walking through town now, passing through the last of the
residential section, and therefore there was no shelter they
could legally duck into to take refuge from the deluge and the
day was growing quickly darker as dusk settled in.
Suddenly, through the downpour, Qui-Gon blinked as he thought
he caught a whiff of something familiar. Sharpening his senses,
he sniffed again, then smiled in appreciation. "Come along,
Padawan; there's a coffee shop ahead of us. We can stop in and
get something warm to drink and wait for the storm to disperse
as we dry off."
"Lead on, Master, but please lead quickly," was the reply from
behind him, the modulated tones inflected with warmth and
impishness.
Sighing, shaking his head and chuckling slightly, Qui-Gon did
as he was asked and quickly led them another two blocks until
they came upon a well-lit store, warmth and good smells coming
out of it. Above them, the sign had no written name, but was
painted with the image of what appeared to be a star and a
couple of full-grown male deer. The two Jedi looked at each
other, shrugged, and walked inside.
The shop was empty, surprisingly. The proprietress looked up
from doing something behind the counter and saw them. Her jaw
dropped open.
Qui-Gon immediately put on his most charming smile and spread
his hands slightly to show he intended no mischief. "Please,
excuse us, ma'am. We are sorry for dripping on your floors like
this, but..."
"Lordy!" the woman said, hurrying out from behind her counter.
She peered out the window, grimaced at the rain, and then
turned to the Jedi. Tsk-ing slightly, she said, "You poor guys,
caught out in a downpour like that. Here, gimme your cloaks and
wait here a moment. I'll hang these up by the heat vents so
they can dry out and bring you some blankets." Taking the robes
the two men handed her, she bustled off through a doorway at
the back of the shop.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan grinned at each other, then took off their
boots and set them aside to dry so they wouldn't track mud and
water everywhere. The woman was back in no time at all, holding
out fuzzy, thick blankets for them to wrap up in. They did so
gratefully, bowing and thanking her, and she beamed at them
happily. Pointing to a cozy alcove where discreet heat vents
surrounded comfortable-looking armchairs and small tables, she
said, "Why don't you fellas go sit down over there, hmm? Can I
get you anything to drink or eat? It's on the house."
"Thank you, ma'am, but we shouldn't-"
"Oh, go on," she interrupted. "Won't bother me at all. Now,
what would you like?"
The Jedi exchanged glances, then they both smiled at her. She
found herself breathing a little faster, her heart beating a
little harder, as she realized how handsome the two men were.
"Well, thank you, then. We would like some coffee and a pastry
for each of us, if that's alright," Qui-Gon said.
"Chocolate, if you have it, please?" Obi-Wan added.
"The coffee or the pastry?"
Obi-Wan blinked. "There's chocolate coffee?"
She grinned at him and said, "Go sit down, honey, and I'll
bring your orders over." With that, she turned and walked
around her counter and began pulling down mugs and reaching for
a coffeepot.
Grinning, Qui-Gon turned and headed for the largest
comfortable-looking chair. "Come along, Obi-Wan," he murmured.
Shaking himself out of his stupor, he murmured, "Yes, Master,"
and followed the older man, settling himself into a chair
beside him with a sigh of gratitude.
Ten minutes later, the woman came back carrying a tray laden
with three drinks and three pastries. "If you fellas don't mind
some company, I'll join you," she said. "I was getting a mite
lonesome anyway, all by myself."
Qui-Gon graciously inclined his head. "Please, ma'am, do join
us. And thank you for your hospitality."
The woman blushed slightly, then grinned, shrugged her
shoulders, and said, "You Jedi are so darned polite! At any
rate, sweetheart, you're welcome."
Obi-Wan near choked on his sip of chocolate-flavored coffee as
he watched the middle-aged, plump, housewife-material woman
flirt with his master. He turned the choked-off laughter into a
cough so smoothly that the proprietress couldn't tell the
difference, although Obi-Wan felt a heavy, large foot nudge his
shin.
"Is it good, sweetie?" she asked him solicitously, and he
nodded, grinning.
"Yes, ma'am, it's very good. Two of some of my favorite flavors
combined; can't beat that with a stick," he replied. A moment
later, in his mind, he heard his master's mental voice along
their training bond, asking, Just out of curiosity,
what's your most favorite flavor?
With a perfectly straight face, still smiling at their hostess,
Obi-Wan sent his master and lover an image of himself
swallowing Qui-Gon's seed as his lover came in his mouth.
Qui-Gon abruptly coughed, turning away slightly to hide his
reddened face and sudden arousal.
"Are you all right, my Master?" Obi-Wan inquired politely.
"Yes, Padawan, I am fine," the rich voice replied calmly. The
look in the dark blue eyes promised extreme retribution at a
more suitable time, however. Obi-Wan sent a chuckle along their
training bond, then turned back to their hostess as she settled
into a chair opposite them.
"What does Padawan mean, anyway, if you don't mind me asking?"
she said. "I've always wondered, but no one's ever had time or
inclination to tell me."
"It means 'apprentice' or 'student' in the Jedi Order, ma'am,"
Qui-Gon replied. "In the early days, it meant 'cherished
student' or 'most favored student'."
"Call me Lindy," she answered easily. Then she glanced at
Obi-Wan, then back to Qui-Gon, and asked, "It doesn't mean that
anymore?"
"Well, yes, actually, but we shortened it to the less formal
'apprentice/ student'," he said. "I suppose we take it for
granted that the young Initiates who are gifted with the title
of Padawan know that they are loved by their master." Qui-Gon
looked over at his student and smiled with obvious warmth as he
added, "It is rather hard to take my student for granted,
however, as I am most grateful for each day he is with me."
Obi-Wan blushed slightly and dropped his eyes to the warm mug
he held in his hands, smiling softly.
Lindy smiled brightly and sighed softly. That was just so
sweet! Then the older sexy man captured her attention again.
"Forgive my manners, Lindy. My name is Qui-Gon Jinn and this is
my student, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
She shook hands with each of them, enjoying their warm, firm
grips, then said, "Nice to meet you; I don't see many Jedi, but
I've always made it a point to pamper y'all when your lot come
through here. I know you run around all over the place, taking
care of lots of people, so I figure it couldn't hurt to return
the favor just a little."
"We are most appreciative of it, Lindy," Obi-Wan said with a
warm smile. He took another sip of his coffee and then asked,
"What is the name of your store? Does the sign out front mean
anything?"
Lindy shrugged. "It means anything the customers want it to
mean. This store is called a lot of things; mostly, it's called
'good'."
"I can believe it," Qui-Gon replied after taking a bite of the
fresh hot pastry. It was flaky, richly buttered bread wrapped
into a roll with a thin layer of chocolate coating the inside.
Very delicious.
"Are you fellas here long?" she asked, sipping on her own
coffee.
"No, we're only going to be here for a day or so at the most.
We were on our way to the Prime Ministry building when we got
caught in the downpour about eight blocks back."
"Yeesh. No wonder you're soaked. This storm is going to last a
long while, too. Tell you what: You can stay here until you're
dry and rested and have taken the time to enjoy your drinks,
then I'll close down shop and take you to the building in my
'speeder, what do you say?" she said.
"Now, Lindy, that is far too generous..." Qui-Gon began, but
she cut him off.
"It's almost time for me to close down shop anyway. By the time
you're ready to go, I'll be ready, too. There isn't any point
in letting you dry off just to send you right back out into
that mess again. If you're worried about paying me back, why
not just drop in and have breakfast here with me tomorrow, the
two of you? If you can, that is. If not, then stop by and see
me the next time you're on Corellia."
Obi-Wan looked at his master and nodded his agreement when
Qui-Gon silently asked his opinion. The young man liked the
talkative plump woman who ran the coffee shop, and he could
tell Qui-Gon liked her as well. He took another sip of his
coffee and settled back with a sigh as Qui-Gon said, "Breakfast
it is, then, Lindy. We look forward to it, thank you."
She beamed happily at them and then took a bite of her own
pastry, a muffin of some citrus flavor, from the smell of it.
They were quiet for a few moments, then Obi-Wan, gazing at the
coffee in his large mug, said, "I wonder how coffee was first
discovered."
Lindy started snickering and they both gazed at her
inquiringly. She grinned at them and said, "As it so happens, I
know the history of that. Would you like to hear it?"
They grinned back and sat up a little straighter. "Sure,"
Obi-Wan answered.
"This sounds as though it will be entertaining," Qui-Gon added.
"It's about coffee; of course it's going to be
entertaining!" she laughed, then cleared her throat and paused,
taking a moment to compose her story.
"Alright, it goes like this. Way long time ago, back when the
Great Bean was discovered - coffee bean, that is - it was
during a time when the Church of Kath'o'lix were rather ...
stodgy and set in their ways. Rather close-minded about certain
things. They had the idea that anything that tasted really good
must have been from the Diveel himself, and that anything that
tasted like week-old, unwashed gym shorts was Divine
Intervention. You can guess what they thought of coffee; among
other things, it was banned as being 'an inducement to mortal
sin.' Hah! As if Man needed the help!"
The two Jedi hid their smiled behind their coffee cups; they
were intimately familiar with dealing with the sins of sentient
beings.
"Anyway, eventually, the leader of the Kath'o'lix gave in to
temptation. However, not wanting to be seen as weak-minded or
weak-willed, he found a loophole to use. One day he said to his
advisors, 'I have a great idea. What do you say we Baptize the
Bean, turn coffee to the Side of the Celestial Spirits, and
that way when we get wired first thing in the morning, we won't
give our souls away to the Archfiend? What do you say, peons?'
Of course, his advisors thought he was a very wise man; why, he
spoke daily with the Master of the Universe! He must surely be
on the Path of Salvation! So they 'made it so' and Baptized the
Bean to drive out the unholy demons of good taste in such a way
as to keep the taste but lose the side effects. You can see how
well that worked, but anyway. So now, when anyone has a dose of
high-octane perkage to the point that they send their eyebrows
rocketing to the ceiling, it is considered an expression of
thanks and homage to the Great Bean and its Creator."
There were a few moments of silence and then Qui-Gon and
Obi-Wan began snickering. Pretty soon, they were laughing
uproariously as Lindy watched with amused patience. Eventually,
they calmed down, and Qui-Gon said to her, "Our apologies ...
no offense intended, but you told that story so well...!"
"Of course I'm not offended, honey," she told him patiently.
"That was the reaction I was going for; after all, why else
would I be so flippant about a religious story?"
The two men nodded, still snickering occasionally, and then
Qui-Gon set down his coffee cup and stretched. "Do you have
sanitary facilities in here, Lindy? I'm afraid I have need of
them."
"I do as well," Obi-Wan murmured, though he was quite well
aware of the tight-band projection of arousal his lover was
sending along their training bond.
"Oh, certainly. Sorry, I should've mentioned that earlier in
case you had needed it. I'm so aware of things today, aren't I?
Anyway, over there on the far wall, go through that door, turn
left, and it's the room at the end of the hall. There's two
stalls in there so you won't have to wait," she replied easily.
"Thank you, Lindy; we'll return shortly. The coffee and snacks
were delicious," the Jedi Master said, and rose from his chair.
The two men walked casually through the door and down the
hallway. Qui-Gon entered the restroom first, followed by
Obi-Wan. The younger man moved far enough into the room then
heard the sound of the outer door closing and locking with a
click. He turned and found Qui-Gon staring at him intently, his
dark blue eyes blazing with lust. Trembling slightly, he lifted
his arms as the older man walked forward and roughly pulled him
forward, jerking him hard against the tall, broad body as that
sensual mouth came down and took his hungrily.
Wrapping his arms around his lover's neck, Obi-Wan hung on and
kissed Qui-Gon back as deeply as he was being kissed, tasting
the remnants of coffee and chocolate mingling with the older
man's own delicious taste, and moaned slightly.
Qui-Gon shivered hard, then lifted his young lover slightly and
carefully lowered him to the floor, following him down, laying
atop the body he loved and grinding his hips against his
lover's. Pulling his mouth from Obi-Wan's when the younger man
moaned sweetly, he whispered in his ear, "You wanton little
tease; giving me that image so I had nothing else in my mind to
see except your mouth on me, pleasuring me. I want that; I want
that right now, with you, want to do it to you."
"Yes," Obi-Wan groaned, pulling Qui-Gon's head up so he could
nip and taste his lover's mouth. "*Yesssss...*"
Quickly, Qui-Gon pulled free of his lover's embrace and moved
lower, pushing tunics and sash aside so he could reach the
fastenings of the young man's trousers. He undid them and the
thick, engorged cock sprang free, already weeping copiously.
His mouth watered at the sight and he held it in one hand as he
lowered his hot, wet mouth down over the head, taking the shaft
deep inside.
Obi-Wan moaned quietly and scissored his legs around his
lover's neck, trapping him as he swallowed around his shaft,
Qui-Gon's intent on but one purpose. He was tasting of the
younger man, giving him pleasure as he took his own. He
fingered Obi-Wan's anus and the Padawan moaned again and rolled
his hips. Then Qui-Gon slid around like an acrobat, all his
weight on one hand as his legs moved lithely out from under him
and he balanced above his young lover. Reaching down, he moved
his tunics and sash aside and yanked open his own trousers,
allowing his phallus to fall free of its confines, right above
Obi-Wan's face.
He watched Qui-Gon's penis lowering to his lips and he opened
his mouth. It entered smoothly and at the same time, Qui-Gon
sucked slightly harder on his young lover's cock. The older man
kept his hips poised above his lover and the only sounds in the
room were those of his tongue and Obi-Wan's. Everything was
forgotten as they concentrated on each other's fulfillment, on
giving and taking and giving and taking again.
In very little time, the two men were struggling to keep their
moans and cries muffled as first Obi-Wan, then Qui-Gon,
orgasmed together, drinking each other's seed deeply as they
suckled on the other's cocks, milking every ounce of pleasure
they could from the other. Finally, they both sagged in
exhausted relief with tiny sighs.
Long moments later, they managed to get their strength back and
disengage from each other. They stood, rearranged their
clothing after washing up, then walked slowly and calmly back
out to the common room of the coffee shop. They looked around,
wondering where Lindy had gotten herself off to, when she came
out from the door near the back wall, carrying their robes. She
had her own jacket on and she grinned at them.
"Here they are, all nice and dry! Come along, now, and I'll get
you to the Prime Ministry building," she said as they shrugged
into their Jedi wear.
Leaving the coffee shop, Lindy shut off all the lights and then
code-locked the door. She led the way to a small, two-person
speeder that was parked in a garage attached to the back of the
building. She glanced at the Jedi. "If it wouldn't be a
problem, Obi-Wan, you can sit on your master's lap on the way
there. You'll have to scrunch down a bit, but..."
He gave her a charming smile and said, "That'll be fine,
Lindy." Then he turned away to hide a blush as his master's
mental voice said to him, Oh, please do sit on my lap, my
love. This was accompanied by a wicked chuckle.
Obi-Wan sighed quietly and then waited while Qui-Gon climbed
into the speeder on the passenger side, then climbed in and
settled himself sideways, his legs tucked up and his head
nestled on Qui-Gon's shoulder. He nearly purred when long,
strong arms that have always meant safety and warmth and care
to him wrapped around him, holding him close against that warm,
broad chest. He felt tender amusement along their training bond
and let his own flow back to his lover. As Lindy activated the
energy shield canopy to keep the rain out and then took them
out into the rainy night, Qui-Gon sighed a soft, contented sigh
in his young lover's ear and pressed an inconspicuous kiss to
the hair above said ear.
The ride to the building wasn't long and shortly Lindy pulled
up so that the speeder was parked under an overhang, allowing
them to get out without getting soaked again.
"You all come see me tomorrow morning, alright?" she reminded
them as she deactivated the canopy.
"Our word on it," Qui-Gon replied, smiling.
Surprising her, Obi-Wan leaned over and kissed her cheek, then
pulled back. He gave her an impish smile and said, "Thank you,
Lindy; you've been an absolute angel to us this evening." Then
he climbed out quickly.
Lindy blushed and made a shooing gesture. "Oh, go on with you,"
she murmured.
Qui-Gon chuckled, took hold of her hand, kissed it, then
climbed out as well. "See you in the morning," he said, then
made a sweeping gesture at his apprentice to follow him. They
disappeared into the shadows and she sighed quietly, then
reactivated the canopy and drove out into the rain, heading
home.
Entering a long, softly lit tunnel that would take them into
the building, Qui-Gon looked down at his young lover and raised
an eyebrow. "What was with the kiss?" he asked quietly.
Obi-Wan grinned back at him. "Merely using lessons from the
Qui-Gon School of Charm."
A moment later, Qui-Gon had his young lover bent back in his
arms and was kissing him thoroughly, slowly, tasting him, then
pulled back enough to smile down at the stunned young man
lazily. "And there is your final exam," he murmured. "You may
take your test later with me this evening; I'll let you know
then if you've passed or not." So saying, he released Obi-Wan
and began to walk toward the building once again.
Kenobi slumped against the wall breathlessly and muttered,
"Cheater."
Qui-Gon's chuckle echoed through the tunnel as he pushed
himself to his feet and hurried to catch up.
EPILOGUE
"Ahhhh, that was a delicious breakfast," Qui-Gon said, grinning
as he stretched and sat back, eminently satisfied.
"Def'n'ly," Obi-Wan mumbled around a mouthful of buttered
muffin.
"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," Lindy said quietly, then glanced
down at the missive that lay beside her on the table. The two
Jedi had brought it with them when they had shown up for
breakfast that morning. "I still can't believe you told the
Prime Minister that my food and coffee was so good that I was
given the funds and license to create a chain of them!"
"It wasn't our suggestion, Lindy," Obi-Wan said after
swallowing his mouthful. "We merely told him that you had taken
us in from the storm, fed us, dried us off, then taken us to
our appointment. The Prime Minister is the one who thought of
it."
She gave him a look that let him know he hadn't fooled her at
all and he grinned unrepentantly and shrugged. "Okay, so he
decided to reward you for being a civic-minded citizen and
playing hostess to a couple of drowned-rat Jedi," he added.
Qui-Gon laughed softly at that as Lindy giggled, then he caught
her gaze and said, "Lindy, I was hoping you would give
permission if we took your story about the coffee back with us
to the Jedi Temple and had it entered into our reference
system?"
The woman gaped at him and then she blinked and shook her head
slightly. "I .... uh, of course! I mean, if you want to, go
right ahead, but..."
"Oh, good. I wrote it down from memory last night before I went
to sleep; it was simply too good to not make note of," he
murmured. He grinned at her and added, "Of course, the source
of information will be listed. May I have your full name so I
can add it in?"
"Oh, um, yes. My name is Lindy Barsham." She sat back in her
chair, shaking her head slowly. "Wow. What a morning. First I
get my own chain of stores, now I'm going to be referenced in
the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. My, oh my, however will I stand
it?"
The two men laughed. "Somehow, I think you'll stand it just
fine," Obi-Wan teased.
Grinning wildly, she lifted her coffee mug to them in salute
and took a long drink.
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