Dance With Me

by Padawan "Missa" Vorgunby

Rating: NC-17 to be safe.

Pairing: Q/O

Archive: You want it? You can have it.

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Notes and Warnings: Not beta read and not very good, but I thought I would share anyway. I had to work through the writer's block somehow. I reccomend listening to some version of Bolero when reading. The Moulin Rouge closing credits works pretty well ;-) I actually had a different piece in mind when writing this, but oh well. Enjoy!

“Dance with me?” I asked Qui-Gon almost shyly. The more intimate level of our relationship was new, and I knew Qui-Gon’s views on such public displays weren’t favorable, but the music was so enticing. I felt myself swaying to the end of the current piece as I stood in front of my master, waiting for his response.

“Of course, Obi-Wan,” he said with a soft smile, meant only for me, and took my outstretched hand, and the orchestra started up a slower piece. Other couples took to the floor to dance close, and we joined them.

I had been dancing with other people throughout the evening, with my lover’s approval. It had felt like his eyes were on me the whole time, and when I snugged up tight against him to dance close; I could feel the evidence of it on my thigh.

“I’ve been watching you dance all night, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said softly as we moved together. I could feel his voice rumble in his chest under my ear. His breath stirred my hair as he spoke.

“What do you see when you watch me?” I asked quietly.

An image of myself dancing was projected across our bond. “You’re unconsciously sensuous. You move without conscious thought, letting the music dictate your moves. You exude grace and sensuality. Half the people in this room would follow you to the nearest bedroom without a second thought.”

I could feel my Master growing harder with the replaying images of me going back and forth over our bond. “And you, Qui-Gon,” I looked up at him, my hands coming to his waist and skirting under his formal tunics. “Would you follow me?”

“Through this life and beyond, Obi-Wan.”

I stretched up and kissed him firmly, my hands leaving his waist to tangle in his pulled back hair. Qui-Gon moaned softly into my mouth, pulling me up into him and his erection nudged my own groin into responsiveness.

“You’re like a big cat,” I murmured. “Graceful, but powerful. You command the presence of everyone around you.” I pressed my hips into his and our erections touched, making us both inhale sharply despite they layer of clothing that separated us.

I was aware of the music around us picking up in tempo as the band moved on to the next chart, and I began to move with it, letting the flow of the music guide me as the themes became more involved, more erotic. I felt Qui-Gon’s hands on my back, drifting down to squeeze my butt and pull me against him and capture my mouth in a kiss at the same time. I moved my hips against him in rhythm to the music, grinding us together, increasing speed with the music.

“Move with me, Qui-Gon,” I whispered, placing my hands on his hips and guiding him to move with me. I could feel my cheeks flush with desire as we moved together, our bodies enacting the arousing motifs of the music.

Qui-Gon dipped his head to nibble at the shell of my ear as we ground together, sharing the spiraling arousal between the two of us, but not broadcasting to anyone nearby. As the music sped up and became more intense, so did the motion of our hips, the layer of clothing between us adding only more fuel to the fire as our erections bumped and rubbed together.

The music approached its high point, the volume increasing, the tempo becoming more intense, and when the high note was hit, Qui-Gon and I climaxed together, biting our lips as we clung to each other, not betraying our situation to those around us.

We continued to move with the music as it slowed, resolving into a sweet melody. Qui-Gon held me close as the song slowed to a stop and we along with it. My head came to rest on Qui-Gon’s chest and I heard him whisper, “I would follow you, Obi-Wan. You have but to lead.”

End.