Daydreams

by The Rose

Title: Daydreams
Author: The Rose
Archive: M/A and my web site, http://www.sockiipress.org/~rose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Category: Point of View, Romance, Qui/Obi
Warnings: No
Spoilers: Nope
Series: This is the seventh installment in the "Glimpses" series, co-written by The Rose and Kalujinn. The series order is: "Qui-Gon's Treasure," "A Slow Healing," "A Gift for Qui-Gon," "Observations," "Sunsets," and "Measure of a Man."
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Disclaimers: George Lucas owns all things Star Wars and makes a fortune off of them. Me, I write for the fun of it and give it away for free.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon lose themselves in a daydream.

We are in my favorite place in the entire Jedi temple; the Room of a Thousand Fountains. I am lounging in the soft grass, my back to a tree, with my Obi-Wan seated between my legs. I wrap my arms around him and draw him back against my chest, planting a gentle kiss behind one ear. He shivers and makes a contented little sound in his throat.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask, nuzzling into his hair.

"Just daydreaming," he murmurs.

"Oh? And what have you to daydream about, my own? What could you wish for that you do not already have?"

He half turns in my arms, his eyes sparkling. "Nothing. I have everything a man could ask for, and more."

"Then, what?"

He sighs and snuggles deeper into my arms. "Close your eyes, and I'll show you."

I do as I'm instructed, and feel Obi-Wan gently push himself into my mind. Immediately, images begin to form behind my closed eyelids. I see a pristine beach, the sand sparkling like billions of cut gems. Waves gently wash over it before pulling back into the vast, blue-green ocean beyond. The sun is warm on my face and my padawan is in my arms, his breath stirring the hair near my nipple.

"I love it here," he whispers. He rises up slightly and pushes me back, straddling me and wearing that sly little smile of his – and nothing else. "And, I love you."

Reaching up, I catch his padawan braid, twining it around my hand. Using it as a sort of leash, I pull him down into a kiss, letting the passion build slowly as I taste his mouth, swirling my tongue into the intimate places that belong only to me. He presses closer, his cock a scalding brand alongside mine, and I lift my hips, seeking more contact.

"Tell me what you want, my master," he says.

"You. Only you, forever and always."

He sits up, reaching behind him until his hand closes over my throbbing penis. Rising up onto his knees, he impales himself on me, sinking slowly down until I am fully sheathed. His eyes meet mine, and the love in them is unmistakable. "Forever and always," he repeats.

"Ride me," I order. I lift my knees and his hands settle on them, using them as support as he begins to rise and fall. We are both breathing heavily now, lost in our need, in our love. I reach out to take his erect cock in my hand, engulfing it, running my thumb over the head to collect the pearly drops that have gathered there. Slowly, knowing that he is watching, I bring my hand to my lips, tasting his essence.

The moan he utters is entirely erotic. His pupils have gone dark and smoky, his lips drawing tight against his teeth as his climax approaches. I rise up onto one elbow, pulling him down for another kiss before taking him in hand again. Firmly, I pump him, wishing to draw this out, to make it last forever.

Finally, it is too much for both of us. His cock spasms in my grip, semen pulsing out over my fist, and the tightening of his passage pushes me over the edge. I shout out his name as I come, hear my name being called in return, and then he is collapsing onto me. His skin is warm and damp, his muscles languid.

"Love you," I tell him, kissing the moist hair by his temple. "And, I love your daydreams."

I feel his smile against my chest. "Good. Because I have a lot more of them that I wish to share."

I gather my beloved into my arms and roll us both to the side. As the lights in the room dim into their nighttime cycle, we fall asleep, safe and content in our love.

THE END