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Notes: This is short and silly - it was written as a cheer up
story for Holly wayyy back in July or August g and I'm
just now posting . . .
Disclaimer: Hey, if they were mine I'd know what was gonna
happen in Episode II, and I'd be able to make sure one certain
blue ghostie talked to one gorgeous Knight and there would be
no icky love triangle. That being said, sob
they're not mine.... Force help us....
Obi-Wan looked up from where he was studying when Qui-Gon
walked into their quarters. The Jedi Master pulled off his
cloak, and hung it on the wall. He didn't pay attention when it
missed the hook and fell onto the floor instead.
Biting back a smile, Obi-Wan uncurled himself from the couch
and walked over to retrieve the robe. He picked it up, and
placed it on the wall.
"Long session, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, steering the unmoving
Jedi to the sitting couch.
Qui-Gon blinked and nodded, as if just seeing his Padawan.
"Long, yes, you could call it that."
Again trying not to smile, Obi-Wan said, "I thought Master Yoda
assured you it would not be a taxing chore?"
"Master Yoda was obviously mistaken," Qui-Gon replied dryly.
"Master?"
Qui-Gon rubbed a hand over his eyes. "This is the last time I
let him convince me to help with the patience training."
Obi-Wan retreated into the kitchen area, starting a late
dinner. "But you're said to be one of the best teachers of
patience," the Padawan replied with a sly grin.
"Not when the students are all seven years old, Obi-Wan."
"I remember those lessons as always being fun," Obi-Wan
observed.
"Fun?" Qui-Gon asked, a disbelieving look on his tired
features.
With a nod, Obi-Wan replied, "Of course, we would try to see
who could make the Master lose their patience first."
Tugging on Obi-Wan's braid, Qui-Gon asked, "And did you win
this contest, my Padawan?"
"Twice," Obi-Wan replied proudly, unable to stifle his laughter
completely.
"There should be some sort of warning on that class," Qui-Gon
muttered.
Smiling, Obi-Wan helped Qui-Gon pull off the heavy boots. "My
theory is Master Yoda uses it as patience training for the
Masters."
Dropping the boots on the floor next to the chair, Qui-Gon's
lips turned at the corners in a slight smile. "Oh really?"
Obi-Wan nodded. "If you can get through that class and not lose
your temper, there's no ambassador that can rattle you."
"You're incorrigible."
Picking up his lesson pad, Obi-Wan muttered something under his
breath that Qui-Gon wasn't able to hear. "What was that,
Padawan?"
Obi-Wan again tried not to smile. "That's what Master Yoda said
about you and Master Windu."
"Really," Qui-Gon replied sarcastically.
Nodding, Obi-Wan retreated back into the kitchen. "You'd be
surprised what Master Yoda says of his former Padawan when he's
not around."
"Obi-Wan . . ." Qui-Gon stood from the couch, and followed
Obi-Wan into the kitchen.
Recognizing the look in Qui-Gon's eyes, Obi-Wan ducked out of
the kitchen and back into the main living area. "Master, you
wouldn't."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," the Jedi replied, a glint of humor
in his eyes.
Before Obi-Wan had the chance to reply, he was tackled from
behind. Landing on the couch, he was flipped over and his arms
were pushed beneath him, trapped. The Jedi Master was sprawled
on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. His position left
him no defense from Qui-Gon's tickling attack.
Gasping for breath around unending laughter, Obi-Wan tried to
squirm free. Qui-Gon's hands were everywhere at once,
tormenting ticklish ribs relentlessly.
Qui-Gon smiled at the light noise that tore from his Padawan as
he continued to tickle his sides. Watching Obi-Wan's face,
Qui-Gon laughed, pleased by the rare carefree expression in the
green eyes below him. Suddenly the Jedi didn't feel at all
exhausted as he had earlier.
When thrashing beneath the Jedi Master didn't help to free him,
Obi-Wan quickly thought of an alternate plan. He fought his
laughter long enough to raise his head and capture Qui-Gon's
mouth in a kiss.
Caught off guard by the familiar pressure against his lips,
Qui-Gon's hands fell still and he opened his mouth to Obi-Wan's
insistent tongue.
He had just moved his hands next to Obi-Wan's head, supporting
his weight on the mattress when he felt Obi-Wan smile into the
kiss. Before the thought of warning could settle into his
brain, Qui-Gon felt himself being flipped over.
The next thing the Jedi realized, he was pinned to the bed by
his formerly cornered Padawan. Obi-Wan's smile widened as he
tore his mouth from Qui-Gon's. "I do believe it's my turn,
Master."
With that for warning, Qui-Gon found himself on the receiving
end of a vicious tickling attack. He threw his head back
against the mattress as a throaty laugh echoed in the room.
Obi-Wan was laughing as well when he leaned forward, pressing
himself against Qui-Gon. The tickling ceased as the young Jedi
threaded his hands through Qui-Gon's hair.
"Obi-Wan . . ." Qui-Gon managed to say before the younger man's
lips silenced the thought.
*And you say I talk too much.* Obi-Wan sent, a light
mental laugh floating along the words.
Qui-Gon's lips opened beneath Obi-Wan's, his lower lip being
sucked inside Obi-Wan's warm mouth. The Padawan smiled as he
worried the lip with his teeth, fiery green eyes meeting
darkening blue ones.
The Jedi Master's hands sneaked up from where they had
previously been pinned beside him. Qui-Gon wrapped his fingers
around Obi-Wan's head, tugging on the short ponytail.
*Well, never let it be said that I don't know when to be
quiet.* Qui-Gon replied mentally, his own humor filling the
words. Obi-Wan laughed into the kiss, his tongue dueling with
Qui-Gon's.
*Well . . .* he replied, breaking the kiss only to run
his tongue along the outer edge of Qui-Gon's ear.
"Unlike a certain Padawan I know," he replied aloud, his voice
rough, earning a scoffing noise from Obi-Wan.
"Just for that," Obi-Wan breathed against Qui-Gon's sensitized
ear before moving and again tickling the Jedi's ribs.
Deciding to try Obi-Wan's tactic, Qui-Gon centered himself,
trying to ignore the sensations on his ribs. Launching forward
he captured the skin just behind the younger man's ear with his
mouth, sucking slightly.
With a gasp, Obi-Wan whispered, "Not fair," before turning his
head to again pull Qui-Gon's mouth into a bruising kiss.
*And you kissing me before was?*
Obi-Wan smiled he traced his hands lightly up the Jedi's ribs
and Qui-Gon moaned into the kiss. *You tickled me
first.* he reminded the older man.
With a grin, Qui-Gon tugged on the Padawan's braid with one
hand, while pulling Obi-Wan as close to him as possible and
deepening the kiss. *Yes, you must remind me to do that more
often.*
Obi-Wan pulled away from the kiss, looking down into Qui-Gon's
eyes warily. Humor flashed in his eyes when he commented,
"You're the incorrigible one, not me."
"Careful, Padawan, I might have to tickle you again."
Qui-Gon wasn't sure if he trusted the emotion he read in
Obi-Wan's eyes as he replied, "Oh, I'm sure I could find
someway to distract you, Master."
"Really?"
Obi-Wan nodded, before leaning forward and sucking Qui-Gon's
ear lobe into his mouth. A moment later he pulled back far
enough to reply, "Definitely."
The Jedi Master laughed and Obi-Wan grinned, his hands still in
Qui-Gon's hair. His smile didn't fade as he recaptured
Qui-Gon's mouth with his own, ending the conversation.
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