Summary: Just some late night silliness from my cousin Katja.
Feedback: Sure, to Katja or Trinity
Qui-Gon Jinn, exemplary Master Jedi, leant across the table and
touched his Padawan Learner, Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the arm.
"Obi-Wan -- would you like to...you know...do it?"
Obi-Wan choked on his Lenarian sausage and Qui-Gon had to give
him a rapid dose of back thumps to clear the obstruction.
Eyes red and running and throat bruised by the lump of sausage,
he croaked: "Master -- did you just ask me -- if I wanted to ..
you know ... do it? With you, I presume?"
"Yes, of course with me. Who else would I be asking for, Yoda?"
Obi-Wan leant back in the chair which he then pushed himself
back out of arm's reach. "Master, that is the most ...
disgusting thing...you have ever said to me! What in the Force
is the matter with you?!"
"It's called lust, padawan. I've been lust with you ever since
I saw you as a naked fourteen year old taking a bath. I have
resisted my dishonorable urges for five years, but I'm
beginning to think five years is enough resisting." He gave
Obi-Wan his most serene smile. "Don't you think I'm handsome?"
"Master, you're very handsome. For man of your mature years. If
I were interested in any mature male Jedi Master it would be
you."
"Oh." Qui-Gon's face fell. "Id felt certain I was picking up
physical urges along our link."
Obi-Wan leapt to his feet and backed towards the door. "I'm
afraid I'll have to report this to the Council....the
Council....the Council....
.....Qui-Gon came awake with a yelp and Obi-Wan rolled over to
hold him as he shivered.
"Qui-Gon, are you all right?" he asked sleepily. He stroked one
shoulder and yawned. "You're shivering. Did you have a dream?"
"Nightmare...horrible nightmare.." Qui-Gon rolled over and
pulled his lover into his arms. "Don't want to think about it."
"Hmmm....we have to get up early tomorrow for the Council
Meeting," Obi-Wan muttered as he snuggled up against the warm
body. "Try to get some sleep." In a few seconds he was snoring
softly against Qui-Gon's chest.
But he lay for sometime, wondering where that horrible image
had come from. //I didn't lust after him when he was
fourteen....and does he really think I'm ...mature...what a
horrible word......///
He closed his eyes and wondered what other strange visions
lurked at the bottom of his subconscious.....
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