Dreams Do Come True

by Dev-Aki Basaa

PAIRING: Q/O
RATING: R
SPOILERS: None
CATEGORY: Romance
ARCHIVE: M_A
FEEDBACK: Oh yes, please, thank you.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of this, no copyright infringement intended.
SUMMARY: It's morning. (how do you summarize something this short?)

The line Obi-Wan quotes is from Mary Renault's 'The Persian Boy'

Obi-Wan Kenobi tightened his arms around his pillow, the lingering tendrils of sleep slowly fading away. He blinked and stretched, arching his back, and then returned to stillness. The bed shifted as if in answer, but he ignored it. He was trying to remember his dream. It had been so vivid only moments ago -- brilliant and beautiful, satisfying and full of comfort. His memory of it had already begun to dim and he wanted to recapture as much as he could. He felt heat surrounding him and it made him a bit more lethargic, sated even. It was like a moment of ideal meditation, sensing such peace and remembering such beauty that he dared not move and risk disturbing this perfection.

But then everything changed.

A touch trailed over his back in circling, lazy motions. Obi-Wan felt blunt-tipped fingers teasing his nape and writing invisible words across his skin. Occasionally he felt the bite of a nail dragged over his flesh and it sent shivers down his spine.

It hadn't been a dream.

So long he'd imagined this moment, this perfection of intimacy and pleasure and he'd only assumed the vivid images of last night were his mind's manifestation -- that his desires had played out in his dreams once again.

But no.

Obi-Wan rolled onto his side. He opened his eyes and smiled at Qui-Gon.

"Good morning," Qui-Gon said. His lips had barely moved; the words came like a purr from his throat. He was propped up on his elbow and looking down on Obi-Wan. His hair hung tousled about his face, his skin flushed from the warmth between them.

Obi-Wan shifted onto his back and reached out, brushing his fingers across his master's brow. He then trailed them down Qui-Gon's cheek and over his lips.

"Good morning to you," he finally answered, smiling wider.

Qui-Gon leaned close and rested his head against his open palm. He continued to draw invisible shapes and words with his fingers, only now on Obi-Wan's chest.

"You are beautiful," Qui-Gon said as he bent forward, placing a kiss against Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan chuckled, tickled by the feel of Qui-Gon's beard on places he feared it'd never touch.

"'Am I beautiful?'" Obi-Wan said, whisper soft, "'It is for you alone. Say that you love me, for without you I cannot live.'"

Qui-Gon pulled back, smiling, but looked puzzled by Obi-Wan's words.

"Where did you find that?"

Obi-Wan shrugged and shook his head. He honestly couldn't remember where he'd read those words. It had been years ago and he'd certainly never thought he'd ever use them.

"Somewhere," he said. "It's lovely, isn't it?"

"You're lovely." Qui-Gon bent forward again and placed another soft kiss against Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan sighed and wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon's body; Qui-Gon's weight pressing him deeper into the mattress.

No dreams anymore, Obi-Wan thought, true reality, true memories.

He grinned against Qui-Gon's shoulder and spanned his palms across Qui-Gon's back. He felt so eager to show his master every emotion he'd felt for too long. The unexpressed hunger, the yearning desires he spelled out plain with his lips as his kissed his way across Qui-Gon's skin. It was the only way he could truly explain, for words alone could never be sufficient or profound enough to fully express his love and devotion. Instead, with his hands, he'd tell Qui-Gon of every dream he had; with his eyes, he'd sing words of love. The dream would become truer with each passing moment; the fantasy would be lived and loved even more for all the waiting he'd put into it.

Obi-Wan breathed deep the presence of his lover and spun the story of his desire.

The end.