Warning - story contains homoerotic content, and describes
sexual acts between two males and one female, all consenting
adults. If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.
Spoilers: possibly for TPM, but not sure what it would spoil.
Definitely PWP.
Summary: Just because the door is closed, do not assume you are
alone<g>.
Feedback: oh please Yes! to addy above.
The two men slept peacefully, tangled around each other so
carelessly that anyone who did not know that two beings
occupied the bed might assume that two heads, four arms and
four legs were normal physiology for their species. A soft
snore rose from one of them - which, she could not tell in the
dim light.
The surveillance system was supposed to be a tool for the Queen
to keep track of everything happening on the ship. A creature
of politics, Amidala was not above a bit of strategic blackmail
if it was necessary to insure the welfare of her people. It was
one of the duties of the Queen's handmaidens to monitor the
system and report anything that might be useful to her. But
Sanevara had found it useful for something else.
She gazed at her monitor, a soft smile on her face as she
contemplated what she had seen that evening. A playful
wrestling match at first, it had ended with the older Jedi
pinning the younger to the floor, then methodically kissing him
into boneless submission and removing their clothing, piece by
piece - a kiss for each garment, carelessly tossed into the
corner of the room.
She closed her eyes for a moment to recall that picture -
Obi-Wan on his back, Qui-Gon kneeling over his apprentice,
straddling his hips and skillfully tracing muscular curves with
his large, strong hands. Both men naked and beautiful,
Qui-Gon's hair falling forward to hide his face and add to the
caresses administered by his hands and lips.
As he had continued, her view of Obi-Wan's face had more than
made up for the lack of the other. The younger man had an
unusually expressive face, and each touch had been reflected in
the growing passion apparent there. Sighs at first, and then
groans had filled the air, interspersed with whispers of names
and cries of pleasure.
As Qui-Gon's mouth reached his apparent goal, Obi-Wan's body
arched powerfully, and his outcry was something closer to a
scream. The long shaggy hair bobbed and swayed as the Jedi
Master licked and sucked his Padawan's cock as if it were the
sweetest honeycandy. Soon, the young man on the floor was
incoherent, reduced to disconnected syllables of different
languages, most of which Sanevara did not recognize.
Suddenly, both men stopped moving - frozen in their passion as
if some mad god had preserved them in that sensual, frenzied
moment for all time, to be appreciated and lusted after for all
eternity. A moment later Obi-Wan's body spasmed once more as he
shouted his Master's name aloud, his orgasm eagerly consumed by
a waiting mouth.
Then Qui-Gon had picked his exhausted lover up off the floor
and laid him gently in their bed, lying down next to him and
pulling him into his arms. Obi-Wan had made a few sleepy
gestures in the direction of Qui-Gon's erection, but the older
man had restrained him gently, making quiet noises about "an
exercise in control". At that, the young man smiled slightly
and fell asleep, wrapped around his Master. Qui-Gon closed his
eyes and after a moment, his body visibly relaxed, as did the
evidence of his desire for his Padawan.
Sanevara opened her eyes and saw that the two men were still
sleeping soundly, unaware of her attention. She considered what
would happen if the two found out about the fact that she
watched them. After all, these were Jedi - as skilled in the
ways of the mind as in battle, if not more so. It would not be
hard for them to find out about her observation of their
activities.
She thought about their reaction - especially if she told them
herself. Would they be shocked? Angry? Unconcerned? Disgusted?
Possibly even, further stimulated? She closed her eyes again
and imagined herself in bed between the two men - both of them
loving her, taking her at the same time, filling her so
completely that she would scream and fall unconscious into
their arms as she came...
Qui-Gon settled in the bed, on the verge of sleep after a
rather athletic and fun bout of lovemaking with his beloved
Padawan. He lay with his apprentice, wrapped in the love and
joy that reflected back to him from the Force when they joined.
He opened himself to the feelings, accepting them and reveling
in them. It would be a few days before they arrived at
Coruscant, but there would be little time for love then.
Suddenly he felt a tremor in the flow - not large, but as if
someone had dropped a pebble into a river. He searched for the
source and found it nearby - one of Amidala's handmaidens,
Sanevara. She was apparently a Force-sensitive - not strong,
but enough that if she experienced some strong emotion or
sensation she would broadcast it to the universe. For a moment
he worried that something was wrong, either with her or the
Queen. Then he discerned the reason for her outburst and
slightly embarrassed, began to withdraw and shield.
Then he saw in her mind the source of her disturbance - and
nearly laughed out loud. So, the little handmaiden was a
voyeur, eh? Obviously from her reaction, he and Obi-Wan had put
on quite a show for her, and stimulated her imagination as well
as her body. He caught a glimpse of her fantasy, and that made
him pause. As much as he and his Padawan shared, they had never
shared a woman. He smiled to himself as he contemplated the
possibilities. Of course, Sanevara would have to be willing to
trade fantasy for reality, but somehow he didn't think that
would be a problem.
Perhaps the next time, she would not need eyes in the dark to
see the light.
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