Fates - Q and A

by Raina (raina_at@yahoo.de)

Archive: yes please, M_A; nuttersinc (nowhere else)

Paring: Q/O

Category: AU, Romance, POV

Rating: R

Disclaimer: We don't own Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, Partner in Crime and I share custody of Padawans Quiggs and Ben.

Feedback: Oh, yes, please! Always a treat! (raina_at@yahoo.de)

Summary: Ben's a tease. What else is new?

Warning: None

Spoilers: None whatsoever.

Notes: Very short, very fluffy, rather pointless, but cute.

Series: Yes, Fates. It's not necessary to read the whole series though, since this is kind of a standalone. Doesn't mean you shouldn't read the series though ;-))

Takes place some time after Fates-Come What May

Fates timeline found here:

www.angelfire.com/theforce/nuttersinc/fates_timeline.html

Thank you's: Leandra as always for being such a patient and supporting Partner in Crime, Temve for the beta and the Quiggsmuse for the exceedingly fluffy and playful plot bunny.

A hand runs down my back and a kiss is planted right under my shoulder blade. "Where did you get that scar?" he asks, voice no more than a whisper.

I smile. "Kata practice. I fell down and had unsolicited contact with a branch."

"Ouch." I feel him wince and I chuckle. He's had much more serious wounds before he turned thirteen.

His hand travels down further, along the bumps of my spine. His touch makes me shiver. So gentle. So loving. Searching, questing.

His lips follow and once again he kisses the spot where his hands have stopped. "Where did you get that one?"

"Bear bite."

He sits up. "You're not serious."

I chuckle. "No, I'm not. Now would you stop questing for the history of my scars and come to bed?"

He grins. "We are in bed."

I pull him down on top of me. "That's more what I had in mind."

Still grinning, he slowly wiggles from my embrace. "Patience, Padawan." He tsks, laughing softly.

He slides back down to my hips, turns me over with a flip, kisses the scar again and asks, "Where did you get it?" in the tone of a man who won't give up that easily.

I sigh. "Ben..."

He slowly licks the spot and the sensation travels through my entire body in a long shiver before it settles in my groin. I groan. "Where did you get it?"

I give up. The sooner he's satisfied his curiosity, the sooner I will get satisfied. That thought helps me gather my patience and leaves me grinning. "I got into a very nasty bar fight when I was about 17. It was a very old-fashioned place that used candles for lighting and I accidentally landed on a candlestick."

He rubs his fingers over the spot and I swear his touch on my skin is more scalding hot than the wax ever was.

His hands travel over my legs, stopping here and there, asking about broken bones he can sense and the scars his lips can feel.

He's driving me crazy. It gets more difficult to remember how I got the scars - I have trouble remembering what a scar is when he runs his tongue around on my skin the way he does when I don't answer his question the first time. At times I forget to answer on purpose because I want him to do that little bite-nibble thing that almost makes me come if he does it for longer than a few seconds. He knows that of course and that's why he never does it for longer than a few seconds. The bastard.

He moves up again, hands questing, mapping, inspecting his property. The thought leaves me dry-mouthed with want. I love it when he gets possessive. It drives me crazy sometimes when somebody else touches him, touches what is mine, though I can't show my ownership. Sometimes I just want to take him, mark him as mine and never let him out of my bedroom again. The fact that he feels the same reassures me even though our ownership of each other must needs be a private one, no matter how absolute it is.

As I answer with increasing incoherence to his questions, "How did you break that bone?" "Who gave you that scar?" "What did you do to get your leg broken that way?", the questions, my answers, the sound of his voice, his hands on my body, his lips tracing, tongue caressing, all fuse and cause my higher brain functions to overheat and faze out.

The next thing I know is Ben trapped under me and me devouring his questing mouth, trapping his travelling hands and grinding my hips into his, rubbing our shafts together.

He breaks free of my grip and kisses my nose. "You never told me how it got broken the first time." He is breathless now as well, thank the Force. That usually means the teasing won't last much longer. Pity.

I groan in frustration. "Why do I put up with this?"

He smiles, eyes glittering. "Because you love me."

I shake my head slightly and snort. "That's your answer to everything."

His smile widens. "Yes, love, it is."

I forget about my frustration, about laughter and scars and questions and answers and the world in general as I devote myself to the task of kissing him until he finally shuts up.

But he's right of course. It is.