Spoilers: none. takes place shortly after Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
commit to a relationship, but before TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon gets a new, well, bed-squeeze, and Obi-wan is
not amused.
Disclaimer: Lucas created Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. God created
Lily. Thanks to both of them!
Note: Come on, folks, read on - it's not what you may think.
Am working on a sequel, but story can stand on it's own.
It was late in the evening. Qui-Gon had been fallen fast
asleep on the bed in his and Obi-Wan's quarters at the Temple.
His apprentice had been out on an errand, and he didn't expect
him back any time soon.
"What the heck ...?". Qui-Gon was startled and gently rolled
over on the bed to find an unexpected presence, reaching out to
him, by his side. It wasn't his trusted Padawan, but the
presence was strong, urgent as he felt a gentle rubbing against
his naked body. Ah, yes, it was her! Absentmindedly he let his
fingers trace the delicate spine of his bedmate - warm, soft to
the touch. She was sleeping soundly, yet for some unknown
reason Qui-Gon could still hear her voice singing in his head.
Soothing, reassuring. Was that what made him fall asleep that
night, he wondered. He moved closer.
It had been only a few days ago that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan ran
into her outside the Temple. Many knew her simply as Lily. "She
is dangerous, Master, can't you feel that?". The younger Jedi
had tried in vain to talk some sense into his Master. "The ones
like her are known to be strong with the Force, she will do
anything to manipulate your actions!", Obi-Wan pleaded to no
avail. Starting to feel a slight physical discomfort in her
presence, Qui-Gon's apprentice tried to shut out of his mind
the possibly dreadful ramifications of their encounter.
He saw infatuation growing steadily for her in Qui-Gon's eyes,
and the young man made his Master promise, onto all that his
Padawan meant to him, not to let the situation get out of hand
completely. Only then had he reluctantly agreed to let go of
his animosity for her.
Lily started to press harder against Qui-Gon's exposed body,
eventually starting to daintily nibble at his ear, his nose,
picking up again that strange, outworldly song of hers. The
Master Jedi was defenseless, didn't want to put up any
resistance. Just wanted to get lost in the moment! He started
to caress every inch of her slender body, feeling the warmth
radiating from her, simply giving in to that melody of hers.
What would Obi-Wan think if he knew of the closeness Qui-Gon
was sharing with her that instant? Had he not promised, didn't
they have an agreement on this?
Qui-Gon was too enraptured in their little play. He wrapped
his arm around her and crooned "Come to me, my little one!",
picking her up effortless onto his chest. She obliged without
hesitation.
Stomach to stomach, he looked into her eyes - dark, green, so
deep one could easily loose oneself in them. He sight slightly,
this was the moment ...
The door to their quarters opened.
"MASTER!" Shock and disbelieve vibrated through Obi-Wan's
voice. "You promised! I am gone for a day and I find you like
this?! You know full well what that will do to me."
Before he could help himself he started to sneeze, not once,
not twice - dozens of times. With arms stretched out at
full length, he grabbed Lily and set her out into the hallway.
"Shooo, shoo, you stupid cat!" he hissed.
Qui-Gon disliked the sudden separation immensely. He stood up
from the bed and put on a tunic to cover himself. A still
sneezing Obi-Wan returned and looked onto the bed with obvious
disgust: "Now look at this, Master, it's a mess! Cat hair all
over! Just for how long have you been going on like that?".
His Padawan was right, in their little escapade Lily had shed
quite a substantial amount of hair onto the sheets. Qui-Gon
knew when it was time for a Master to admit a mistake. "I know,
I promised not to let her sleep in our bed.I am sorry,
Obi-Wan!" He sheepishly tried an excuse nevertheless: "But what
was I supposed to do, being here alone, without my Padawan to
hold me?".
He drew the still sniffling apprentice closer towards himself.
"We will find a healer tomorrow to get a remedy against your
allergy. In the meantime ...". Qui-Gon drew Obi-Wan closer
still and planted a gentle kiss onto the youth's lips, "... I
have some remedy of my own for you!"
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