Warning: no, no sex but the bonding is pretty intense!
Spoilers: Takes place years before Star Wars: TPM, during
Obi-Wan's training with the Master himself. Namely, a sequel to
'Manuscript' where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon Bond closer, more
intense this time (in a way akin to sex). Also there will be
the mention of Thanatos, Qui-Gon's former apprentice ...(Jedi
Apprentice)
Summary: ibid
Feedbac: yes, yes, yes! =)
Obi-Wan watched with slight bemusement as his Master placed a
globular candle onto the table. His skilled eyes observed the
colors swirling around the candle: red, orange and light blue.
It was around the size of a child's playing ball.
Then Qui-Gon lit a match and dipped it into the candle.
The Padawan realized that the candle was actually hollow, like
a bowl. It glowed before him like a miniature sun, coating the
table top with splashes of color. It reminded him of the time
he was on Freman II, in one of the sacred temples dedicated to
one of the major goddesses of the Fremanese. The entire chapel
was surrounded by stained glass windows and when the sun
streamed in from the outside, the effect was breathtakingly
glorious.
He gazed questioningly at his Master.
"Look at the candle and tell me what you see, " Qui-Gon said in
that soft voice of his.
"I see colors, Master. Glowing hues ..."
"Look closely, Padawan."
Obi-Wan leaned closer towards the illuminated candle,
attempting to pick out insights, observations.
"The light seems to be permeating from inside," he concluded
finally and glanced at his Master who nodded.
"Yes, the candle is being illuminated from the inside." Qui-Gon
said smiling slightly. "The Force is like this light that
shines within your being. It pulsates within you, fills you.
The Force is also around us as well and it is this energy
flowing about you."
"You mean, Master, that the Force is like a fire?"
"Yes, in a certain fashion."
Obi-Wan felt a sudden flush of satisfaction when he saw Qui-Gon
smiling warmly at him. It was a smile of acceptance and
approval.
"Obi-Wan?"
The sound of his name coming from the lips of his Master
startled and pleased him immensely. But he curbed the emotions
down: Qui-Gon was exceptionally good at reading his young
Padawan. More so since they were already Bonded as Master and
Padawan.
"Master?" Obi-Wan bowed low politely. Yet his heart was pumping
louder than usual. In the stillness of the room, he fancied he
could hear it like a drum beating.
"You know that we are already Bonded but I feel that this Bond
can grow stronger ..."
A surge of joy infused Obi-Wan.
"Put your hands in mine," Qui-Gon said quietly. Obi-Wan did,
putting his trembling hands into his Master's, feeling the
calluses, the softness of skin under his palms. Supple fingers
interlaced with his own, creating an unconscious linkage.
Obi-Wan could feel the Force literally pulsing around them like
a nimbus, coating them with the heat of the sunrise.
"Lower down your shields," the low voice continued and Obi-Wan
obeyed, closing his eyes as he felt the presence of Qui-Gon
sliding into his mind gently.
"Open yourself to the Force."
Almost immediately, Obi-Wan could feel the Force into
him and through him. He had become a conduit to this river of
power. There was this burning sensation throbbing deep within
his chest, like a bursting sun. He cried out, unable to control
this palpable energy.
Like a soothing hand, Qui-Gon's presence comforted him.
Now let the Force flow out of you ...
Obi-Wan gritted his teeth.
Obi-Wan ...
He allowed It to stream out and with a sudden feeling of
undiluted joy, he felt his Master too. He could almost see them
both, pulsating and humming. His entire body tingled as he
experienced warmth coat his head, his torso, his legs, his
toes. Sensations of pleasure made him shudder.
Master ... He whispered. Qui-Gon ...
Now we Bond ...
The next thing Obi-Wan knew was fire.
Fire that roared from the depths of his innermost being. Fire
that burned around him. Fire that consumed him whole. Suddenly,
he was in his Master, his perceptions interweaving with
Qui-Gon. He could see his Master ...exposed, bared.
Naked.
His soul laid bare.
Obi-Wan moaned.
Obi-Wan ...
Then Master Qui-Gon was in him. Not in the sexual way, Obi-Wan
realized. But Qui-Gon's presence was seeping in every level of
his being. Obi-Wan gasped. Every cell, every molecular shook as
Master and Padawan merged.
Two into One.
The fire was roaring louder now and Obi-Wan arched back, crying
out. He felt as if he was on fire.
Qui-Gon in him sent out streamers of warmth and comfort.
Then the Force of the fire crashed back into him and he was
consumed.
He came to, almost painfully. The room was dark.
His clothes were soaked through. He was thoroughly drenched
with his own perspiration.
He realized that he was leaning against someone's chest and he
gazed up slowly ---
Saw Qui-Gon's face smiling faintly down at him.
His Master looked worn out as well, his long hair slick with
moisture. With another smile, Qui-Gon drew Obi-Wan closer.
"Qui-Gon ..." Obi-Wan could hear the steady heart beat of his
Master. "I ..." Overwhelmed suddenly by emotions, he started to
sob.
A gentle hand stroked his head, the nape of his neck. "We are
one, Obi-Wan. Shhhh ....It's alright, Obi-Wan. I never knew
this level of Bonding could be so intense ..."
Obi-Wan wiped his eyes sheepishly. "Nor do I ..." He could
feel Qui-Gon smile. Then he pursed his lips, blinking.
You are thinking about Thanatos ...
You have never done this with him, Qui-Gon ...
A pause. No, I haven't ...
Obi-Wan snuggled closer, drawn by the positive emanations of
peace and love from Qui-Gon.
In the farthest corner of the Jedi Temple, Master Yoda nodded
sagely.
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