Master Apprentice 
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Theme and Timbre: Interpretation
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Archive: master_apprentice, anyone else, pls. ask Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/
Category: PWP
Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series
Rating: R
Warnings None
Spoilers: none
Summary: Obi-Wan sees his master in a new light
Notes: Thanks to MJ and Mystique for the beta.
Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.
Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.
I know he's teasing me.
The odd feeling that something was wrong with my master started as soon as we returned from the ascension ceremony for Chieftain H'wle. The ceremony was short, pleasantly boring. This entire mission has been like that, comfortable, easy and boring. As my master continued to remind me --boring is welcome, a true Jedi shouldn't invite conflict, enjoy the beautiful scenery.
We walked back to our quarters. The celebratory feast was tonight; we had the entire afternoon free. Instead of removing his cloak and heading toward his room to enter a report or meditate or read or do whatever masterly-type thing he needs to do.
No. Not this time. This time he stripped off his cloak, headed toward his room for a handful of minutes and then reappeared, bare except for his leggings, hair hanging loose over his shoulders. I was stunned.
I think I still am.
I have seen him in many stages of undress, but my master is not one to lounge around like a hedonist. At least I didn't think he was.
He's sitting there on the wide windowsill, lounging in the warm sun. leaning one knee out the open window. We have a wonderful view from our rooms -- there's a pool of clear water and a small garden of white flowers to honor the ancestors of the Xetas.
Of course, it's nothing compared to the view I have.
He's eating a fruit native to this planet and it smells heavenly, sweet and spicy all at once. The odor fills the room -- it was noticeable even before he grabbed one and bit into it. He moans softly and dives into the fruit again.
His toes curl with the taste.
Does he know how edible he looks, perched up there, licking the clear juice off his fingers? Does he know how hard those hungry little noises are making me?
"Padawan?" Was that... did he just growl at me?
"Y...yes, Master?" Stop it, Kenobi. Of course it wasn't a growl... that's your master, Mr. Serenity, he doesn't growl unless he's talking to a Council member.
"Can you please get me another of those fruits? They're delicious?"
"Yes, Master." He's got to be teasing me. After all, he could get it himself. He's closer to the basket than I am. Sometimes I think he took me as a padawan so that he wouldn't have to pour his own tea.
I pick one of the velvety fruits up and walk over to him, holding it out to him. When he reaches out and grabs my wrist, I'm startled. His grip isn't gentle as he guides the fruit to his mouth and bites down.
His teeth sink into the flesh, parting the sweet skin of the fruit. His moan vibrates through my hand, sending little shock waves that end up in my cock. I can feel the juice, dripping over my wrist, sliding down my arm as my fingers convulse.
I am unnerved, startled for half a moment by this man I thought I knew. My master, the Jedi I know, is controlled, serene, the epitome of calm. He could never want me the way I want him. My master doesn't lust, doesn't ache in the night, doesn't need. The person before me isn't calm, is somehow more than a Jedi Master.
His tongue follows the trail of juice to my wrist and his eyes meet mine.
This isn't anywhere near calm. The look in his eyes is passion, wild heat tempered with something I haven't seen before. Something I don't recognize.
This is a man before me.
A man who wants me.
The End