Warning: the following story contains implications of a m/m
relationship. STOP NOW if you are below 18 years of age OR if
you are easily offended.
Disclaimer: all hail almighty Lucasworld and its attendant
minions. And please note: this story is not for profit, only
written for the satisfaction of my readers.
Author: Ki
Archive: MA archive?, personal homepage
Category: humor, romance, fun piece/kinda PWP
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: PG to NC-17 (slight sex scene)
Warning(s): fruits, cheese and wafer-thin crackers. Again,
fluff warning. If you can't stomach sugary and domestic stuff,
run as fast as you can. :-)
Summary: hmm, life's simplest pleasures can be so easily
attained. That's all I can divulge now: read on to find out.
Dedicated to the M_A and ASA lists.
The Jedi Temple had its own greenhouse, a large indoor facility
that cultivated and farmed the vegetables needed for the meals.
It was maintained by the Agri-Corps who channeled the more
benign aspect of the Force into plant growth.
The greenhouse was a veritable oasis, nestled in the midst of
the metal and machinery of Coruscant. Rows of plants with
bewildering varieties greeted the visitor as he opened the
glass door and stepped in. Different temperatures were tailored
for the types of edible fruits and vegetables. There were humid
areas, dry acrid desert conditions and temperate climates,
maintained with obvious devotion by the Agri-Corp members. The
product was a pleasing sight consisting of blooming flowers,
clusters of ripe sweet globes and gently-waving stalks of grain
plants.
Obi-Wan strode through the stacks of airponic greens, smiling
to himself. The Agri-Corps brought back memories of his teenage
years. He held a basket in his arms.
He picked three large Rindian tomatoes, each shiny red and
bursting with goodness. He whispered thanks to the Force when
he chose five moonapples, white-skinned but promising rich
creaminess when bitten into. Finally, he found the
vergil-celery; the juicy stems were firm and crisp.
Task completed, Obi-Wan walked over to the enjoining building
where livestock were being housed. He retrieved the Isian
cheese from the initiate-keeper, nodding to the young girl. The
cheese was made from the finest cows of the planet Isia VII.
From he had heard from his friend Bant, Isian cheese had a
subtle taste, tart at first but sweet later.
Satisfied, the young man headed for the main tower, half-smile
on his face.
The room was quiet when Obi-Wan entered. Qui-Gon was probably
giving tutorials to the tertiary-level students. His master
taught sometimes when they were given free time from their
usual diplomatic missions. "Teaching is relaxing," Qui-Gon
would tell him with a twinkle in his eyes.
Relaxing eh? There were other ways to relax. Obi-Wan prefered
to cook.
He began cleaning the vegetables under the running water,
scrubbing away the dirt. The fruits followed. Soon, all the
ingredients gleamed under the light.
Obi-Wan found a large plate and proceeded to slice the
vergil-celery and tomatoes into bite-size bits. He arranged
them carefully on the plate. He also sliced the cheese into
wedges.
He took out the box of wafer-thin crackers. His timing was
perfect; he heard the sounds of Qui-Gon's boot heels clicking
down the corridor.
"Obi-Wan," the reassuring rumble held a hint of impatience.
Qui-Gon leaned over and kissed his apprentice on the cheek.
"Bad day?" Obi-Wan asked dryly, bringing out the plate of
sliced fruit and vegetable.
"Ever asked your instructor the same question ten times?"
Qui-Gon sank tiredly onto a chair. He eyed the plate with a
smile. "Fruit platter?" He picked a tomato wedge and tasted it.
"Sweet ..."
Obi-Wan watched Qui-Gon eat. It was an enjoyable experience.
The serious face would relax and take on an expression of sheer
pleasure as he chewed the combination of cheese and cracker.
Pleasures indeed. Food was obviously something Qui-Gon loved
tremendously. Jedi austerity? Obi-Wan chuckled to himself.
"Try this," Qui-Gon suddenly said, holding a cheese slice in
his hand.
"I'm not a child," Obi-Wan protested and grabbed the cheese. He
popped it into his mouth. The flavor burst into his mouth. No,
it was as Bant had said. Subtle. It was tart but as he chewed,
the sweetness slowly filled his mouth.
They finished the platter quickly. Obi-Wan washed two
moonapples and cut them into halves. Qui-Gon beamed. Moonapples
were his favorite.
"My praises to the Agri-Corps, " Obi-Wan grinned, licking
moonapple cream off his fingers. He was pleasantly surprised
when Qui-Gon grabbed his hand and nipped at his fingertips
playfully.
"You taste sweet," the soft voice was husky.
"I guess we have to finish the moonapples later." Obi-Wan
laughed, letting his master claim his lips. Qui-Gon tasted of
cheese, tomato, celery and creamy moonapple. It was not
unpleasant.
Their lovemaking was languid, each tasting one another like
luscious fruit. The orgasms, which followed were delicious,
intense.
"Remind me to get more moonapples," Obi-Wan purred and gathered
the older man into his arms. They smelled, surprisingly, of
moonapple cream. He realized that there were squashed
moonapples under their bodies. "And a hot shower."
The answering rumble only made him laugh more.
Food and lovemaking seem to be life's simplest pleasures eh?
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