Love Fire

by FireCracker (KLee624820@aol.com)

submission dated 3-30-00

A/U - Point of View

Thoughts that burn.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were enjoying a hearty dinner at home. They shared a lively but strange conversation.

"I must say padawan, you've outdone yourself this time."

I'd love to see you naked.

"Thank you, Master. The squab has excellent flavor, no?"

How do those big legs taste?

"Very. After such a strenuous Council session, it's good to come home to the basic comfort of a good meal."

And a good padawan in bed.

"Do you like the table setting, Master? I thought I'd try something different."

Like climbing on your lap if we don't get buck wild soon.

"I noticed. Everything looks very appealing."

Your nipples are lovely. They poke through your shirt.

"It was a recipe using orange juice I read about in the Janhnsen Journal of Cookbooks."

But some things are better raw...

"Mmm. Delicious dinner."

If I could eat you on a platter for dessert...

"How did the Council session go?"

We need a private session.

"Long and tedious. I think sometimes they thrive on confrontations."

They thrive, I throb.

"That doesn't surprise me."

But the size of your cock sure does.

"They've got too much time on their hands. Fortuneately some new missions are coming up."

I've got something coming up, too.

"Something exciting, I hope. No more diplomatic assignments! Besides, we're due for a little excitement."

We'll get up our own excitement. In bed!

"I agree. You'd think _someone_ in this galaxy could handle their own affairs for a change."

I know what I'd love to handle.

"It does seem a bit much at times. Sometimes I think I'm in the wrong buisness. Perhaps counseling should have been my forte."

"I'm certain you'd be equally adept, Master."

How about professional body warmer?

"You think so, Padawan? Can you picture me in counselor robes?"

Or leather body straps and boots?

"Easily, Master. It would fit you like a glove."

Or a nice cock sleeve.

"Flatterer."

Freak.

"It's true. You seem to have the answers for many interesting dilemmas."

Like can we bust a mattress?

"Aren't you overdoing it, Obi-Wan?"

Can I do you over instead?

"Can't I have pride in my Master?"

Qui-Gon blushed. "It's not that...it's just...where's all this coming from?"

Not that I care...as long as it ends up in the bedroom...

Green eyes were bright on him. Obi-Wan ate slowly now. "I only speak what I truly feel."

Can I feel you up?

Blue eyes sparked. The regal features regarded his charge closely. "There is something else going on here."

"Like what?"

"There is a conversation within a conversation here."

Obi-Wan shrugged. "I doubt it. Can't you take a compliment?"

Or me?

Qui-Gon made a face. "Obi-Wan...enough!"

Damn. I haven't gotten any and I'm a wreck.

"You are tired, master. And imagining things. You've had a grueling day."

How about some night time nookie?

A big hand reached across the table, startling Obi-Wan.

"Not so grueling that I don't see what's going on here."

Bland stare at their joined hands. "What might that be?"

Can we get it on now?

"Hmm. Is this the way it's going to be, then?"

Give me five minutes and you'll scream. Guaranteed.

Hot eyes locked. Obi-Wan looked through his lashes.

Qui-Gon leaned forward. "Are we speaking in 'Code' padawan?" gently.

Obi-Wan leaned forward. "As in jedi 'Code', Master?"

The long mane tumbled forward. "Most assuredly."

Shall we dance?

Obi-Wan touched noses. Let's rock!

"Let's rock!"

Hot lips met his. "How hard, my Obi?"

The spiky nead nuzzled. "The roof off, Master!"

Laughing, they retreated to the bedroom.

THE END

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