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Summary: Qui Gon, Obi Wan and a friend; smut, and still more
smut. Also, kinda mushy.
Disclaimer: They belong to George. What I make 'em do is the
product of my singularly twisted imagination. No harm is
intended and no profit is earned.
Qui Gon gazed out of the window. The view was quite
spectacular. Ice and snow, but nevertheless beautiful, as well
as harsh and unforgiving. He was still uncertain why he had
agreed to accompany Obi Wan on this trip. Their mission was
over. After six months on Emran they would be going back to
Coruscant in just two days. The completion of their work had
allowed them a rare and welcome opportunity to relax and say
goodbye to those natives who had become friends. Obi Wan had
become involved with a lovely native woman named Livy and had
decided to come with her here for a last few intimate moments.
To Qui Gon's shock he had invited his master along. Had, in
fact, been quite insistent that Qui Gon join them. So now here
they were, the three of them and some service droids in this
remote place.
Qui Gon felt like an intruder. He had no business being here.
They should be alone. Nevertheless, he was here, so he might as
well make the most of it. The common room held a working
fireplace and some reading by the fire seemed a most
appropriate activity. Gathering a book of native philosophy
given to him by Livy's father he left.
Qui Gon paused outside the common room. Obi Wan was inside and
he was not alone. Qui Gon turned to go without opening the
door.
Come in, Master. You will not be intruding.
Qui Gon hesitated.
Qui Gon, join us. You spend far too much time alone. More
than is good for you. Please, come in. Obi Wan's voice in
his mind was insistent. In fact it held the same tone it had
when Obi Wan had approached him about this trip. Perhaps Obi
Wan was right. It couldn't hurt to spend some time with his
apprentice and Livy. He opened the door, and inhaled sharply.
Livy and his Padawan were both naked, gloriously naked, and
lying on the floor in what was obvious post-coital relaxation.
"I think that I should go." His voice sounded choked. He knew
it, but couldn't master enough control to sound calm. He
turned.
This time it was Livy who spoke. "Please stay Master Jinn. I
would like it very much if you would join us." She was walking
toward him. He knew it without turning around. Then she stepped
in front of him. Qui Gon controlled himself enough not to look
down, until she reached up and placed one hand on each side of
his face. She forced him to look at her. "I would like it very
much if you would join us." She repeated, her voice low and
sensual. Then her lips were on his. Qui Gon resisted for a
moment, then opened to her lips and tongue. Moaning slightly,
he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. What
was he doing? She was Obi Wan's lover and Obi Wan was lying
nearby, watching them. He could sense his Padawan's attention,
focused upon him rather than Livy. Approval and reassurance
flowed from Obi Wan.
Part of his brain was still protesting, but Qui Gon ignored it,
choosing instead to run his hands up the back of the woman in
his arms. His hands stroked slowly over her back and sides,
long arms reaching to her thighs, before his hands traveled
back up to her shoulders.
Growling low in her throat, she broke the kiss and began
nuzzling his neck. He arched his head slightly back, giving her
better access. Hands reached up from behind him to tug at his
robe, pulling it down from his shoulders. Obi Wan's hands. Livy
stepped back from him slightly, making it easier for Obi Wan to
undress him. His Padawan was now against him, his erection
pressing into Qui Gon. Obi Wan reached around his master,
undoing his belt and sash with quick skilled movements. Livy's
hands joined Obi Wan's and together they removed his tunic.
Qui Gon was lost in sensation as two sets of hands explored his
torso. Livy's hands ran over his chest, feather light touches,
maddeningly soft. Fingertips barely grazing his rapidly
hardening nipples. Obi Wan's hands ran over his back, firmer
than Livy's, caressing with assurance. Lips followed hands, and
Obi Wan nipped and licked his back, moving from the back of his
neck, across his shoulders, and slightly down his back before
returning to his neck.
Livy resumed kissing him and he responded, all thoughts of
stopping this now firmly vanquished. His tongue entered her
mouth, searching and demanding. Her breasts were pressed
against his chest, but somehow Obi Wan still managed to slide
his hands between them and over Qui Gon's chest.
Then those hands moved downward, unfastening his pants. Qui Gon
was grateful he had chosen to remove his boots earlier in the
evening. Obi Wan slowly pushed his pants down, trailing kisses
down Qui Gon's back. When they hit the floor, Qui Gon stepped
gracefully out of them, letting go of Livy as he did so.
Smiling up at him, she took his hand and led him to the soft
carpet on which she and Obi had been lying. Qui Gon sunk to his
knees in front of her. His hands slid down the back of her legs
as he nuzzled and kissed her abdomen. He raised his hands,
seeking her breasts. He cupped them gently in his large hands
for a moment before brushing his thumb across turgid nipples.
He moved his face lower, nuzzling against her pubic bone. He
lifted her in his large hands, lowering her to the carpet. He
used his fingers to part her lips, holding her open to his
gaze, before leaning forward to run his tongue along the inside
of her cunt. He was briefly surprised by the taste, sweet and
salty, then he realized he was tasting Obi Wan as well.
Groaning, he probed more deeply within her.
Obi Wan watched. His eyes roved over his master, down his broad
back, to the very nice ass. Qui Gon's bent over position spread
his cheeks in a most delectable fashion. Obi Wan squelched the
thought. It was too soon for that, later perhaps, when they
were alone. He didn't mind sharing his master with Livy, but
the first time he fucked Qui Gon he wanted all of his master's
attention.
Livy tugged at Qui Gon, pulling him upward. He raised his head,
and moved forward, sliding easily into her. She moaned, seeking
his lips. He held still within her as they kissed. Continued to
resist moving even as she began to move against him. Impatient
she shoved him. He rolled over willingly, pulling her atop him.
She moved demandingly against him. His hands stroked her torso,
cupping her breasts; he raised his head, sucking softly on
first one and then the other. He was aware of Obi Wan, kneeling
next to them, watching. Qui Gon turned his head, met his
apprentice's eyes. Looked away. Too much, the look in Obi Wan's
eyes was too much. He turned back to Livy, resumed caressing
her, allowed his hips to move in time with hers. She was
coming, repeatedly. Grabbing her hips, he moved her off of him
and turned her onto her hands and knees. He moved into her from
behind, thrusting deeply. She groaned.
Obi Wan watched them, his eyes glued to his master's face. Qui
Gon's eyes were closed, but Obi Wan knew Qui Gon was aware of
him watching. Qui Gon was so beautiful, his hair spilling
around him, pleasure etched in his features. He was moving with
the same grace and power he brought to everything. Obi Wan
wanted to be the one beneath his master. He wanted to be the
source of Qui Gon's pleasure. Controlling himself, he resisted
the urge to give into the fantasy, to stroke himself in time to
Qui Gon's movements.
Holding her hips firmly Qui Gon moved in and out of her fast
and hard, the combination of Livy's moist cunt and Obi Wan's
presence arousing him almost unbearably. He came. Continued
moving as the spasms subsided. He sprawled across Livy's back,
holding her as closely as he could in this position. After a
few moments he withdrew, still leaning over her. She rolled
over, smiling up at him. "Thank you Master Jinn, that was most
enjoyable."
He laughed at her formal tone. "I am glad you found it so,
Livy. And the thanks are all mine. You are breathtaking."
Sitting she kissed him gently. "So is he," she whispered
quietly enough for only Qui Gon to hear.
"Yes, he is," Qui Gon whispered back. He kissed her again
quickly, then moved toward his apprentice.
Qui Gon crawled to Obi Wan on hands and knees. Reaching him, he
pushed Obi Wan gently onto his back and lie down atop him.
Avoiding Obi Wan's eyes, he began raining kisses along his jaw
line, moving rapidly down to his neck. He slowed his pace
somewhat, focusing intently on each bit of skin that passed
beneath his hungry lips. Obi Wan exhaled shakily, arching his
head back. Qui Gon continued downward. He moved across Obi
Wan's chest, savoring the feel and taste of his apprentice. He
took a nipple in his move, sucked gently, then harder, harder
still, as Obi Wan's hands tangled in his hair. Obi Wan arched
into him. He moved to the other nipple, before resuming his
downward journey. Pleasure was flowing across their bond. Qui
Gon's lips brushed across Obi Wan's abdomen, first here, then
there. His hands roved over his apprentice, touching every spot
he could reach. He neared Obi Wan's cock. It twitched. He
smiled at that, sitting back on his heels to gaze at his
apprentice for a moment before leaning forward and taking that
cock in his mouth.
Obi Wan groaned. Qui Gon delighted in the sound. He loved the
hardness in his mouth. His tongue stroked relentlessly along
Obi Wan's length. Sucking hard, he moved his mouth slowly
upward, allowing the head to move slowly between his lips. As
soon as it was from his mouth, he ran his tongue over it,
circling repeatedly. He lowered his mouth again, taking in just
the head. He sucked it. Stroking with his tongue as he moved up
and down still taking in only the head. Obi Wan thrust his hips
upward, but Qui Gon resisted, not taking in any more of him.
"Qui Gon," he moaned. It was a plea.
Say it again, Obi Wan.
"Qui Gon, please."
You had but to ask.
In a swift movement Qui Gon took Obi Wan deep into his mouth.
With one hand he grasped the base of Obi Wan's cock, with the
other he stroked his own. His mouth moved rapidly over Obi
Wan's flesh. He knew Obi Wan was near. A few more strokes, and
Obi Wan was thrusting upward, his hands entangled in Qui Gon's
hair, Qui Gon's name on his lips. Qui Gon swallowed eagerly,
Obi Wan's orgasm pushing him over the edge into his own.
Sated, shaken, and trembling slightly, Qui Gon rested his head
on Obi Wan's abdomen, pressing his cheek into that warm flesh.
Obi Wan stroked his hair, soothing. Gradually, Qui Gon drifted
into sleep and not long after Obi Wan joined him.
Qui Gon awoke slowly, slightly disoriented. Dimly he became
aware that his pillow was made of flesh and that there was a
cock inches from his mouth. And it belonged to his apprentice.
Inwardly, he groaned as the events of last night came rushing
back.
Good morning, Master. Obi Wan's mind brushed his.
"Good morning Obi Wan," he replied, sitting up. Obi Wan was
looking at him intently, searching his face, for what? Qui Gon
wasn't sure he wanted to know. "I need a shower." With that he
fled.
Damn. Obi Wan thought. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Obi Wan showered as well, quickly. Then he prepared breakfast
and took it to Qui Gon's room.
Qui Gon walked from his bathroom, and discovered Obi Wan. "I
brought you breakfast, Master."
"So I see." Qui Gon answered, moving to dress. Obi Wan
discretely turned away, but not before he noticed his master's
shaking hands.
The room was small, with only one chair. Qui Gon finished
dressing and Obi Wan gestured for him to sit. Reluctance
written in every feature, Qui Gon sat. Passing him the
breakfast tray, Obi Wan settled onto the floor next to him.
Selecting one of his favorite local delicacies, a fruit filled
pastry, Qui Gon passed the tray back to Obi Wan. He brought the
pastry almost to his mouth then lowered it. He didn't feel much
like eating. He had already indulged his appetite far more than
was good for either of them. "How is Livy this morning?"
Obi Wan looked up at him. "I didn't get a chance to speak with
her. She left this morning, before we woke up. There was a note
in my room."
Qui Gon nodded unhappily. Clearly, what had happened had
injured her in some way.
Obi Wan continued. "She said to tell you that she was sorry she
did not stay to say goodbye. She felt that we needed some time
alone and, well..." He paused for a moment. "I agree with her."
Qui Gon remained silent, staring at the pastry in his hand.
"Master." Obi Wan moved so that he was kneeling in front of Qui
Gon. "Don't you think we should talk about last night?" Getting
no response he grinned mischievously. "Or we could just do it
again."
The corners of Qui Gon's mouth turned up slightly. "I am sorry
Padawan. I should have had more control."
"You seemed to have plenty. As a matter of fact, I remember you
being quite the tease."
Qui Gon did not smile. "I should not have been there. It should
not have happened."
'Why not?" Obi Wan demanded. "What is wrong with people who
care for each other expressing it?"
"Is that how you view last night? An expression of caring?"
"Isn't that what it was?" Obi Wan challenged. "How do you view
it?"
"As a mistake, Padawan, as a mistake."
"I'm sure Livy will be flattered to know that you regard making
love to her as a mistake, " Obi Wan retorted hotly. "I know I
do."
Qui Gon reached for him again, dropped his hand instead. "It is
not that I do not care for you, Obi Wan, but you are my
apprentice. Sex between us is inappropriate in the extreme. And
to share a young woman that way..." His voice trailed off.
"A willing young woman."
"Just because she was willing that does not make it right."
"Would it make it right if I told you that she wanted you,
desired you?" Obi Wan asked.
"Perhaps."
"And if I told you that I wanted you. That I've wanted you for
a long time. Would that make it right?"
Qui Gon shook his head. "You are my apprentice."
"I am also a man. An adult. Fully capable of deciding with whom
he wishes to be intimate. You did not take advantage."
Qui Gon looked directly into Obi Wan's face for the first time
that morning. "No, I was set up. But that does not excuse my
own behavior."
Obi Wan did not look away. "Livy suggested that she would love
to be with you. She believed you would be reluctant if you felt
I might be hurt be the liaison. If I were there, and encouraged
you, then perhaps... At first I thought the idea outrageous,
but over time it developed a certain appeal. It gave me a way
to be with you without having to risk approaching you with my
feelings. It was duplicitous, Master. I'm sorry."
"I'm a grown man, Obi Wan. I could have left at any moment."
"But you didn't."
Qui Gon sighed, "But I didn't." Bending slightly over the side
of the chair, he placed the pastry on the tray. He reached out
again. This time his fingers reached Obi Wan's face, moved
slowly down his cheek. "You are beautiful."
Obi Wan pressed his hand against Qui Gon's, rubbing against his
palm like a kitten. "As are you, beloved." He felt, saw, Qui
Gon's surprise at the endearment. "That is what you are to me.
Beloved." He moved closer to Qui Gon. "I love you."
Qui Gon stared at him. "What about..?"
"She is a good friend. I care for her. She knows my feelings,
for her and you."
"And..?" Obi Wan replied before he could finish.
"Friend."
Qui Gon opened his mouth to speak. "Friend, also."
Qui Gon laughed. "You certainly have interesting friendships."
Obi Wan did not laugh. "It is what has kept me sane the last
couple of years." He was quite serious. "I wanted you, loved
you, dreamed of you." Turning his head, he kissed the palm of
the hand still pressed against his cheek. "Without my friends I
probably would have expired of frustration."
Qui Gon chuckled, "Highly doubtful."
Obi Wan laughed with him. "I suppose you're right. Perhaps I
can claim I was just practicing, honing my skills till I could
use them on you?"
"If it makes you feel better, go ahead."
"Does that mean I will get to use my skills on you?" Obi Wan's
eyes twinkled.
Qui Gon snorted. "You are persistent."
"I've researched it. Master/Padawan relationships are not
forbidden. They are discouraged. But in cases where it is clear
that the Master is not misusing his authority and the feelings
of both are genuine, such relationships have been allowed,
sometimes encouraged."
Qui Gon sighed.
"You cannot hide behind being my master, Qui Gon. If you do not
return my feelings, I will accept it and we will never speak of
it again. But you must answer me."
"So I must Padawan." Qui Gon moved from the chair, onto the
floor. He knelt in front of Obi Wan. He brushed his thumb
across Obi Wan's lower lip, then replaced it with his mouth. At
the same moment, he sent his feelings for Obi Wan along their
bond. Obi Wan groaned as a love deeper than anything he had
dared hope for reached him. He molded his body to Qui Gon's,
returning his master's kiss with a longing that shook them
both.
Qui Gon pulled back slightly. "Obi Wan, " he whispered, "I love
you."
Obi Wan gazed at him with amazement, looking like someone who's
wildest dreams are coming true and who can't quite believe it.
Again, Qui Gon captured his lips. They kissed deeply. Obi Wan
plunged his tongue into Qui Gon's mouth, impatient. He wanted
it all and he wanted it now. Hastily he tugged at Qui Gon's
tunic. We have time, Obi Wan.
Time I would rather spend with you naked.
Qui Gon broke the kiss. Shedding his tunic, he said, "Don't
ever say I do not try to please you."
Then he reached for Obi Wan's belt. Normally he could have
removed it easily, but Obi Wan's hands were moving across his
chest and back. His touches were light, exploratory and
intensely arousing. After several attempts, Qui Gon succeeded
in removing Obi Wan's belt. Obi Wan paused in his explorations
long enough to allow Qui Gon to remove his sash. He inhaled
sharply as Qui Gon's hands moved across his chest, opening his
tunic and pushing it off of his shoulders. Obi Wan wrapped his
arms around Qui Gon's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. As
their tongues dueled, he lie back on the floor and pulled Qui
Gon on top of him. The feel of Qui Gon on top of him, his
weight pressing down on Obi Wan, his cock wedged against Obi
Wan's, was everything Obi Wan had imagined. Qui Gon's tongue
was stroking his and Obi Wan tangled his hands in his master's
hair. Holding his head firmly, Obi Wan let all of his desire
flow along their bond while simultaneously deepening the kiss.
He plunged his tongue into Qui Gon's mouth, moving demandingly,
leaving no part of his master's mouth untouched. Qui Gon
groaned, surrendering himself completely to Obi Wan he let his
own feelings flow across their bond.
Obi Wan stopped, the kiss broken, as Qui Gon's emotions hit
him. He had always known that his Master's placid appearance
hid feelings of tremendous depth and intensity. But to be the
focus of that intensity was an experience beyond words. The
depth of Qui Gon's desire, his surprising willingness to share
his mind with Obi Wan, shook Obi Wan to the core. Untangling a
hand from Qui Gon's hair, he touched his Master's face in
wonder and amazement. "Master," he said in a shaky voice.
Qui Gon gently kissed the fingertips which brushed his lips.
"Yes, Obi Wan," he replied gently, his mouth curved in a soft
smile.
"It's just..." He paused. Sensing Qui Gon's amusement he
struggled to continue. "So much more than I imagined."
Qui Gon's smile deepened. "For me as well." He kissed Obi Wan
gently. Then whispered, near his ear, "And we've only just
begun."
Obi Wan turned his head. He looked directly into those blue
eyes, bare inches from his own. Then he deftly reversed their
positions. Straddling his master, he replied, "So we have."
His hands itched to touch Qui Gon. He slid his fingers over Qui
Gon's chest, tracing his master's scars. Then repeated the
process with his lips, licking slightly, nipping gently. Qui
Gon's breathing was becoming increasingly rapid and the
pleasure he was feeling flowed across their bond.
Qui Gon raised his hands and ran them along Obi Wan's sides.
Touching Obi Wan was intoxicating. Strong muscles covered by
surprisingly delicate skin. Obi Wan's shoulder blades flexed
beneath his hands as Obi Wan moved his own hands across his
Master's torso.
Obi Wan sat up. He grinned at Qui Gon. Then moved lower, his
hands going to the fastenings of Qui Gon's pants. Qui Gon
arched his hips as Obi Wan pulled his pants down and off.
Qui Gon sat up, tugged at Obi Wan's pants. "Don't you want to
remove these as well?" his voice was as ragged as his
breathing.
His eyes locked on Qui Gon's, Obi Wan stood. He unfastened his
pants, let them drop. The hunger in Qui Gon's eyes excited him
still further. The steps he took toward his kneeling master
were more of a strut than a walk.
Qui Gon reached for his erection, stroked it slowly, his eyes
boring into Obi Wan's. Obi Wan groaned at the contact. He
glanced down at Qui Gon's hands. The sight of Qui Gon stroking
him was almost enough to make him come. "Master, please."
"Please what, love?"
"Please stop. I don't want to..." Qui Gon found that spot just
below the head of his cock, stroked it with short, firm
movements. Control shattered, he came. His come spurted over
Qui Gon, covering his chest, although a few drops landed in his
beard. Qui Gon's arms wrapped around him pulling him close. He
leaned into his master's warmth, Qui Gon's face pressed against
his abdomen.
His breathing slowed and Obi Wan pulled slightly back from Qui
Gon, who looked up at him. Obi Wan chuckled softly as he
reached out to run his fingers over Qui Gon's beard, seeking
the white spots.
"Is something amusing Padawan?" Qui Gon asked archly.
"No Master. Nothing at all," Obi Wan replied, sinking to his
knees in front of Qui Gon.
"Good, because in my experience sex and humor are mutually
exclusive more often than not." His tone belied his words.
"I will remember that Master. No laughing during sex." He gave
Qui Gon a speculative look. "If I may inquire, how long after
an orgasm do I have to wait before I may laugh?"
"That depends."
"On."
"On whether we have both come or only one of us has."
"Is that a hint, Qui Gon?"
"It could certainly be interpreted as such Padawan." Qui Gon
replied.
Obi Wan chuckled softly. "Sorry, Master. No more laughing until
you've come, I promise." He pushed on Qui Gon's shoulders,
urging him back onto the floor.
Obi Wan used his hands to rub the come on his master's chest
into his skin. He concentrated on Qui Gon's nipples, the
lubrication adding a new dimension to the sensation for both of
them. Then he applied his mouth to those nipples, astonished to
find the taste of his own juices on his master's skin arousing.
He nipped slightly. Qui Gon groaned. The sound thrilled Obi
Wan. He sucked harder in response. Qui Gon was arching under
him, thrusting his cock upward. Obi Wan moved upward, brought
his mouth to Qui Gon's for a wild kiss. Qui Gon's arms were
around him pulling him close. They tightened until Qui Gon was
crushing his ribs. Qui Gon's need for him, need to be close to
him was flowing across their bond. The strength of it nearly
overwhelmed Obi Wan.
Knowing how to answer that need, he pulled free of Qui Gon's
arms and rose. "Obi Wan," Qui Gon pleaded.
"I'll be right back." He headed for the bathroom. Qui Gon had
to have something he could use.
Second shelf. On the right. Qui Gon's voice sounded in
his mind.
Obi Wan spotted the bottle indicated. Grabbing it, he returned
to his master, opening the bottle as he went.
Reaching Qui Gon, Obi Wan dropped to his knees between his
master's legs. Leaning forward he kissed him hungrily, then sat
back on his heels. He poured the oil into his hands, and
stroked Qui Gon's erection. Surprised by his actions, Qui Gon
asked in a ragged voice "Are you sure you know what to do with
that?"
"Oh, yes, I know," Obi Wan replied as he moved a hand to his
master's anus, running a finger around it slowly. Qui Gon
pulled his legs back, bending his knees, angling his bottom
upward. One unmoving hand still holding Qui Gon's cock, Obi Wan
plunged his finger into Qui Gon. He had intended to be slow and
careful, but Qui Gon's arousal and need were shattering his
control. Quickly he added a second finger. Qui Gon shoved
himself upward, trying to impale himself further onto Obi Wan's
probing fingers. A third finger.
"Obi Wan." Obi Wan had never heard his name spoken with such
lust. His cock twitched in response. He withdrew his fingers
and released Qui Gon's cock. He nearly upended the bottle in
his haste to lubricate his cock. Task accomplished, he
positioned himself at Qui Gon's entrance. He paused before
moving forward, looking into his Master's face. Qui Gon reached
up and stroked his face lightly, then tugged on his braid.
"Now, Obi Wan." It was a demand. Obi Wan moved forward slowly,
savoring the feel of Qui Gon surrounding him. The sensations
coming across their bond combined with finally being inside the
man he loved to create an experience far beyond anything Obi
Wan had known before. He stayed unmoving in Qui Gon for a long
time, shields gone, all defenses forgotten, sharing all of
himself with the man beneath him.
Again, it was Qui Gon whose need for completion drove them to
move. Obi Wan moved his hips slowly, holding his master's legs,
not because he needed them for support, but because it felt
good.
Once he began moving, his hips seemed to increase in speed of
their own accord. He gave himself in the moment. All his
senses, all he was, were lost in Qui Gon. Beyond thought he
thrust hard, repeatedly. Qui Gon came and Obi Wan joined him,
the intensity of their shared orgasm nearly shattering him.
He stayed inside Qui Gon for a long moment, but it wasn't
enough. He wanted, needed the solidity of Qui Gon against him.
Withdrawing, he very nearly threw himself onto his Master. Qui
Gon's arms closed around him, and Obi Wan lie on him, trembling
slightly. Qui Gon stroked his hair, soothing him as Obi Wan had
soothed Qui Gon the previous night.
"Padawan?" Qui Gon's voice was low, quiet. "Are you all right."
"Ummmm," Obi Wan murmured into his chest. That was
intense.
Qui Gon laughed. "You've always had a penchant for
understatement, love."
"Say it again."
"You've always had a penchant for understatement."
Obi Wan raised his head and glared at him. Chuckling softly,
Qui Gon kissed his chin lightly. "Love." Another kiss, low on
his cheek. "Love." Another, slightly above the last. "Love."
Another. "Love."
Obi Wan laughed. "That's enough."
"Are you sure? I can say it all day if you like."
'All day isn't necessary. I'll settle for several times an
hour." Obi Wan was propped on his elbow, said elbow resting on
his master's broad chest. One hand toyed with the ends of his
Master's hair. "I think we need to send Livy a gift."
"I agree. She's your friend, what would you suggest?"
"Given her fondness for Jedi, perhaps we can find a willing
Knight, dip him in chocolate, and send him along."
"Dipped in chocolate?"
Obi Wan shrugged. "What can I say? She is very fond of
chocolate." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And
whipped cream."
Qui Gon looked at him speculatively. "Whipped cream and
chocolate, you say?" Obi Wan nodded. "Interesting," Qui Gon
observed. "Do you think there is any in the kitchens?"
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