Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-11 -
MMoM Day 11 |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A series of short snippets, all from Qui-Gon's POV, focusing on his love for Obi-Wan, and their relationship.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
My thanks to Epee for her quick beta tonight, though all mistakes are still mine.
"So just why did you move all the equipment in the exercise room?" I asked Obi-Wan during first meal.
"To give us more room," he answered, matter-of-factly.
"More room? What were you planning that would require more room?"
"Practicing katas together."
"I see. Was there a particular kata you wanted to practice?" I asked, as I sipped my tea. A good many katas could easily be done in a limited amount of room. Just the truly advanced ones required a larger space.
"I was thinking about how long it's been since we've had the time to work on Grenard's Seventh Form," Obi-Wan said.
Grenard's Seventh Form was one of the more ambitious of the paired katas. It required enormous concentration, as well as a very strong connection to the Force. Only a handful of Jedi had ever performed it perfectly, and those were couples long-bonded. It was truly a beautiful thing to see. Obi-Wan and I had been working on it since shortly after we'd become lovers, but he was right, it had been awhile since we'd practiced it.
"After morning meditations then?" I asked him.
"Well, I'll have to check my schedule," he said with a grin. "But I don't think it will be too much of a problem to fit in an hour or two of practice."
It ended up being closer to four hours.
We began in the center of the room. Dressed only in a pair of worn exercise leggings, we stood facing each other, our bodies nearly touching. We spent several moments finding our focus. Our center. Allowing the Force to move within us, to fill our bond with its light, to fill our souls with its strength.
And we danced, for that is how I always think of it when doing katas with my Obi-Wan.
We moved in perfect sync with each other, like two halves of a whole. Each movement a study in grace and balance and strength. Unlike many katas, this one was done slowly, at times almost painfully so. Every position change was drawn out, deliberately exaggerated, almost as if we were moving in slow motion.
It was incredible. To be entirely focused on the Force as it guided each step, each stretch, each hold, was always a heady experience. To do it with Obi-Wan was almost indescribable.
We fumbled of course, more than once. Certain steps were far more difficult than others. When I finally called a halt to it, however, we were both pleased with our progress.
Afterwards, we sat on the floor, our bodies drenched with sweat, and shared a bottle of juice. Our bond still thrummed with the beauty of the Force, and we were perfectly content to just feel our closeness to both it and each to other. It was perfect.
Or would have been if we were making love at that very moment. Which was usually what we would be doing after practicing that particular kata. Making love with Obi-Wan while being in such a state of shared intimacy was beyond anything I'd ever imagined.
Obviously Obi-Wan was thinking the same thing. "We can at least masturbate together," he said, somewhat wistfully.
"Then that is what we shall do, my Padawan," I told him.
And that is what we did.
No, it wasn't as good as making love with him would have been. Not even close. But I was with my love and filled with the serenity of the Force, and in the end, that's all that really mattered.
Fini