Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-29 -
MMoM Day 29 |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
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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.
This one hasn't been betad, you've been warned.
Sitting on the floor in front of our garden-view window, Obi-Wan and I were watching another gorgeous sunset. We'd brought in some cushions from the sofa, which I was using to lean back on. Obi-Wan sat in between my legs, his forearms on my thighs, his head resting against my chest.
"Let's make a memory," Obi-Wan said softly.
Though I was surprised at his verbiage, I was more than pleased by his request. In all of our years together, it had always been me using that phrase. I well remember the first time I ever said it to Obi-Wan, and his reaction to it:
Several months into our new relationship as Master and Padawan, we were still struggling to find our footing with each other. After our extremely rocky beginning, I had done my best to continually assure Obi-Wan how very much he meant to me. How glad I was that he was my Padawan. And what an excellent Apprentice he was turning out to be.
While on a simple mission to Galander, we found ourselves with some downtime. There was a lake not far from where we were staying, and deciding we could use some fresh air, I made plans for Obi-Wan and I to spend the afternoon there. 'A working break,' I told him, as I gathered our supplies. A short time later, we were sparring in the thick sand on the beach surrounding the lake.
Sparring on anything other than the padded floors of the Temple training rooms was a new thing for Obi-Wan, and we quickly realized he was having some trouble acclimating himself to both the sand and to the higher altitude of the planet. We worked for several hours, and while I could sense Obi-Wan's growing frustration with himself, he valiantly continued to try his best. Finally, knowing he was nearing his breaking point, I tossed my training saber aside.
"Let's make a memory, Obi-Wan," I said, pulling off my tunics.
"A memory, Master?"
I laughed at the look on his face. "Yes, my Padawan. A memory. We are going to make one."
Ever anxious to please me, I could tell he was frantically trying to figure out what I was talking about. Especially since I was in the middle of toeing off my boots while removing my belt at the same time. I stripped down to just my leggings and then strode into the lake. When the water was at my knees, I turned around to find Obi-Wan still standing where I'd left him, staring after me.
"Well," I said, smiling broadly at him. "Are you going to just stand there and force me to make a memory on my own?"
Instead of answering, he grinned and quickly divested himself of all of his clothing except his leggings. A moment later he joined me in the water. And for the next three hours, we made a memory.
We splashed and dunked each other. We played tag and hide and seek. We wrestled in the water and on the sand. In the deeper part of the lake, he climbed on my shoulders and launched himself into the water, over and over again. And we laughed hysterically at one another's antics. It was a wonderful afternoon.
"Thank you for the memory, Master," Obi-Wan said shyly, on our way back to our lodgings. "It is something I will always treasure."
I put my arm around him and hugged him to me. "Thank YOU for the memory, my Padawan."
Without hesitation, he hugged me back, and I knew another barrier had been crossed. And that was something I would always treasure.
In the ensuing years, whenever time and circumstances permitted, we made many more memories together, but it was always at my suggestion. So when Obi-Wan said it today, I was deeply touched.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked warmly.
"It's actually quite simple really. You and I, together, watching the sunset. Sharing our love. Feeling the Force around us. Enjoying the peace and quite of our beautiful garden."
I slipped my arms around him and gave him a hug. "What a lovely memory," I murmured against the top of his head. "A memory to cherish, but more importantly, a memory to take out and revisit when next we find ourselves in the midst of upheaval or the ugliness of war or even when our own lives seem to be rushing by too quickly."
"That's what I love about you," Obi-Wan chuckled. "A man of vision, even in something as small as making a memory."
"There is nothing small in making a memory, my love," I gently chided him. "The mind is constantly bombarded with stimuli throughout one's lifetime, and unless a concerted effort is made to remember the special times, they are easily forgotten in the crush of everyday life."
We sat that way for several hours, long after the sun was gone from the MMoM sky. We talked of inconsequential things, because the words themselves did not matter. The love we shared, did. It was a beautiful memory, and I was thrilled to add it to the growing list of other memories Obi-Wan and I had created together.
And when we masturbated, still sitting in front of the window, I felt our bond strengthen and deepen. And I added that to my memory of the evening spent with my Obi-Wan.
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