Master
Apprentice  Archive
Moments Like These
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Author's Webpage: http://www.slashcity.org/~rushlight/
Archive: MA
Category: Romance
Rating: G
Summary: Qui and Obi share a moment of quiet contemplation.
Feedback: would be appreciated
Author's Notes: It's been a long time since I've felt moved to write in this fandom, and in a way it feels like coming home. When I sat down at my computer this evening, it really didn't come as a surprise that it was Qui and Obi who stepped forward to speak to me. It feels kind of odd to be writing fanfiction after Tuesday's tragedy, but as always, I deal with any kind of strong emotion through writing. I hadn't planned to post this, but I finally decided to go ahead and share it. This is just a short little piece, barely a page long, but I've found some degree of comfort in writing it.
Obi-Wan sighed and leaned deeper into the folds of his Master's robe, dipping his head slightly to inhale the rich scent rising from the cup of cocoa he held in his hands. Around him, the Temple seemed to sigh with him, catching its collective breath before the morning.
The air around the balcony of their quarters was dark still, and thick with the myriad sounds of morning on Coruscant. While it was true that the city never truly slept, it did lounge a little in the earliest pre-dawn hours, blinking sleepily and stretching its muscles like a wakening cat. This was Obi-Wan's favorite time of day, when he was freed from sleep and not yet required to begin the rigors of the morning.
Behind him, Qui-Gon's body was solid and warm, a comforting presence. Qui-Gon's arms tightened around him as if sensing the direction of his thoughts, and warm breath rustled the hair at the top of his head as Qui-Gon nuzzled at him, breathing in his scent. While they seldom spoke during these quiet times together, Obi-Wan knew that this was his Master's favorite time of day as well.
The feel of Qui-Gon's breath on him made Obi-Wan close his eyes briefly against the sight of the city that spread out in night- lit splendor below them. His skin shivered in sudden memory of the way that breath had touched him during the night, warm with the presence of hands and lips and the love that flowed between them.
Qui-Gon's lips pressed softly against his ear now, and Obi-Wan leaned back into his Master's embrace, warm inside the arms that held him, tucked safely away behind the heavy folds of the larger man's robe. For a moment, he felt like a child again, protected and loved, cherished and cared for, with all of the world's wonders and joys spread out before him. Obi-Wan smiled softly to himself, and sipped at his drink, relishing the hot sweetness of the liquid as it slid down his throat.
"I love you," he whispered, and the words seemed to hover briefly around them before rising up to drift away into the lightening air.
Qui-Gon hugged him again, all warm curves and strong muscle. At moments like these, Obi-Wan was somehow able to believe that there was nothing in all the universe that could ever harm them.
"I love you, too," Qui-Gon said, pressing his cheek firmly against the softness of Obi-Wan's hair.
And Obi-Wan allowed himself to relax into the quiet comfort of his Master's presence, and forget about the burdens that awaited him in the coming day, and simply be, as they stood together to welcome the dawn.
The End 9/13/01