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Category: Q/O, humor

Rating: R

Summary: When one of you is a morning person and the other is a night person... written for a ContreLaMontre challenge, 25 minutes, gloriously unbetad.

Feedback: Please. These are fun. Do you like them, or should I stick to posting the stuff I take seriously?

Disclaimer: If Lucas has time to sue me, he really ought to be working on releasing the original trilogy on DVD.

Notes: The challenge for this one was writing a character who's either drunk or tired, and you got 30 minutes to do it. ContreLaMontre challenges are designed to be improvs, not serious betad works. But I was rather pleased with this one, so I'm sending it on.

I don't know why he thinks it's time for me to go to sleep. I'm not

**YAWN**

tired yet.

"Master, it's 11 at night. You really must go to bed."

**YAWN**

"Padawan, you're being entirely too solicitous of my health and well-being."

Force, he looks good tonight. Going around bare-chested in the traditional thin sleep pants that drive his master insane. Oh, and he *knows* it, too. Yes he does.

**YAWN**

"C'mere, Padawan."

He climbs up onto the couch next to me, datapad in one hand, and I pull him on top of me, rubbing my face in his chest.

**YAWN**

"Master?"

"Mmm?"

"This is very flattering and all, but you're half-asleep, and I don't..."

"Fine," I mutter, sounding grumpy even to myself. I struggle out from under him and fall onto my hands and knees on the floor. I give him a hopeful look. He just looks exasperated. Can't imagine why. So awake at this hour. What's the matter with him? Hmf.

**YAWN**

"Master?"

"Mmm?"

"Bed."

Brilliant idea, Padawan. Oh, yes, certainly. Think of how the bed feels. Soft and warm and cuddly... bed, yes. Definitely bed. "Bed?" I ask, sounding hopeful again. "With you?"

He sighs. "If you insist."

"Well, you're so *comfy.*"

Don't know why he insists I have to get *up*. Hmf. I can just... well, I don't know, but up? It's so far away. Oh, now I'm standing. Oh, look, he just looks so comfortable and delicious and...

"Oof! Master, you're really very heavy. Come on, just a little help..."

Propelled into the bedroom. Oh, look. Bed! Oh, delicious, glorious bed. Collapse on bed. Comfortable bed.

"You probably ought to rotate ninety degrees."

"Eh?"

"So you'll actually fit on the bed, rather than having your legs dangling off it?"

"Dangling...?" Nothing dangling here. He's still in sleep pants.

"Come on, Master. Sit up, and I'll put you in the proper position."

I sit up immediately. "Whuh?" I ask, grinning.

"That's a good Master... now... here you are..."

*Ohhhhh.* Nice. Look at that. I fit. Everything supported. Nice.

Bed moves a little. Obi-Wan sliding into bed next to me. *Ohhhh.* Sexy. Warm. Comfortable. *Mine.* **Mwahahaha.**

"What did *that* evil little laugh mean?"

"Eh?"

"'**Mwahahaha**'?"

**YAWN**

Comfortable. Snuggly. Oh, look. Nipple. Cute. Pink. **Lick.**

"Ack!"

"Wha?"

"Master, that... tickles."

**Lick.**

"Aack!" Hey -- Pillow -- wait -- moving -- back -- *hand?*

**Glare.** "I was licking that."

Glare back. Hey. Hmf. "You will *not*."

"Will too." Grab wrist. Yank. **Suck.**

"Aughn!" Pillow -- moving -- stop that -- back here -- hey! "Master, if you're truly inclined to lick me or suck on me, I do have another suggestion for you."

**Perk.** Interested! Yes. Horny! Yes. Flop. Back on back now. Stupid sleep pants. Tugging... off hips now. Yes. Better. Cock. Nice. *Ohhhhh.* Hand. Nice. Mouth? Padawan looks suspicious.

"You're going to fall asleep if I go down on *you* first."

"Not--"

**YAWN**

"--sleepy."

"Poodoo."

"Language, Padawan."

"Me first. Then you."

Ooooh! No more sleep pants on the Padawan. Ohhhhh. Kneeling to get rid of covers. Kneeling to pick up towel from nightstand. Convenient towels. Lube? No lube. Just the blowjob? All right. But. Kneeling. Oh. Nice ass. Nice firm ass. Nice tight ass...

**Grope.**

"Qui-Gon?"

"Mmm?" **Grope.** **Grope.** **Grope.**

"Qui-Gon!"

**Fondle.** **Stroke.** **Fondle.** **Grope.**

***Bite.***

"Master!!"

Indignant? What for? Me? Didn't do it. Didn't see me. Can't prove anything. "Hmm?"

"You just... bit me on the bun."

"I did *not* just bite you on the bun."

"The *right* bun, to be precise."

"Did not."

"I distinctly felt..."

"Didn't *see* though."

Irritated. At me? But... so cute. Want... turning around now. Oh! Nipples! Cute!

**Tweak.**

"*Would you kindly quit that?*"

"But... nipples... sensitive... and..."

"Yes, *and*. You're bloody half asleep. Can't you..."

"Blowjob?"

Sigh. Sigh? What...? But... want. And... "You're awake. Please?"

"No, you first." Looking... not hard. But the groping. And the tweaking and... not hard? Hmm. Climb down... between legs and...

**GULP**

"*Ohhhhhh.*"

**lick, suck, swirl, suck** Oh, better. Hard now. Yes. Yum. Sexy. **lick** Sexy...

**YAWN**

**lick, suck**

**ZZZZZ**

"**Master!!**"

Whuh...? Awake! Cock in mouth? Oh! Yes. Blowjob. But... tired. Sleepy.

"It's all right, Master. Just climb back up and go to sleep."

Pissed? Don't know why. Can't figure out... too tired, can't think.

Back in bed. Oh! Pillow. Chest. Nipples. Yum.

Hey! Going away?

Back.

DAMMIT.

Shirt?!

"Why...?"

"Because I'm in bed with a deranged half-asleep nipple-tweaker, that's why."

Pissed for sure. Oops. Fuck.

"Sorry, Padawan..."

"I know. Go to sleep."

Mmm. Kisses. Forehead. Kisses, lips... nice...

**ZZZZZ**

+++

Morning! Ahh, that's nice. I seem to remember something happening last night. Did Obi-Wan get annoyed with me for some reason? Let me think... I seem to remember something about nipple-tweaking. They really are such divine nipples, and I have such a hard time resisting them when I'm tired. I know they're sensitive, and he really only likes having me play with them when I've been licking every inch of his body, and even then only if it's exactly the right touch, but I just love seeing him squirm...

**Gaaahhh.**

"Padawan, those... are my balls you're grabbing."

"Mmm?"

"Padawan, please..."

"But... such *nice* balls."

That doesn't feel half-bad, but... it's so early, and I *really* need to piss. "Just let me..."

**Oooooohhhhhh...** Oh, such a nice warm mouth, and Force, he looks good, sucking my cock, with his eyes still shut from sleep and his hair all ruffled... but I've got to get up and piss. Have to... oh, Force... "Padawan?"

"Nrrrr nfff, mmmm brrrrrffff."

"Please..." I nudge him a little. "Just let me get up and piss. I'll be right back. I swear."

He pulls away and flops back onto the bed. "Frrmfff."

Why, oh, *why* couldn't I have ended up with a Padawan who's a morning person? I trudge off to the bathroom and have to wait a bit for my erection to go down. Then... *ohhhhh,* that's *much* better. I...

**Grope.**

"Yipe!" I wince as I end up splattering the front of the toilet. "Padawan...!"

"Didn't do anything."

I finish and mop up the front of the toilet. Obi-Wan pisses, yawning and generally leaving little puddles. I sigh heavily. His aim is so terrible.

He heads back to bed, either knowing I'll clean up after him or genuinely not noticing what he's done. I grimace, but mop up his little puddles and wash my hands afterwards. I climb back into bed next to him. He's snoring, of course. I sigh and thread my fingers, putting my hands behind my head.

"Rrrmff?"

"Good morning, Padawan."

**GROPE.**

"Yeaaughh!"

"Hrm?"

"Padawan, for fuck's sake, those are *still* my balls..."

"Yes, lovely."

"Padawan..." Oh, but that's starting to feel nice. I shift my legs, parting them for him. He's rubbing more gently now -- slower -- oh, I like that -- slower...

**ZZZZZ**

Oh, I'll get him for this. Tonight.

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