Summary: Obi-Wan is knighted (making this an AU -no that
scene)
Notes: The Emu asked Santa for a virginObi story from Qui-Gon's
point of view -for some reason Santa thought I was an elf...
Thanks to michelle for the beta and use of the brain (this
brain thing started out as a joke...). Dedicated to my
sa who I have been neglecting -love you sweetie.
Knighted. My Obi-Wan has passed his trials and has this very
day been knighted. Pride fills me. Not an emotion for a Jedi to
succumb to, but I allow it for a moment, for he is bright and
capable and beautiful and I had some small measure in forming
him. He will be one of the Order's greatest assets, of that I
am certain.
I run my hand gently along the doorframe, the wood warm and
smooth beneath my palm, and take one last, lingering look at
his room. His quilt, a study in cream, tan and brown, tiny,
even stitches worked in intricate patterns by his own hand
graces the bed; tunics, leggings, robes -the quilt is a
patchwork picture of his apprenticeship. Several dozen books
grace the shelves by the bed, texts in a handful of languages
on a variety of papers and in different bindings. A small holo
sits on the dresser -a picture of the two of us holding the
third position of the sixth movement of the basic 'saber kata.
It will not be long before he will be gone from this place and
all these personal touches with him. I know it is what I have
trained him for, to stand on his own, but I am still saddened
by the hole I know his absence will leave in my life.
I pour myself a small measure of Malasterean Brandy and take it
with me to my own room. Sitting in my chair, I sip slowly at my
drink, letting the liquor burn along my throat and into my
stomach, warming me from the inside out. I look out over the
Coruscant skyline visible from my window, not really seeing the
metal and glass jungle or the ships that flow in long lines
-small blips against the sky.
I do not know how long I have been sitting here, staring out
but not seeing, lost in my thoughts. It has grown almost dark
when a soft noise at the door catches my attention. I turn my
head.
"Master."
Obi-Wan. Wrapped in his cloak and standing in the long shadows
by the door. I fancy for a moment that he is already the ghost
he is to become to these quarters. I hold out my hand and he
comes forward, fully human and present and carefully kneels in
front of me -head bowed, cloak wrapped securely around himself.
I finger the empty spot behind his right ear, lingering there.
Just this morning I had braided the long length of hair,
repeated for the last time the ritual words that we had shared
for so long. This afternoon I had watched as Obi-Wan drew his
lightsaber through the braid, severing it and handing it to me.
I can still feel the shiver that went through me as he spoke
the ritual words, voice low but even, eyes on mine. "I give to
you the symbol of my apprenticeship to you. Now I take my place
among the Knights of the Order of Jedi." I welcomed him to our
ranks with a warm hug and a chaste kiss for either cheek, his
braid held tightly in my closed hand.
The braid is in a small pouch clipped to my utility belt. I
shall always carry that small part of my padawan with me where
ever I go. Only fair, as he carries my heart with him.
I slide my fingers along the shell of his ear and cup his
cheek, the rough hint of beard tickles my palm. I raise his
head and am caught by his eyes. Grey in the half-light of
twilight, the black pupils have dilated to compensate for the
growing darkness in the room. He is as beautiful kneeling here
before me with the setting sun and dancing shadows of the
passing ships on his face as he has ever been.
"Master."
I place a finger across his lips, quieting him.
"I am your Master no longer." I try to keep the sorrow from my
voice, but it comes out somewhat huskily.
"I know. And now that I am my own person, I would give you a
gift."
"A gift?" Although not unheard of, it is an unusual request
that my padawan makes.
"Yes, to celebrate your success in having raised a padawan into
a knight."
"Obi-Wan, I didn't... You don't have to-" It is his turn to
silence me. His finger against my lip is callused from years of
'saber training.
"I would give you a gift and I hope that you will accept it."
His finger prevents my answer and then he is sliding his robe
from his shoulders and letting it pool around his body on the
floor.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him. He wears
nothing but his skin beneath his robe. His body is beautiful,
honed by years under my tutelage -a masterpiece we have
sculpted together. He bows his head again before me.
"I would give you the gift of my body, if you will have it."
If I would have it? Never in my fondest dreams dared I hope to
hold this young man in my arms as my lover. There was our age
difference, our student/teacher relationship and his vow of
chastity, a vow which many apprentices took in order to
concentrate on their studies.
"You would have me take your virginity?" My own voice is so
husky now that I can barely recognise it.
"And more." His words, though soft, are fierce. He lifts his
head and his eyes burn with a fire I feel reflected in my soul.
I tilt his head and lower mine, bringing our lips together as I
wordlessly accept his gift. I feel a shock go through me as our
lips meet, as if the Force itself were kissing with us. His
mouth opens beneath mine and I echo the movement, closing my
eyes as I drown in the sweet taste of him. I slip my tongue
gently between his lips, drinking more deeply and a small
whimper escapes him into me. As my tongue retreats, his follows
tentatively into my mouth. When I moan my approval he surges up
and against me, deepening the kiss with electric urgency.
He reaches for my belt with trembling hands, fingers fumbling
with haste. I take them in my own and, breaking our kiss, bring
them up to my mouth to softly kiss each palm. I lick the pad of
each finger and swirl my tongue over their tips, then twine our
fingers together.
"Shh. There is no need for haste, my Obi-Wan. We have all the
time we need."
"I need forever, Master." I believe him -there is such want in
his voice and I know that his hopes are matched only by my own.
"Then you shall have it."
I stand and lead him to my bed. As I begin to undo my belt, he
stops me.
"I would," he stops and clears his throat, endearingly shy. "I
would like to undress you."
His words peak my arousal and I have to hold myself back from
throwing him into my bed and ravishing him. I manage to smile
and nod, speech suddenly beyond my capacity. His hands are
still trembling a little as he removes my belt and sash, but
they are warm and welcome as they part my tunics, pushing the
material up and over my shoulders from whence it falls to the
floor, forgotten.
He runs his hands along my chest, gently, barely touching me,
and then repeats the caress, more firmly this time. My eyes
travel from his hands on my body, to the wonder and joy on his
face, to the heave of his chest as his breathing quickens and
back always to the hands smoothing over my skin.
His hands drift to the waistband of my leggings, lingering
there a moment before travelling upwards once again. On the
second pass, a finger breaches the waistband and skims lightly
around the edge along my skin before retreating once again. On
the third pass, I grasp his hand gently in mine and pull it
down to my groin, pressing it tightly against my hardness.
"Please," I say softly to him.
He looks up at me as his hand closes over my erection and
suddenly we are kissing again, mouths moulding together. When
he pulls away I realise that my leggings have pooled around the
tops of my boots -undone while I had been lost in our kiss. One
side of his mouth quirks up and he drops again to his knees,
fingers pulling apart the buckles on my boots.
"Obi-Wan," I begin to protest, but he interrupts.
"I want to."
And he does. I can hear the longing in his voice. It is the
same longing that lives within me -the longing to do everything
for my love, to touch every inch of him, body and soul, to
succour him, comfort him, love him...
I lift my legs, one and then the other, for him as he pulls off
my boots, my leggings sliding off with them. He sits back on
his haunches, looking up at my body, like a postulant at his
place of worship. But I can see that his devotion is pale in
comparison to his love for me. His eyes shine with it. I can
only hope that my own love for him is as easily read in my
eyes.
His gaze travels down my body again, lingering on my erection
and he touches it. One finger gently caresses me from root to
tip and I choke back my shout, grabbing his hands before he has
a chance to do it again and I get completely lost in his touch.
I pull him up and manoeuvre him onto the bed, taking a moment
to look my fill. His body shimmers in the twilight, gold and
purple highlighting the well-defined muscles. My eyes are drawn
to his penis. Hard and curving up towards his belly, it calls
to me and I drop to my knees beside the bed. I look up at him,
my intent clear in my eyes and I see him swallow, hands
clenching at his sides, hips arching minutely.
My eyes never leave his face as I bend slowly towards his
erection. Even after his own eyes close in anticipation I
watch, wanting to see the pleasure on his features as my mouth
closes over him. I take hold of his penis with one hand and
gently pull back the foreskin. He moans and shifts, wanting
more. I flatten my tongue and lick across the tip of his
phallus and his whole body freezes, his mouth opening on a
soundless scream of pleasure. I repeat the lick and let go of
his penis, opening my mouth. He arches up off the bed, pushing
his erection into my mouth and I slide my hands around his
hips, guiding the frantic thrusting as I suck and tongue the
hot glide of silky flesh.
His body freezes again, a strangled shout finding it's way past
his throat as he comes. His seed pours into my mouth and down
my throat and my swallows caress his penis, making his body
quiver with aftershocks.
"Oh, I never knew," he whispers, gasping slightly as his body
melts against the bed. I reluctantly release his penis from my
mouth, carefully bathing first it and then his testicles with
my tongue, enjoying the flavour of him.
I lick my way downward, nipping at the tender flesh behind his
knees and making sure I don't tickle as my tongue passes along
the soles of his feet. I nuzzle my way up again, by-passing his
slowly rising penis for a dip into his navel. This time I do
tickle, though his laughter cuts off with a gasp as I flick my
tongue over one of his nipples. He moans as I take the nub
between my lips and tug. I give the same attention to his other
nipple before nuzzling my way up to ear.
"What do you want, my Obi-Wan?" I whisper as I trace the shell
of his ear with the tip of my tongue.
"Exactly that."
"What?"
"To be your Obi-Wan. Make me yours. Take me."
And so I do. I accept the gift of his body, the gift of my own
heart and in turn gift him with my soul as I pour my seed into
his body.
He is splendid as he writhes beneath me, our bodies creating
this new kata that we perform together. His body arches and
pushes towards me as my fingers enter him one by one by one. He
is hot and tight and I can hardly breathe, my own hands
trembling now as his had done. I try to get him to turn to his
side, but he will not.
"I want to see you. I want to watch your face as you fill me."
I can deny him nothing, so I push his knees up and he grabs
onto them, spreading them and I start trembling all over again
as he demonstrates his utter trust in me. I push into him,
watching his face for pain, but there is very little and he
arches up against me, impatient with the slow pace I am
setting.
I slide in until I can feel my hips pressed against the insides
of his thighs and he lets go of his knees to wrap his legs
around my waist and his hands around my arms. He holds me still
until I focus on his face, looking into his eyes. Wordless, our
emotions pass between us as we gaze into each other's eyes.
With a low growl that sounds possessive even to my own ears I
bend to kiss him, tongue mating roughly with his own and then I
begin to move within his body.
I try to keep the pace slow and gentle, but he has other ideas
and is meeting my thrusts, increasing their speed and strength.
I start to match him and our climax builds quickly between us.
As I plunge faster and harder into his body, I begin to lose
track of where I end and he begins and as I feel my orgasm
rushing through my body it feels as though we merge into one
being -a being that explodes apart into a million tiny
fragments before slowly coalescing back into two halves.
I pull gently out of his body and we give up the connection
with reluctance. Lying next to him, I pull him into my arms,
luxuriating in the joy of having him so near. He burrows closer
against me, nestling into me as if he would forever merge our
bodies to reflect our souls.
"I love you, my Qui-Gon," he murmurs against my skin and my
arms tighten about him. If I were not already lost, the sound
of my name spoken by him for the first time would have made me
so.
My newly knighted Obi-Wan's day was already a triumph and now
it is doubly so as he has made me whole.
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