Necessities

by Hilary (padawanhilary@gonwan.com)

Rating: R

Archive: Ask me, or Master Jacynthe's: http://jdemorae.slashcity.tv/lightsaberissues/index.html

Series: none

Categories: Q/O, PWP, kink references (you were expecting anything other?), humor/parody (well, I don't know if it's funny enough to be a humor/parody, but it's definitely irreverent)

Feedback: Dying for it, please. padawanhilary@gonwan.com

Summary: You wouldn't believe what that boy keeps in his utility belt.

Spoilers/Warnings: I make free with safe sex rules. If that bugs you, go you 'way.

Disclaimers: Someday I intend to use my own beloved, beautiful characters to write for fame, fortune and glory. Today is not that day.

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Credits: Prompted by Ghostwriter's "Revelations" and the discussion that ensued. I am sure she wanted something a little more tender in which bonding rings were mentioned, but this is what came out. Like I needed any more bunnies.

Qui-Gon bowed and left the Council chamber quickly. He disliked it when the Council shipped them out like this: "Greetings, Master Jinn, here is the briefing datapad: you'll have to read it on the cruiser that departs in an hour." Of course it hadn't been quite so summary, but the effect was near enough.

He hurried back to the quarters he shared with his padawan. Obi-Wan wasn't going to like this. The problem was that Obi-Wan was going to be a lot more vocal about it than Qui-Gon had been.

He put that out of his head and tried to make a mental list of the things they would need. It would be a short assignment: a simple, quick negotiation on a planet only a system away. They would be gone no more than three days, he surmised.

He keyed the door open and went straight to his room, putting two uniforms, an extra tunic and some other small necessities in a pack. He threaded his robe through the handle of the pack and tossed it into the hallway near the door.

He and his padawan had been involved for some time now, so they felt comfortable doing small, mundane things like washing each others' backs, sharing tea mugs and packing for each other. He wished Obi-Wan were here now so that he could pack his own gear while Qui-Gon went through their quarters setting things to rights, but there was no time. He stopped, glancing at the couch in the common room.

Obi-Wan's utility belt was slung casually across it. He wondered at it a second, but then assumed that his padawan would have no need of it in a history exam. Quickly, he moved into the common room and took it up, opening one pocket quickly, looking to make sure Obi-Wan had an extra light cell just in case.

The small pouch hid four condoms.

Qui-Gon frowned. Condoms? He and Obi-Wan didn't use condoms. And *four* of them? That was a lot of sex waiting to happen. Puzzled, he closed the pouch and moved to the next one, telling himself he was still looking for a light cell.

It contained a small vial of tablets labeled "Hangover." Qui-Gon snorted. Obi-Wan was notorious for his indulgences, though he never allowed them to hamper his duties. Now the master could see why. He turned the bottle over to look for an ingredient list. He found nothing and decided he probably didn't want to know. He tucked the bottle away.

The next pouch on the belt contained a light cell. He thought, /Well. I can stop looking and pack his clothes now./ And he opened the next pouch.

It contained a shiny black thing jammed in very tightly, and Qui-Gon could not determine what it was. He considered leaving it alone. He closed the pouch. He opened it again. He wiggled the thing out of the pocket. It unrolled nearly to the floor in a shining black strand, some kind of tight leather cording. Qui-Gon looked at it, interested. It was long. Long enough to do any one of a number of things Qui-Gon could name right off the top of his head. He felt it: it was soft. It gave a little, stretching only slightly when he tugged on it with a few inches of it between his hands, but he imagined it had quite a bounce to it when the entire length was in play.

He narrowed his eyes. Well *that* was something he hadn't expected. Utility leather was quite different from the synthetic that this had been crafted from. Intrigued, he swung it a little, then drew back and *cracked* the strand satisfactorily.

There were a few things his padawan didn't know about *him* as well.

Unfortunately, as he tried to re-roll the cord, he found it was going to be a veritable bitch to get back into the pouch. Skipping it, he tossed the strand over one shoulder and moved on to the next pouch. He was now unabashedly going through his padawan's possessions. And he was having fun.

The next pouch held a small vial of "personal lubricant." Qui-Gon could not have been any less surprised.

The following pocket contained a small, blue cloth wrapped up loosely, and it made a soft chinking noise. He opened it and found, to his astonishment, two rings. They were simple and plain but well crafted of some swirling silver and gold element from another system. He'd never seen anything like them. One of them was markedly larger than the other. His eyes widened and his mouth went dry.

And Obi-Wan walked in.

"Master," he began from the foyer, talking as he walked, "I feel really good about that test today. I think I--"

Obi-Wan stopped in the doorway. "What-- my belt. You--?" he stammered.

Qui-Gon drew his most masterly appearance around him and said, "I think you have some explaining to do."

"You--" Obi-Wan sputtered. "You were going through my things."

"Yes," Qui-Gon replied simply. "I started to pack for you because we're due at the docking bay in about a half. I wanted to make sure you had a light cell." It sounded lame, even though that *had* been how he got started with this little venture, but his gaze never wavered.

Obi-Wan looked at him suspiciously. "And *I* have explaining to do."

Qui-Gon looked at him steadily. "Condoms?"

"Months old," Obi-Wan retorted evenly. "In fact, I forgot they were in there."

Qui-Gon suppressed his unreasoning relief. "Hangover medication?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "You know me. I like my Corellian ale."

"*This?*" Qui-Gon tugged the strap off his shoulder and held it up.

Obi-Wan grew a look in his eyes that made his master shiver inexplicably. "Many uses, that," Obi-Wan said quietly, his voice predatory. "I assumed we would get to it sooner or later."

"Mmm." The noise was involuntary and marked Qui-Gon's obvious interest in the promise. Then he remembered the small blue cloth in his hand, wrapped around-- "These?" He held the rings up in his palm.

Obi-Wan stepped close, shrugging. "A metal mined from the bottom of the Calamarian oceans. Interesting, isn't it? It apparently enhances--"

"Padawan."

"--desire. Though I have never tested that claim. They seem to be good for stamina, as well. Something about the vibrational quality of the--"

"Padawan."

"They're bonding rings, Master." Obi-Wan blurted, both hopeful and defeated. The petulant indignation in his eyes and tone had fled, and now he was all one question. "I thought that-- maybe, when you-- when we--"

"Yes."

Obi-Wan looked up, startled. "You-- yes?"

Qui-Gon smiled, and then he held up the leather strap. "As long as you'll--"

It was Obi-Wan's turn to smile. "Yes."

End.