There Is No Passion

by Cuimne ( cuimne@mindspring.com )

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: O/M

Warnings: mild SPOILER for AOTC

Written: 18 May 2002

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Archive: Yes

Disclaimer: No, the Jedi aren't mine. I'm just borrowing them for a wee bit for some fun, not profit.

Thank you Master Yogie for reminding me that Mace isn't Qui-Gon, but he is still one fine dude.

It's not an easy challenge. The life of a Jedi is a hard life. Today it might have become unbearable. He was *that* close to losing the one attachment he should never have made. There is no passion, there is serenity.

Oh, but buried deep, there is passion. Wild abandoned feelings as light as air. The embodiment of that passion lay by his side. They had lied to each other. Theirs was not an attachment. It was just release. Purging of the adrenalin the body builds up for battle. Maybe it didn't start as a lie. But it had become a lie as they sought out each other more often for release.

Today they had fought in the arena side by side in the style of Master and Apprentice. Today, that dormant bond had flared, and they fought in perfect synchronicity. Oh and it had felt so sweet to know who was covering his back.

It felt so sweet to hold that body in his arms tonight. To sooth his ache feeling that strongly muscled body writhing under his firm touch.

"Yes," the man in his arms had whispered.

"Shields," the other had reminded him.

And together they let passion take them. Together they let their bodies move to the music their souls made. Together their souls danced among the stars and floated together light as air. Their passion was no less deep for the whispers they gave to each other as they soared.

"Obi-Wan."

"Mace."

~ end ~