OTPs, Fluff and Predictability

by Inya Dreems (inyadreems@hotmail.com)

Archive: M_A; anyone else, just ask. As if.

Category: humour/parody, Q/O, Q/OMC

Rating: Not very hot. 13?

Warnings: Not trying to offend anyone, really. Not betad. First time for me.

Summary: Inspired by the discussion on the list.

Disclaimers: George's characters, not mine.

Feedback: Please be gentle with me

They had been lovers since Obi-Wan's coming of age, years before, and had been totally faithful to each other during all that time, the years when they were still bound together as Master and Padawan, and then since Obi-Wan's knighting when they continued to work together. Until now. Their current mission on the world of Sslashphanonn had brought temptation their way that Qui-Gon could see his lover was finding hard to ignore.

When Obi-Wan looked at the beautiful Princess Oh-effsee, with her long mane of golden hair decorated with tiny stars of Byssan crystals, her lissom form barely concealed under the fine Corellian silk gown of pale lilac, he could see the desire in the younger man's changeable eyes, now shining deep blue. At the end of the ball celebrating the conclusion of successful negotiations to incorporate the planet into the Republic, Qui-Gon looked around for his lover but realised he had left, obviously along with the Princess.

Qui-Gon felt the stirrings of jealousy and anger, and was preparing to leave the lavish ballroom when he caught the eye of the Princess's older brother, the charming and handsome Prince Oh-emmsee. The Prince was of darker colouring than his sister, but no less attractive with burnished chestnut hair flowing free to his strong shoulders, his tight scarlet tunic reaching to his finely-muscled thighs. The Prince had spoken to the Jedi Master earlier in the evening, and Qui-Gon had found an intellect and character to admire along with the mutual physical attraction.

"Two can play at this game, my Obi-Wan," thought Qui-Gon, as he reached to take the Prince's hand and lead him from the ballroom towards the quarters they had been assigned. He knew Obi-Wan was not in their quarters when they arrived, and upon entering the dimly lit room, by the light of the open fire in the hearth, Qui-Gon offered his visitor wine. Oh-emmsee had taken just a sip when the Jedi put down his own goblet and slid his arms around the younger man, leaning down to gently kiss the wine-flavoured lips.

"The first time with another since Obi-Wan," he thought, but pushed the guilt to the back of his mind. The Prince was responding warmly to the kiss, when the door opened suddenly and Obi-Wan walked in, alone.

"Sith," said Qui-Gon. "Obi-Wan, I didn't expect ... "

"That is obvious, Qui-Gon," the younger Jedi shot back. Even in the firelight, Qui-Gon could see those beautiful eyes glowing bright green with hurt and jealousy.

"Err, I think I'd better leave," stammered the Prince, taking in the intimidating sight of an angry Jedi Knight. He hastily made his departure.

"Obi-Wan, I thought you and Princess Oh-effsee were ...."

"She hoped so too. But I informed her I am already in a relationship. Although now I'm not so sure just what that relationship is."

"I am truly sorry, my love. Please forgive me. I have no wish to hurt you."

"I suppose I should have expected this. You have had so many lovers in the past, Qui-Gon. Xanatos, Mace, Tahl, Valorum, and those I don't know about. How many more were there? I've heard rumours, of course, but didn't believe them. You never gave me cause to believe them until now. How many since we've been together, Qui? What about those rumours - I'd heard of you and Chancellor Palpatine, Amidala's handmaidens, Jar Jar Binks, even Master Yoda! How much truth was there?" Obi-Wan's eyes were now stormy grey with anger.

"Of course it's not true. How could you believe that? They are vicious rumours put about by people who don't want us to be together. Like the rumours I've heard about you with Garen, Bruck, Anakin. Of course, *I* didn't believe them. I trusted you."

Obi-Wan looked sad, now, his eye colour changing again to pale purple. "Perhaps we are not meant to be together for ever. Perhaps this is as far as we can go."

"Don't tell me you are bailing out of our relationship now, Obi-Wan. You can't mean it."

"Perhaps we need a trial separation. Some time apart, to re-think things." Obi-Wan moved to the refreshment area of their quarters and began making tea, always a soothing process. The sight of his former Padawan, sighing as he poured the spicy leaves into the pot, brushing back his thick golden copper hair from his eyes, stirred Qui-Gon as it always did since that moment years ago when he realised how much he loved the then boy, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He took Obi-Wan's hands in his own, poured all the love and desire he felt for Obi-Wan through the bond they still shared, and looked deep into his eyes. Qui-Gon knew both desire and love were returned, from the direct link mind to mind, and from the rich red colour of Obi-Wan's eyes.

The passionate kiss that followed swallowed up all the hurt and pain both had felt, and as desperate need overtook them both clothing and boots were torn from bodies and sent flying around the room as they joined in front of the roaring fire. Pure joy swept through Obi-Wan to know he had been totally wrong to believe they would ever be apart, and he gazed at his lover with joyful, shining yellow eyes.

One of Qui-Gon's boots had hit the small table where earlier in the day Obi-Wan had been spending time in his hobby of model making, the small unfinished spacecraft smashing off the table and a tube of glue landing on the floor pooling over the boot. Obi-Wan's boots followed in the same general direction, landing next to Qui-Gon's in the glue pool. The droid who arrived the following morning to clean and tidy the guest rooms, 1-teepee, could see that the two humans still lying entangled together, now in the large bed, were indeed destined to be together. For after all, they had a sole-bond.

Cringe. Sorry. Really.
Love
Inya