Master Apprentice Archive Photographs & Memories: The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 2000-09-28 Quick search:

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Rating: NC17

Paring: Q/O

Category: Romance, PWP

Spoilers: None

Summary: A series of "photographs" and "memories" that relate to Qui-Gon. Each segment is a stand-alone piece, and they are in no certain order.

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.

Author's Notes: These were inspired by the wonderful series "Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, This Is Your Life" done by Pumpkin. It is with her permission that I attempt a similar series about Qui-Gon's life. Pumpkin, thank you so much for allowing me to play in your sandbox.

And to pumpkin, and my master, thank-you for your wonderful betas.

It is very late when I finally make it back to the quarters I share with Obi-Wan.

After spending long hours with the Council in yet another round of endless debates, I find the silence of our rooms refreshing. Obi-Wan's rotation as an instructor is almost over, and though I know how much he enjoys spending time with the initiates, I am eager to have our names returned to the duty roster.

I slip quietly into the fresher for a shower, allowing the hot water to soothe the aches that come from sitting too long in one place. I sense Obi-Wan's restlessness through our bond, and quickly turn off the water, reaching for a towel as I do so. He is asleep, but like myself, he cannot find true rest unless we are in each other's arms. It is another interesting facet of the lifebond we share.

I lift the sheet and slide into bed, determined not to wake him, yet even in sleep, he is aware of my presence and rolls over from his stomach to his side, making room for me.

"Master," he mumbles sleepily as I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. He snuggles within my arms and he is warm and soft and smells of soap and sleep. Peace envelops us like a comfortable blanket as the Force whispers serenely around us.

He burrows deeper in my arms, nestling his head under my chin and sliding his knee between my legs. "Love you," he murmurs against my throat.

"As I love you, my Obi-Wan." Our bond is strong enough that we no longer need to speak the words, our hearts are open to one another, but it is nonetheless a comfort to share our feelings aloud.

We drift together, enjoying our closeness, and for a time nothing else matters but the man I hold in my arms. My Padawan, yes, but he is so much more. He is my best friend, my partner, my lover, my light and my lifemate. He is, to put it simply, the other half of my soul.

I press a gentle kiss on the top of his head, as once again I am filled with awe and wonder at this precious gift the Force has given us. The love we share is deep and pure, and by itself it is more than I ever dreamed I would have. And yet the Force chose to allow us to lifebond as well. A very precious gift, indeed.

I treasure each moment I have with my lifemate. I take nothing for granted, and in this I differ from Obi-Wan. I know he does not wonder at the strength of our love or the intensity our bond, he just accepts it, much the same way as he accepts breathing. He is so young, and does not have the experience my age has given me in the ways of love. He doesn't know how fleeting relationships can be, has never known the pain that comes from being alone. For Obi-Wan, being in love and being loved in return is all he has known. And thanks to our lifebond, it is all he will ever know.

In my lifetime I have known and lost love, more than once. I am well acquainted with the fragility of the heart, and have spent far too many years alone, even if it was at my own choosing. So yes, I am very appreciative of the love Obi-Wan and I share, and of the bond that ensures we will never be alone again. Next to the Force, he is the most important thing in my life, and regardless of where we are, whether in our quarters or on a distant planet, when I am in his arms, I am at home.

Obi-Wan shifts slightly in my arms, and I feel his lips brush softly against my throat. "Love you so much," he whispers, lifting his head so that he can look at me. Our bond is pulsating with love and respect, and for a moment all I can do is stare back at him. He leans towards me, and I meet him halfway. "So much," he sighs, touching his lips to mine.

We kiss, and it is tender, sweet and full of promise. His mouth parts under mine, a gentle invitation which I can never refuse, and I slide my tongue out to taste his lips. A soft moan escapes him as I run my tongue over the sensitive underside of his bottom lip. He reaches up and slips his hand around my neck, tugging lightly, and I comply, rolling us so that he is beneath me.

I deepen our kiss, moving my tongue inside his mouth, and soon find what I am seeking as his tongue slides silkily against mine. We languidly explore each other's mouths, taking our time, as neither of us feels the need to rush to the ultimate conclusion.

His penis is beginning to thicken between us, as is my own, which is pressed against his thigh. Still, we take our time and our lovemaking this night will be soft and slow and wonderfully sweet. Though only a few hours remain until dawn breaks across the busy Coruscant sky, we will greet the day feeling well rested and refreshed, despite our lack of sleep. It is always this way, our bond renewing us.

I break our kiss and raise my head so that I can look at him, something I never seem to be able to get enough of. He slides his hand from the back of my neck to my cheek and I cannot help but lean into his gentle caress. I gaze into his eyes, deeply humbled at the strength of his love for me. His soft sigh tells me that he sees the same depth of emotion written on my face.

"So very much," he repeats, and pulls my face down for another kiss. His lips part and I gladly accept his offer to once more taste the sweetness of his mouth, his tongue, and his breath. I love kissing him. I drink greedily, filling myself with the essence of my Obi-Wan - the way he tastes, the way he smells, the way he feels. Is his kiss so wonderful because of how much I love him?

He spreads his legs, and I settle between his parted thighs as we continue to kiss. Our soft sighs and quiet moans are a beautiful symphony of sound, more harmonious than any music ever played on even the finest of instruments. There is nothing sweeter than the resonance of our lovemaking.

The hand on my back is suddenly gone and I hear him fumble at the bedside table as he blindly seeks the small vial of oil waiting there. Then he touches my shoulder, and I pull one arm from around him, taking the vial from his hand. Not wanting to stop kissing him, even for a moment, I manage to dislodge the cork in the vial with my thumb and tip it slightly, feeling the thick oil run down my fingers and into my palm. I re-cork the vial and toss it in the general direction of the bedside table. I shift slightly, just enough to be able to reach between us, and slide my palm across his hip, my fingers lightly brushing his engorged flesh. I swallow his groan and continue moving downward until I find the entrance to his body.

He raises his knees, his feet planted firmly on the bed, giving me easier access, and I gently circle the tight muscle with my oiled finger before I slowly begin to push inside. He groans again as I breach his entrance and then my finger is sliding easily into him. After a moment, I insert a second finger, spreading the thick oil as I slowly work my fingers deep inside him.

When he is ready, I pull my fingers out of him and close my hand around my erection, coating it with the oil on my palm. Then I guide myself to his opening, and with just a little bit of pressure, the head of my penis slips inside of his body. I wrap my arm around him as I move to once again cover his body with my own. I continue to push myself deeper inside of Obi-Wan, and he is tight and hot and our joining is perfect as it always is.

We are still kissing, our tongues sliding easily in and out of each other's mouths, as we hold one another close. Our bond is throbbing with joy, and the Force surrounds us with love and light. It is this way each time we make love. When I am fully sheathed inside my Obi-Wan, I stop, allowing his body to adjust to my size, and I am once again filled with so much love for him, that I'm sure, this time, my heart will burst from the sheer immensity of it.

I finally break our kiss and press my lips against his ear. "Obi-Wan, my beloved Obi-Wan," I breath as I begin to move inside him. "You are my heart and my soul and I love you with every moment fate has given me to love."

"My Qui-Gon," he sighs softly into my neck. "My light and my life."

We make tender, sweet love, taking our time, savoring each precious moment, and it is wonderful. We trade endearments for a time and then we are kissing again, as our bodies move together in perfect rhythm.

Suddenly he gasps, his body stiffening in my arms, and then our stomachs are being bathed with his warm wetness as his orgasm washes over him. He shudders, his body contracting tightly around my penis, and with a groan, I follow him, spurting my seed deep within him.

"My love, my love," I whisper huskily. I roll us over, our bodies still joined, so that we are lying side by side. "You are so very precious to me."

"I love you, Master," he responds, his voice heavy with sleep. "I will always love you."

He is asleep almost before he finishes speaking and I hold him close, enjoying the comfort that being near him always brings me. Soon I will join him in his dreams, but for now I will hold him, and once more thank the Force for this priceless gift.

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