Disclaimer: All characters in this story are owned by
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Rating: R
Category: Humor {its quick and its silly}
Archive: m_a, The Temple Library and Kayla's Fantasy Archive.
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Author's Notes: Keeper's Claim Challenge
Its for the best....
All grown up....
Obi-Wan fooled them, as he snuck back to his shared quarters
with Qui-Gon Jinn, holding his prize in his hands. He snuck off
to his Masters and his rooms, and shut the door. He smiled.
Unwrapping the cloth from his prize, he giggled. "I show him."
he sighed, and looked back at the possession in his hand. "Yes,
you are. You are mine. Kiss Kiss." Obi-Wan cooed and giggled,
walking over to his bed. He mimicked his Master's stern voice,
"Just because I am a Jedi....I can't have my own..."
"Padawan?" Obi-Wan shot up, sitting poker straight.
"Yes, Master?"
"Where are you?" That deep voice of Qui-Gon's floating through
the doorway, Obi-Wan moved quickly and hid his favorite toy.
Sitting on it, just as the door was flung open.
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. "Who were you talking too?"
Obi-Wan blushed, "No one."
Qui-Gon shifted a bit, and looked around the room. "Padawan?"
"I was listening to the vid-com." Obi-Wan moved slightly on his
bed, and asked, "Can I help you with something?"
Qui-Gon smiled, he was hiding something. His padawan was never
very good at hiding things. "Yes," he purred, " There is
something you can help me with." Qui-Gon stepped in the
doorway, and leered at Obi-Wan. "I do require some assistance
with this, problem."
Obi-Wan could only describe the look on his Master's face as a
leer. He gulped, an evil leer. But he would not be tricked so
easily. While he loved his Master to no ends, Qui-Gon was a
devious Jedi.. He would only actively seduce his padawan when
he wanted something.... or when he was about to send him some
where horrid.
Obi-Wan slid back on his bed, and gulped. "Stay right there."
"Insolent."
"No. Paranoid." Obi-Wan smirked. "What do you want?"
"Nothing." He leered again, moving to take off his robes. Obi's
eyes fixed on his Master's strong chest. Watching his hands run
down the front of his body to unwrap the body that haunted his
dreams. Qui-Gon smiled again as he noticed Obi-Wan licking his
lips.
"Still.... paranoid?" Qui-Gon smirked. He took a few steps
forward, and stopped in front of his heavy breathing padawan.
"Want me to go?" He ran his large hand down his apprentice's
cheek. "hmmmmm...."
"No." It was barely a whisper. "No, I don't." Qui-Gon reached
down to kiss Obi-Wan, capturing his mouth possessively. Obi-Wan
was melting against him, pressing closer, wanting his Master on
him, around him.... in him. He whimpered a bit, and slid his
arms around his neck.... returning the kiss.... deeply drinking
of Qui-Gon.... when suddenly he was yanked up off the bed, and
his possession that he had been hiding was yanked up into the
air in front of his Master's eyes.
"Your teddy bear?"
It took Obi-Wan a minute to realize they were no longer
kissing. And another moment to get angry. "You tricked
me!"
"Your teddy bear? Really Obi-Wan, I thought I told you to get
rid of this thing. We just dropped it off this morning with
Master Depa for the crèche. We discussed this."
"You discussed it."
Qui-Gon clicked his tongue. "Maybe I should bring it down to
the crèche, the little padawan's would love to play with
it."
"But the bear down." Qui-Gon had never seen that look in
Obi-Wan's eyes before.
"Padawan, it is a toy."
"Drop the bear."
"You are 21 years old, Obi-Wan Ken...." He looked over at his
apprentice, and took a step back. "Anger leads to hate,
padawan."
Obi-Wan turned on his heal, and stormed out of the room.
Curious as to what his apprentice was up to, he followed him
out into the great room, and heard a commotion the bathroom.
Curious, he tucked the bear into his robes and followed. It
sounded like a whooshing sound. When he walked around the
corner, Qui-Gon's eyes popped out of his head. Standing over
his commode was his padawan, constantly flushing the water,
staring at him, the threat evident, holding his... his...
his.... his.... NOO!
"Pookie!" Qui-Gon shrieked.
"Drop. The. Bear."
"You wouldn't"
Obi-Wan released the stuffed Wookie and let it hang in mid-air,
held by the Force, dangling over the water. The horror! Obi-Wan
raised an eyebrow, and the stuffed animal lowered quietly
towards the rushing waters.
Qui-Gon did as he was told, and backed up against the wall.
The wookie slowly floated over to Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan picked
up his bear. Walking past Qui-Gon, he moved into their shared
bedroom. Qui-Gon walked out into the main room again,
possessively holding his Pookie. "My. Bear." Obi-Wan had his
back to him, a Force flung a pillow and blanket at Qui-Gon
shoving his out the door in the process.
"What's this for?"
"That, my Master," Obi-Wan stood at the door, dropping his
leggings casually to the floor, while his Master's eyes grew
wide, "is for tricking me. You may sleep on the couch tonight."
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