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Archive: MA, or ask me

Category: Q/O, Hurt/Comfort

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Summary: MMOM Ficlet. Masters always coddle injured padawans. Don't they?

Disclaimer: George's characters, not mine.

Feedback: Yes please.

Note: Thanks to Bonny for the beta. This was initially a mess. She unmessed it. However, any remaining messiness is mine. Thanks also to my master, Cuimne, for the ideas and suggestions.

It didn't hurt so much when they lifted me out of the bacta tank, but now that the healers have left me alone in the infirmary bed I find that I need to remember the lessons about releasing pain, moving through it, letting it flow from my body... I recall my master's voice, and many other voices over the years, telling me to let it go. I have never found it easy. I need to attain a healing trance but I can't stop my mind from wandering. I often wish that the Jedi healers would just give me painkillers.

Aren't masters supposed to be at their injured padawan's bedside? Where's mine?

My master knows what happened to me, although he was on a mission of his own when I was taken. Bastard Wey'al terrorists. They took particular delight in torturing me. Release that too, Kenobi. Such negative feelings are unworthy. Although my feelings were much more negative when they were breaking my fingers.

Qui-Gon will be here soon. He will run to the infirmary; to my bedside. He will take my hand... No, that would hurt. He will stroke my forehead gently. The headache isn't so bad now that the damaged eye has almost fully regenerated. He will say: "I am here, Obi-Wan. It's over. You're safe now." I will slip into a restful sleep, knowing that he won't leave me until I am ready to leave the infirmary, even though the healers will be insisting that he get some rest and nourishment himself. No, my well-being will be more important to him than his own needs.

I wonder where he is. He isn't far away - I can sense his presence close by. He is in the temple.

Let the pain go. It is just my body's warnings. Thank you, body, but I am completely aware of the damage. I can still feel the red hot rods held against my thighs, my chest...

When I am ready to leave here, my master will accompany me back to our quarters. I will insist on walking, no matter what it costs me. He will be there with a steadying arm, finally carrying me after I collapse against him, unable to go any further. He will lift me easily, and I will rest my head against his broad chest and close my eyes, surrendering to the fatigue and pain, calmed by his steady heartbeat.

Laying me with care on the couch, he will fuss over me - though he knows I hate that. I will smile resignedly up at him and he won't be able to resist bending over for a little kiss, the merest touch of lips, and that large hand stroking my cheek.

The broken cheekbone should be mended by then.

I will close my eyes and settle back, listening to the quiet sounds he makes moving about the room, preparing a simple meal for us. When I awake, he will have a dish of fruit and cheeses ready for us, with soft bread rolls.

The newly-implanted teeth won't be able to cope with crusty bread for a few days. But the swelling will have gone down.

He will feed me fruit, carefully preparing small bite-size portions and popping them directly into my mouth. As I lick the juice, my tongue will catch his fingers, lingering long enough to taste and he will leave his hand there stroking into my mouth. I will suckle the fingers, and groan as he moves closer, kneeling next to the couch so that he can slide his hand down inside my tunic and feel my...

No, the burns would hurt too much.

He will slowly take his hand from my mouth and move it straight to my groin, stroking me through my leggings.

Damn. With bandages on my hands and one arm tied down to the bacta drip, I can't pull the sheet down. I'll just have to stroke... Ahhh. Nice. Rubbing, not too hard.

He will stroke me for a while, knowing just how to tease me while building the delicious tension Then he will unfasten the laces and slide my leggings down, and take my aching erection in his huge hand, pumping slowly, fingers pressing, thumb stroking the tip while I make the little mewling sounds that I know turn him on.

Ow! Thrusting is not such a good idea with a fractured pelvis. I just need... I can only stroke... Shit! If I could roll over I could rub the mattress. No good. Hurts everywhere. Mmmmm... Keep rubbing with my hand then. A bit harder. And faster.

What was he doing? Ah, yes. One hand on my cock, and he will put the other one over my balls, squeezing just enough, rolling, as they tighten. "More, Master! I need..." He will know just what I need. His fingers will press lower, pressing into me, pushing insistently and working inside me...

Shit shit shit I can't reach. My wrist is aching.

Then he will release my weeping cock and bend his head, taking me whole into his mouth and sucking hard, tongue and lips moving to build the most amazing pleasure, sliding my foreskin down and tickling the sensitive ridge with his tongue before sliding up and almost off before going down on me again. My hands will be holding his head, tugging at his hair, as I push into his mouth...

Gah! Ah.... yesssssss.

Mmmm. Still hurts. But feels better.

One of the healers returns to check on me. I hide my lap as best I can. "Do you know where my master is?" Oh. He sent a message asking for a status report and went to the refectory for his dinner with Master Windu. Of course, he's hungry.

I try to wipe the evidence away with bandages and sheet. I'm only partially successful. Oh well. I think I can sleep now. I feel myself drifting away pleasantly; perhaps I'll have a nice dream...

"Padawan!"

He's here. Along with the healer.

"Have you prepared your report?"

"No, not yet, Master. I'm... My hands..."

"You can dictate it to the droid." He turned to the healer. "How long will he be in here this time?"

"No longer than a couple of days, Master Jinn. But he will need a period of recuperation before he is completely fit to resume duties."

Qui-Gon looked at me briefly. "Comm me before you are discharged, Padawan." He turned back to the healer. "Do you think you can get him well-bandaged before discharge? I don't want him to bleed all over my furniture like the last time."