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Notes: I finished this snippet about a year ago, I think. It was originally part of a chan story I no longer think it will work in. But I showed it to Pumpkin some time back and she thought I should send it out as a snippet.  Emu saw it as well and conceded that while it was a fine snippet she'd prefer a fic to go with it. /g/

Anyhow, it's four am and I'm feeling nostalgic for the days when I wrote lots of Q/O fic so I decided to post it.

Thank you to Pumpkin and the Emu for their respective opinions.

Qui-Gon leaned against the wall, staring out into the night. His eyes were inevitably drawn back to the naked boy, young man, he corrected himself, sleeping in his bed.

Watching Obi-Wan's chest rise and fall he could almost feel the sweet breath against his skin. He could almost feel his padawan's touch, gentle and tender.

He had never liked to be touched gently. He had always preferred strong hands touching him roughly. Obi-Wan's hands were strong, but they were tempered by innocence, and, he supposed, his padawan's gentle nature. He had always preferred equal partners, men, and occasionally women, who matched him in strength, challenged him for dominance.  For Qui-Gon sex was a competition.

Until Obi-Wan.

One evening of dancing, a kiss which had surprised him as much as it had Obi-Wan and he'd surrendered. He may have initiated the relationship, but Obi-Wan controlled it. He wondered if his apprentice realized. Probably.

Obi-Wan turned over and reached for him sleepily. Finding Qui-Gon gone he opened his eyes. "Master," he reached out, "come back to bed."

Qui-Gon obeyed.