Shaso

by Sheltiesong

Date: 9-11-01

Email: sheltiesong@yahoo.com, my other addies are inaccesable.

Archive: M_A, others, just let me know.

Fandom: TPM

Category: Romance and fluff

Rating: PG

Disclaimers: Not mine, I'm broke. But I needed to play tonight.

Summary: A bit of cuddling on a starry night

Warnings: This is mpreg. In other words, this involves one of the boyz pregnant. If this is not you're cup of tea, please delete. But after the events of the past couple of days, I NEEDED to write something warm and fuzzy. There's been to much pain and suffering lately.

Also, this is not beta'd.

Acknowledgements: This is for Majilique. I'm praying for you Maji. I wish I could do more, friend.

This is also dedicated to the families and loved ones of the victims of September 11th's horrible tragedy. Words can't allay your fears or salve your pain. They cannot bring back who and what was lost, or turn back time, but please, know that our prayers and thoughts are with you.

Starshine competed with the light of the moon as it streamed through the sleep chamber windows, falling gently on the bearded cheek and sprawled limbs. Qui-Gon Jinn stretched lazily, blinking his eyes before rolling onto his side. He stretched one arm to enfold his mate in his embrace, sitting up in confusion as the questing limb met only empty space.

Rising, he padded out into the common room. His sapphire eyes widened in concern at the sight of his mate's restless pacing.

"Obi-Wan? Is everything all right, my love?" Slipping up behind the Knight, he slipped his arms around him, squeezing gently. Obi-Wan sighed, a soft, contented sound, and leaned into his chest.

"I'm fine. You worry too much!" The admonishment was laughingly delivered, the rebuke gentle. "We're fine. His hands drifted , almost of there own volition, coming to rest on the heavy swell of his belly.

Qui Gon's hands covered his own, the brawny Master's touch infinitely gentle. His callused fingers lightly stroked with the care one would show spun glass or the finest silk or something equally fragile.

"You're awake in the middle of the night. Are you having difficulty sleeping?" There was a world of repressed concern in the Jedi's voice.

"He's active tonight." And indeed they both could feel the steady, reassuring thumps of movement under the young Knight's taut skin. "It's not an easy thing through which to sleep."

"Come back to bed, love. Maybe if I hold you ..."

Obi-Wan could only smile at his lifemate's hopeful tone. Qui-Gon had become so solicitous, so concerned for every ache or half-gasped breath of late.

Qui-Gon kept a steady hand on the small of Obi-Wan's back as he carefully eased onto the bed. The young man supported the bulk of his belly with one hand as he rolled carefully to his side. The Jedi Master slipped in after him, drawing him in to lean against his chest. Ob-Wan murmured gratefully, head coming to rest on Qui-Gon's shoulder. He was just beginning to drowse, truly comfortable for the first time all night, when a soft, low chuckle made itself heard.

"Qui-Gon?"

"I can feel him move against my own stomach," the other smiled. He gestured to Obi-Wan's belly resting against his own. "It makes me wonder what you must feel."

A misty expression, love and wonder intermingled, flitted across the Knight's face. "I wish I could explain..." But there truly were no words; mere letters could not convey the miraculous sense of rightness, the oneness that pervaded every cell of his being.

Family safe in his embrace, Qui-Gon closed his eyes once more.

"Qui-Gon?"

"Mmmm ..."

"Qui-Gon." This time more insistently.

The Master's eyes opened wide. "Is it ..."

"No, no.! Not that," Obi-Wan chuckled. "We need to talk about names."

"Shaso." Qui-Gon replied immediately. Peace, in the ancient tongue. The goal they'd pledged their lives to.

Obi-Wan made a satisfied sound, hands unconsciously tracing circles over his belly, and drifted to contented slumber.

~el fin~