Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, this is your life (March 2002)

by Pumpkin (apumpkin@rogers.com)

Author's webpage: https://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/

Archive: yes to m_a, swal

Rating: G - NC17

Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Warnings: none

Spoilers: none

Feedback is always appreciated

Summary: The date listed is the date the 'snapshot' was written/posted. Each piece is a segment within the same universe, but they are not in any sort of order. Each piece stands alone. The snapshots will run the gamut from G to NC17. Some may be several pages long, some only a couple of paragraphs; some will contain smut, many will not; they will be different styles with different voices.

Disclaimers: Mine they are not, dream a girl can

March 4, 2002

My master likes sweet berries. Dark, light, with or without seeds, he enjoys the luscious sugary flavour of a ripened berry crushed between his teeth.

I don't dislike berries, though I have to admit they are far more palatable from his lips than eaten in any other manner. But then there isn't much that doesn't taste better flavoured with a little Qui-Gon.

Still, I prefer the hard fruits myself. Pommes, anjou, russets, fruits with leathery skins and firm flesh that test my teeth and jaw. Eating them becomes a full experience, not just taste and scent but texture and sound as well. I am reminded that I eat to survive, that I eat because I must and that I eat because my senses need to be filled as much as my stomach does.

March 24, 2002

My master's body is long and lean, rangy. His hands are large without being huge, his feet are long, toes strangely elegant. His knees match his nose, generous and bumpy, while his elbows and hips are sharp. His legs go on for a long time, but are well-matched by his torso and the length of his arms. His penis is long as well, hanging quiescent against his thighs, his sacs heavy, ponderous, full of potential. Potential I can bring to life with a lingering glance or a low, husky word. Filling, filled, potential realised in length that is unsurprising in a man comprised of such long parts.

March 27, 2002

My padawan's kisses are both addictive and drugging. The flavour of him lives at the back of my throat: part taste, part smell, all Obi-Wan.

He tastes like the air: fresh and crisp and brilliantly blue.

He tastes like a peach: tart and sweet and fleshy upon the tongue.

He tastes like life: pain and pleasure and hearts beating together.

End.