Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, this is your life (June 2001)

by Pumpkin (apumpkin@rogers.com)

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

Archive: yes

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.

June 01, 2001

"You don't seem yourself, what's the matter, Obi-Wan?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm exhausted."

"Exhausted?"

"Yes, Master, it's like I've been doing nothing but masturbating for a month straight!"

June 02, 2001

"We could make love here," suggested Obi-Wan, patting the sand where he sat.

Qui-Gon glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever made love on the beach before?"

Obi-Wan shook his head.

"Sand and nooks and crannies have an affinity for each other. Think about it, Padawan. Every nook and cranny..."

"Are you telling me that you, a Jedi Master of great renown hasn't figured out a way to use the Force to stop that from happening?" Obi-Wan sat up and rubbed the sand off of his legs, which made him take a closer look at his master's legs. "You have, haven't you -in fact you're using it right now!"

"Obi-Wan, really, where do you come up with these ideas?"

June 03, 2001

The water fell from a great height, sluicing roughly over his body, pounding at skin already made sensitive by his lover's touch. Obi-Wan tipped his face into the violent spray and forgot for awhile how to breathe.

His master's fingers and mouth were like hot brands in contrast to the water, and they touched him everywhere, exploring his body with a thoroughness that left him trembling on the brink. Heat surrounded his erection, Qui-Gon's mouth pulling him in and then releasing him back to the cold embrace of the water. Again and again, hot and cold and hot again.

Then his own spray joined the waterfall, dashed against the rocks and carried out to the sea.

June 04, 2001

The hall was crowded and dimly lit. We sat at the back, weary and waiting for our ride. With our lightsabers hidden and our robes mud-spattered and ragged, we blended easily into the crowd.

I let my head drop to Qui-Gon's shoulder, luxuriating in the freedom of our temporary anonymity. He must have felt it too, that freedom to let go, to not have an image to uphold, an image to live, for he leaned down and took my breath as he took my lips.

His mouth was warm and tasted sweet, his lips soft. His tongue tickled me inside while his beard tickled me outside. It felt like the kiss of a new lover, like a moment stolen out of lives devoted to duty and to others.

One kiss melted into two and then became three and still our mouths remained joined. We continued to devour one another, remaining just two lovers in a crowd until our flight was called.

June 07, 2001

The negotiations had been heated, the peace hard-won, and the banquet that honoured that peace proved the Soyen partied as hard as anything else they did. Obi-Wan sat sedately beside his master as the celebration descended into an orgy around them.

At least, he was sitting sedately until someone -his master- began to run ghostly Force fingers over his skin.

He managed to sit through that without doing more than breathing heavily until someone -his lover- turned the ghostly touches into a very real feeling Force mouth. Licking, nibbling, sucking, leaving behind marks on his neck, his shoulders, his nipples, proof his invisible lover was very real.

He managed still, to continue sitting, though he had to close his eyes and his fingers turned into fists, squeezing tightly close as his breathing became quite laboured.

It was then that someone -his Qui-Gon- wrapped the Force in a tight grip around his length and squeezed and stroked him in a time-old rhythm.

He came with a gasp, his seed dampening the front of his leggings. His cheeks glowed bright pink.

Wrapping his cloak around himself, as if it were his serenity, Obi-Wan glanced over at his master. Qui-Gon sat like an island of peace and calm in the midst of the storm of emotion around them.

Obi-Wan watched as the gentle rise and fall of his master's chest proved him to be as calm and cool as he appeared at first glance. If not for the very clammy reminder in his leggings, Obi-Wan might have believed he imagined the whole incident.

Qui-Gon turned to meet his gaze, eyes full of mischief.

His own eyes narrowing, Obi-Wan wondered what someone - himself- would have to do before his master looked as debauched as everyone else.

June 08, 2001

Obi-Wan carefully removed each piece of his uniform, folding it and making a neat pile on the table.

Stepping out into the garden, he stood diffidently before his master. They had been lovers for over a year, but it was unusual for them to be naked together in public, indeed to be naked in public at all. Even the kiss of the sun's touch felt strange against his skin.

"Your body is nothing to be ashamed of, Padawan," his master rebuked gently.

"It's not shame. I'm just not used to this," he said, waving his hand about.

"The Berendi believe that clothing hides a person's true intent as well as their body."

"Yes, Master, I understand that. I'm sure I will grow used to it."

"Or grow at least," suggested Qui-Gon with a twinkle in his eye.

"Master!" Obi-Wan blushed and covered his groin as his body reacted to Qui-Gon's look.

"The Berendi will not be affronted at such displays, Padawan. Indeed it will reassure them that the Jedi are not so very different than they. And perhaps it will engender good feeling if they believe it in honour of their form."

"It will just take some getting used to, Master," he responded again, uncovering himself with some effort.

"I have every faith in you, Padawan." Qui-Gon turned to lead the way into town.

"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan responded dryly, dutifully following his master. None the less, he wished a certain part of his anatomy was not so eagerly leading the way.

June 10, 2001

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, holding it until he could see sparks dancing where there were none. Letting it out slowly, he took several more deep, even breaths, restoring oxygen to his bloodstream.

He and Qui-Gon were here to bear witness to this ceremonial mass coupling, to watch over the tribe as they moved together in celebration, not to partake in it.

Jedi were supposed to be strong and be able to control their flesh, but Obi-Wan could feel the lust and passion rising on the air and he thought he could feel Qui-Gon's heavy gaze.

Looking up, he caught his master staring. Qui-Gon's eyes invited him to forgo his duty, even as they reminded him of it.

Obi-Wan groaned and looked away, telling himself that even if he was aroused, he had no desire to make love to his master amid all these writhing bodies.

He took another breath, holding it once more until he felt faint.

It was going to be a long night.

June 11, 2001

The act of love is sacred to the tribes of lcsodrn'l.

Obi-Wan reminded himself of this as Qui-Gon's length slid into his body. They were performing a sacred act in this temple, in front of this assembled congregation.

"That doesn't mean we are not to take pleasure in it." His master's voice was soft, husky in his ear, the words spoken to him as if he himself had spoken aloud.

Obi-Wan gasped as Qui-Gon's next thrust came with considerable force.

"Do not deny yourself, nor the joy this brings you."

His master thrust again, the powerful shaft brushing over his prostate and Obi-Wan moaned, letting the Force take his pleasure and share it out among those present. Qui- Gon set up a quick, hard rhythm and each thrust brought a louder moan -from himself and from the crowd watching them.

His pleasure went out to them, and theirs flowed back to him, his master's moving also among them. It became circular -the pleasure, the need, the movements that caught and encouraged the sensations.

He was on display and yet a part of the many. His body reached for completion even as he joined the others in wishing it could go on without end.

June 12, 2001

Obi-Wan moaned into his master's mouth as Qui-Gon's hand pushed its way past his belt and into his leggings to grasp his erection. He was about to reciprocate when a solid sounding 'thwak' was accompanied by a great pain across his shins. With a yelp, he leapt out of his master's arms.

"Have rooms of your own you do."

"That's what I said," said Obi-Wan, glowering as he hastily tried to return his uniform to order.

His master, however, looked unrepentant.

"You haven't truly experienced love, my Obi-Wan, unless you've been caught necking in the gardens by Master Yoda."

June 13, 2001

"Did you see-?"

"How could I not, they were in the Viewing Garden."

"I couldn't believe my eyes, and when they-"

"You stayed to watch?"

"Well... In my defence it was an intriguing sight."

"Do you think we should tell the King?"

"That I stayed to watch!?"

"No, idiot -that we saw them -you know."

"That is the question, isn't it..."

June 15, 2001

Humanoids are so different from us, with their long, thin limbs and boxy torsos. Joining their republic meant dealing with world upon world of them and so we requested the Jedi negotiators that came to be humanoid and willing to participate in our most sacred of rites.

Their way of making love is strange to us, parts so different than our own, joining oddly together. But the circle between performers and watcher is completed; joy, love, pleasure join us together. Language, species - there is no barrier to this most basic and most precious communication.

June 16, 2001

"Mace! This is a surprise."

"Yes, well..." replied the councillor, looking around the secluded alcove in the temple's rock garden where Qui-Gon knelt in for meditation. It wasn't one of his own haunts, in fact it was his least favourite garden. Mace frowned slightly. "I felt a disturbance in the Force."

"I'm sure you did," said Qui-Gon, licking an almost white drop from the corner of his mouth.

June 19, 2001

My lover is spread out beneath me, hand and knees supporting his body, and mine as I move within him. He is the receptacle of my pleasure, the bearer of my love. In him will I plant the seeds of my joy, knowing they will flower within him and bring pleasure to all through the Force.

The lcsodrn'l watch him move as raptly as I myself do. I can feel the pleasure they take in what we do and know that we perform their rite with honour and with true hearts and bodies, with all our souls.

June 23, 2001

Obi-Wan stood absolutely still, holding his pose. Though his eyes were open, his focus was inward and he was ignoring the soft chittery sounds of speech and laughter. He was keeping firm control over his thoughts and his body.

What thoughts he did have of his master, for instance, were all centred around the revenge he was planning for Qui-Gon's suggestion to the Snatvery teacher that Obi-Wan would make an excellent model for their art class.

While revenge was a step on the path to the Dark Side, Obi-Wan figured it was safer than thinking other thoughts about his master. Though not of the Dark Side, they were likely to lead to the Snatvery leaning more about humanoid anatomy than Obi-Wan cared to share.

June 25, 2001

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan bowed to the Prefect and he in turn bowed to them before urging them to be seated next to him.

"I'm so pleased we were able to secure these two for your viewing pleasure," the Prefect told them. "Wilna and Wends are the best of the best -they've won every award possible."

"We are honoured to be invited," replied Qui-Gon, while Obi-Wan politely nodded his agreement.

The lights grew dim and the curtain raised; two figures lay together in the spotlight. An eager hush fell over the crowd. The performers held their pose for long moments and the tension and expectation, palpable in the very air, built.

A sigh went up among the audience as the performers finally began to move.

The Prefect slid to the front of his seat, sitting on its edge, and he hung onto the railing in front of him. Beside him, Qui-Gon sat sedately, not even a brow rising, and, beside his master, Obi-Wan's eyes grew round and larger with each passing moment.

"See? See?" asked the Prefect, practically bouncing where he sat. "Aren't they limber?"

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's heads both tilted slowly to the side.

"That's one word for it," murmured Qui-Gon.

"Oh!" exclaimed Obi-Wan faintly.

June 28, 2001

"On behalf of my master and myself," Obi-Wan shot a glance at his master, whose face remained sober," I apologise and assure you it will not happen again."

"On the contrary, Padawan, I hope it does indeed happen again, but perhaps somewhere more private," cackled the diminutive council member. With that, Yaddle turned and left.

Obi-Wan rounded on Qui-Gon as he chuckled. "Really, Master, will you remain unsatisfied until we've been caught making love in the temple by every member of the council?"