Sunsets

by The Rose

Title: Sunsets
Author: The Rose
Archive: M/A and my web site, http://www.sockiipress.org/~rose
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Category: Point of View, Romance, Qui/Obi
Warnings: No
Spoilers: Nope
Series: This is the fifth installment in the "Glimpses" series, co-written by The Rose and Kalujinn. The series order is: "Qui-Gon's Treasure," "A Slow Healing," "A Gift for Qui-Gon," and "Observations."
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Disclaimers: George Lucas owns all things Star Wars and makes a fortune off of them. Me, I write for the fun of it and give it away for free.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon make the most of a sunset.

I stand in front of the transparasteel wall in the temple's Serenity Garden, staring out at the rare gold and scarlet sunset painting Coruscant's sky. It is spectacular, its color dancing and refracting off the nearby buildings, unmarred even by the endless lines of commuter traffic.

I smile as a set of strong, warm arms slip around me from behind, and a cleft chin settles on my right shoulder.

"What are you daydreaming about?" my Obi-Wan asks softly.

I resist the urge to shrug, not wanting to dislodge my beloved. Instead, I jerk my chin slightly toward the sky. "This. It reminds me of our time of Devinnar 3."

Obi-Wan's smile, even unseen, seems to charge the air around me. "Yes, it does, doesn't it?"

Turning, I gather Obi-Wan into my arms and gaze down into his sunset-lit eyes.

"The best eight tens of my life." I kiss him slowly, feeling his mouth blossom in response. I slide one hand down to cup the swell of his buttocks and pull him even tighter against me, feeling already a swelling at his groin that nearly matches mine. "Make love with me."

He blinks. "What, here?" He glances around, as if expecting to see Yoda and the entire Council standing in the shadows watching us "Now?"

"Here. Now." I press my hips closer, grinding myself against him. "No one is around. And, even if they were, they would grant us our privacy."

His hesitation melts slowly off his face, to be replaced by that sly grin I so love. He steps back until he was nearly out of my embrace and slides his hands under my robe. "Yes."

My cock, already hard, throbs inside my leggings at the husky tone of his voice. We undress each other slowly, kissing and nuzzling at each bit of freshly exposed skin, until we are both naked and he draws me down into the soft, short grass. His lips are like fire as they settle on my nipple, scorching me and making me arch into his touch.

"Yes," I moan, unable to remain silent. The pleasure makes me close my eyes, but only for a moment. For when I reopen them, to see the colors of the sunset dancing in Obi-Wan's hair, I am mesmerized. I part my legs and allow him to settle closer. Our cocks bump, and we both groan. Hooking my hands behind my knees, I draw them up, offering myself to him.

Obi-Wan's pupils darken in desire. It was not that often that he has topped, and then it is usually at his request. The fact that I was offering myself to him seems to enflame his desire.

"I have nothing for lube," he murmurs, as if that could possibly matter to me.

"Take me, Obi-Wan."

He doesn't need a second invitation. Instead, he nudges my hands away and hooks his elbows around my knees, and bends me nearly double, looming over me like some great, beautiful god as he pushes inside me.

Ah, but I love the way he fills me. Why do I not bottom for him more often? His cock is thick and long and velvety soft over a steel core, and it sets all my nerves aflame. He stops when he is halfway in, and I struggle to draw him deeper, but he controls my movements, dominating me and bending me to his will.

"Love you, my Qui-Gon," he whispers as he nuzzles my ear.

"Love you, too." I gasp in delight as he finally slides in all the way. He stops then, panting softly, before he slowly withdraws only to plunge in again, more strongly this time.

He is taking his time, living in the moment as I have taught him, and it seems to go on forever. He is carefully avoiding my prostate, leaving me hanging, helpless, on the verge of release.

Finally, it is too much, and I begin to beg incoherently. "Please... now... oh sweet Force... Obi! Now... harder . . ."

He grins down at me and adjusts the angle of his thrusts, raking the head of his penis over my sweet spot and sending me spiraling into oblivion.

When I finally regain my senses, he has redressed himself and draped my robe across my boneless, sated body. The last vestiges of the sunset are burnishing the edges of his sweat-dampened hair, and the interior lights have come up, haloing him from behind.

It is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, far more radiant that the most glorious of sunsets. Without this, I realize, without him, my life would be meaningless.

He is the reason I live.

END