Warning: the following story contains implications of a m/m
relationship. STOP NOW if you are below 18 years of age OR if
you are easily offended.
Disclaimer: all hail almighty Lucasworld and its attendant
minions. And please note: this story is not for profit, only
written for the satisfaction of my readers.
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Category: humor, romance, fun piece/kinda PWP
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: PG-13 (with a touch of sex)
Warning(s): More silly fluff. More Qui/Obi Lite. Think 'dim
sum' and you will understand.
Summary: hmm, life's simplest pleasures can be so easily
attained. That's all I can divulge now: read on to find out.
The teahouse was bustling with activity when two bedraggled
Jedi stumbled into the building . It was pouring outside. Rain
fell in flurries, drenching everything and everyone in its
path.
The taller of the Jedi removed his soaking robes, shaking his
head. He was soaked through. His ponytail dripped with
rainwater . With a wry smile, he handed his robes to one of the
servants who hung it near the roaring fire.
"Dry yourself," the taller Jedi told his partner . "A private
room please with heating facilities ... and oh yes, the
teahouse's finest tea please." He told the servant who nodded
briskly.
"Master," the voice was quiet but amused. "Finest tea?" Clear
blue eyes peered under the hood. Young but strong hands removed
the robes and a beautiful face appeared, eyes flashing with dry
amusement. The braid clinging to the young man's tunic was wet
too.
"This is a tea house," the old Jedi said but his eyes twinkled.
A servant bowed and led them to the uppermost room of the Tea
House.
The room was warm. The two Jedi looked around appreciatively.
There was a balcony. A low table sat in the middle of the room,
with platters of sweetmeats. The House had also kindly provided
chopsticks as well.
"Hai'Shan hospitality," the older Jedi knelt down and sniffed
at the delicious aromas wafting from the platters. "The chef
has outdone himself. Look at this, Obi-Wan . " --- He gestured
to the young man who was standing in front of the heater
---"Sticky date pastry. Lake-lotus root lightly fried with
fragrant oil. Seven-colored cake."
"Well, they feed us better here than the Jedi Temple, " the
youth said shrugging and sat down next to his Master, feeling
tired. Walking through the Hai'Shan Market took a lot of
energy.
There was a discreet knock and a tunic-ed woman entered,
bearing ceramic tea-cups and a round tea-pot. The room
immediately filled with a delicate scent. It reminded Obi-Wan
of the sunjasmine flowers blooming in the Temple Gardens.
"Thank you," the older man nodded warmly and the servant bowed
back, pouring the tea into the cups. Her task done, she exited
briskly.
Obi-Wan sniffed the tea. "What kind of tea is this? "
"Bai-fwa tea," there was a twinkle in his Master's eyes.
"I see," Obi-Wan said, slightly suspicious of the blue eyes
gazing at him. He tasted the tea. The flavor was light .
Delicate. Bitter at first but slowly turning sweet at the back
of the throat.
"We better eat," the soft voice instructed and the older man
handed him a pair of chopsticks.
They proceeded to taste the Hai'Shan delicacies. Obi-Wan found
himself liking the fried lotus-root. The glutinous
seven-colored cake was too sweet and he had to drink the tea to
clear the taste in his mouth.
All the while, they could hear the pitter-patter of the rain.
The atmosphere was oddly peaceful.
"Here, taste this ..."
Obi-Wan accepted the piece of golden-brown pastry and munched
on it. It had a savory taste; the filling was rich and meaty.
"Whoa, what's this? " Obi-Wan blinked.
"Vegetarian dumplings," there was that twinkle again. "The
filling is actually made of leaves ... "
"You are turning into a culinary expert, Qui-Gon."
"Why, thank you."
They bantered and forth, teasing each other. Then the next
thing they both knew, they were rolling on the mat, wrestling.
Obi-Wan was pressed flat against the floor with Qui-Gon Jinn's
eyes pinning him down. He lowered his head and kissed his
apprentice lightly on the lips.
Soon, the tunics were removed .
"Lie down on the floor," Qui-Gon ordered, picking up his
chopsticks and a platter of vegetarian dumplings. Obi-Wan did,
wondering what in the Force his Master was going to do.
Qui-Gon placed the dumplings on his chest and ate them slowly,
one by one.
"Hey, I am not a plate!" Obi-Wan grumbled but he enjoyed the
feeling of Qui-Gon's breath on his skin.
The older man laughed and kissed the young man again. He
recited a poem to Obi-Wan.
" The plate is warm
Beneath my hands;
It is good enough to lick."
"What kind of poem is that?" The young man burst out giggling.
"It's stupid!"
"Stupid?" The sudden mournful expression on Qui-Gon made
Obi-Wan feel as if he had kicked a pet canine.
"Okay, it is not stupid," Obi-Wan said and Qui-Gon's mood
lightened. They started to kiss again.
All was well in the uppermost room of the Hai'Shan Tea House.
The noisy main hall didn't really hear anything funny going
upstairs.
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