The Temple at the Forest Glen

by Pumpkin (apumpkin@slashcity.org)

Archive: Yes to M_A and SWAL

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

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: NC17

Warnings: none

Feedback of any kind is a real pleasure for me to receive.

Disclaimers: Mine they are not. Dream a girl can.

Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan at the first temple

They say that the temple on Riala is the oldest surviving Jedi temple. Some even say it is the first temple. The idea is not so far-fetched, especially when one is here among the great sujuk trees and the simple grey stone building nestled in their midst. Here we are far removed from Coruscant and the daily concerns that pull at us and separate us from the Force. I can think of no better place to come to find again the inner strength, the core of oneself that is shaped by the Force.

I walk through the woods, as I have done every morning since our arrival. The great trees tower above me, rising in the mist -- silent sentinels watching over all that dwells here. All around me is nature's abundance and I don't even have to close my eyes, no effort is required of me to feel the Living Force dancing in delight about me.

The tinkling babble of the brook draws me and I follow its call blindly. I kneel on a moss-covered stone and make a cup of my hands. The water is very cold, but laughs against my tongue as I drink. It fills me as no other food or drink ever has.

I almost sit back upon my heels and close my eyes, I could spend the day here, but I can feel my lover calling to me through the mist. I follow this call as I had followed the call of the brook earlier. But I take my time, letting myself sink deeper into the Force as I move through the forest toward my heart, my Obi-Wan. The other half of my soul, he is as necessary to me as the air that I breathe; he defines me as much as the Force does.

I pay no attention to where I am going, the ground itself leads me to him. The mist touches me, tiny droplets like messengers of his love against my skin.

As his presence grows stronger, I begin to disrobe -- there is no need for clothes here. I kick my boots off first, leaving them where they fall. The earth is soft and welcoming beneath my feet, cradling each step that brings me closer to my lover. I walk through a vale of lemon mint; the leaves crush beneath my feet, releasing their delicate scent to the woods. The smell is like Obi-Wan after a shower, light and air and softly male. Many are the mornings that I have licked drops of water from his body, like dewdrops on flower petals.

I unclasp my utility belt and, at gravity's insistent tug, I let it slide from my fingers. A Jedi has no need of tools in this place; the Force itself would provide anything that is needed. My sash catches on the branches of a bush and is pulled from around my waist. As it goes I feel suddenly lighter. Both my belt and sash define my duty as a Jedi -- to the Force, to the Council, to all living things. They are the last two items I put on when I get up -- the badges of my office as Jedi Master. Their removal marks my freedom to be simply Qui-Gon, man and lover; so shall I come to my Obi-Wan.

My tunics have fallen open, baring my torso to the mist's soft fingertips. I undo the ties on my leggings and they slide off my hips, down my legs to pool at my ankles. I step out of them as my stride continues unbroken. My robe billows out like preternatural wings. Though I am almost naked, I am warmed by the knowledge that every step brings me closer to Obi-Wan.

I do not hurry, but I can feel myself rushing to him. The very air that is so full of his presence brings me back to him. I tremble as I imagine becoming the mist and surrounding him, flowing against him and warming myself on his skin.

I break through the trees, arriving at a clearing, and my breath catches in my throat, the sight before me staying my feet. The mist floats thickly here, a cloud come down to kiss the earth. My Obi-Wan sits on an old meditation stone, naked and cross-legged. His skin looks like translucent gold dust through the mist. His eyes are closed and his braid a thin rope, dark against his chest.

He is still in his meditation, like a statue. The stone he sits upon is worn. Along one side is the Jedi crest; a representation of the Force -- living and unifying -- a marriage of both aspects. Along another side, a young padawan bows before her masters, ready for her trials. Such was the skill of the artist that I imagine I can feel the breeze that moves their robes.

I wonder how many padawans have sat upon this stone, deep in meditation, seeking peace, guidance, the Force. How many have called their lover to them, urging them closer, singing sweetly to them through the Force. It is as if they were all here, their ghosts present in the swirling fog. Placing a benediction upon us.

Obi-Wan's eyes open. Green, somewhat muted, like the mist- faded green of the grass. Deep, like the forest around us. I could fall into him and lose myself. I make the attempt whenever I can, whenever he beckons to me, calling upon me, upon my love and my devotion, my body, my heart and my soul.

"Master." His lips move and I read the word upon them and in his eyes, though there is no sound, no gust of air from his mouth to disturb the mist that surrounds him. The word not spoken breaks the spell that has held me at the edge of the clearing and I move slowly forward.

The green grass has become littered with the tiny white flowers that open only under the mist's whispered touch. Obi-Wan gathers them in his hands, calling them to him before my steps can crush their delicate beauty. His hands are full by the time I stand in front of him.

He smiles slowly, his lips curving gently upward, revealing the twin rows of white teeth. The smile lights his whole face and this small glade I have been led to is suddenly bright and warm, as though the light of a thousand suns shine upon it.

I sit on the edge of his stone and he shifts, giving me room, inviting me to sit fully on this ancient marker. As I settle more comfortably, he twists, bringing himself around to straddle my lap. He laughs, his hands flying up, sending the flowers flying around us.

I look up, watching as the small white petals disappear in the mist, reappearing again to fall over us in a gentle rain. I lift my hand to brush them from my hair, but Obi- Wan stops me, linking our fingers.

"Leave them." His voice is deep and husky, full of demand, full of promise. The Force adds resonance to it, adding its own longing to ours. I am struck by the idea that it has been too long since two lovers came together in this place. Too long since the Force last moved in and through bodies joined together heart and mind and soul.

Perhaps my lover's call was the call of the Force itself.

As Obi-Wan shifts against me, bringing his straining flesh to mine, I sink myself deeply into the moment, more deeply than I ever have before. Our minds, far ahead of our bodies, touch and I am surrounded by my Obi-Wan even as I encompass him.

The Living Force is everywhere, thrumming with life. In the grass, the trees, the flowers in my hair, and in the mist that still dances on our skin. The Unifying Force threads through it all, joining everything as our bodies will soon be joined, letting each spark of life touch every other spark.

My hands drop to Obi-Wan's hips, slowing him. I want this moment to last forever -- this perfect balance and harmony between us and everything around us. Looking into his face I see my own joy, wonder, and love reflected back at me. I see the same desire to exist forever joined in this one moment. So joined, we sink deeper into the Force, into each other.

His hand comes up and his fingers touch my face. Soft, like the mist, they trace my features before sliding through my hair and around my neck. The smallest pressure and I take hint, leaning in to meet his kiss. His lips are like the mistflowers -- opening beneath mine as the still petals open under the touch of the mist. His breath sighs into my mouth, mine into his. Breathing the same air, sharing the same space -- it will not be long before we are one made from two.

Obi-Wan shifts, his free hand sliding over mine, guiding it to the opening of his body. I slide a finger along his crease, gasping as his hand touches my phallus, tracing my length before gliding along my skin to my knee where he braces himself. I wrap my free arm around his back, adding my support as I slide my finger into his body. I breach the muscle easily, the Force easing the way.

He rocks back onto my finger -- a mute plea that rings loudly in the Force. Back and forth, I rock with him a little longer, unwilling to hasten this moment, seeking still to stretch it into an eternity. But even at my strongest and most stubborn, I cannot resist neither the desires of my Obi-Wan nor the will of the Force. Combined they destroy my ability to reason, to hold back, to wait.

My hands move to Obi-Wan's hips, helping him, guiding him as he slides onto my erection. He moves so slowly, and it is my turn to beg for speed, for completion. He is tight, but opens readily, and my phallus is swallowed by his body. His legs circle my waist, ankles hooking together. His arms slip beneath mine and he wraps them around my back. I let my own slide over his back, my robe covering us both.

Wrapped in each other's arms, my body accepted with ease and delight into his, we hold the position for a single moment, for all time. I can feel his skin against mine. It is warmth, heat, silk. His breath wafts across my neck, the skin there alternately cold, bereft of his presence, and heated by the air that lived for a moment within him.

Letting his body and his presence shield and warm me as I shield and warm him, I sink deeper into the Force, into that place where life truly exists and all things meet. I can feel the thrum of it, the living beat of it. His heart. My own. The call of a bird to its mate on the other side of the planet. The grass -- growing. The fog, swirling around us, hiding us within the heart of the forest, within the centre of all this life.

We begin to rock together, our bodies instinctively responding to the call of the Force around us. We obey its demands, we follow its rhythms. Slowly, deeply, adding a bass note to the song of life.

I don't know where I stop and he begins. We have opened ourselves wide and we are ourselves, each other, everything. I can feel him around me and I can feel me in him. We sway slowly, high branches moving in the wind. Our petals open under the continued kiss of the mist. We burrow through the earth, aerating it, and we run over it, our tiny feet leaving barely a sign of our passage.

For one shining moment we are all things.

Inevitably our climax comes and the moment fades, passes. Our bodies become real once more. We are clinging to one another, shaking. One becoming again two. But not the same two who became one -- forever a part of me lives within him and him within me. We are twined, linked together in an intricate web of life. I have only to reach inside myself or him and find again, however briefly, that moment of oneness.

We get up slowly from the stone and I wrap my hand around his waist, pulling him into the shelter of my cloak. The Force seems pure and brilliant around us, renewed perhaps, as are we.

They say that the temple on Riala is the oldest surviving Jedi temple. Some even say it is the first temple. Having touched the core of the Force here, having lived for a moment within its timelessness, I know that it matters not if this is true. It is only in the core of oneself that one will find the beginning and ending of the Force in all living things.

End.