Here it is! The highly anticipated answer to the question: "Why
was Obi-Wan wearing a dress?" Inspired by this picture:
here
No smut. You can kill me later for it. If I get good feedback,
I might consider writing a sequel. (I'm timid, shoot me. =)
Pairing: Q/O of course
Archive: M_A, please. Any others, just ask.
Rating: groan PG-13
Catergory: Pre-Slash (SORRY!)
Warning: No smut, yet. It's a terrible tease. Oh and it was not
beta'd. At all. You have been warned. Also, I don't wear
dresses, or dress up all that often, so if I'm innacurate with
anything, live with it. They're my mistakes and I like 'em. =)
Feedback: I live for it!!!
Disclaimer: Not mine, just like playing with them.
"Why me?"
Qui-Gon couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him. His
apprentice was standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in
panty hose and a slip. He grinned.
"You're not helping!" Obi-Wan said, almost a growl.
"Padawan, I've already told you... the Sageras are deeply
traditional. Tradition states that two males, when attending
formal dinner, the younger dresses in the fashion of a woman."
"Isn't there something in the code against this?" he protested.
In his hands he held the dress, a short black lacey thing with
very thin straps. "And why did they give me this! I
can't wear it... I don't have the hips for it," he added.
Qui-Gon chuckled again. "I think that's the least of your
worries," he said, gesturing to the pair of high heels that sat
only a foot away.
"No way!" Obi-Wan kicked the shoes away. "I'll break my
ankles!!"
The older man shook his head slightly. "Here, let me help with
that." He helped his student step into the dress, pulling the
straps over his shoulders and zipping the back.
"How does it look?" he asked, trying to view the back in a full
length mirror.
"Wonderful." Qui-Gon took the wig, a blond, somewhat curly
piece, and positioned it on Obi-Wan's head. It fit perfectly.
He smiled. "Something's missing..."
"Yeah, my brain. It obviously went on a vacation." The other
groaned. "Master..."
"Shh..." Qui-Gon silenced him with a finger on the lips. "I
know." He rooted around in a small bag, pulling out a compact
and a tube of lipstick.
"No way!" Obi-Wan exclaimed again.
"Hold still," his master ordered. His apprentice sighed, but
did as he was told. Qui-Gon applied the lipstick with the skill
of a professional.
"You're good at that," the student acknowledged, waiting for
the blush.
"It comes with practice."
Before Obi-Wan could register what his master could possibly
mean by that, he felt the brush flutter quickly over his
cheekbones and nose, causing him to sneeze.
"Bless you," Qui-Gon said with more than a hint of a chuckle.
Securing the clip-on earrings in place, Obi-Wan looked at
himself in the mirror. //Not bad// he thought.
"Of course it's not bad." Qui-Gon stood behind his student,
wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan's waist. "You look
convincing."
This time it was the other man who chuckled. "I'm just glad we
don't know anyone here."
His words went unheard as his master began kissing his neck
gently. He relaxed in Qui-Gon's arms, tilting his head
slightly. The other took the opportunity and touched his tongue
to his student's neck.
"Ohh... Master..."
"I know. We have a dinner to attend to."
Obi-Wan turned in his teacher's arms. "We don't have to." He
leaned up and touched his lips gently to Qui-Gon's.
"Careful, Padawan. You'll smear your lipstick." He grinned.
"Ow!!" Obi-Wan exclaimed after tripping over the heels for the
millionth time that night.
Qui-Gon caught him easily. "Careful, Padawan. You need to learn
balance."
"That's easy for you to say, you're wearing boots!" He said,
leaning down to caress a sore ankle.
"The dining hall is just a few more meters, Obi-Wan. You should
be able to make it."
The other crossed his arms and pouted. "My ankles hurt."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes, but scooped up the young man in his
arms. "Luckily for you everyone is already at the dinner."
"My hero." Obi-Wan sighed wistfully and planted a small kiss on
his master's cheek. Qui-Gon rolled his eyes again.
The walk to the hall was a short one. Qui-Gon put his student
down; the latter grasped his master's arm as not to trip again.
They walked through the elaborately carved double doors into
the hall. A blush hit Obi-Wan's cheeks as he looked around. A
lot of people (and not just humans, many species of alien were
there, too) gathered in groups, holding glasses of wine (and
other alcoholic beverages).
A Sageran approached them. The Sagerans looked very much like
Mon Calamarians, save for their skin color which was a greyish
hue. The alien smiled. "Jedi Master Qui-Gon," she said in her
best Basic. "Welcome to our party. Is this your..."
"Apprentice," he said, interrupting her. He leaned in
confidentially, "He's having a bit of trouble with the heels."
Obi-Wan blushed bright red. "They're too high."
The Sageran smiled. "Don't worry, Jedi Kenobi. You can sit with
your friends if you'd like."
"My ... friends?" he asked, scanning the room quickly.
She gestured to a group of Jedi Knights sitting at a large
circular table. "They arrived just before you did. Their dates
are circulating throughout the room. Don't worry, Jedi Kenobi,"
she repeated, "there are other pairs like you and your master."
With that, she left the two Jedi standing at the door.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor, Padawan."
"But.. but.. Master.." Obi-Wan stuttered. "You didn't tell me
that other members of the Academy would be here."
Qui-Gon shrugged. "Like the Sageran said, you're not the only
one dressed up." He pointed out several couples.
They moved into the room, Obi-Wan still clinging to his master,
partly for balance, partly because he didn't want the other
Jedi to see him. He still managed to trip over the heels
several times.
"I'm going to break my ankles," he muttered.
Qui-Gon broke his discussion with another dinner patron. "Then
go sit over there." He waved his hand in the direction of the
table where the other Jedi were sitting.
"Are you insane?" He hissed through clenched teeth. His
protests went unheard as his master continued his conversation.
Sighing gently he stumbled none too gracefully over to the
buffet table.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi? Is that you?"
He whirled around to face his old friend, Kudran. The young men
were the same age and had grown up at the Academy together.
Before the Masters began choosing apprentices, however, the two
had a falling out and hadn't talked to each other since.
"Ah, Kudran," he fought to keep his voice calm, "nice to see
you again." He picked up a glass of wine and sipped it, hoping
to disguise the bright red blush in his cheeks.
"Are you here with Master Qui-Gon?" Kudran's voice was not
friendly.
"Yes," Obi-Wan nearly spat back at him.
Kudran's sharp green eyes trailed a path down the other's body,
barely concealed by the dress he wore. "Love the frock."
Obi-Wan fought to keep his anger in check. "What do you want,
Kudran?"
"Just a picture." With that, he snapped a quick picture and ran
off.
The Padawan was stunned. As soon as his eyesight returned, he
ran after the other apprentice... unfortunately, he was still
wearing the heels. He tripped and ended on the carpet. Laughter
erupted throughout the room. Obi-Wan clenched his fists and
took a deep breath. He dared not get up.
Strong arms pulled him to his feet. He shrugged his master off,
and, after removing the deadly shoes, stalked out of the hall,
echoes of laughter following him. He reached the room and
walked in, making sure the computer double locked it. In
frustration, the heels were thrown across the room. The sound
of glass breaking informed him he had probably broken the lamp,
but he didn't care.
Obi-Wan stormed into the bathroom, fuming with hatred. He had
to breathe... had to calm himself. Glancing in the mirror, he
realized that he was crying.
"Damnit!" he swore loudly. He slumped to the floor and hugged
his knees to his chest, seeking comfort.
"Obi-Wan?"
//Great// he thought. He didn't want to talk to anyone right
now, especially his master. He felt the older man's presence
enter the bathroom.
"Go away," he managed through his sobs.
Qui-Gon sunk to the floor and held his student close. "Shhh..."
Enveloped in his master's strong arms, his sobs subsided to
small whimpers. "Obi-Wan... I'm sorry."
"You..." he sniffled "don't ha--have to be..."
"Yes, I do." He looked up into Qui-Gon's eyes, questioning him.
"It was a test... it got out of hand. I'm sorry."
"A test?" He was confused, and then when realization set in, he
nearly exploded. "A TEST?!" He stood up and backed away from
his teacher. "You.. you set this whole thing up as a BLOODY
TEST?!"
"Padawan... please. Calm down." Qui-Gon sighed inwardly. It
would be a long night. He got up and followed his student into
the bedroom.
Obi-Wan pulled off the wig and threw it at his teacher who
caught it easily in one hand. He sat on the bed and crossed his
arms, avoiding any eye contact. A few minutes passed and
neither said anything. Qui-Gon sat next to his student and
placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Obi-Wan..."
The Padawan reached up and unclipped the earrings. He chuckled
softly. "It was pretty funny..." His voice was quiet, almost a
whisper.
Qui-Gon pressed a kiss into the younger man's temple, then held
him close. "You should've seen your face when Kudran took the
picture."
Obi-Wan whimpered slightly and drew his knees to his chest and
let himself be held. "I guess I failed this test."
"Come on. You need a nice hot bath." Before Obi-Wan could
protest, his master was helping him out of bed and undressing
him. He was pushed gently into the bathroom and waited
patiently as Qui-Gon filled the tub.
"I'll be fine, really." His voice wavered, betraying his line
of thought. Qui-Gon kissed him gently then helped him into the
bath. He winced slightly: the water was a little too hot.
"Mmmm..."
Qui-Gon sat on the edge of the tub watching his student sink
into the water. His eyes were closed; he looked so peaceful.
"Feeling better?"
"Mmmhmm..."
The older man chuckled gently. He shut off the tap and the
bathroom was filled with an uneasy quiet. He took a washcloth
and ran it over Obi-Wan's chest, causing him to stir gently.
Qui-Gon took off his robes, tunic and boots, then knelt by the
edge of the tub, continuing the gentle motions with the cloth.
"Was everyone in on the joke?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly,
startling the other man.
The Jedi Master paused a moment. "It wasn't meant to be a
prank, Padawan." Another pause. "Yes, everyone knew."
A sigh. "Oh."
"Are you alright?" Qui-Gon watched the peaceful look on his
student's face turn from contentment to something else.
He opened his eyes. "I'll be fine."
"I don't believe you, Padawan." Their bond created by the Force
was humming with emotional distress.
Obi-Wan took the hand that caressed his chest and pressed the
palm to his lips, letting his tongue slip out and gently licked
the droplets of water from the flesh. Qui-Gon watched, part in
amusement, part in anticipation. He shivered slightly when
Obi-Wan drew his index finger into his mouth. He began sucking
on it slightly and glanced at his master briefly.
Qui-Gon was slightly flushed. He pressed against the porcelain
tub, hiding his erection from his Padawan. His finger was
released and Obi-Wan pulled him down, kissing him gently. The
gesture set Qui-Gon off balance and he tumbled into the bath.
He couldn't react however, as his student had him around the
neck, kissing him even more passionately now. He gave into
those soft lips, letting the younger man seek comfort within
the kiss.
Their lips parted and Obi-Wan ducked his tongue inside his
master's mouth. Qui-Gon let him explore a moment before
responding to him, tongues sliding against each other, fighting
a battle where there were no winners. The younger man pulled
back, ducking his head under the water.
With this opportunity, Qui-Gon removed the now soaked pants
that were restraining him. His apprentice resurfaced and
smiled. To his master, it was one of the most beautiful sights
he'd ever seen. He traced the smile with his fingertips, then
again with his tongue.
"I love you."
Qui-Gon paused. Never before was this phrase spoken between
them. It was always expressed through actions and through the
Force. He looked into the eyes of his Padawan and found a
genuine love there. "I love you, too."
Obi-Wan turned them over in the small tub. He leaned down and
began kissing along Qui-Gon's collar bone. The latter let out a
small sigh. His hands traveled down his master's chest and
stomach, resting just inside his thighs. He caressed them, then
spread them gently, his lips still locked on the base of the
older man's neck.
A finger traced the underside of Qui-Gon's erection, causing
him to gasp slightly. The finger stopped at the opening to his
body and he glanced down. His apprentice was waiting for
permission; he nodded. With that, Obi-Wan pressed a digit
inside his master's body, and the other pushed against him.
"Obi-Wan," he breathed. He shivered slightly when his student
removed the invading finger and moaned when it was replaced by
something larger. He lifted his hips. "Please." Please
he urged through the Force, opening a channel between them.
Obi-Wan pushed in and both men gasped at the feeling. He pushed
further and soon his entire length was inside his master. He
paused slightly to admire the sight before him: Qui-Gon's head
was tilted back slightly and he was licking his lips slowly. A
slight thrust brought him back to reality and he met his
master's rhythm.
Water splashed over the side of the bath, but it went unnoticed
by its occupants. Neither wanted the moment to end, but they
both felt themselves nearing their release. Obi-Wan cried out,
climaxing first, filling his master's body with his seed. He
gasped slightly, trying to catch his breath, then encircled the
other man's erection with nimble fingers. A moment later,
Qui-Gon came, calling out his apprentice's name.
Obi-Wan slid out of the limp body underneath him and collapsed
into his teacher's arms. He placed light, feathery kisses all
over Qui-Gon's face and neck, then relaxed, snuggling close to
him.
Qui-Gon picked his apprentice up, carrying him easily out of
the bathroom and placing him gently in the bed. He climbed in
next to him and enjoyed the warmth created by Obi-Wan snuggling
against his chest. He wrapped his arms around the young man and
drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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