The Living Force

by Seawave

Disclaimers: George Lucas (Lucasfilm) own the Star Wars Universe. This story is written purely for enjoyment and the only profit I make is the happiness my writing brings.

May The Force Be With You :)

Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan relax after the mission to Naboo.

Author's note: AU - set after Episode I - Qui-Gon was not killed or wounded. Relax and enjoy! :)

Rating MA - Erotic Romance

The two Jedi, recently completed a rather harrowing mission, sat atop a large deserted hill, somewhere amongst the grassy moors of Naboo, the silence blissful.

Although the mission was a success, Obi-Wan Kenobi still couldn't help feeling disappointed as many matters had been left unresolved. He turned his head, and watched a slight, silent cool, but pleasent breeze weave its way through his Master's long silky hair.

"It's nice out here," Obi-Wan said. "So peaceful."

Qui-Gon Jinn smiled. "It is," he agreed, as another breeze circled the two. The older Jedi looked upward into the clear dusk violet sky.

"That's why you brought me here, isn't it?"

Qui-Gon looked at his young apprentice and offered a smile which said 'exactly.' Obi-Wan lay back on the luscious velvety green grass, looking up into the subtle sky, feeling another breeze wash over him. He turned his head and looked over at his Master, also sky gazing. The young Jedi placed his hand upon his Master's. Qui-Gon he took his young Padawan's hand in his own, each holding the other's gently. The Jedi Master began to caress Obi-Wan's hand, as though it were the hand of a new born babe, as Obi-Wan returned the gesture, Jedi hands subtly weaving in and out of the other.

A slightly stronger breeze blew past them, again stroking Qui-Gon's thick hair, ruffling it a little. The Jedi Master looked toward his young protégé as Obi-Wan propped himself up slightly, caressing the back of his Master's hand. Qui-Gon shuffled a little, sitting up as Obi-Wan's hand ventured further, massaging Qui-Gon's wrist and the Jedi Master responded in kind. Obi-Wan leaned closer and began to kiss his Master's soft palm, as Qui-Gon massaged the younger Jedi's hand in his. Jedi Master Jinn smiled warmly as he stroked his young Padawan's face. Obi-Wan continued to kiss his Master's palm, whilst holding his hand. After a short while, Qui-Gon began to kiss his palm, then tenderly nudged it with his head, like a loving feline. Obi-Wan cherished his Master's gentleness, grateful his mentor hadn't rejected his affection. The elder Jedi continued to kiss and stroke his apprentice's hand as Obi-Wan began to stroke his cheek, and velvet beard. Qui-Gon closed his eyes to his Padawan's light touch as he held his hand. Obi-Wan curved his other hand and slid it around his Master's smooth neck. Qui-Gon felt his Padawan's warm hand slide from his neck, inside his tunic, to his shoulder, and the top of his back. He smiled warmly, indicating he found the sensation pleasant, Obi-Wan grateful his touch was having the desired effect. Qui-Gon reached up and ran his hand through his Padawan's hair, feeling its short, velvety spikiness, then cupped his hand around his apprentice's long plait and stroked it softly. Obi-Wan leaned against his Master's shoulder, loving his tender touch as Qui-Gon began to massage his head, shoulders and slender neck. The Jedi Master caressed his Padawan and held him.

Obi-Wan sighed quietly, comfortably resting in his Master's arms as Qui-Gon continued to stroke him, the gentle sensation stimulating Obi-Wan's nerves, at the same time, relaxing his body. The younger Jedi, very close now, kissed his Master's tender lips, withdrawing, a tad nervous, and closing his eyes for a moment, but when he felt Qui-Gon's warm lips touch his, Obi-Wan sighed inwardly. He hadn't been too forward. The young Jedi felt Qui-Gon's warm palm, like a feather against his face, as Master and Padawan kissed sensually.

The two parted for a short while, silently took a breath before they drew closer, their lips meeting again, feeling the warmth and love within the other's soul. Qui-Gon's satin mouth embraced his Padawan's. Obi-Wan leaned forward pressing the kiss gently and brushed his head against Qui-Gon's, feeling his Master's beard against his smooth cheek and placed his arms around him.

Qui-Gon looked into his Padawan's sapphire eyes. "Love may be the oldest sentiment," his voice was wise, "but it has always been accompanied by a kiss."

Obi-Wan smiled. Yet another infallible piece of his Master's infinite wisdom. Qui-Gon kissed his Padawan again, taking the young Jedi's head into his warm hands, playfully tugging his braid. Obi-Wan almost gasped as Qui-Gon's hands slid down his slender neck. He held and kissed his Master's palm, then spoke. "Lie down, My Master," Obi-Wan whispered. Qui-Gon complied, without a word, lying back on the grass, resting his head in Obi-Wan's cross legged lap.

Obi-Wan ran his fingertips lightly across his Master's face, behind his neck, through his hair, caressing his pony tail. The elder Jedi smiled. It was a lovely sensation to have one's hair played with. One he hadn't experienced in what seemed like a lifetime. Qui-Gon closed his eyes as Obi-Wan carefully removed his hair clasp, combing his fingers through his Master's thick, silky hair, softly massaging Qui-Gon's scalp, his fingertips making their way down to the roots. The Jedi Master sighed, barely audible, at the stimulating touch, relaxing his head and body, making him realize how much he needed to relax and receive, although he did feel somewhat guilty for the indulgence - what could he give Obi-Wan in return?

"You give so much ... You're so selfless and considerate..." Obi-Wan said soft, sensing his Master's thoughts. "Accept something for yourself."

"Thank you," Qui-Gon whispered as he felt his young Padawan's gentle hands make their way through his silken hair, wanting nothing in return. Obi-Wan found the sensation almost as relaxing as Qui-Gon, content to play with his Master's hair, massaging him as long as his Master wanted him.

Qui-Gon Jinn hadn't felt this relaxed in many, many years. He shifted a little, making himself more comfortable. Obi-Wan held his Master's head in his hands, looking into the older man's kind loving eyes. Carefully he reached underneath the back of his Master's thick, soft hair combed his fingers through the silky, immaculate strands. Qui-Gon's hair always seemed perfect even when it was a mess. He ruffled it slightly, as he massaged the Jedi Master's head. Qui-Gon closed his eyes as Obi-Wan continued to stroke his hands through the lovely locks, smiling warmly at his Master, resting in his lap. He bent forward a tad, placing a kiss on the older Jedi's forehead. His eyes still closed, Qui-Gon reached up and closed his hand around his Padawan's hand and kissed it. Obi-Wan continued to weave his fingers through his Master's luxurious hair. The Young Padawan felt a part of his Master. Qui-Gon turned his head slightly, feeling his Padawan's warm, touch. Obi-Wan smiled lovingly, content to play with his Master's luscious hair, enjoying the sensation almost as much as Qui-Gon, but more than that, grateful for his Master's pleasure which Obi-Wan was more than happy to give him.

Both Jedi allowed the moment to free themselves from the limitations of time. Obi-Wan didn't know how long he had held his Master, although he knew it had been well over an hour. Time he was grateful he was able to give, feeling his Master relax, the tensions of the mission leaving him.

Qui-Gon stretched leisurely, exercising every nerve and muscle in his entire body. He shifted position before he sat up and turned to his Padawan. "Ohh, that was wonderful, Obi-Wan."

The younger Jedi smiled. "I'm glad you liked it."

Qui-Gon leaned forward and thanked him with a soft kiss. "My pleasure, Master," Obi-Wan whispered, looking into his Master's eyes, a mist upon the ocean. The Jedi Master stroked his head and kissed him again.

The two sat, almost lying on the exquisite grass. Slowly, Jedi hands began to explore. Obi-Wan slid his hand inside Qui-Gon's tunic, and lightly over his Master's bare chest. Obi-Wan pushed the smooth beige fabric off his Master's shoulders, but Qui-Gon wasn't going to let his Padawan have all the fun as he reached inside the young Jedi's light clothing. Obi-Wan smirked, glad his Master was feeling adventurous as Qui-Gon began to caress his chest, slowly ravelling Obi-Wan's tunic off his shoulders. The Jedi Padawan admired how his Master could make such a gesture feel so pleasurable. He kissed his Master as he ran his hand down his neck, over his collarbone and across his chest. Qui-Gon slowly removed his utility belt and beige sash, his tunic falling loosely. His Padawan the same, then began to remove his boots and pants. Clothes seemed out of place here. Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon also began to remove his boots and loved how his Master made such a simple mundane thing look graceful. Qui-Gon raised his hands and with a mild push of the Force, removed his dark brown pants, rolling them down. Both as the Force intended now, the Jedi smiled at each other, feeling less constricted.

Obi-Wan ventured further and ran his hands over his Master's flat stomach, and then curved his palms around Qui-Gon's slender waist. The older Jedi took in a silent breath, shivering slightly at the delicate, pleasurable touch. He kissed his Padawan's neck, as his warm hands blessed Obi-Wan's bare chest, and slim stomach and slid around his shapely waist, sensing his Padawan found the sensation as desirable as he. The young Jedi shivered slightly at his Master's sensual touch. Qui-Gon placed his arms around his Padawan, cherishing him. Obi-Wan finding the sensation as pleasurable Qui-Gon. The young apprentice kissed his mentor, beginning to massage Qui-Gon's smooth waist.

The Jedi Master sighed almost silently, closed his eyes, stretching his head back. Qui-Gon held his Padawan's naked body close to his own and kissed with gentle passion, his long hair brushing Obi-Wan's shoulders, a light caress on his Padawan's bare skin. Softly, hands moving delicately across his smooth waits, kissing his Padawan's lips as they held each other close, feeing the warmth of the Living Force between them, sensually pulsing from one to the other, caressing and surrounding them, with great serenity and compassion, sensing only love.

Obi-Wan ran his hands over his Master's smooth chest, then over his perfect stomach. Qui-Gon closed his eyes again, his Padawan's exquisite touch pure Magic. Obi-Wan's hands kissed his Master's smooth, soft skin, then he began to push Qui-Gon gently onto the longish grass. His Master complied and lay down, curious as to what his young Padawan had in store. Obi-Wan continued to caress his Master's torso, his hands paying particular attention to his stomach. Qui-Gon closed his eyes and indulged in the luxury. Obi-Wan smiled at the older Jedi's pleasure, the only thing he had wanted from his Master in return. He lay next to Qui-Gon and placed his head on his Master's soft stomach, listening to its delicate, almost nonexistent noises. Qui-Gon he stroked his young Padawan's cheek and toyed with his braid. Obi-Wan closed his eyes as Qui-Gon continued to stroke his head, running his fingers through his Padawan's thick, short hair. Obi-Wan reached up, holding his Master's hand, feeling comfortable and safe as he felt his Master's chest rise and fall in tune with his silent breathing.

The two Jedi turned and embraced, Qui-Gon's stomach feeling a little colder where Obi-Wan had left him, but warm again when his Padawan's body pressed lightly against his. Qui-Gon rested his head on Obi-Wan's shoulder and felt his Padawan's hand, warm against the back of his head.

"Thank you, Master," the young Jedi whispered.

"I can't take all the credit," Qui-Gon said with a smile.

Obi-Wan chuckled quietly, as Jedi eyes began to caress, taking in every luscious detail as they kissed again.

After they parted, Qui-Gon tossed his light hair into the wind, like an ancient wizard, majestic against a late afternoon sky, a long lock of hair falling over one shoulder. Obi-Wan gasped loudly at the gorgeous image, his lips on his Master's in an instant, Qui-Gon's action having the desired effect, Obi-Wan somewhat embarrassed at being caught so easily, but by the Gods his Master was beautiful. Obi-Wan smirked inwardly as he formulated a plan of his own, though shielded it from his Master.

//If you want me, come and get me...// Obi-Wan smiled mischievously as he slid down the hill in an instant. Qui-Gon wans't long to follow. The young Jedi stood and ran, his Master in hot pursuit, both Jedi laughing, running nude through the luscious grass. Qui-Gon leapt, a graceful vault into the air, landing in front of Obi-Wan and grabbed his young Padawan. Obi-Wan yelped as his Master effortlessly picked him up and carried him struggling and kicking back to where they had left their attire. Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan, still in his arms and sat down.

"Not bad, young Padawan."

Obi-Wan smirked.

Qui-Gon's hand made its way down to his young apprentice's waist. Obi-Wan wondered if he was imagining things - was his Master's smile a tad mischievous?

Qui-Gon's hand lightly traced Obi-Wan's side. Suddenly the young Jedi shrieked, grasped protectively at his side, unable to stop himself from a fit of giggles. He tried to block his Master's assault, but Qui-Gon refused to be defeated and attacked again. Obi-Wan tried to block and waited a few more moments before his attack which his Master easily blocked, despite the younger Jedi's best efforts. Obi-Wan couldn't break through his Master's defence, or Qui-Gon's strong hands holding his at bay.

The younger Jedi managed to struggle one of his hands free and went for Qui-Gon again, but alas, his attempt was foiled. A new strategy, Obi-Wan thought, whilst trying to defend his own territory. However Qui-Gon broke through his defences and all Obi-Wan could do was desperately keep his Master away from his really vulnerable spot, right in the center of his hip. The young Padawan waited a few more moments, barely able to stand Qui-Gon's merciless tickle assault. He waited an excruciating tickle torture moment longer before springing into action, however Qui-Gon blocked his efforts.

"Not fair!" the young Jedi panted. "You foresaw that!"

Qui-Gon laughed, his eyes smiling as he nodded and let Obi-Wan sneak in. The young Padawan's smile, victorious, although as soon as he made contact, Qui-Gon wriggled away, unable to stop smiling, and tried to block his Padawan's ruthless barrage. Obi-Wan cackled with glee as he finally broke through the other's defences and captured his elusive prey, Qui-Gon's extremely ticklish hip... and grinned as his Master madly tried to stop his assault amidst an onset of giggles. Although Qui-Gon wasn't going to let Obi-Wan savour his victory for long as he renewed his assault, both Jedi furiously trying to gain the upper hand. Finally both naked Knights flopping down, exhausted and still laughing.

"I thought it'd make you smile," Qui-Gon said, catching his breath.

"Made you smile too," he breathed.

Qui-Gon chuckled.

"Thanks, Master," Obi-Wan said, kissing him. "It proves no one's too old to play."

"Whoever said that?"

Both Jedi laughed again and cuddled each other.

"Hungry?" Qui-Gon asked, sensing Obi-Wan's thoughts.

"Ohh you read my mind ... or my stomach..."

Qui-Gon chuckled as he reached into is utility belt by his rumpled tunic, unclipped and produced food capsule. Out here they had no means of preparing them, although they could be eaten in condensed form. Obi-Wan's stomach was practically growling as he watched Qui-Gon open the food capsule.

"Patience," the Jedi Master said.

Obi-Wan nodded, but not without a smile as Qui-Gon handed him the small cylinder. The young Jedi took a hurried gulp. His second swallow, slower. It was amazing how such a small thing could be so filling and nutritious, though that's how they were designed. He gave the empty the capsule back to his Master.

Qui-Gon placed the refillable capsule back on his belt and took one for himself. Obi-Wan watched his Master eat. Qui-Gon swallowed slowly, paused before taking a second swallow and a second later felt Obi-Wan's lips press hard against his.

"Ohh ... I never noticed how sexy you are when you eat, Master..."

Qui-Gon chuckled softly. "You really think so?"

"Would I have said so if I didn't?"

The Jedi Master didn't have to answer that question as Obi-Wan kissed him again.

Qui-Gon offered his Padawan the remainder of the food capsule. Obi-Wan swallowed the yellow paste, not taking his eyes off his Master's and felt the older Jedi's lips bless his own. Qui-Gon reached into his belt and took yet another food capsule and not because he was hungry. He slowly opened it, raised the metal capsule to his lips and drew some of the substance into his mouth.

Obi-Wan was on him in an instant, caressing his neck as he swallowed. The young Padawan sighed audibly.

Qui-Gon smiled. "Liked that, did you?"

His Padawan's rapid breathing a definite yes. Qui-Gon took another swallow from the capsule, this time Obi-Wan's caress following right down to his stomach. The older Jedi closed his eyes and indulged in the lovely sensation as Obi-Wan massaged him, heightening the sensuality before the two shared a long kiss.

"Lie down," Qui-Gon purred, after they had parted, his voice soft and soothing like a welcoming breeze. Obi-Wan didn't ask why, just complied and lay next to his Master, the young Jedi Knight intrigued as to what his Master was up to, but said nothing, awaiting the subtle surprise, Qui-Gon's mystique intriguing him once again. Like a wisp of wind, he felt fingertips trace his back, then stop and go backwards. Obi-Wan sighed at the delicate sensation, as his Master's fingers traced up, down and around. Qui-Gon continued to stroke his young Padawan's back with his fingertips. A sigh escaped Obi-Wan, his nerves both stimulated and relaxed by his Master's enchanting touch. He moved a little closer to Qui-Gon as the older Jedi lightly touched his back. Nothing, Obi-Wan thought, nothing in the Universe could feel so soothing.

"I sensed you'd like this," Qui-Gon said, voice, soft and sensual as his touch.

Obi-Wan sighed as his Master massaged his back with his gentle palms, in a circular fashion, slowly moving from place to place. Obi-Wan stretched and shifted position, making himself more comfortable as Qui-Gon started to use his fingertips again, circling Obi-Wan's back, his hand moving in a squiggly motion. When the Jedi Master's hand traced upwards, he used the back of his nails. Obi-Wan shivered slightly at the subtle, pleasurable sensation.

Qui-Gon gave a loving smile as he continued to scratch his protégé's back, tracing his fingers up and down his Padawan's bare skin. Bliss, Obi-Wan thought. Pure unadulterated Bliss, his Master's touch as silk and stimulating as a steaming bath. He sighed inwardly, his eyes still closed. Each wisp of Qui-Gon's delicate fingertips bringing newfound pleasure. Qui-Gon Jinn warmly sensed the effects of his touch, and enjoying the sensations as much as Obi-Wan as he continued tracing his fingertips around his young Padawan's back.

Obi-Wan took in some silent, deep breaths, feeling more relaxed than ever before as Qui-Gon continued, his serene touch exquisite, Obi-Wan wondering if he did indeed have magic in those fingers.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, a little surprised to see it had become a little darker. His Masters' touch had been so beautifully sensual and relaxing, he hadn't noticed the time, easily over an hour, which Qui-Gon had been happy to give him, the sensations just as pleasurable for him. He smiled warmly as he stroked the younger Jedi's back.

Obi-Wan stretched as he sat up. "Ohh that was wonderful, Master..." He showed his appreciation with a kiss.

"My pleasure, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said, with a gentle smile. The younger Jedi lightly kissed him again and leaned against his chest.

"It's getting a little cold," he said.

"So it is," Qui-Gon agreed, noticing the sky had darkened a notch. However neither Jedi wanted to don their tunics.

"I have an idea," Qui-Gon said.

Obi-Wan watched his Master with interest, as the older man reached into his utility belt and drew his lightsabre. He dug the base into the ground, ignited the blade and extended it fully. Obi-Wan was impressed at his Master's improvisation, the heat from the blade enough to warm the Jedi, the soft, familiar hum adding to the gentle ambience, the subtle omni green glow it cast upon Qui-Gon, making the Jedi Master look like a Night Spirit, highlighting his deep grey-blue eyes. Obi-Wan could not resist to caress the wise Jedi's tender lips with his own, the delicate purr of the lightsabre the only sound in the air, heightening the intimacy. Qui-Gon returned the kiss, taking his young Padawan into his arms, holding him tenderly. The lightsabre's almost etheric green glow, with the moon and starlight, creating a ambient glow on their bare bodies as their lips touched, naked bodies softly pressing together, holding each other close.

Slowly the two Jedi parted, smiling warmly at one and other. Obi-Wan kissed his Master's palm as Qui-Gon stroked his face, a serene touch, as he leaned his cheek against his Master's hand. Both were becoming tired and chuckled quietly before sharing another kiss. Obi-Wan stroked his Master's cheek. The two looked into each other's eyes. The Jedi kissed once more, their eyes smiling, despite their fatigue.

"What would Master Yoda say if he ever found out about this?" Obi-Wan asked quietly.

"Nothing, I should imagine," Qui-Gon said. "He'd be pleased we shared this bond."

Obi-Wan eyed his Master. "Are you sure it isn't against-"

"It may be irregular, but it isn't forbidden or against the Jedi Code for a Jedi Master and his or her Padawan to be intimate. Nor is it against the Force."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Are there any other Jedi Masters who share a bond like this with their Padawans?" he asked, interested.

"A few. Not many."

Obi-Wan knew better than to ask his Master who, although he was curious, he knew Qui-Gon would never break a confidence.

"Are you quite sure the Council won't frown on this?"

Qui-Gon was quite used to the Council's collective frown. "I bet Mace Windu'd frown on it."

The older Jedi chuckled. "Probably ... He's quite conservative ... And there's no need to tell the Council. If they do sense our feelings, they won't intervene unless our intimacy clouds our judgement or impairs performance, which it won't." Sensing Obi-Wan still felt a little uncertain, Qui-Gon said, "The Council would be hypocrites to forbid love. Love isn't against the Light Side of the Force, Obi-Wan. Love is the Light Side." Obi-Wan felt foolish for asking the question, although he had to be sure. He marvelled in the beauty of his Master's words and kissed him gently, then placed his arms around the older man, holding him close and felt the embrace returned in a heartbeat, again, feeling the warmth of the Living Force bless them lovingly.

"I am glad we shared this bond, Master, even if it had been against the Council."

Qui-Gon smiled warmly, and stroked his Padawan's face, and kissed him, Obi-Wan feeling nothing but kindness, warmth and compassion, as he held his loving, gentle Master close. Once again, Obi-Wan combed his fingers through his long, velvety hair. Qui-Gon touched his young Padawan's cheek, then massaged his neck, and the two shared a kiss. Obi-Wan began to lie down, making himself comfortable on the grass. Qui-Gon tossed his thick, dark brown Jedi robe over them as he too found a comfortable position and made a makeshift pillow from his rumpled tunic, a subtle cool night breeze blowing through his long hair.

"By the Force, you're beautiful..." Obi-Wan marvelled.

"You really think so?" Qui-Gon had never really thought of himself that way before.

Obi-Wan nodded. "In so many ways ... your soul your heart ... your beautiful hair ... your deep eyes ... and so much more." After a pause, he continued. "It's not against the Jedi code to take a compliment you know."

Qui-Gon chuckled softly. "Thank you, Obi-Wan. You posses the beauty of youth and spirit. You too have beautiful eyes and you're cute when you smile."

Obi-Wan almost blushed, his indigo eyes sparkling in the starlight. "Is that all?"

"What do you think, Padawan?"

The two Jedi shared another kiss, then lay beside each other, warm together under the thick robe. Obi-Wan stroked and kissed his Master's cheek. "Thank you, Qui-Gon," he said, soft and sincere.

"My pleasure," the older Jedi whispered, "But I can't take all the credit." Obi-Wan smiled. "It was my pleasure too." He held his altruistic Master close, the two sharing a sensual kiss before lying down, comfortable, warm, content.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes before Qui-Gon. The elder Jedi smiled as he watched his tired Padawan, chest subtly rising and falling in tune with his light breathing. Qui-Gon disengaged the green shard of light, placing the lightsabre base back on his belt before lying his head on the soft bundled tunic. He felt his Padawan snuggle up to him, Qui-Gon's smile warm, as he kissed Obi-Wan's cheek, barely touching his skin, placing a gentle arm around his young Padawan before closing his tired eyes.

Both Jedi, grateful to the Living Force for this perfect, sensual moment in time, slept breathing soundlessly, under the stars, blanketed by soft white moonlight.