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Who's Your Master?

by lucee (lucee30@yahoo.com)

Archive: master_apprentice, anyone else please ask!
Category: Humor/Kink
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut alert! Un-beta'd so all screw ups are mine!
Pairings: Qui/Obi
Summary: Some Jedi walk into this S&M bar and...A shameless smutty plot bunny that kept gnawing at me! Hey, gotta blame somebody...
Feedback: Ummm... OK!

"I don't know Mace..." Adi Gallia says shaking her head douubtfully. Her eyes scan the darkened nightclub. The crowd was mixed humanoid and other species. But they all had one thing in common – alll of them wanted to remain anonymous. They were dressed and undressed in various types of leather and fetish gear, the main theme seeming to be master and slave. Adi had to admit her curiosity was peaked when Mace had suggested they visit the x rated nightclub. She had never been to anything quite this scandalous – she was nervous.

"Relax, Adi!" Mace laughs caressing her shoulder. "Who's going to see us here? This could be very interesting." His eyes are fixed on the crowd, most of whom were having various forms of sexual intimacy while gyrating to the low thumping music.

"We didn't even dress right!" Adi giggles looking down at their non-risquι attire. "Oh, my! Look at that couple by the door! They have some kind of a harness!" She stretches her neck to see better. Mace grabs her arm pushing her back down, laughing.

"Don't call attention to us or anything." Mace says ordering them both a drink. "Our drinks are blue." He marvels holding his up to the light.

"I've never seen them this shade before." Adi agrees.

"It's the Maul Dungeon's own trademark addition to every drink." A muscled humanoid man tells them. He is dressed in a tight black T shirt and equally tight jeans. His nod to the fetish club consisted of a ring through his nose and a collar around his neck.

"Oh? What exactly is it?" Mace asks. The man runs a hand through his black hair and smiles.

"I'm Kitana." He says offering his hand.

"I'm Mace and this is Adi." Mace grins shaking the man's hand.

"Hello, Kitana." Adi says taking in his sculpted chest.

"Please, call me Kit." The man says oblivious of Adi's admiring gaze. "They add Jilli nectar to all the drinks."

"Ah, that explains the blue." Adi says nodding. "But isn't Jilli nectar a stimulant?"

"No, it is actually a mild relaxant. Similar to alcohol but it produces more...amorous results." Mace says tipping his glass att Adi, with a grin.

"Cheers, my new friends." Kit salutes before taking a healthy swallow of his drink.

"This is our first time here." Adi whispers tilting her head towards Kit. "Have you been here before?"

"Yes, I come when I can. It really is an excellent place to let go of some tensions." Kit muses watching a young man being pinned against the wall by his date. The larger man sucks at the young man's neck, passionately. "Everyone here has stressful careers or home situations that they wish to escape from if only for an hour or two."

"We came to the right place then." Mace says dryly.

"What do you do?" Kit asks amicably. He sees the look of unease that passes between Adi and Mace and he holds up his hand.

"Forget I asked. Discretion is the word here." He laughs at their discomfort. "Really, it does not matter."

"Much appreciated, my friend." Mace says, relieved that he didn't have to lie about his career. There was no way he would tell anyone here that they were Jedi Masters! This was exactly the sort of thing one didn't want floating back to the temple.

"No bother, I remember my first time in here." He says nodding. " I think I stayed glued to a barstool all night, just watching."

"That was kind of our idea..." Mace says sheepishly. "Feel things out."

"Nonsense, Mace! I want you to wear a collar like that one!" She whispers gesturing to a shirtless young man clad in a pair of tight leather pants. He was kneeling in front of another man who was fingering the studded collar that adorned his neck. She lets out a low whistle, admiring his compact body. "I'm beginning to enjoy myself immensely."

"Yes, those two make quite a yummy pair." Kit says dreamily. "They come here at least twice a month. The little one worships his master." They watch as the older man pulls the young man off of his knees by the collar. His hand squeezes the inviting ass, making a show of it.

"He is a knockout." Mace says in awe. The trio stares as the young man stands on his tip toes to kiss his tall master.

"He is BEAUTIFUL!" Adi exclaims pulling Mace over so they could see better. "He is-"

"Obi-Wan? It is!" Mace hisses, covering his mouth with a gasp. "It's Obi-Wan."

"Oh my gods Mace!" Adi whispers stifling a giggle. "and that's Master Jinn!"

"You know these two lovely creatures?" Kit asks nodding.

"Master Jinn brings his padawan here? Oh, Sith..." Mace lauughs, feeling a fit of hysteria coming on. "If the Temple..." He stops short, clearing his voice.

"Oh force, Mace.. Look at Obi-Wan he is LUCIOUS!" Adi shrieks, clapping a hand over her mouth.

"Jedi – you all are Jedi!" Kit says a light sparking in hhis eyes. "Aha!"

"Aha nothing!" Mace yelps shaking his head.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." Kit says smugly. "If it makes you feel any better, my day job is defense minister to Talteeri."

"Right back at you." Adi giggles, her eyes taking in Qui-Gon's hard body, encased in black. "Sith's hell – Qui-Gon's a GOD."

"Are you still my date or was that just a ruse to get me to take you here?" Mace asks, slack jawed as Qui-Gon pulls on one of Obi-Wan's nipple rings. The padawan throws his head back groaning loudly. Unconsciously the trio scoots down the bar until they are within earshot of the unsuspecting pair.

"The master gets angry with his little one when he dares to flirt. It gets very hot between them then." Kit smirks. "He makes a practice of making those beautiful eyes fill with tears."

"What do you mean?" Mace asks, his mouth dry. He was finding the idea of watching Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan without their knowledge wildly exciting.

"Watch, I'll show you." Kit says licking his lips as he slides off his bar stool. He saunters over to where the pair stand, his elbow purposefully jostling Obi-Wan as he passes.

"Oh god! I am so sorry!" Kit gushes, putting a hand on Obi-Wan's biceps. "Your drink... Let me buy you another." He smmiles, letting his hand slide down Obi-Wan's honeyed arm. Obi-Wan's innocent little face breaks into a stellar smile and he cranes his neck towards Kit invitingly.

"I liked that drink." Obi-Wan pouts, looking Kit over slowly. His fingers toy with his nipple rings, enticingly.

"Oh did you?" Kit asks stepping closer to the boy. "I'll just have to make it up to you won't I?" Qui-Gon steps forward, his blazing blue eyes focused on his teasing padawan.

"It'll take a lot to make me feel better." Obi-Wan purrs looking up at Kit from under his long lashes. "But you feel strong... I think you could do it." He flirts shamelessly, his body pressing against Kit's.

"Enough!" Qui-Gon growls, yanking on Obi-Wan's collar. "Your place is at my feet." He orders as his padawan kneels at his feet obediently. Kit backs off, apologizing profusely for overstepping. He discreetly slips back to his bar stool, grinning at Adi and Mace.

"Now, observe." He whispers settling back to watch the scene play out.

"You little slut! You flirt and flirt – shamelessly! Oblivious of how it may look!" Qui-Gon says firmly. His padawan looks up at him, his face indescribably excited. He knows he is about to be thoroughly chastised and it enflames his desire.

"I am tired of you offering that little whore's body to anyone that walks by." He breathes. He reaches out and slaps the upturned little face just hard enough to sting. Then he does it again, this time causing tears to spring to Obi-Wan's eyes.

"He's crazy-" Mace says getting off his bar stool.

"No!" Kit hisses pushing him back. "The little one likes it rough... I'm telling you! Watch, just watch. It gets him off."

"So, that's his secret." Adi muses watching as Obi-Wan squirms at his master's feet. "I always wondered how Qui-Gon managed to keep his little sex pot so happy."

"Haven't I told you before that I don't like it when you act like such a dirty little tease?" Qui-Gon hisses pinching one of Obi-Wan's erect nipples. "Now you will have to be disciplined. Taught a lesson for your naughtiness, little slut."

They seem oblivious to the crowds surrounding them. They are playing out their own little fantasy and the audience is essential. Qui-Gon thrusts a finger in his padawan's luscious mouth, ordering him to suck it.

"Yes, use your little whore's mouth." Qui-Gon murmurs, his eyes locked with Obi-Wan's. "I want to feel your tongue." He slides the finger in and out of his padawan's swollen mouth, hooking a second inside. Obi-Wan sucks both fingers in deeply, without blinking an eye.

"Gods, Mace!" Adi swallows, toying with her drink. Mace doesn't hear her. His focus is solely on Obi-Wan's mouth.

"Tell me, little bitch..." Qui-Gon says abruptly removing hhis fingers leaving his padawan's mouth empty and wanting. "What happens to padawans when they behave like little sluts?"

"They get punished, Master." Obi-Wan bows his head subserviently. His hand rubs at his hardness and his hips move sensuously.

"You are not to pleasure yourself! You know the penalty for being greedy and having no self control." Qui-Gon grabs his braid and wraps it around his hand. "My little exhibitionist, you are about to be shown the true meaning of the word humiliation."

"Quick, into the playroom!" Kit whispers leading the two confused Jedi through the crowd. They loop past the dance floor and head down a flight of dark stairs. They pass a large sofa which is littered with moaning couples. Kit stops at a bright red padded door.

"Keep your voices down." He whispers opening the door. "That's the only rule."

They creep into a dimly lit room that is adorned generously with leather chairs and benches. On the floor there are huge satin covered cushions and baskets filled with towels and various love gels and lubricants. The walls held racks of toys – paddles, whips, collars and other devices that the Jedi had no words to describe.

There were two couples engaged in `play' on the benches and cushions. The slaves were handcuffed, helpless while their master's tortured them. Lining the walls were the voyeurs, drinks in their hands and their eyes dialed on the erotic action.

"Here." Kit whispers gesturing to a row of stools along the voyeur wall. "Forget your day job... Now you're officially voyeurrs!" He says gleefully.

"Oh, Mace – look at that gag!" Adi giggles, pointing to aa particularly outlandish gag hanging on the wall of toys. Her mouth opens as all eyes turn to the entry way. Qui-Gon was leading his exquisite padawan into the room by his braid, in his hand he held a black bag.

"This is my favorite part..." Kit gasps, his eyes wide.

"I never knew Qui-Gon was such a dom." Mace marvels. "He rules that boy."

"What choice does he have? At his height could you picture little Obi-Wan trying to top him?" Adi giggles.

"Why does poor Obi-Wan have to get dominated all the time anyway?" Mace muses.

"Because the author likes it that way, stupid!" Adi elbows him.

"Do you see all these people, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon growls cutting his hand through the air. "They are about to watch as I reduce you to a moaning little slut."

"Master, forgive me." Obi-Wan whimpers, his hand stealing to his crotch again. Qui-Gon slaps his hand away sharply. From the black bag he pulls a pair of handcuffs which he promptly uses to snap his padawan's wrists behind his back.

"It's too late for apologizing." Qui-Gon hisses kneeling in front of his trembling apprentice. "Begging on the other hand, I encourage. You do it so very well."

"Please..." Obi-Wan moans as his master roughly pulls his leather pants down to his ankles. He is bared, his considerable erection standing at attention for the voyeurs pleasure.

"Oh...my...Gods..." Mace says hoarsely. "He wasn't wearing underwear."

"Underwear? He's a slave in an S&M club! And all you can think of is underwear?" Adi laughs, trying to remain quiet.

"I can't help it – do you know how uncomfortable those leather pants would be without underwear?" Mace whispers, his eyes widening as Qui-Gon makes his naked padawan turn completely around to show the voyeurs his entire body.

"Look! Oh Force!" Adi points, her tongue hanging out. "I didn't know he had his belly button pierced!" They stare at the perfect slightly inward navel with it's gold ring through it.

"It is a beautiful belly button..." Mace says huskily.

"Forget his belly button..." Kit groans. "How abbout the piercing on his...rather large cock?"

"Oh!" Adi says fanning herself. Mace just stares wide eyed as Qui-Gon runs a hand over the adorned shaft. He grabs it roughly, pulling Obi-Wan against him. With his pants still around his ankles, he stumbles. Qui-Gon catches him, by grabbing onto his ass.

"I want your pants and boots off." Qui-Gon orders unlocking the handcuffs momentarily. He watches intently as his apprentice bends over to unlace his boots. His bottom faces Qui-Gon, begging to be touched. He moves it enticingly as he pulls off his boots and kicks off his pants. Wiggling his hips, making a show of his little body. The voyeur wall is silent, all eyes on Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. The other couples now merely a side show. They are wildly breathtaking together and what was about to take place was creating a tension in the room so thick you could cut it.

"You will pay for teasing like that, little slut." Qui-Gon takes another tool out of his bag. Moving fluidly he pulls Obi-Wan's wrists behind his back, snapping the cuffs back on. "Tell me what it is I should do to punish you."

"You should gag me Master." Obi-Wan says with a lusty little smile. "Teach me how to be quiet." He moans as Qui-Gon eases him onto his knees, a hand cupping the back of his skull.

"I should gag you, shouldn't I?" Qui-Gon growls taking a crop out of his bag. He snaps it smartly against Obi-Wan's flanks making him groan. "Your audience is just waiting to see you punished. I don't think we should disappoint them, do you?"

He purrs circling his padawan. He stops in front of Obi-Wan, pausing to snap the crop across his nipples.

"Free me." Qui-Gon orders, his voice icy cold. Obi-Wan immediately leans forward, taking his Master's zipper in his teeth.

"Force!" Adi says in a choked voice, her hand toying with her necklace. "What I wouldn't give to be the third wheel in that little pairing."

"I told you it would be exquisite." Kit breathes. "The little one suffers so beautifully. He was made to be subservient."

"You don't know how right you are." Mace says with a lustful smile. "He spends a lot of time on his knees in front of his master. He is a natural at it." He doesn't explain his meaning but Adi nods at him knowingly all the same.

"Your mine, aren't you?" Qui-Gon growls as he presents his erection to his apprentice. He smiles as Obi-Wan's mouth drops open, his tongue nervously moistening his lips.

Obi-Wan tilts his head up to look at his master, his gray eyes fogged with lust and his full mouth still open. "Master take me in hand- teach me a lesson." He begs, his voice hoarse. His eyes shyly survey the crowd, he blushes furiously as he makes eye contact with a few of the voyeurs.

"Sith! I hope he doesn't see us!" Mace curses ducking his head behind Kit. "I can't miss a second of this!" He falls silent as Qui-Gon presses the head of his cock against Obi-wan's lips.

"Yesss! Do – it to me, master! Punish me!" Obi-Wan moans, licking Qui-Gon's shaft. He makes such a hot little picture, sucking his master's cock and begging for more that Mace cannot contain a groan of pleasure that escapes his lips.

"This will teach you to be careful of what you ask for." Qui-Gon growls pushing himself as far as he could into Obi-Wan's willing mouth. Adi gasps, clapping her hand to her mouth in shock.

"How in the world does he expect to fit that thing all the way in that tiny mouth?" Adi laughs nervously. They watch, trapped in erotic limbo as Qui-Gon's hips fall into a rhythm of hungry thrusts.

"You will learn your place, young one." Qui-Gon says pulling himself completely out of Obi-Wan's mouth. The boy groans anxiously as his prize is taken from him. Adi and Mace exchange a heated look as his words hit them. Qui-Gon admonished his padawan with those very words countless times before during training. If they had only known!

"Master, please let me serve you - let me please you!" Obi-Wan squirms. Qui-Gon ignores him, instead focusing on twisting and pulling on his slave's nipples. He eyes Obi-Wan, grinning evilly before shoving his cock back down his captive's throat.

"This is too much-" Adi breathes, fanning herself again. "Now every time I see either of them I will simply fall at their feet! Blind worship! They are flipping gods!"

"Adi...He is going to choke Obi-Wan – with that thing..." Mace croaks, his mouth dry.

"It's called a penis, Mace." Adi says dryly.

"He certainly IS gagging him with it!" Mace blurts, his eyes lit up with desire.

"Now this is my favorite part." Kit grins, leaning forward.

"I can see why." Adi nods taking a quick scan of the room. Even the three couples had stopped their activities to watch Qui-Gon and Obi. All eyes were on them now.

"If you fight me, I will only stop and ask someone else to take over for you." Qui-Gon advises, his fingers playing with the ring that adorns the padawan's cock. Obi-Wan whimpers as Qui-Gon pulls out of his mouth again, his face turned sideways against the stares of the crowd. He was helpless with his hands cuffed behind him, his equilibrium was thrown forward. He was at his master's mercy. He groans, his body flushed in desire as his master plays with the ring.

"You will be hung on the wall to watch as another pleases me." Qui-Gon says yanking on the ring sharply.

"Master.. ohhh don't pull it-" He gasps as Qui-Gon slides his hand down stroking his painfully hard cock. "ah yes! DO – DO pull it!"

"Changed his tune awful fast." Adi murmurs, licking her lips repeatedly. Mace hands her a drink, wordlessly. His eyes are trained on the padawan's lust filled face. He was absolutely breath taking all lit up like that.

"Remember." Qui-Gon says tapping Obi-Wan's rear. "You are being punished." With that said, he thrusts himself back inside Obi-Wan's mouth. He closes his eyes as his hips move, a large hand gripping the back of Obi-Wan's head.

"Oh my." Mace whispers as Obi-Wan squirms enticingly, his eyes watering from with the strain of accomodating his Master's shaft. "Qui-Gon is the man."

"Sith's hell, look at that perfect ass move...He knows how to bait his master." Adi giggles, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Take it deeper." Qui-Gon orders, his breath coming in pants. He takes Obi-Wan's head in both of his hands moving him frantically to match his thrusts. He throws his head back, a deep roar erupting from his mouth as he comes. Obi-Wan keeps his lips wrapped around his Master's cock, waiting obediently until the spasms leave Qui-Gon's body.

"Do you think I've punished you enough yet?" Qui-Gon snarls yanking his slave to his feet. "Perhaps our audience would like to be the judge. Perhaps they would like to see what a punished mouth looks like?" He turns Obi-Wan around, taking his chin and tilting it up. Obi-Wan was flushed and beautiful, his mouth swollen with desire. The sight of him draws a collective groan from the voyeur wall.

"Gods, he is beautiful!" Adi says breathlessly.

"I told you." Kit says smugly. "It is a sight I would travel light years to see over and over again."

"Now, my young slave..." Qui-Gon murmurs stroking his face gently. "Do you have anything to say?" He stops as they are approached by a silver skinned giant of a male Quarmarian. His two sets of arms reach out towards Obi-Wan, almost seeming out of control.

"You! You share your slave with Sotto!" The creature booms his black eyes smiling menacingly at the Jedi. "Sotto play now!" He grabs Obi-Wan's cuffed hands, yanking him away from Qui-Gon.

"Force!" Mace hisses. Quarmarians were notoriously strong and without a light saber he didn't know if Qui-Gon's force would be strong enough to fight him.

"Sorry my friend by he belongs exclusively to me." Qui-Gon nods diplomatically. He takes a hold of Obi-Wan's arm, pulling him back gently. The Quemerian wasn't giving up that easily though. He shoves Qui-Gon away with two of his hands, the sheer strength of him sends the Jedi spilling onto his back.

"You share your slave!" Sotto roars. The crowd cheers and suddenly the voyeurs fled for Obi-Wan. They stampeded around him, their hands grabbing anything they could. Qui-Gon was nearly trampled in the melee and could barely get back on his feet.

"Master! Master!" The hysteria was rising in the padawan's voice. "NO!" He was lifted up by greedy hands that scratched and pinched as they took him towards the cushion area. He felt rough hands maneuvering the rings on his nipples and cock. When he struggled he was met with a brutal blow to the side of his face. He was suddenly terrified. His master had been trampled and now he was being carried off, naked and vulnerable by a crowd of sex hungry voyeurs. This was NOT the way a Jedi was supposed to die! Qui-Gon would be dispelled for this! The thought almost brought on the tears that had been threatening since Sotto had grabbed him.

"Oh Force, Mace!" Adi yelps grabbing his arm in panic. "We have to do something – they have Obi-Wan! We cannot let them hurt himm."

"I will separate the crowd and get to Qui-Gon." Kit says disappearing into the throng. Mace stands stock still, nodding at Adi slowly. They close their eyes in unison, using their joined forces to sedate the room. The jeering and yelling quiets bit by bit until it is only a simmer. The voyeurs were moving slower and their eye lids were now drooping.

"MASTER!" Obi-Wan cries as Sotto, the only being unaffected by the force suggestion, pins him to the floor The Quarmarian's huge paws grope him ruthlessly, while he admonishes the resisting padawan for not giving in like a good slave.

"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon yells, on his feet before Kit can even reach him. He shoves aside the force dazed crowd, making his way to where Sotto sat slobbering all over his defenseless padawan.

"Get off me! Qui-Gon GET HIM OFF ME!" He yells in complete outrage. "Master - GET OVER HERE!"

/Padawan I am here...Do not be afraid./ Qui-Gon centers his energy, fusing it with the unexplained force energy already in the room. He sends it in one bolt at Sotto, knocking him onto his back. The great creature bellows in protest as he his huge head hits the floor, knocking him out.

"Padawan..." Qui-Gon gasps helping the boy off the floor. "It's alright now." He sits on a chair, pressing him close.

"Alright? That slimy beast had his tongue in my EAR! Maybe it's alright to you - but not for me." Obi-Wan rants, struggling indignantly as Qui-Gon wipes his ear with his shirt.

"I should have remembered how exquisite you look when you are punished – how your skin begs to be touched." Qui-Gon murmurs, stroking the shivering back. Obi-Wan turns to him, arching his back as Qui-Gon's long fingers stroke his spine.

"I – please I don't want anyone else touch me..." Obi-Wan breathes, his rage suddenly dissolving to lust again. "Just you, Master ... "

"This is absolutely incredible!"Adi exclaims, her heart beating in her throat. "They just don't STOP do they?" She had held her breath as they performed the force sedation, she willed it to work. The sounds of the padawan's angry screams as he was violated by so many hands, rang in her mind.

"Oh, gods he is hard again – ." Mace whispers. Theyy watch in silence as Qui-Gon soothes his padawan, whispering to him heatedly.

Finally he stands his padawan up, his back to the now tiny crowd. Adi groans involuntarily as she watches him. Qui-Gon leans forward, speaking softly to the now panting slave. He draws a small smile from him and he reaches around to pluck at the ring on his cock gently.

"We can continue this at home, sweetheart." Qui-Gon says kissing him. Obi-Wan nods, his hand straying again to touch his erection. Qui-Gon slaps his ass sharply, yanking his hand away.

"Oh no." He says smiling at the shocked look on Obi-Wan's little face. "That will be left alone until I decide you have suffered enough." He says wrapping his cloak around Obi-Wan's naked body.

"Oh force, here they come! What do we do-" Adi yelps trying to hide her face with her blue drink.

"Just stay quiet!" Mace hisses shoving her onto a stool.

"Introduce me, will you? I'm really into both of them." Kit smirks staring blatantly as Qui-Gon comes towards them. He stops in front of them, pressing his overheated charge to his chest protectively. His eyes register no surprise as he looks at Mace and Adi, he had felt their force signatures when they had sent the sedation trance into the blood thirsty crowd.

"Thank you." He says bowing his head slightly. "I am grateful that you were here to aid me." His voice is steady and even with not a shred of embarrassment or discomfort evident. His padawan on the other hand was too young to be so schooled in such grace under pressure. So he continued hiding his face against his master, hoping that he could just disappear.

"Of course Qui-Gon." Mace says returning the bow. Adi bows silently, words completely eluding her.

"I trust we agree to keep this evening to ourselves?" Mace asks, a hint of anxiety in his voice. Qui-Gon smirks in disbelief, as if wondering why in the world he would want to do anything but keep the matter to themselves.

"Believe me, my friend your secret is safe with me." Qui-Gon laughs, patting his trembling padawan's rear soothingly.

"I'm Kit, by the way." Kit interjects, desperate to meet the two gorgeous men.

"Yes, I believe I have met you repeatedly as you have hit on my slave." Qui-Gon says wryly.

"Well you know – if you ever want to repay me for my assistancce this evening I wouldn't mind a little action with the both of you." He says with typical machismo.

"A thank you will be enough." Qui-Gon murmurs waving a hand in front of the now rather intoxicated man's eyes.

"Oh, don't be silly!" Kit smiles waving. " A thank you will be enough!" He skips from the room, not a thought in his head. The Jedi follow, now desperate to be out of the club. The night air is crisp and clean, washing the debauchery of the Maul's Dungeon from their bodies. The night would remain in their memories, remembered with a prickle of excitement. None of them would ever look at each other the same again.

"Qui-Gon?" Adi calls before boarding the transport. The tall Jedi turns, Obi-Wan still snuggled against him.

"Yes, Adi?"

"I do have a crop or two in my quarters if you care to pick up where you left off..." She teases, her eyes burning holes into the cloak that covers Obi-Wan's bare body.

"Instead perhaps you and Mace can practice some of the techniques you learned tonight as a voyeur." He grins before shutting the bay door to his transport in their stunned faces.

"He never did learn how to share." Adi says wistfully. Mace turns to her, smiling wickedly.

"And he never will."

-End