Okay (deep breath). Time to take the plunge.
The following, you'll soon see, is a little interlude
set during the movie. NC-17 for a little "PWP" smut.
Definitely spoilers. Archive on master_apprentice;
anywhere else please ask first. Feedback always welcome.
Thanks to Shari for giving me the thumbs up on this.
In the small, sterile cabin of the Queen's transport,
Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi sat in meditation. No
matter what events a Jedi faced over the course of a
day, no matter how tiring, meditation was a necessary
exercise, every morning and night. Indeed, Qui-Gon had
many things to reflect upon this evening, things that
filled him in turn with excitement and concern.
The boy, Anakin, was a source of both emotions. For a
Jedi who had been so reluctant to take on his last
apprentice, Qui-Gon was now fighting for the chance to
train this child. His potential was so great; Qui-Gon
would not allow it to be squandered. It bothered him
that the council did not see the boy's importance
yet...but they would. He would not give up on such an
important matter so easily.
Concern also filled his mind as he reflected on the
other complications of what was supposed to have been
a simple diplomatic mission. The Queen was determined
not to give in, and Qui-Gon would support her as best
he could. Yet he knew the odds of their success were
low, even if they managed to gain the support of the
Gungun people. Their greatest enemy lay in one single,
mysterious figure, one Qui-Gon was certain they would
be facing again in the near future.
He felt the dark tremors in the Force, always just out
of reach, yet never far behind them...not since their
departure from Tatooine. He had not been able to shake
off a strong sense of foreboding since encountering the
Sith Lord--he was certain of their attacker's identity
in that regard, even if the council was hesitant to
believe him on this matter. Only a Sith could fight
with such fury, such a command of the Dark Side. Qui-
Gon had been surprised by the dark knight's amazing
power--too surprised, and ill prepared to face him in
such an intense battle.
Unprepared, or simply growing too old for such a
fight? he mused silently. As Obi-Wan was often ready
to chide him, he would have been a member of the
council long ago if not for his tendency to stubbornly
act on his own intuition, and against his superiors'
advice. Perhaps he did so on purpose, not ready to
settle into a comfortable, quieter life just yet. He
did not deny the possibility.
He deepened his state of mediation, putting aside such
thoughts to try to reach out for some sense of the
future. Doing so rewarded him only with more feelings
of uncertainty, unclear glimpses of himself and Obi-
Wan in battle...nothing of its outcome, nothing about
the boy. Revealing the future had never been one of
his stronger talents, unlike Master Yoda; his strength
lay in the moment, in the now, not in what would come
He let out a long, slow breath, bringing himself out
of his meditative trance. The world around him coming
back into focus, he glanced over at his apprentice.
Obi-Wan's eyes were closed, his expression calm, his
breath shallow. Qui-Gon took the quiet moment to study
the young man's face, remembering the determined if
desperate boy he had first met, and the way he had
grown over the years into the man he knew now. The
thoughts brought a smile to his face, momentarily
allowing him to forget the darker ones which otherwise
filled his mind.
Sensing his master's scrutiny, Obi-Wan soon opened his
eyes to meet Qui-Gon's gaze. One eyebrow quirked
upward, then he too smiled. Qui-Gon reached out to
touch the other man's cheek, caressing it softly with
his thumb. "You are ready to face the trials,
padawan. I did not say as much to the council merely
in an effort to take on Anakin as a new apprentice."
"I should hope not," Obi-Wan replied, his smile
widening. Wryly he added, "I'd like to think you have
some reasons for not wanting to be rid of me so
Despite the light tone, Qui-Gon knew his apprentice
was still feeling hurt and a little angry over recent
events. "I have many," he assured him. "And they will
not change once you are no longer my apprentice." He
regretted surprising Obi-Wan with his intentions to
train Anakin before the council as he had. He knew the
young man shared the council's doubts about the child,
and that he was also quite possessive when it came to
his master's attentions.
His words had the desired effect, quelling Obi-Wan's
insecurity. He should be past such doubts, after all
this time, Qui-Gon thought, though he knew Obi-Wan
was still very young, and his emotions ran strong.
They always had. That strong spirit had been the key
to working past Qui-Gon's defenses, his reluctance to
ever taking on another padawan again. They had bonded
so quickly--even as he resisted it!--that he knew no
one could ever come between them. Not even the "Chosen
One", if that in fact turned out to be Anakin. He
hoped someday that Obi-Wan would come to share that
certainty of their love...
If the universe grants us the time that may require...
The thought came to Qui-Gon unexpectedly. He realized
it was the voice of that unease which had been
haunting him, ever since the events on Tatooine. He
did not want to worry Obi-Wan with his concerns, and
he could already sense his apprentice preparing to
question his sudden silence. To cut short any such
inquiries, he leaned in to meet Obi-Wan's lips for a
kiss, giving in to his desires as he rarely allowed
himself to while they were on a mission. As he had
told his padawan many times, it was best not to cloud
the mind with such thoughts and feelings when one
needed to concentrate on other matters, on the mission
at hand. Yet on this night, he felt compelled to break
his rules, if just this once. He allowed himself the
luxury of indulging in his affections for his beloved
apprentice, to reassure him that no other could hold
his heart. Obi-Wan offered no objections,
unsurprisingly. After all, he was always quick to
tease Qui-Gon for his--to the young man's way of
seeing things--overly cautious ways.
As the kiss deepened, hands slipped into his hair,
gently freeing the long strands and allowing them to
fall about his face. His own hands glided over
Obi-Wan's shoulders and back, tracing the familiar
curves of the strong, lean body that lay beneath his
soft tunic. The Force rippled through the air around
them, flowed through them, heightening the sensations
of every touch and caress. He felt the intensity of
Obi-Wan's desire as the padawan pulled back from his
master's kiss, and held his gaze as he began to loosen
his attire. Qui-Gon followed his actions, heartbeat
hastening at the knowledge of the pleasure that lay
The floor was not the most comfortable place, but
neither were the too-narrow bunks provided in the
sparse cabin. Once undressed, Qui-Gon reached for and
spread out a blanket to soften the hard floor as best
as he could, then pulled Obi-Wan down with him.
Obi-Wan... No matter how many times they were
together, the first touch his apprentice's body
against his own always thrilled him, filled him with
such need and longing. The long years of his life
seemed to fade away and he felt as young as a padawan
himself, sexual energy singing through his body,
making him feel so alive. Obi-Wan quickly met his lips
for another kiss, this one filled with passion and the
fire of youth.
Mine... Obi-Wan asserted with every touch.
Yes, yours. As you are mine. As we are one, Qui-Gon
answered in his own touch and shared thought, as he
expertly rolled the smaller man onto his back and set
to task proving his desire.
Obi-Wan was eager, already fully aroused, but Qui-Gon
was determined to proceed at his own pace. The padawan
needed to be reminded of the rewards of patience, and
there was no need to rush. They were many hours from
Naboo yet, with time to rest later; time for other
activities now. Hovering over Obi-Wan's body, Qui-Gon
savored the taste and feeling of his skin with his
mouth, alternating between soft kisses and less gentle
bites. He was keenly aware of Obi-Wan's every sharp
breath and moan, the quickening of his pulse with each
passing moment. His stomach quivered lightly with
laughter, as Qui-Gon's beard brushed softly against
the sensitive skin. The laughter then dissolved into
moans when the master's explorations led him to
swollen head of Obi-Wan's penis.
"Qui-Gon..." the younger man sighed heavily, fingers
tangling in his lover's hair. For this moment, all
titles were forgotten. In the intimacy of their bed--
wherever they made it--they were merely Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon. Not apprentice, not master...
Building moans met every stroke of his tongue, brush
of his lips, as he coaxed the young man to the
threshold of release. Even now, he called upon the
Force to draw out the moment, to keep Obi-Wan on the
edge as long as he could. And when he sensed the
padawan could take no more, Qui-Gon took him deeply
down his throat, moments before the climax shuddered
through Obi-Wan's body.
As the last echoes of pleasure began to fade, Qui-
Gon inched his way back up the still trembling body,
putting aside his own needs to instead enjoy the
effects his efforts had on his lover. Obi-Wan's
blissful smile was indeed nearly enough reward for his
efforts. But only a few minutes passed before Obi-
Wan's touch began to intensify from lazy caresses, one
hand traveling down Qui-Gon's body toward his
erection. The master sighed and gave in to the
pleasure offered by his apprentice's touch, losing himself
in the gaze of those beautiful, light eyes, so filled
Obi-Wan soon was urging his him onto his back, and
Qui-Gon let him do as he wished. Where he had
developed such a talent for the sensuality, Qui-Gon
could only imagine. It had to be a natural talent, for
the life of a young Jedi did not lend itself toward
extensive sampling of the erotic arts. Perhaps it was
merely the strength of their bond, once more, allowing
Obi-Wan to sense exactly what his master wanted,
anticipating his every desire.
Obi-Wan paused only to reach for his travel case
and pull out a small vial of oil. The pleasant, soft
scent of exotic spice filled the air, as he carefully
poured out the contents into one hand, then applied it
in long, thorough strokes to his lover's body. Qui-Gon
shuddered and sighed in anticipation.
Satisfied with his ministrations, Obi-Wan deftly
straddled Qui-Gon's hips, skillfully taking his master
inside him. Arching back, his mouth open in a silent
moan, he closed his eyes and began moving with a
steady, determined rhythm. The sight of his young
lover so lost in pleasure was as incredible as the
feeling of the warm flesh embracing him. He reached
out for Obi-Wan with the Force and in a moment they
were as one, sharing thought and emotion, sharing
The intensity of the moment was too much to hold onto
for long. His body ached for release even as his
spirit wished to hold onto the union forever. Finally
he arched upwards, matching Obi-Wan's thrust, coming
inside him as he heard the other cry out his name
And then, there were only the echoes of the bliss
they had shared, as Obi-Wan slipped down easily into
his master's embrace, head against his chest. Qui-Gon
reached for the edge of the blanket to drape it over
their bodies, driving away the chill as the sweat
cooled on their skin.
"Well. That was unexpected," Obi-Wan finally remarked
after several minutes of silence, commenting on his
master's unusual behavior.
"This mission has been a difficult one. Meditation is
well and good, but there are other ways to refresh the
body and spirit."
"I do not argue with you, master," Obi-Wan answered.
"Still...I sense something more. Some unease in your
"Nothing to worry about. Nothing except a need to
proceed cautiously through the events we will be
facing on Naboo."
"The attacker...the Sith, you mean?"
"Yes. Among other things." He stroked the short
cropped hair on Obi-Wan's head and soothed him, "Rest,
now, padawan. We both will need it for what lies ahead
"Rest, yes," Obi-Wan agreed with a soft yawn, wrapping
one slender, strong arm around his master's waist.
Within a few minutes, Qui-Gon could sense his
apprentice beginning to drift to sleep. In time, he
too allowed himself to fall asleep, lulled on by the
steady beat of Obi-Wan's heart close to his own.