Archive: master_apprentice, WWOMB, SWAL; anywhere else, just ask, I won't
say no.
Archive Date: February 14, 2000
Category: POV
Disclaimer: I don't own the Jedi, and I don't make a dime.
Feedback: Does Obi want his master?
Notes: Inspired by some song. I know I've heard it somewhere, but I can't
remember which one.
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: PG-13
Series: The 'inspired by a song' series--the same universe, but can be read
in any order. Timeline is (Color Them Wonderful), What Keeps Me Down,
Star-Crossed Voyager, What Do You Say?, Can't Be Really Gone, In The Still
of the Night, Leave It All Behind.
Spoilers: Yes, for TPM.
Summary: Obi-Wan dreams.
Obi-Wan shifted against the bed, sliding into another dream restlessly:
Qui-Gon against him as the dawn broke over the Temple, waking up him up with gentle kisses all over his face and hair.
"Ah, Obi-Wan, my love," he was saying, punctuating the words with light touches of his lips.
Obi-Wan was aching with desire, craving his master.
Feather-light fingers moved down his body, torturing him with cruel patience.
The warm heat of a mouth moved across his torso, seizing a taut nipple here, skirting one there.
Obi-Wan moaned, trying not to beg and plead, all too quickly losing the battle.
"Master," he groaned, barely able to formulate the word.
Qui-Gon understood what he wanted.
Surging down his padawan's lithe body, struggling in passion, he took the hard cock in, all the way in one motion. Obi-Wan sobbed and bucked his hips, lost in sensation. Qui-Gon held him steady, moving that mouth up and down his shaft.
Such sweet delight could only last for a little while, Obi-Wan gasped in pleasure and collapsed, panting for breath. He was dimly aware of Qui-Gon beside him...but this was...this was...
A dream. Obi-Wan started up, finding himself alone in his bed, sheets splattered and disorganized.
He rubbed a hand over his face.
Really, this was enough.