Title: Alleviation

Author: obi-ki

Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan

Catagory: PWP/Smutlett

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Obi-Wan valiantly attempts to reduce his Master's stress after a trying period.

Archive: M/A, WWOMB, anyone else please ask.

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Alleviation

by obi-ki

They dropped their bags on the floor as they entered their quarters, grateful to finally be back in the safe confines of the Temple. Home. Obi-Wan looked around the common room and sighed in relief. "I never thought our quarters could look so good, Master." He reached out and grabbed the cloak the older man was removing. "I could sleep for two days. Do you think there is any possibility that the Council will fail to notice that we have returned?" he added with a smirk.

"That is highly unlikely, Padawan," Qui-Gon snorted. "I expect that we will be summoned by the Council before we even have time to break our fast in the morning."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as he anticipated the scene in the Council chambers. "Just once Master, I would like one of our routine missions to actually remain routine." He draped the two cloaks he held over a chair and toed off his boots. "But the Council can be dealt with tomorrow. For now, I am looking forward to the comfort of our bed." He tossed a lustful glance back at his Master as he walked across the room. "Care to join me?"

Just the look on Obi-Wan's face and his tone of voice sent spikes of arousal through Qui-Gon's body. But that arousal warred with the sheer exhaustion that that had been dogging him over the past ten days. "There is no place I would rather be, my Obi-Wan," he said softly. With a touch of the Force, he extinguished the lights in the common room as he followed the younger man into their sleeping chamber.

Qui-Gon sat down heavily on the bed. His hands were pushed aside as he reached down to unfasten his boots. "Allow me," Obi-Wan said softly. He could feel the fatigue that permeated his Master's being and knew all too well the stressful events that had caused it. When boots and socks were tossed aside, he pulled the older man to his feet and quickly divested him of his remaining clothing. He considered getting them each a pair of sleep pants but quickly rejected that idea. They might both be too exhausted for any activity but at least they could be skin to skin. He could see the questioning look on his Master's face and gently settled him on the turned down bed. "I know you're exhausted," he said as his grey-green eyes locked with hooded blue ones. His clothes were tossed onto the floor within seconds and he lowered himself to lie against that broad chest. "I just thought you might sleep better with your padawan snuggle toy beside you. I know I always sleep better with my Jedi Master blanket."

Qui-Gon could almost feel the lips against his chest stretching into a smile. He wrapped his arms around the lithe body against him and dropped a kiss to the red-gold hair. "I love you, my Obi-Wan. Sleep well." He gave into the needs of his body, closed his eyes and dropped off to sleep.

Obi-wan forced back the reflexive arousal that the feel of Qui-Gon's warm skin caused as the heartbeat echoing in his ear slowed. "Sleep well, beloved," he whispered. With a quick kiss over that treasured heart, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep as well.

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Obi-Wan rolled over in his sleep instinctively looking for the warmth of his lover's body. Failing to find it brought him slowly into wakefulness. Feeling only cold sheets beside him, he forced his eyes to open and looked around the room. He spotted Qui-Gon standing a few feet away, winding his sash neatly around his waist. "Master?" he called sleepily.

"Go back to sleep, Padawan," Qui-Gon replied without turning around.

"What time is it?" Obi-Wan asked as he started to roll out of bed.

When he heard movement from behind him, he walked over the stand beside the bed. "Almost 0800," Qui-Gon said, as he stilled his padawan's movement with a hand to his shoulder. "There is no need for both of us to spend the day being grilled by the Council. Get some more sleep then contact Master Giusti about making up your Advanced Philosophy exam." He leaned down and kissed Obi-Wan's forehead before stepping back from the bed.

Obi-Wan grasped the edge of a tunic to keep Qui-Gon from moving away. As much as he hated these Council debriefings, especially after a mission like this one where his Master's choices were not going to sit well with the more conservative Councilors, he felt guilty letting his Master face them alone. "Are you certain, Master? I can be dressed and ready in a few minutes."

"Yes, I'm certain, Padawan," Qui-Gon replied. "Your Master got himself into this mess, so it is only fitting that I get myself out." He took the hand that held his tunic hem and brought it to his lips. "Enjoy your day. If I need you, I will call for you." With a half smile, he turned and strode out of the room.

Obi-Wan peered into the empty doorway. The sounds that echoed through their quarters told him that his Master has grabbed his cloak from the chair, retrieved a couple of datapads from his bag then continued out the door and into the hallway. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, relief and guilt warring for supremacy within him. When he felt a wash of love from his Master across their bond, relief won out and he drifted back off to sleep.

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Obi-Wan came awake with a start, looking urgently around the room to discover what had woken him so abruptly. His Force probe told him he was still alone in their quarters and that fact just increased his puzzlement. Unless on a mission or feeling some inherent danger, he usually came into wakefulness very slowly, like a hatchling emerging from its shell.

Whatever had startled him, Obi-Wan was now completely awake. Attempting to find out what had woken him, he opened the bond between he and his Master more fully. He instantly felt a surge of emotions flood into him and gasped at the intensity of those feelings. Frustration, annoyance and even a touch of anger surged at him before his Master realized what was happening and toned down his awareness.

Concern filled Obi-Wan as he glanced at the chrono. Almost three hours had passed since his Master had left for the Council chambers and that fact told him in no uncertain terms that things were not going well. Thankful that the increased depth in their bond since becoming lovers allowed them full telepathic conversation, he sent love along with his query. *Master, are you all right? Should I come and join you?*

Qui-Gon's mental voice was laced with a touch of humor in spite of his growing frustration. *Nothing I can't handle, my Padawan. Just the Council's inability to understand the necessity of my choices.*

Obi-Wan felt his Master's attention shift back to the conversation around him and focused on the feelings flowing through the older man. He could not hear what was transpiring through the bond but he could easily get a good sense of his Master's reaction to it. Seconds after he felt Qui-Gon's concentration lessen, the mental voice filled his mind again. * Take care of your exam and visit with your friends. I'll see you later.* He felt a wave of reassurance flow over the bond before his Master's shields snapped back into place and muted his presence.

Releasing his frustration over his Master's stubbornness to the Force, Obi-Wan rolled out of bed and headed to the refresher. His mind was a whirlwind of planning as the warm water streamed over his body. He may not be able to shoulder any of the censure Qui-Gon was getting from the Council but he could ensure that his Master would be too busy to even think about it once he returned to their quarters. A lazy smile crossed his lips as he contemplated the best way to make that happen.

Obi-wan moved through the Temple like a man driven. After a brief stop in Master Giusti's office to arrange his exam, he cornered Bant as she came out her last class and pressed her into service. He called in favors from the kitchen staff and procured the other items he needed from Temple stores and the quaint little apocathary two blocks away. He shoed Bant from his quarters as soon as her hands were empty and set about to implement his plan.

An initiate had just delivered the gourmet treats he had finagled when Obi-Wan felt his Master's shields lower. He raced around the rooms setting the final touches for the evening then settled back to wait for Qui-Gon.

The Jedi Master radiated tension as he walked through the corridors to his quarters. He had spent the better part of seven hours giving his mission reports and listening to the rantings of the Council. How a group of highly intelligent, Force strong people could be so anal was beyond him. He reached for the soothing presence of his padawan as he approached their quarters and was somewhat surprised to find him shielding. Well, maybe some of his frustration had leaked out to the younger man while he was studying. No matter, he would be able to lose himself in that bright, shining presence in just a few moments.

When the door to their quarters slid open, Qui-Gon looked in confusion into the mostly dark common area. The room appeared to be empty and was lit only by a few candles scattered around it. When he crossed the threshold, he was engulfed in the scent of jarwiania trees. As he reached the small table holding the first candle, he realized that the scent was coming from the melting wax. His eyebrows rose as he attempted to figure out what was going on. "Obi-Wan?" he called out across the darkened room.

"In here, Master," a very husky voice replied from the direction of their sleeping chamber.

As Qui-Gon approached the room, the door opened slowly to reveal another darkened room, exuding the same very heady smell as the common area. The fluttering feelings he was picking up from his padawan were making this situation more and more intriguing. He felt the strain of his hours with the Council drain away as he passed through the doorway. Obi-Wan stood before him, dressed only in a pair of emerald green silk boxers, drops of water coating his skin and hair. The candlelight cast shadows across his lover's body as he moved forward the few steps to the doorway like a panther stalking his prey.

"Welcome home, my Master," Obi-Wan purred. He molded his bare chest against the clothed one of his lover and twined his arms around that strong neck. Pulling gently, he guided Qui-Gon's face until his lips rested softly against his own. The kiss began gently with lips softly melding together but soon deepened with an urgency born of the strain of the past ten days. Obi-Wan's tongue tasted and explored the welcoming warmth of his lover's mouth, finally teasing the older man's tongue to repeat the motions in his own.

When Obi-Wan broke the contact it was with an audible sigh of regret. Sliding his hands into the dark brown cloth covering his Master's shoulders, he removed the cloak and hung it. He watched as Qui-Gon scanned the room, taking in the various adornments he had placed in it. Obi-Wan strode back to stand before his Master, smiling seductively. His hands moved to the closures of the tan tunic but were stopped short of their goal by larger fingers grasping his wrists.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said softly, as he caught sight of the steam rising from the large tub in the refresher. "Please tell me you didn’t devote your entire free day to planning and setting up an evening to coddle this old man?"

Obi-Wan leaned forward and dropped a kiss on the bearded chin. "No, I spent my day arranging a relaxing and erotic evening for my bondmate on our first full day back in Temple." Grey-green eyes shone with mischief even as a slight pout appeared on the younger man's lips. "Unless you're not interested in spending a romantic evening with me."

Qui-Gon laughed as he dropped a kiss onto the center of each palm he held before him. "I could turn down an evening with you no more than I could stopped breathing, my love. But you didn't have to go to all this trouble…"

Obi-Wan pressed his fingertips to Qui-Gon's lips before he could finish his sentence. "You kept me from having to withstand hours of grilling by the Council. At least allow me to spoil you a little in return."

The love shining in those changeable eyes melted his resistance. "As you wish, Padawan," Qui-Gon replied as he dropped his hands back to his sides.

Obi-Wan's freed hands went back to their original task in an instant. Tunics were opened and removed in between kisses and caresses dropped randomly on various parts of that exposed chest. After coaxing soft moans from his lover by laving and sucking at taunt nipples, he pushed Qui-Gon into a chair and started to remove his boots. One hand focused on unclasping the buckles while the other ran ghosting fingertips along the opposite thigh. Obi-Wan relished the tremors that ran through the large body at his touches and suppressed a grin as he pushed apart knees to slide closer. He leaned forward and nipped gently along the flesh of inner thighs through the fabric of those soft tan leggings as he pulled off the first boot.

Qui-Gon attempted to remain still under his padawan's attentions but lost that battle when a soft cheek brushed against his fabric clad erection. Grasping the red-gold braid firmly at its root, he pulled Obi-Wan's head up until their gazes locked. "Padawan, the pace you're setting to disrobe me is beginning to border on torture," he said wryly. "Keep in mind that once you have finished, I will use all of my vast experience to pay you back in kind."

Looking into those darkened blue orbs, the memory of another night caused a shudder to run up Obi-Wan's spine. That night had also begun with teasing touches but when the tables were turned, Qui-Gon had kept him on the edge of release for hours. After two weeks of abstinence during their miserable mission, he was barely containing his own passions as he attended to his lover. "I will endeavor to move more quickly, my Master," he said with a smirk. He tossed aside the remaining boot and pulled the older man to his feet. His hands drew tan leggings over sleek hips and the object of his attention stood naked before him. Grasping a thick wrist, he pulled the other man behind him. "This way, my love," he whispered as he led them into the refresher.

Qui-Gon stepped into the steaming tub and settled into the fragrant water with a groan. The heat of the water surrounding him flowed into muscles taunt with prolonged stress. He closed his eyes and allowed the gentle movement of the water to begin soothing his tense body. Familiar hands kneaded his tight shoulders and he leaned his head back against the chest he knew was directly behind him. He felt a flutter against his cheek and opened his eyes to see the thin braid hovering in front of his face. He lifted his hand to reach for it but the warmth of the water had made him languid and his apprentice was quicker.

Tossing the offending braid over his back, Obi-Wan met the hooded gaze. "Sit back, relax and allow me to take care of you." He slid his hands from those broad shoulders into the heavy fall of chestnut hair that covered them. One hand moved to undo the leather tie that secured part of the silken mass while the other massaged the thick neck. Once the hair flowed free, both hands moved into it and massaged along the tight scalp. A soft moan reached his ears as his Master's body slid further into the large tub. He placed a rolled towel against the lip of the tub to support Qui-Gon's neck then grasped the pitcher he had placed next to it. He poured water over the silver frosted strands until the mass dripped steadily onto his thighs. A palmful of aromatic cleanser was spread through the brown fall, worked into each strand by palms and fingertips.

Obi-Wan always found touching the heavy mane simultaneously soothing and erotic and knew that his ministrations could keep Qui-Gon immobile for hours. As he scrubbed the long strands between his palms, the stress lines that had seemed permanently etched in the older man's brow during the last two weeks finally disappeared. He used his forearm to wipe off the suds that rested there and bent down to place a gentle kiss between those sturdy brows. When unfocussed blue eyes peered out from slitted lids, he realized that if he continued his lover would be asleep in a matter of minutes. Grabbing the pitcher, he poured clear water through the soapy stands until the chestnut mass gleamed.

Qui-Gon released a slow sigh as the clear water sluiced through his hair. Although he realized it would be rather selfish, he could have lain here for the entire night while Obi-Wan carded his fingers through his hair. He moved into a more upright position and reached to push himself from the tub. Hands rubbing a lathered cloth over his chest arrested his movement.

"Please sit back - I'm not finished," Obi-Wan said, attempting to make his voice sound stern.

"Yes, Master," Qui-Gon said dryly. He worked to keep his expression blank but knew Obi-Wan could sense his amusement.

"Qui-Gon, as long as you remember that I am in control of this evening, all will be well," Obi-Wan replied, darkened green eyes shining with mischief. Pouring more cleanser onto the cloth, he began to wash the older man's body. He moved methodically, starting with Qui-Gon's right arm. He ran the cloth over the curve of his shoulder, moving slowly down the outside of the muscular arm. When he reached the bend of wrist, he massaged the joint and tendons before moving onto the hand.

Qui-Gon's hands had always held a strong fascination for him but that fascination had grown to almost obsession once they had become lovers. Those hands held so many different memories and meanings for him. There was the comforting weight of them when they rested reassuringly on his shoulders. Those hands were continually molding and shaping him, whether by moving his limbs into correct posture during katas or calming him during the throes of passion. Either helping to steady his own while he centered the crystals into the hilt of his first lightsaber or stroking his hardened shaft to the fulfillment of climax. Long blunt fingers that braided the long thin section of hair that was his outward commitment to the man or stroked into his body to prepare him for possession. While gently cleansing it, Obi-Wan studied the familiar hand he held in both of his own as if he was seeing it for the first time. He massaged the broad palm before moving to do the same to each long finger. After submerging it into the water to rise away the suds, he dropped a kiss to the center of the palm before sucking a finger into his mouth.

Obi-Wan's gentle cleaning and massaging had lulled him into such a relaxed state that Qui-Gon was totally surprised by the flash of arousal that shot into his groin as his finger was sucked into the warmth of his lover's mouth. A low groan erupted from his throat as he looked up to see sparkling, now grey eyes, gazing at him. "Padawan," he growled.

"Master," the younger man returned innocently. Although belied by his tone, Obi-Wan knew just how far he could push his lover and so he released the digit and again moved the cloth up the inside of his arm. He stroked over the broad chest, carefully avoiding any touches to the sensitive dark nubs. He moved to the left arm, repeating his attentions but refraining from the temptation of sucking another finger. Legs were lifted from the water so that ankles rested on the lip of the tub. Starting with the right leg, he moved in a pattern similar to the upper body. Muscular thighs, calves, ankles, feet and toes were soaped and massaged until the large body was almost boneless.

Only when ever other part of that beloved body had been soothed did Obi-Wan allow himself to think about the parts he wanted to touch most. Banking back the arousal that touching that warm flesh had caused, he tossed aside the cloth and poured a small circle of cleanser into one palm. He rubbed his palms together to spread it then place them over the puckered circles on Qui-Gon's chest. He moved them in a circular motion, gently at first and then with substantially more pressure. The broad chest arched upward as those rosy nubs hardened beautifully under his touch.

The spike of arousal that came across the bond told him his time was short. Obi-Wan slid his hands through the sparse chest hairs until they rested in the coarser curls that surrounded his lover's penis. With a gentle Force push, he nudged his lover's lower body upward until only the round curve of his buttocks remained submerged. After creating a Force cushion to keep him there, he quickly acquired more cleanser then focused his attention on the soft sac lying below the erect penis. Gently rolling the heavy testicles between his fingers, he lathered the soft skin that held them. Tension flowed back into the muscular thighs he leaned against as he slid one finger along the sensitive perineum. He pushed that soapy finger through the ring of muscle that surrounded the entrance to his lover's body as his other hand enclosed the man's hardened shaft. Crooking his finger, Obi-Wan gently stroked the rounded gland that he knew would bring instant pleasure to his Master.

Qui-Gon groaned as the dual sensation of Obi-Wan's touches began to overwhelm him. It took all his effort to keep from exploding his release over his lover's clenched fist. He pulled away from those questing hands, dropped his legs back into the water and rose from the tub. Deciding he had left his padawan in control of the situation long enough, he strode from the tub and backed that lithe body against the wall. He licked his lips as his passion darkened eyes raked over the muscular form. His eyes settled on the straining green silk hiding his lover's erection and he growled. "If you want to be able to wear those again, they had better be off your body by the count of three." While he waited, he grabbed a towel and dried the majority of the water from his skin and hair.

Obi-Wan hands moved to his waist without even bothering to reply. He knew that look. Teasing his Master was like provoking a Fornaxian tiger. Sooner or later, patience evaporated and they pounced. The silk dropped to the floor as his eyes followed a drop of water flowing over that muscled chest. Knowing his time was about over, he gave into temptation and leaned forward to suckle off the drop just as it reached an erect nipple. He tightened his teeth around the taunt nub as he felt himself being lifted from his feet. Unwilling to give up his treasure, his arms reached around the broad back to hold tightly against his Master's frame as he moved. Air swooshed from his lungs as he was dropped unceremoniously onto the large bed and blanketed by the heavy body. "Is there a problem, my Master?" he gasped as he worked to maintain an air of innocence.

"No problem, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon growled. "Just a bit of a shift in control." Suiting actions to words, he slid down until his lips were aligned with the pulse point on his lover's neck. He melded his lips to that tiny spot of skin, first kissing softly then sucking harder until he had drawn a substantial ring of blood to rest below the skin's surface. Moved by Obi-Wan's writhing and moaning, he kissed his way to the other side of his neck before grasping firmly and creating a matching mark.

His shift downward had settled Qui-Gon securely between Obi-Wan's parted thighs and with just the barest of movements, he pressed the leaking tip of his penis against the bottom of the younger man's sac. He lifted his neck slightly at the predictable upward surge and dove into the warmth of Obi-Wan's parted lips. He explored it almost ruthlessly, tracing teeth, lips and gums thoroughly before closing over the thrusting tongue and sucking insistently.

After almost two weeks of unwilling celibacy, the wet pressure on his scrotum and tongue were more than Obi-Wan could handle and he pulsed his release into his lover's chest with a silent scream. As the brilliance of his orgasm faded into the grayness of semi-consciousness, he realized the lock on his lips had been broken and the weight on his body had lightened. When he was finally able to raise his eyelids, the sight before him quickened his pulse. Qui-Gon was leaning on one elbow, tracing his index finger through the creamy pool that coated his chest. After a moment, he brought the covered fingertip to his lips and lapped at the white fluid. He repeated the motion twice more before shifting to meet Obi-Wan's gaze.

Laughter shone in those darkened eyes and a slight smirk quirked on those hair shrouded lips. Obi-Wan couldn't decide whether he should be aroused or offended. Settling on a tad more of the latter, his lips molded into a pout as he asked. "Something you find amusing, Master?"

"Not amusing, my love, but more endearing," Qui-Gon replied as his smile broadened. The deepening pout made him explain further. "You'd think after all this time you would have given up on these little battles for control. I didn't reach the rank of Master without developing methods of control in any situation."

"I am more than satisfied with my efforts this evening," Obi-Wan replied with a smirk of his own. The raised eyebrow made him continue. "During the past hour, have you even once thought about the seven hours you spent before the Council today or that harrowing mission?" The hearty laugh that greeted his words was music to the younger man's ears.

"You are a treasure, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as his laughter faded. "One who grows to mean more to me as each day passes," he added in a whisper. He stroked his fingertips over his lover's cheek before pressing a soft kiss to those swollen lips. He allowed all his emotions to flow across the bond as he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, the blue eyes twinkled with love and lust. "Well now that I have taken the edge off for you, I will have to provide a proper display of a Master's command of the Force, my beloved Padawan."

Obi-Wan shuddered at the thought, memories of other times when Qui-Gon had proved his Mastery flooding his brain. Some of those times may have bordered on torturous but he wouldn't have given them up for anything. 'Anything worth having is worth waiting for', he thought as he put on his most attentive expression. "It's is an apprentice's duty to learn everything he can from his Master."

Qui-Gon spent the next hour proving to Obi-Wan how well deserved his title was. He kissed, nipped and tasted every inch of that beloved body until the younger man was writhing and sobbing. He duplicated the path his apprentice had used during his time in the tub but that was where the similarity ended. Each touch was meant not to relax but to draw every bit of sensation from Obi-Wan's flesh. Fingers, toes, arms, thighs, calves, back and buttocks were massaged and caressed until each kiss to the over sensitized skin had his lover begging, both for him to continue and to stop.

Dusky nipples were laved and suckled as Qui-Gon savored the taste of Obi-Wan's skin. The faint taste of soap that had resided there hours earlier was replaced by a combination of musk, sweat and sex that overwhelmed his senses. He moved deliberately down his lover's body stopping to lap at the indentation of his navel before nuzzling his nose into the wiry reddish hair that surrounded his phallus. He covered the silky flesh with his lips and ran his tongue over the taut column.

His own control was almost shattered as the need to bury himself into the tight sheath of his Obi-Wan's body consumed Qui-Gon. With a last lap at the swollen red tip, he moved quickly to kneel between his lover's thighs. The need on those darkened green eyes met his own and he reached for the bottle that his practical partner had left on the bedside table. He caught a glimpse of the neglected tray of treats that sat there. 'Well, there's always breakfast,' he thought before refocusing his attention on the task at hand. Coating his fingers with the oil, he slid one over the tender perineum before pressing it gently past the ring of muscle guarding Obi-Wan's anus.

"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan shouted as that digit penetrated his body. "Now…need you…now…please." The words came out as broken sobs punctuated by his raspy breathing.

As much as he wanted to comply, Qui-Gon would not risk hurting his lover. Even after extensive preparations, Obi-Wan's body struggled to accept his girth. His only acquiescence to both their frantic needs was to add a tendril of the Force to aid as he coated and stretched. Only when he was finally able to stroke three fingers easily into the passage did he deem Obi-Wan prepared. Removing his fingers, he shifted forward and arranged his partner's calves on his shoulders. Placing one hand on each hip, he pushed forward slowly until his hips rested flush against Obi-Wan's thighs.

"Yes," Obi-Wan hissed as he was filled. When Qui-Gon stayed motionless, he growled. "Move."

Qui-Gon was more than happy to comply with the request and began slow thrusts into Obi-Wan's body. After a few moments, the younger man was pushing back aggressively and he increased his pace. The feeling of being sheathed into the hot, tight passage of his lover's body was ecstasy. He opened his mind more fully to his beloved and the sensations flowed freely across the bond between them. Feeling both his own pleasure and his lover's, he was totally lost as to where his feelings ended and his partner's began. The past two hours of foreplay had pushed them both to the edge of their endurance so he gave into the demand and began thrusting harder and deeper into the welcoming body. The fire of his orgasm enveloped him and he cried out Obi-Wan's name. He felt his lover's release pulse between them as he filled the younger man with his essence.

Qui-Gon caught himself on his forearms as he collapsed to keep his substantial weight off the smaller body. He lowered Obi-Wan's legs down onto the bed then allowed himself to slip from his warmth. Rolling onto his side, he pulled his lover against him and nestled the red-gold head against his chest. Dropping a kiss to that spiky hair, he said softly. "Any time you want to use this method to relax me, I would be more than willing."

"Sure, Master," Obi-wan mumbled. "Just give me a few days to recover from tonight." He kissed the muscled chest beneath him and added. "Need to sleep now. I love you, Qui-Gon."

Qui-Gon looked down at his padawan affectionately. Dealing with the Council was probably the most difficult duty in his dedication to the Force. But as long as he had this wonderful young man at his side, he could deal with anything the Force or the Council set before him. Enclosing the supple body more securely within his arms, he whispered. "And I you, my Obi-Wan."

The End.