By MrsHamill (firstname.lastname@example.org)
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Archive: Yes to Master and Apprentice and
StarWarsChicks, all others please ask.
Category: Non Q/O, Romance,
Rating: NC-17, as usual!
Warnings: Adult content and
Summary: Good friends will just do
ANYTHING for each other.
Feedback: If you want, this was done as an act
of love though so I only expect it from one person!
crap applies… George owns 'em, I use 'em, they don't complain – much,
and unfortunately nobody pays me either.
Notes: This story won't make
much sense unless you've read mine and Master Yo-Gurt's other
HMO" or the "Three Roads" series, but it is a stand alone and you don't
HAVE to read
either of the other two. And, as usual, not enough thanks are
applicable to the beta goddesses Silky
and Crysta. Lastly, Happy Birfday,
partner. I wish I could give 'em to you for real.
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There was a lot of giggling going on behind the door to apartment 29 of
the Jedi Temple. Female
giggling. Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the three residents
of the apartment, hesitated before palming
open the door, hearing that
laughter. He knew one of the gigglers would be his roommate, Lia, but
sure who the other was. He shrugged; oh well, might as well face the music, he
Lia sat on the sofa which faced the front door, next to a
familiar blonde woman, and both were
gasping with laughter, clutching their
sides. When the door slid open and they saw Obi-Wan there,
increased, if that was possible. Lia collapsed on the sofa, howling softly,
thigh of her friend who managed to get out a choked "'lo,
Obi-Wan" before joining her compatriot in
stood there for a moment, arms akimbo, staring at the women with a
amused expression on his face. Eventually, the two managed to
regain a semblance of control, but the
tears rolling down Lia's face and the
spastic expression on her friend's face informed him they were
close to incoherence for his peace of mind. "I am not even going to ask," he
looking between the two of them. "Hello, Kath.
Congratulations and luck on your trials."
The blonde woman next to Lia
blew out a gasp, then grinned. "Thanks, Obi-Wan. Assuming I get
by this time next week I'll be a Knight! Can you imagine?"
back. "Actually, I can. You'll make a fine Knight, Kath. No matter what Lia
"HEY!" Lia exclaimed, laughing and throwing a pillow at him, which
he easily ducked.
Kath laughed. "Won't work, Obi-Wan. My best friend
only tells me the truth and never sucks up!"
"Right!" Lia agreed,
whapping her friend on the back of the head. "Which is why I told you to kiss
to Master Yoda so your trials will be easier!"
Obi-Wan's eyes got
big. "You told her to kiss up to Yoda? No wonder she got her trials
so soon! Lia, why didn't you tell ME?"
"Cause you're a
totally hopeless case anyway, Obi, that's why! Doesn't matter what you do,
screwed! Isn't it your turn to cook dinner? Or would you prefer the
Kath was doubled over in laughter again at this
exchange, so missed it when Obi-Wan threw the
pillow back at Lia. By the time
Kath settled down, he was leaning over the back of the sofa, giving
roommate a kiss. She watched fondly as the two of them caressed each other's
mouths for a
moment, then Obi-Wan gently broke the kiss and turned to Kath,
also kissing her but not as
passionately. "All kidding aside, Kath, I know
you'll do fine."
She smiled at her one-time lover. "Thanks, Obi. I
appreciate your confidence, I really do."
Lia reached out to touch Kath.
"Do you want to stay for dinner? Assuming this big lug will actually
"Ah, a challenge! We'll see just how well this "big
lug" can cook now, you betcha!" Obi-Wan cried
as he bounded into the
Between laughter, Kath called out to him, "Oh, Obi, don't for
me… I can't stay anyway. I'm meeting
my Master for dinner."
voice floated out from the kitchen, amid much banging of pots and pans. "Too bad
is, yes!" he said in a very bad imitation of Master Yoda. "Miss you will
a culinary masterpiece, yes!"
Lia rolled her eyes at her friend. "Oh boy,
now I've done it. Who knows WHAT's going to come
out of that kitchen
The brisk banging continued while the two women chatted, more
normally now. Shortly, the front
door slid open again to reveal the tall
visage of Lia's other roommate, Master Qui-Gon Jinn. He
smiled at the two
women on the sofa while hanging up his Jedi robe on the coat rack near the
then came to kiss Lia hello. "Obi's making dinner – be afraid," she
laughed. "You remember Kath,
"Of course I do," he said,
taking one of the chairs facing the sofa. "I understand congratulations are
order, Padawan. You take your trials next week?"
Kath had fallen
silent as soon as Qui-Gon came into the room, and Lia looked at her friend
By the look of pure adoration on her face, Lia figured her
unrequited lust and love for the tall Jedi
master was still going strong, and
Lia had to clamp down on her shields to avoid having any of her
stray. Qui-Gon felt her shields come up, and gave her a quick glance, but an
imperceptible shake of her head warned him not to say
"Yes, Master," Kath was saying, softly, her face a bit red but
mastering her emotions beautifully. She
really will make a wonderful knight,
Lia thought. "With some luck and the Force behind me, I should
be a Knight
before… before the end of next week."
She was going to say something
else, Lia thought, then realized what it was. Her birthday! Her
next week, the day after her trials. "Now what could I give her for her
wondered Lia to herself, as a sneaky, underhanded, and thoroughly
wicked idea began to worm it's
way into her brain.
A particularly loud
crash from the kitchen made all three start and turn. "S'okay! I'm all right!"
Obi-Wan. "Kath, you sure you can't stay for dinner?"
women rolled their eyes and laughed. Qui-Gon joined in, then said, "perhaps it's
should join you, Padawan! I'm not sure I want to face what will be
coming out of that kitchen!"
At his light-hearted suggestion, Kath
started and dropped her eyes. Lia, noticing the reaction, smiled
self-satisfied smile to herself and began planning how to go about giving her
best friend the night of
her life, even as she bid that friend
Later that evening, after a dinner that was
surprisingly edible, the three roommates lounged with
drinks and datapads.
Lia was back on the sofa, Obi-Wan stretched out with his head in her
engrossed in a report. Qui-Gon sat in the same chair he had used
earlier, moved so that he could
reach Lia on the sofa and his feet could
reach the coffee table, and went over some notes for a class.
Lia had been
studying an astrophysics text, but found she couldn't concentrate. She finally
the datapad to find her lover's eyes on hers, amused.
heart, you have been distracted since your friend left. Is there something you
want to discuss?"
Qui-Gon asked, smiling and taking her hand.
smiled back at the tall, distinguished man sitting next to her, just drinking in
the sight of him for a
moment before speaking. "Actually, love," she finally
said, hesitantly, "there is, but it's rather
"Oh goody, can
I eavesdrop?" asked Obi-Wan, his eyes never leaving his datapad.
whapped the top of his head. "Hush up, braid boy. It's about Kath…"
Obi-Wan interrupted again, impudently aware of how much it annoyed his lover. "I
and her unrequited lust for our Master?" he asked, absently rubbing
the top of his head where she
had smacked him.
Lia sighed. "Obi, you
can be so incredibly tactless at times, did you know that?"
upside-down at her from his nest in her lap. "Of course. But I've always said
the best policy."
Qui-Gon had been following the exchange
with a puzzled smile on his face. "I don't think I follow the
What is this about your friend, Kath, Lia?"
Lia sighed again. "Qui, she's
been in love with you for years." The Master's eyes widened.
course, since she's been a Padawan and you're a Master, and not even her
And now she's going to become a Knight, and the three of us have
bonded. She's feeling very much
at a loss right now."
"Force, I didn't
have a clue," Qui-Gon said finally, a slightly stunned look on his face. "Are
Lia? Do you know why?"
"You do tend to have that effect on
many people, my Master," Obi-Wan piped up. "I know of at
least a dozen… OW!
Lia, not so hard!"
"Oh, you love it," she growled in reply. "Qui-Gon,
what did you expect? She's been shielding it from
you for years. I knew, but
only because I guessed and plus she's my best friend." Lia paused and
her head softly. "I think she always held out some hope for when she became a
now that time is here, and…"
"…and the three of us have
bonded," he finished for her. "Goodness. I don't know what to say!"
put her hand over Obi-Wan's mouth as it opened again, sending him the brusque
command "put a sock in it, braid boy!" He subsided, glaring at her in
mock outrage, then licked the
palm of her hand wickedly. She just gave him an
exasperated, loving look before turning back to
was sitting lost in thought, his face reflecting his surprise. "But," Lia
thought to herself,
"at least he's not repelled by the idea. That's
promising." Aloud, she said "to make matters
worse, her birthday is the day
after her trials. I've been struggling with what would make an
birthday present, given that she'll probably become a Knight the day before…"
her voice trail off and pointedly avoided looking down at Obi-Wan,
who was almost vibrating with
suppressed mirth as he picked up on where she
was taking the idea.
Qui-Gon wasn't far behind his Padawan. "Lia, you
can't be suggesting what I think you're
suggesting…" he started, frowning at
"Better think fast," she thought. "And why not, Qui-Gon? Don't you
find her attractive? You
wouldn't want to spend an evening with a wonderful
woman like she is?" She kept her voice light and
that she would have to tread carefully if her plan was to work.
she kept his hand in hers.
He was still frowning at her,
but not forbiddingly so. "An evening, Lia? Is that all you're
Because I sense you are referring to more. And I wouldn't want to
hurt the young lady in question, at
She smiled and brought his
hand to her lips for a kiss. "Master Jinn, you are the consummate
Yes, perhaps more, but only if YOU feel you should. You and her. Simply spending
evening out with her, dining and perhaps dancing, would absolutely make
her life. And I'll pay for all
of it, as my present to her."
chuckled, returning the kiss to her hand. "Oh no, you won't, but I'll let you
pay for half."
Lia let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding as he
spoke, then smiled beatifically at him.
"Oh, my darling Master, I'm so
glad to hear you say that. Then you'll go along with my plan?"
Mistress-mine, I'll go along with it, to a point. I'll be happy to wine, dine
and dance with Kath,
in celebration of her birthday and her trials, but as
for the rest…"
"That's all I could hope for, Qui-Gon. You are such a
wonderful person for doing this! Thank you,
so much," and here Lia was
interrupted by a soft hand on her cheek – Obi-Wan, who was reaching
touch her, his eyes filled with love and not a little awe.
"I think the
wonderful person here is not Master Jinn, no matter how much he deserves that
Obi-Wan said, glancing at his Master for confirmation. "Only a true
friend would do something like
this for another. Wouldn't you say so,
Qui-Gon nodded and smiled. "Yes, Padawan, I think that's very
perceptive of you. Regardless what
happens, I think Kath is very lucky to
have a friend like Master Pilot Lia Jae-Mil."
Lia ducked her head, a
light blush on her cheeks. "It's only what she deserves. She's a great
"You BOTH are," said Obi-Wan, tweaking her nose gently. "And I
think it's far past time we
showed you some gratitude for your generous
nature, right, Master?"
Qui-Gon's grin was positively wicked by this
time, as he said "absolutely, Padawan, absolutely!"
were over, and Kath fingered the spot on her head where her Padawan braid used
to be. It
felt weird. SHE felt weird. Just like that, she was a Knight,
Master Tovra was beaming with pride
(and Kath noticed the tears in her eyes,
but couldn't say a thing since they were mirrored in her
own), and the other
Council members congratulating her. Actually, if she had to sum up her feelings
one word, it would be numb.
She hadn't slept well the night before
her trials, and afterwards all she wanted to do was sleep, so it
almost noon ("My birthday!" she thought) that she managed to drag herself out of
and get some caff into her system. A long, cream colored envelope had
been stuck under her door
sometime in the night or morning. "Probably another
congratulations card," she thought.
Everyone, it seemed, had forgotten in the
heat of her trials that her birthday was that day too.
The envelope was
heavy and engraved, letters she couldn't quite make out on the flap. Gently
broke the seal and opened it, pulling out an equally heavy, deeply
The Pleasure of your Company is Requested at half past
Sixth hour Tonight for Dinner. Dress
That was all it said.
No response name or number, just the lovely, calligraphic script embossed on
card stock. She stared at it stupidly for a moment, trying to figure out
what it meant. It had to be a
joke. Or perhaps her Master, ("former Master"
she thought, with a slight pang), wanting to take her
out to celebrate her
Knighthood and birthday. But Master Tovra would never be devious about such
She reached Lia at her workshop, the noises of machinery in the
background overpowering her
voice. "WHAT? Wait a minute…NO NO, Apprentice,
that's COUNTER-clockwise! Now try it
Shortly the noise faded
as Lia got under a hush hood. "There, that's better, Hi Kath! What's up…
and happy birthday!"
"Uh, thanks! I thought everyone had forgotten in the
aftermath of my trials," Kath said, pleased her
"You think I'd forget that? For one month of the year, you're
older than me!" Lia and Kath both
laughed at that, their ages were very close
and the subject of much discussion over the years.
"Speaking of which, can
you come over for dinner tonight, or has your Master already spoken
"Um, that's just it, Lia," Kath said, the puzzlement in her
voice clear. "I've got this weird invitation to
dinner tonight, and I don't
know who from. It's not from you, is it?"
Lia held up her hands. "No, not
me! I meant to ask you to dinner sooner, but life intruded. What
Kath held the puzzling card up before the camera pickup, and Lia
scanned it quickly, frowning.
"That's it? There wasn't anything
"No, not a thing. I don't know what to do. Do you think it could
be from Master Tovra?"
Lia chewed on her lip for a minute, frowning. "I
dunno, Kath, you know your Master better than I.
Would she do something like
The other woman stared at her friend for a moment, thinking. "You
know, I'm not sure. Normally I
would have said no, but actually, this is not
a normal situation is it?"
Lia grinned brilliantly at her friend. "No, I
would say not, KNIGHT Kath!" They laughed at the
reference, then Lia's face
sobered. "So, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know, Lia!" Kath said,
distressed. "I mean, even if I go, what could I possibly wear?"
Lia said slowly, "you ARE a Jedi Knight now, so I wouldn't worry about being
Kath laughed at that and agreed. "And as for wear… what about
that midnight blue dress you bought
two years ago?"
widened. "Lia! I can't wear THAT! It's almost indecent!"
laughed. "Since when did you let that bother you?" Abruptly Lia swiveled out
the hush hood, and the almost overpowering noise of the workroom
intruded. "Apprentice! Stop
that! Sorry Kath, I've got to go! I'll ring you
later, all right?" Not waiting for an answer, Lia cut
For the next several hours, as she bathed, dressed
and did her normal chores around her small
apartment, Kath studied the card
she'd set up on her table. Throughout the day, friends and relatives
to wish her congratulations, most of them forgetting it was also her birthday,
and each one she
asked about the mysterious invitation but all professed
innocence. Finally, at fifth hour, Lia called
"What a day!" she
sighed, shaking her curls. "Sorry I didn't get back to you earlier. So, what's
"Well," Kath started slowly, again fingering the card,
"I guess I'll get ready. You think the blue dress
is not too
"Absolutely not. It fits you like a glove and you look like a
million credits in it," Lia said, laughing.
"More like a Huttese whore,"
Kath muttered, but Lia brushed that off.
"Oh for crying out loud, you do
not. Do you want me to come over and help you get ready? I'd
LOVE to find out
who your mysterious escort will be!"
Kath rolled her eyes at her friend.
"Not on your life!" Then she sighed. "All right, the blue dress it is. I
wish I knew who it was."
"Well, you'd better call me tomorrow FIRST THING
to let me know what happened, clear?" Lia's
voice was just oozing poorly
disguised curiosity, so much so that her friend had to smile.
Should I call you as soon as I get home?" Kath teased.
Lia decided two
could play at that. "Only if you don't get lucky!" she said, with a wicked
cut the connection.
So it was that by a little
after sixth hour, Kath had showered, put on a little of the makeup she
used, and was standing by her bed staring at the infamous blue dress.
Sighing, she shrugged and
gently pulled it on. Gently, because it always felt
to her like it was made of spiderwebs.
She had bought the dress on
impulse two years ago, after seeing it on a mannequin and falling in
with the way it looked. It was backless, really backless, showing
everything down to the lumbar
dimple. There were thin straps that went around
her neck, and a gauzy, clingy bodice, sewn with soft
sparkles which almost
revealed more than it hid. The skirt was full, almost floor length, lower in
than in front, falling in layers of the filmy material it was made of.
Unfortunately, the only shoes she
had that matched it were three inch heels,
which made her even taller than she already was, but there
was no help for
Looking at herself in her mirror, her eyes got big. Too late she
remembered the real reason she never
wore the dress she loved – on the
mannequin it had looked beautiful, on a real, breathing woman
breasts it looked incredible. "It actually makes me look nakeder than if I had
on," she thought, her mind giving her second thoughts over the
But there was no time. Her door chime sounded, and she
realized it was half past already. Taking a
deep breath to quell the
butterflies in her stomach, she straightened her shoulders, straining
and went to open the door to meet her fate.
The door slid open
and she almost passed out. Before her, smiling gently and clutching a small
bouquet of a lovely blue cluster flower, stood the object of her most
private fantasies, Master
"Good evening, Knight," he
said, in that deep, velvety voice, bowing slightly. "I was told that
you said anything, you are to read this." And with that, he handed her
another card, folded shut. With
trembling fingers she took it and read
Now don't faint on me, it said, and don't be mad either. This is
a combination birthday and
Trials present, from me, Obi, your Master, and, oh
yes, Qui too. You are hereby
COMMANDED to have a good time tonight, and if
you don't, I'll know the reason why!
She swallowed. "I
don't believe this," she whispered, looking back up to the tall man before
With her heels on, she still only came up to his chin. To her surprise,
she realized he was not wearing
his customary Jedi robes and instead was
fashionably dressed in a dark turquoise suit, white shirt and
deep blue tie –
that perfectly matched her dress. He quite took her breath away.
are also for you, and may I say you look… exquisite… tonight," Qui-Gon said,
the wristlet. Numbly, she took it and slipped it over her
"Thank you, Master Jinn," she stammered, trying not to look at
him. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand
under her chin, gently forcing her face
"You are a Knight now, Kath," he said quietly. "My name is Qui-Gon,
and I would be pleased if you
would call me by it."
she answered, blinking. Oh, how long she had waited to call him that!
sorry for this, it was hardly my idea and I hope…"
"Nonsense. It isn't every day that an old man like myself gets to be seen in
such a…ravishing creature as yourself. The pleasure is all mine,
I assure you. Lia can be devious, but
generally in the end she gets what she
wants, and now she wants us to have a good time. Shall we
He offered his arm to Kath, who tentatively took it
then found herself holding on for all she was
worth. Very well then, she
thought, Lia had set this up so by the Force she WOULD have a good
And to her profound shock, she did. Qui-Gon had made reservations at the
most fashionable and
expensive nightclub in the Temple District of Coruscant.
A bottle of Champagne was waiting at their
table, and the music was live.
Both before and after dinner, he danced with her, whirling her
around, their natural Jedi grace the envy of other couples on the
floor. Their table was small and
dark, and the noise level forced them to
lean close to talk… which they did. Kath found herself
opening up to the man
she had fantasized about for years, telling him her hopes and fears at
a Jedi, her life in the Temple, and her youth with another rakish
female – Lia.
For his part, Qui-Gon spoke of his journeys. He sincerely
reassured her that he felt she would make
a wonderful Knight, and to trust in
her instincts and in the Force. He talked about her Master, a
woman he had
known and respected for years. And he talked about the unexpected bond that
formed between him, his Padawan and the Pilot.
They didn't really
notice when the noise level began to decrease, mainly due to the late hour,
deeply involved in each other they were. Kath ran her finger around the
edge of her champagne flute,
listening to his description of his triple
relationship, the fondness in his voice unmistakable. She smiled.
know," she said quietly, "Obi-Wan and I were together, very briefly. He and I
friends ever since. It's a rare man that can become such a good
friend to a former lover."
"Obi-Wan is a rare man," Qui-Gon agreed,
smiling. "In many ways, you remind me of him. You have
that same fire, the
sheer zest for life."
Kath found herself blushing again. "Thank you, but
I wish you wouldn't do that!" she said, not
looking at him.
he asked innocently.
"Make me blush like that. I haven't had anyone who
could do that to me in far too long."
"I like seeing you blush," he
grinned, "brings color to your face. Sets off your eyes, which are…
beautiful, you know," he finished slowly, taking her hand.
"very beautiful" eyes met his and she reflected how much she'd love to be able
to drown in them.
She swallowed. "Qui-Gon, I want to thank you for tonight…
it has been more than I ever could have
wished," she almost
He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed them gently.
"I've enjoyed myself very much, Kath. You
are an extraordinary
They sat and stared at each other for a moment, all the things
she wanted to say hovering in her eyes,
met with all the gentleness and love
in his. Suddenly the music stopped and the band leader stepped
up to the
"Gentlebeings, it's that time again, time for the last dance. Young
lovers and others please come out
to the dance floor to say goodbye. You've
been a tremendous audience and we thank you."
Qui-Gon smiled over her
hand and said, "well, we don't actually qualify as young lovers, but I
we can still have the last dance. Will you join me,
"Yes," she said, putting her whole heart into that word. They
stood and moved to the dance floor as
a slow, romantic ballad was begun by
the band behind them. Kath melted into his arms, and his hand
on her back
felt like warm velvet as they swayed around the floor, oblivious to all others
in the room.
All too soon the song ended, and they looked at each other as
the lights slowly came up and
scattered applause broke out around them.
Gently Qui-Gon cupped one hand to her cheek and brushed her lips with
his, tantalizingly. Her eyes
partially closed and her breath caught, but he
did no more.
"We'd best go," he said, his voice low and rough. "It's very
Her mouth dry, she had to fight to get words out. "Yes. We had
She didn't know how they got back to the Temple, but by the time
her door appeared before her,
she was more under control. Facing him, she
made herself look him in the eyes. Her own were
shining. "I—I was wondering
if you would like to come in with me for a moment, Qui-Gon… I have
I'd like to share as a thank you. I know it's late…"
His mouth quirked up
in a smile. "Of course, for a few moments," he said, and followed her in.
quickly moved to a special cabinet and withdrew an old, dusty
"My uncle," she said, "the one who sponsored me to the Temple,
bought this Correllian Brandy for
me when I turned 18. I've never had an
occasion to open it, and I might never have one again.
Would you join me in a
drink, to thank you for such a wonderful evening?"
He took the dusty
bottle from her and studied it for a moment. "Kath, this is very old. I can
read the date but it might be over a hundred years. If it's still
good, it's worth a small fortune. Are
you sure you want to waste it on
She smiled brilliantly at him and Qui-Gon suddenly felt his heart go
"thump". "I can think of no one
else in the universe I'd rather share it
with," she said, sincerely, fetching two tumblers. "I'm afraid I
at all of this particular drink, so I don't have a clue as to it's worth. But if
it's as good
as you say, then you are worth it, Master Jinn."
smiled at her and ran one finger down her cheek, which she leaned into. Then he
the seal and removed the cork. The bottle opened with a soft
'pop' and instantly a fragrant scent
filled the room. Qui-Gon sniffed the
cork and inspected it carefully. "It's still good," he said. "It's
carefully preserved. The cork will close it up again well, but you ought to seal
it shut later
to keep it good."
"I will," she said, watching with
large eyes as he poured a couple of fingers of the amber liquid in
tumbler then gently replaced the cork. She handed him one glass and kept
the other, touching hers to
his before taking a sip.
The liquor was
fire on her tongue and throat, and she coughed slightly in surprise. But as soon
as it hit
her stomach it sent warm tendrils out that made her eyes tear.
"It's very good," she said, after
thinking about it for a
Qui-Gon chuckled. "It's a bit powerful if you're not ready for
it," he said, sipping his own drink. "But
it is very good. This is a rich
gift you've given me, Kath."
"Not as rich as the gift you've given me,"
she said. Made bold by the warmth in her belly, Kath
reached up to caress his
cheek. "His beard is so soft," she thought, and wondered what it would
like rubbing against her neck, her breasts…
His eyes widened and with a
gasp and a sinking feeling she realized she'd been broadcasting her
"Oh damn," she thought to herself in dismay, slamming her shields down and
There was a clink behind her as he set his
glass on the table, and then a warm hand on her shoulder
made her turn back.
To her shame, she realized her eyes were filled with tears that she fought
keep back. "I'm sorry, please forgive me for ruining the evening…" she
said, trying to keep her voice
"Don't be sorry. I'm not. To
find out that such a lovely young lady could find this old Jedi desirable
very flattering, my dear," he soothed, putting one hand on her cheek and
keeping the other on her
shoulder. She looked up into his eyes.
Master Jinn?" she asked quietly, somewhat sadly. "Never. And you are the most
person in the world. Please believe me when I say that. Because
He looked deep into her light blue eyes and saw the truth
there, saw the love and desire and felt it in
his own heart. He took the
drink she still held in one hand and put it on the table next to his,
cupped her face in both his big hands. He felt her hold her breath as he
moved closer to her, then
moan almost imperceptibly as he kissed her.
Qui-Gon meant it to be a gentle, somewhat platonic kiss, but it quickly
turned into something else,
something hot and needy, for both of them. He
tentatively touched her lips with his tongue to find it
met by hers. Before
he was aware what was happening, his hands were tangled in
shoulder-length blond hair and her body was pressed against his urgently.
Her mouth tasted sweet to
him, and to her, his mouth and body were a dream
They finally broke the kiss, gasping for air and in passion.
He looked at her as if seeing her clearly for
the first time, his hands still
tangled in her hair. "Kath, I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to do
and have you think…"
"Qui-Gon, please, don't. I know who you are
and I know this isn't permanent," Kath responded
softly, her own hands
running through his heavy hair. "Lia is my best friend and I would never
her, or you. If you don't want…"
"But that's just it," he
murmured, "I do. I do very, very much."
She caught her breath, seeing the
passion in his eyes, passion directed at her, passion she had almost
on seeing, ever. She closed her eyes, willing that the moment was real, not a
dream, and that
it would last forever. Then she felt his lips on hers again
and she gave herself up to her fantasy.
Without breaking his kiss, he
swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She had one
frantic thought – how glad she was that she had cleaned her apartment before
that evening – and
then his hands were at her neck, untying the spaghetti
straps that held up her dress, easing it down
over her breasts. Then his
mouth was on her nipples, sucking and gently biting and she gasped
writhed in pleasure. His hands continued pushing the dress down over her
hips to pool at her feet; her
panties soon followed and he was on his knees
before her, nuzzling the cleft between her legs.
Her knees were weak,
but he supported her with his large hands on her rear, and she braced
with her hands on his head. Then he came up to kiss her again, and
she frantically ripped off his tie,
jacket and shirt, wanting desperately to
feel his skin on her hands. He helped her and shortly he was
naked to the
waist, her hands running over the silken skin of his smooth chest and back to
waistband of his pants, his hands crushing her to
Gently he lifted her and settled her on the bed, laying down next to
her to continue raining kisses
down on her face and her neck. His hands
massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples to make her
gasp, then moving down
to her wetness. She caught her hands in his hair, removing the small clip
held it back away from his face to let it pour down over and around her,
reveling in the feel of it
against her neck and face.
whimpered as his fingers found her clitoris and traced wet circles around it.
turned to gasps and small cries as his fingers made their way
lower to plunge into her sopping
wetness. "Gods," he groaned, "you're so
She stopped his mouth with hers, greedily sucking his tongue into
her mouth, frantically tasting every
part of him, as though to make sure
everything was experienced this one night, this only night.
mouth, he moved down her body, stopping to suck on her breasts, to lick her
and gradually moved lower until his mouth reached her cunt. She
cried out as his tongue ravished her,
arching her back into the caresses, her
hands trembling as she ran them through his hair. He shifted
his body up so
that his long legs were closer to her head, and she used the opportunity to open
pants and free his cock. Then it was his turn to moan as she worshipped
his organ with her mouth,
nibbling, sucking, licking the thick organ before
engulfing it into her mouth. Against her cunt he
groaned again, and plunged
his tongue into her.
She released his cock and nearly screamed at the
sensation. Abruptly she felt herself fall over the
edge, spasms wracking her
body as Qui-Gon kept up his merciless assault on her clit and vagina. He
her tightly, lapping the juices that flowed endlessly from her cunt, then with a
last lick on her
clitoris, moved away. She whimpered at the loss of contact,
but then saw it was just to shuck off his
pants. Then he came back to drape
his long body over hers.
She was still trembling from the orgasm that
rocked her very foundation as he settled on top of her,
kissing her neck
again, biting her earlobe. His fingers played with one nipple while his tongue
her neck, then reached lower to suckle on the other teat. She was
still trembling, this time from
desire, inflamed, nearly frantic to feel him
within her. "Please Qui-Gon," she gasped, bringing one leg
to circle his
upper thigh and drag his body closer to hers.
With a small 'pop' his
lips let go her nipple, and he reached up to kiss her lips again. She
herself there, and it only inflamed her more. Qui-Gon rolled partially
off her and with his large, gentle
hands, urged her to roll over to her
stomach, then to her knees. Positioning himself on his knees
behind her, he
gently, slowly slid fully into her. Both of them groaned, absolutely overwhelmed
"Deep!" gasped Kath, "oh, Gods, so deep, yes, so
Holding her tightly by the waist, Qui-Gon sat back, bringing her
with him until he was sitting on his
knees with her on his lap, impaled upon
his length. She turned her head for a kiss, a wet, sloppy kiss
continued to fondle her breasts and clit, then he slowly began to thrust and
grind into her. She
threw her head back against his shoulder at the feelings
he was bringing out in her, and he nuzzled her
neck as he brought her hips up
and down along his shaft.
"Kath," he groaned, "so good…so wet…" he was
almost incoherent, as was she, his fingers and
cock driving her to the edge,
Suddenly she was there. She wailed his name as she climaxed,
arched and fell to her hands in front of
him. He rose to his knees and began
to wildly ram into her, almost tearing her in two with the intensity
thrusts combined with her orgasm. Her screams of pleasure mingled with his
growls as he came
violently inside her, filling her to the brim, then slowly
They settled down, still joined by his softening penis in her
vagina, spooned together. They were both
panting heavily, and waited until
their racing hearts slowed. He kept his arm around her, holding her
even as his cock finally slipped from her. "Thank you," she finally
"The pleasure was all mine," came the gasping response, and
they both chuckled. He drifted off into a
pleasant, post-coital doze,
inhaling the fragrance of her hair and enjoying the sensation of feeling
skin under his hands. A muffled sniff brought him back to full
consciousness, and he propped himself
on his elbow, brushing her hair away
from her face to see tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Kath?" he asked,
concerned. "Have I hurt you, little one?"
She sniffed again, turning to
her back to look at his face, not ashamed of the tears which still oozed
her eyes. "Oh, no, Qui-Gon, quite the opposite," she reassured him, her smile
sorry. I'm just so… happy. You've given me such a tremendous
gift…" words failed her, and instead
she dropped her shields part-way so that
he could see what she was feeling, the warmth and
happiness at his presence in her arms. He was humbled and awed at
outpouring of joy and euphoria he felt in her, and with gentle fingers he
wiped the tears from her face.
"I – I don't know what to say," he said
softly. "I'm not sure I'm worthy of such adoration, my dear.
You've put me on
such a pedestal…"
She put her fingers to his lips to silence him. "It's
my fantasy, Master Jinn. You've fulfilled a great
longing in my heart, out of
the goodness in yours. If I were to die tomorrow, I'd die a happy woman
with one of my greatest fantasies fulfilled."
He smiled at her analogy,
tenderly brushing sweaty, teary hair back from her face. "Then I
accept the pedestal, little one. I'm glad I could make a dream come
true for you… Lia is right. You
are a wonderful person and do deserve much
happiness. If I could fulfill more of your fantasies, I
blushed and bit her lip to hold back further tears of happiness. "This was the
best one, and
more than I could have hoped for, believe me," she said. "There
is another, but it involves water,
which we seem to lack
Qui-Gon grinned, a wicked grin that suddenly reminded Kath of his
Padawan. "So THAT'S where
Obi-Wan got that grin," she thought to
"Actually," he drawled, the finger that had been wiping tears
away trailing lazily down her face to her
neck, shoulder, chest, and lower to
more interesting places, "I do feel a bit in need of a shower. I
seem to have
worked up a sweat."
Kath stopped breathing for a moment, staring at him
with wide eyes. His own were amused and very
passionate as he watched her
reaction. "Breathe, little one," he finally murmured, kissing her deeply.
The kiss seemed to revive her somewhat, for when he broke it she sighed,
"I like the way you sweat,
Master Qui-Gon. And I have a perfectly good
'fresher, with a large shower stall, if you'd care to use
smiled at her, again running his large, callused fingers down her cheek. "Only
if you join me,
"I'd be delighted," she managed to force out,
which was difficult since she felt her entire insides had
melted into a large
puddle of warm goo.
Qui-Gon stood, avoiding piles of clothing, and held
out his arms to her to help her rise. She climbed
off the bed into his arms,
where he greeted her with another mind-blowing kiss, then walked with
into the 'fresher. Her shower stall was large enough for the two of them,
but only if they pressed
close together, which was her intent all along.
Under a warm spray of water, they kissed and
explored each other's slippery
bodies, and using her liquid soap and a net sponge, Qui-Gon soaped
breasts, belly and the cleft between her legs, never stopping his lip's
exploration of her face and
neck. Within a short time, he was hard again, and
her breathy moans told him all he needed to know
about her readiness for
The water washed away the soap from both their bodies, as her arms
wrapped around his neck and
pressed her body as close as possible to his.
Moaning into her mouth, his strong, large hands lifted
her ass and pressed
her up against the wall. Obligingly she tilted her pelvis up and felt him enter
hard and deep. She groaned.
Qui-Gon took a deliberately slow
pace, pulling almost all the way out of her before slowly but firmly
himself back within her. She broke their kiss to gasp in air and buried her face
in his wet
shoulder, whimpering in the sensation. His hands continued to hold
her up and she could feel his use
of the Force to augment his not
inconsiderable strength, strength that was being severely taxed by
incredible feeling of fucking the woman in his arms. He chewed gently on
an earlobe, then moved to
her neck, sighing in pleasure at the hot wetness
engulfing his cock, using all of his control to keep up
the steady, rhythmic
pace, to make himself last longer.
But of course he couldn't, not for
very long. Her nails raked down his back and her legs squeezed his
tightly as her ecstasy mounted, and her clenching internal muscles drove him mad
with desire. He
began to increase his pace, almost unconsciously, until he
was virtually ramming her into the wall,
their cries coming louder together
until she came in a scream of pleasure, and pushed him over
It was all he could do to remain standing, his knees and
calves trembling in reaction. She was gasping
and sobbing from an overload of
passion, her head buried in his neck. Gently he released her hips
and she let
the legs that had been wrapped tightly around his butt fall to support her. They
together against the wall, letting the now-tepid spray cool their
overheated bodies while their
breathing returned to normal. Then she pulled
back to look at him, and he kissed her deeply once
off the water, and they shared a towel, taking turns lazily rubbing each other's
mostly dry, then went back into the bedroom. Between
mind-blowing sex and the evening out, it was
all either of them could do to
stifle yawns. He pulled down the covers of her bed and helped her slide
They nestled together for a while under the blankets. Kath
found she was smiling almost
uncontrollably, her mind almost singing in
happiness. Qui-Gon picked up on that, and turned her head
so he could look
her in the face. She reached up one hand to caress his cheek, memorizing the
and look of his face in this moment.
"I can't thank you enough,"
she whispered, the most noise she found she could make. "You are a
"You are not so bad yourself, Knight," he responded in a
low rumble. "This night may never be
repeated, but it will be remembered. I
know I will remember it. Always."
"As will I," she answered, still
smiling sleepily. "Sleep well, Master Jinn."
"You as well, beautiful
She fell asleep with the sound of his breathing in her ear, and
the feel of his heart beating. When she
awoke the next day, he was gone, back
to his life and his family. All that remained was the wristlet of
flowers which had been placed on her pillow. But the legacy of happiness he left
her was worth
far more than the bottle of carefully preserved Correllian
Brandy she kept in a place of honor.
Over one year
Both the bond partners wore formal Jedi robes of white piped with
gold, they were both Knights. As
Master Mundi intoned the last of the words
of the bonding rite, the small audience in the garden
where the ceremony was
taking place burst into spontaneous applause. The first to kiss the
bonded pair was the female's Witness, Lia Jae-Mil, who wore her formal
Captain's uniform and
embraced the pair enthusiastically.
the ceremony, Lia spoke with her best friend. "Are you happy now, you silly
she asked, teasingly.
Kath, radiant as only a newly bonded
mate could be, simply nodded. "I wish Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
could be here,
though," she said.
"They send their regrets… they wanted to be here so
very badly, but the situation on Naboo is
getting… strange." Lia struggled to
keep the worry out of her voice – there was no need to cloud
such a happy day
with her own nameless dread. "Qui told me to tell you to make sure you save
some brandy. Do you know what that means?"
Kath laughed, her happy
peals ringing across the garden, causing her new bondmate to come to her
to see what she was laughing at. He put his arm around her shoulder and looked
Lia. "Are you corrupting my mate already, Pilot?" he
"Sorry, Lyam," Lia said, grinning. "But I really don't know what
that was all about. I just relayed a
message from my own
"Which one?" he teased, hugging Kath tightly. "I hope we can
remain as deeply in love as you three
have, Lia. Your bond is quite an
"They have a unique situation, Lyam," Kath said, still
smiling at her friend. "And they are unique
people. The very best there is.
Remind me to tell you about the birthday present Lia procured for me
year. But later. After the honeymoon!"
happy returns, partner!)