Teach Me

by TIK aka Aya

Qui-Gon Jinn stood at the entrance of the studio out of his padawan's line of sight. He watched the duel with interest, knowing now it was more than a training exercise. Both combatants were completely committed to the duel, but only one was aware of Qui-Gon's presence, and it was not his apprentice.

Another man approached the studio, stopping even with Qui-Gon. He was as tall as Qui-Gon, with short-cropped hair and a well-trimmed beard. Stocky and solid, his stern look had been known to make the most battle hardened warrior quake in his boots. Rees Toth, also a Jedi master and close friend to Qui-Gon Jinn looked into the studio.

"How long have they been at it?" Rees asked.

"Over two hours," Qui-Gon answered. "She won the first match, he the second."

Rees chuckled. "And neither one would settle for a draw." Qui-Gon smiled his response and moved over slightly to give his friend a better view of the room.

Obi-Wan Kenobi held his saber low and in front of him as he and his opponent moved across from each other in a wide circle. Across from him, Tal-Ishara Kender moved with cat-like grace. They both had shed their drab brown robes long ago, then discarded the beige overtunics. Clad in sweat-soaked sleeveless under tunics, hair plastered to their heads, they moved slowly, trying hard to hide their fatigue.

Ishara (as she was known to the Masters) was padawan to Rees Toth and good friend to Obi-Wan. Her long black hair was held back in tight fat braid, mirroring the black padawan braid that hung limply from behind her ear. She was smaller than Obi-wan, slender but muscularly built, with almond-shaped eyes that could switch from black to purple with her mood. At the moment, they were piercing black with concentration. She acknowledged her master briefly with a thought Did we wake you?> Rees smiled and shook his head. Satisfied she turned her attention back to the duel.

Obi-Wan attempted a downward slash, hoping his weight and size would be to his advantage. "You know Shara," he said mid-slash, "if you're too tired to finish this now, it's alright."

She deflected the strike at an angle, forcing him to one side, slightly off balance. Following up with a wide swing of her own, she brought her own blade down hard, hoping to keep him off balance.

"Thank you Ben," she answered through gritted teeth, "but I feel invigorated right now. However," she said as he deflected the move, using her momentum to throw her back a step, "if you wish to rest, I won't think any less of you."

"Not at all," he said between heavy breaths. He struck again, his arc swinging wide. "After this I was considering running to the falls and back." Qui-Gon stifled a laugh; his apprentice could barely hold his sword, let alone complete the 5-kilometer distance.

"Sounds like fun," she answered, dancing away from the blade. She spun quickly, moving into a defensive position. "I think I'll join you, if you don't mind the company." Rees grinned, his chest shaking with silent laughter. She was as close to collapse as Obi-Wan was.

Ben backed up a few steps, plotting his next move. "The more the merrier," he said, with no sincerity in his voice. He then attacked in a flurry of strikes, leaving her nothing to do but deflect and defend. She watched his movements, changing the grip on her handle to a one-handed defensive position. Then she waited for a sign.

Rees smiled. "Watch this," he said to Qui-Gon stifling his laughter. Qui-Gon noticed the grip change and looked on with interest. Seeing a quiver in Obi-Wan's arm, she brought the saber in front of her and blocked his strike high, bringing his arms up over his head and leaving him open for a quick body shot. In a split second she sent him sprawling across the floor with a force wave. She then charged at him, her battle cry echoing through the room. Obi-Wan, startled by the sound, scrambled to his feet just as she somersaulted over him. He turned quickly only to be sent back onto the ground as she tackled him, effectively disarming him by sending his saber from his weary grip across the floor, sliding to a stop at his masters toe. Qui-Gon started to chuckle then, picking up the weapon and fixing it to his belt. Ishara lay on top of Obi-Wan, straddling his midsection and pinning his arms to the floor.

She breathed hard, "I won."

"You cheated," Ben said, breathing just as hard, unsuccessfully attempting to hide his laughter. She gave him a dazzling smile.

"I did not cheat. You lost." Obi-Wan became suddenly aware of their audience and quickly rolled her off him. She fell to the floor, now over come with laughter. Obi-Wan started to chuckle. "How long have they been there," he asked.

"Master Qui-Gon has been there from the beginning. My master just recently began to watch." She relaxed on the floor next to him, catching her breath.

Qui-Gon and Rees chose then to enter the studio. They walked over to the combatants who slowly achieved a seated position. Qui-Gon stood over his apprentice smiling. He handed Obi-Wan his lightsaber, saying, "She won, my padawan."

Obi-Wan took his saber, shaking his head. "She cheated."

Rees stared at him with mock offense. "She did not," he said grimly, the sparkle in his eyes showing his amusement. "You used your strength, she used her agility." He snorted, "but then I've trained my apprentice to use all her skills." He nudged Qui-Gon jokingly.

Qui-Gon answered the dig melodramatically. "You wound me, Rees." He brought his hand to his chest. "All my training, my knowledge I poured into you Obi-Wan, just so a slip of a girl could so soundly beat you." He raised his hand to his forehead. "I'm overwhelmed." He leaned heavily on Rees' shoulder. "I beg you my friend, spare me this embarrassment."

Ishara and Obi-Wan began to laugh again. Rees raised an eyebrow, and chuckled. Qui-Gon stood a moment then smiled widely. Obi-Wan nudged Ishara. "Teach me that move."

She nodded and rose to her feet. Rees and Qui-Gon decided to let them train in peace and said they were going into town. They would return for the evening meal and left the studio.

Ishara went to one of the hidden cabinets and pulled out two towels, tossing one to Obi-Wan. They dried off as much as possible and resumed their positions in the center of the room. She explained that the timing of the move was the most vital thing and walked through the movements with him. Satisfied, he said he wanted to try it on her. She smiled a secret grin and agreed. He charged her then, flipping over her as she instructed, then lunging as he landed. Knowing his movements, she leapt and turned as he lunged, catching his hip with her foot to flip him over so he landed on his back again. She fell on top of him again, straddling his hips and pinning his arms. She smiled down on him, her eyes now a deep purple. "I won again."

He caught his breath, very close to laughter again. "Swordsmanship is my strength, not strategy."

"I could have told you that, Ben." She was nose to nose with him, eyes dancing and cheeks flushed from their exertions. He looked at her mystified. When did she become so lovely?

Enjoying the wonder in his eyes, she slowly lowered her head to his, watching his eyes widen slightly. Her lips brushed his lightly, a chaste kiss. She raised up slightly and stretched out along him, hands still pinning his, though not as hard. "Well Ben," she whispered softly against his mouth.

"Well what?" he breathed.

"You said swordsmanship was your strength," she purred, sliding one leg between his.

"Yes," he managed, wondering if she knew what she was doing to him.

"Strategy for swordsmanship," she said softly, brushing his lips again.

"Shara..." he breathed.

"Teach me."

His surprised look lasted a half-second as she brought her mouth down on his again.

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In the town bar, Qui-Gon visibly jolted, feeling heat seep into his cheeks. Across from him, Rees blinked and smiled, relaxing into his chair. Qui-Gon stared at his friend. "I suppose we'll be staying here for a while," he said with a weak laugh.

Rees chuckled and ordered two more drinks.

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Ishara kissed him gently at first, twining her fingers in his as she slowly rubbed her leg against the growing hardness in his trousers. Increasing the pressure on his mouth, she slid her tongue between his lips, tasting him for the first time. One of her hands moved from his, lightly stroking the sensitive skin of his wrists before moving to his face, touching his cheek lightly, then moving to his hair, tilting his face to hers. She broke away again long enough to catch her breath, then trailed wet soft kisses from the cleft in his chin, along his neck, ending at the edge of his tunic.

His head was spinning, overwhelmed. He slowly moved against her leg, shivering with the new sensations overcoming him. He caught his breath quickly, only to let it out in a soft moan. Taking his free hand, he guided her mouth back to his, capturing it in another kiss.

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Qui-Gon shifted uncomfortably in his chair again. The next chance they had, he would work on improving his padawan's mental shields. While it was important to maintain the mental link between master and student, in some cases it proved... disconcerting. He eyed his friend, who sat back enjoying the meal they'd ordered. With a curious glance, he asked, "Rees, how...?"

Rees answered nonchalantly, "Apparently, Ishara's mental skills are a bit more advanced than Obi-Wan's."

Qui-Gon shifted again, willing his own shields into place.

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They lay together, kissing and touching for a while longer. Then Shara broke away, breathing heavily. She reached for the neck of his tunic, ripping the damp fabric easily. At his amused glance, she said simply, "Sometimes the direct approach is the most effective one."

He caught the wicked glint in her eyes and she lowered her mouth to his chest, nipping him gently, tasting his warm skin. Her tongue circled his hard flat nipple, sending a shock through him. He threw his head back, reveling in the sensations. Then, taking her advice, he caught her by the shoulders, rolled her onto her back and returned the favor, rending her tunic. Placing hot kisses on her skin, he murmured, "The direct approach has several advantages." He traced her breasts with his tongue, flicking the hard nipples lightly. She exhaled, purring his name. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled him away from her body, guiding his mouth to hers again. Kissing him deeply, she lightly ran her nails down his back, resting her hands on his waist, fingers slowly working their way inside. Rolling him onto his back once again, she broke away once more.

"Then again," she whispered, flicking the curve of his ear with her tongue...

"When one has determined her objective..." Her mouth moved down the length of him slowly, nibbling the sensitive skin of his neck...

"Often it is necessary..." placing wet kisses down his chest to his waist, fingers slowly easing the fabric down...

"To orchestrate distractions..." kissing one hip then the other, freeing his straining cock from the tight, damp fabric...

"In order to keep your true goal hidden." She took him fully into her mouth, drinking in his scream of pleasure.

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Qui-Gon grabbed the edge of the table, exhaling hard.

Rees eyed him, amused. "Problems, my friend?"

Qui-Gon gave a dagger-look to his friend. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go for a brisk walk to the falls."

Rees smiled. Paying for their meals, he said, "I believe I'll join you."

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He could hardly form a coherent word as she laved her tongue up and down his shaft. His breath was escaping in short gasps, his hands clawing the padded floor. He thrust his hips up, savoring the warm wetness of her mouth. He needed to find his release soon or he would go mad.

She would pause occasionally to catch her breath and watch him writhe, begging. "Shara, please..." he would breathe, half mad with longing. She smiled, placing wet kisses on his legs while stripping his boots and trousers from him roughly. Running her fingers up the insides of his legs, she caught his wrists again, pinning them to the floor. Flicking her tongue against the delicate spot at the base of his cock, she heard his breathing quicken. "Patience Ben," she cooed. "In all strategy, one must have patience." Nipping the insides of his thighs, she ran her tongue along his hips. Nuzzling the soft curls surrounding his shaft, she murmured, "One must not rush a well thought out plan." She licked the bead of moisture off the swollen head of his shaft, then slowly lowered her mouth on his throbbing shaft.

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Qui-Gon's brisk walk with Rees turned into a slow jog then progressed into a running lightsaber duel. Rees did little more than deflect Qui-Gon's blows, knowing his friend needed to work off this excess energy before dealing with his apprentice. It helped that Rees felt very little from his padawan, other than her presence of being. He'd learned his lesson when she was much younger, having only trained male Jedi before and discovering the unique challenges a man would have dealing with more feminine concerns. After their first traumatic experience when she was 12, he set out specifically to teach her how to shield her mind to him, not to shut him out, but to filter impulses so only certain ones would come through. It became an involuntary response for both of them, and eliminated a great deal of embarrassment between them. If he needed to he could always get through, as he had done in the past. This special training was valuable for any Jedi, but seeing his friend struggle, he thanked the stars he trained her early.

"So help me Rees," Qui-Gon said swinging wildly, "he will spend a month in the temple meditation chamber." The falls were in sight now. Seeing the pool, Qui-Gon dropped his saber and sprinted to the water's edge, diving in fully clothed.

Picking up the weapon, Rees slowed to a walk, whistling to control his laughter.

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Ishara paused again to catch her breath, giving Obi-Wan time to catch her shoulders and bring her up to him again. He kissed her hard, intoxicated by his scent on her skin and his taste on her lips. "Distractions," he murmured, moving on top of her and pinning her to the floor. Running his tongue along the curve of her jaw, he nipped her neck, shoulders and breasts lightly, suckling first one nipple then the other. His mouth burned a trail down her body, while his hands eased off her boots and damp leggings. Feeling her fingers in his hair, he lowered his head and tasted her. This time her scream rang against the studio walls. He tongued her lightly at first, then delved into her hot wetness. She was as close to losing control as he was and he decided to begin her lesson.

"Swordsmanship," he breathed against her neck, easing himself between her legs. "There are a great deal of techniques, but we'll start with basics." He brought his mouth down on hers, his tongue darting between her lips.

"The most important thing in swordsmanship is control." He eased his throbbing cock into her slowly. She tightened around him, sending shivers through them both. "All movement has a rhythm," he gasped, moving deeper. He stopped a moment, looking into her eyes, which had darkened with desire. "Should I go on?" he asked.

"Please.." she whispered.

He thrust his shaft into her deeply, moaning with her. Drawing almost all the way out, he thrust forward again, feeling her hot sheath close around him. They kissed again, beyond words, their hips moving in time, creating their own rhythm. What little control they had was shattered in their climax.

She came violently, raking her nails down his back, leaving light trails where she'd broken the skin. He grabbed her hips, pouring himself into her with a shout. The tremors shook them both and they collapsed in a tangle.

Laying together quietly, she told him softly, "There's no way to hide this from them."

"I know."

"I hope they understand."

"So do I."

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After sitting under the cold waterfall for an hour, a very soggy Qui-Gon and an extremely amused Rees made their way back to the house. Obi-Wan was asleep upstairs while Ishara stood in the kitchen area preparing their evening meal. She went to greet them but was stunned speechless at Qui-Gon's dripping form.

"Master Qui-Gon..." she started. He held up a hand, silencing her, then walked over to her, cupped her chin in his large hand and kissed her forehead gently. He then strode out of the room leaving a puddle of water behind.

"Master?" she said to Rees.

He smiled. "We will discuss this later."

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Late that evening, Obi-Wan staggered down the stairs and into the library. Rees and Ishara were both awake and talking, and were startled by Obi-Wan's appearance. He was extremely uncomfortable, breathing erratically. Perspiration beaded on his upper lip and forehead and his skin had a rosy flush to it. Seeing Rees, Obi-Wan croaked, "Where is my master?"

Rees said stoically, "Qui-Gon went into the village on a personal matter."

Ishara's eyes widened slightly as she notice a significant bulge in Obi-Wan's sleeping clothes. "Are you alright, Ben?" she asked, biting the inside of her lip to control her smile.

"Fine," he gasped, grabbing hold of the door frame. Straightening himself as best he could, he said, "I think I just need some fresh air. A walk to the falls will do wonders for me." With that he turned and walked quickly to the door. Through the library window, Rees and Ishara watched him break into a sprint before disappearing into the night. Ishara started to giggle then, stopping abruptly at Rees's stern, look. Then moments later, they both collapsed into uncontrolled laughter.