Fic: Untitled (QuiObi)
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raptureofthemoonFrom prompt #11 of the Fictional Kiss Prompts
It wasn’t the kiss that had caught him by surprise. It was the depth of it, the heat of it, where it was leading. Obi-Wan put his hand flat against Qui-Gon’s chest, seeking space. “I’m sorry, are you sure you—“
“Yes.”
“But Anakin’s just in the next room.”
Qui-Gon arched an eyebrow. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Wha- Of course not. Nothing has happened between us.”
Qui-Gon was well aware Obi-Wan thought Anakin too young to take their relationship any further, despite Anakin’s insistence that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had done so when Obi-Wan was just about Anakin’s age. Obi-Wan had, admittedly, been infinitely more mature at 19. Although not much less prone to dramatics than Anakin. Obi-Wan was simply more subtle.
“But,” Obi-Wan continued, “the bond is stronger than it was and the proximity….”
Qui-Gon’s grin was sharp, filthy.
“Oh. You want him to know, to feel—“
“We’ve been more than careful as he’s grown up,” Qui-Gon said and Obi-Wan recalled the few times over the years, when they’d all been at the Temple, and something between he and Qui-Gon had leaked through. Anakin had been unable to look either of them in the eye for a week.
“But,” Qui-Gon continued, “you are our soul bonded, Obi-Wan. He has to learn what that means. Better here, safe at the Temple, than in the middle of a mission where distraction can be a death sentence.”
Qui-Gon bent his head to Obi-Wan’s throat.
“We don’t—” Obi-Wan stuttered as Qui-Gon’s teeth grazed against his pulse. “Go on missions together.”
“Not yet. But you know it’s a possibility at any moment.” Qui-Gon stripped Obi-Wan’s trousers from him with one quick movement and shoved Obi-Wan’s tunic up to his shoulders, drinking in pink nipples, the dusting of hair across his belly and the flushed erection that rose from between his legs.
Qui-Gon settled between Obi-Wan’s legs, stroked his flank and down to his inner thigh with his fingertips, watched Obi-Wan’s skin pebble with the sensation. “Tell me to stop now and we won’t take this any further. It’s a lesson that can be taught at a later time.”
“Later,” Obi-Wan thought, was a risky venture for any of them.
Qui-Gon was right. With rumors of Separatist uprisings springing up across the galaxy, they could easily wind up on a mission together. The Jedi were too few in number to keep soul bonded pairs separate in times of need. And while bedroom antics might not be the issue on mission, injury or even death were very real possibilities and those could send shock waves along a bond that could immobilize if one wasn’t prepared. If one hadn’t learned to manage their side of the bond, to seal it off in times of great emotion, be it pleasure or pain.
Better Anakin learn to manage it here, in safety (if awkwardness), than in the midst of a battle.
“Don’t stop,” Obi-Wan said, finally, letting his head fall to the pillow, catching only a fleeting glimpse of the crooked smile on Qui-Gon’s mouth and the spark in his eyes as he bent his head to his task.
A tiny PWP bunny from my Soulmarked fic universe (which is QuiObi and includes future Obikin) started chewing on my ear and this is what came up.
_____________It wasn’t the kiss that had caught him by surprise. It was the depth of it, the heat of it, where it was leading. Obi-Wan put his hand flat against Qui-Gon’s chest, seeking space. “I’m sorry, are you sure you—“
“Yes.”
“But Anakin’s just in the next room.”
Qui-Gon arched an eyebrow. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Wha- Of course not. Nothing has happened between us.”
Qui-Gon was well aware Obi-Wan thought Anakin too young to take their relationship any further, despite Anakin’s insistence that Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had done so when Obi-Wan was just about Anakin’s age. Obi-Wan had, admittedly, been infinitely more mature at 19. Although not much less prone to dramatics than Anakin. Obi-Wan was simply more subtle.
“But,” Obi-Wan continued, “the bond is stronger than it was and the proximity….”
Qui-Gon’s grin was sharp, filthy.
“Oh. You want him to know, to feel—“
“We’ve been more than careful as he’s grown up,” Qui-Gon said and Obi-Wan recalled the few times over the years, when they’d all been at the Temple, and something between he and Qui-Gon had leaked through. Anakin had been unable to look either of them in the eye for a week.
“But,” Qui-Gon continued, “you are our soul bonded, Obi-Wan. He has to learn what that means. Better here, safe at the Temple, than in the middle of a mission where distraction can be a death sentence.”
Qui-Gon bent his head to Obi-Wan’s throat.
“We don’t—” Obi-Wan stuttered as Qui-Gon’s teeth grazed against his pulse. “Go on missions together.”
“Not yet. But you know it’s a possibility at any moment.” Qui-Gon stripped Obi-Wan’s trousers from him with one quick movement and shoved Obi-Wan’s tunic up to his shoulders, drinking in pink nipples, the dusting of hair across his belly and the flushed erection that rose from between his legs.
Qui-Gon settled between Obi-Wan’s legs, stroked his flank and down to his inner thigh with his fingertips, watched Obi-Wan’s skin pebble with the sensation. “Tell me to stop now and we won’t take this any further. It’s a lesson that can be taught at a later time.”
“Later,” Obi-Wan thought, was a risky venture for any of them.
Qui-Gon was right. With rumors of Separatist uprisings springing up across the galaxy, they could easily wind up on a mission together. The Jedi were too few in number to keep soul bonded pairs separate in times of need. And while bedroom antics might not be the issue on mission, injury or even death were very real possibilities and those could send shock waves along a bond that could immobilize if one wasn’t prepared. If one hadn’t learned to manage their side of the bond, to seal it off in times of great emotion, be it pleasure or pain.
Better Anakin learn to manage it here, in safety (if awkwardness), than in the midst of a battle.
“Don’t stop,” Obi-Wan said, finally, letting his head fall to the pillow, catching only a fleeting glimpse of the crooked smile on Qui-Gon’s mouth and the spark in his eyes as he bent his head to his task.
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