Ficlet: Brief (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)
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keelywolfeIt's probably the fever that made me try this. I haven't written Q/O in ages, so I thought I'd give it a shot as a ficlet and see what I could make of it. I still owe Destina a ficlet, too, but this had to come out first. *G*
Brief
by keely
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Lucas Corp. Thanks. ;)
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Although few beings that lived in the wider worlds beyond the Jedi Temples understood it, life as a Jedi was more than being a guardian or a negotiator. They viewed it as a mingled patchwork of lifeforms co-existing, rather than as the single society that it was, one with its own conventions and norms, their own history. Most did not look beyond the mystery of the Jedi ways to see them truly.
Most knew that Jedi were beyond such concepts of being attracted only to aesthetic beauty and never realized that it did not make them beyond appreciating it.
The long, smooth line of pale skin, the ripple of firm muscle beneath it. The fluidity of movement, the heavy body between his legs as they shifted together, warm hands shaping him, holding him as he was penetrated and there was beauty in this that would be visible to any who might have watched, whether or not they were Jedi.
But there was nothing, nothing he cherished more than watching serene blue eyes shift, flaring for the briefest of seconds into the wild, unrestrained flames that licked beneath the surface in the moment just before they closed in pleasure. A flash, nothing more, never more, in which control ceased to exist and in that moment he was beauty in and of itself.
He never wished for it to last longer. It was a beautiful only in its brevity and were he to see it at any other time, it would be a horror, an atrocity, and he would know his Master was no longer within them, would have been gutted out into a shell by that inner flame and there would be nothing left of him but darkness.
But at this moment, stroking the sweat-slicked skin of Qui-Gon's back and soothing him back, Obi-Wan thought of nothing but its beauty, and loved him.
-finis-
Brief
by keely
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Lucas Corp. Thanks. ;)
~~*~~
Although few beings that lived in the wider worlds beyond the Jedi Temples understood it, life as a Jedi was more than being a guardian or a negotiator. They viewed it as a mingled patchwork of lifeforms co-existing, rather than as the single society that it was, one with its own conventions and norms, their own history. Most did not look beyond the mystery of the Jedi ways to see them truly.
Most knew that Jedi were beyond such concepts of being attracted only to aesthetic beauty and never realized that it did not make them beyond appreciating it.
The long, smooth line of pale skin, the ripple of firm muscle beneath it. The fluidity of movement, the heavy body between his legs as they shifted together, warm hands shaping him, holding him as he was penetrated and there was beauty in this that would be visible to any who might have watched, whether or not they were Jedi.
But there was nothing, nothing he cherished more than watching serene blue eyes shift, flaring for the briefest of seconds into the wild, unrestrained flames that licked beneath the surface in the moment just before they closed in pleasure. A flash, nothing more, never more, in which control ceased to exist and in that moment he was beauty in and of itself.
He never wished for it to last longer. It was a beautiful only in its brevity and were he to see it at any other time, it would be a horror, an atrocity, and he would know his Master was no longer within them, would have been gutted out into a shell by that inner flame and there would be nothing left of him but darkness.
But at this moment, stroking the sweat-slicked skin of Qui-Gon's back and soothing him back, Obi-Wan thought of nothing but its beauty, and loved him.
-finis-
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Date: 2003-05-07 06:40 am (UTC)Re: ::fans self::
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Date: 2003-05-09 08:59 am (UTC)Thank you. :)
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Date: 2003-05-09 08:59 am (UTC)Thanks, I think. *G*
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Date: 2003-05-07 07:20 am (UTC)*Sith saves to pda for re-reading when co-workers won't wonder why the tips of her ears are turning red*
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Date: 2003-05-09 09:01 am (UTC)I can't wait. *G*
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Date: 2003-05-07 07:34 am (UTC)So nice to see a Q/O ficlet. And so hot.
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Date: 2003-05-07 08:03 am (UTC)Hope you feel better soon and glad to hear you enjoyed Spirited Away. It is one of my favorite films -- every water scene was so gorgeous!
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Date: 2003-05-09 09:03 am (UTC)And I'm feeling better, now if only I could perk up my little Dictator....Oh, well, can't win 'em all. *G*
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Date: 2003-05-07 09:35 am (UTC)Eva
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Date: 2003-05-07 03:39 pm (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2003-05-08 01:07 am (UTC)Just, wow.
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Date: 2003-05-10 06:23 am (UTC)Oh, but we want Qui-Gon to become nothing but a shell containing only darkness. They would have so much fun together. :)
One question, though. Should "one with its own conventions and norms, their own history" be "its own history"? It seems a little strange moving from the singular to the plural. Or did I just miss something?