Phantom Menace


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Title: Menage

Fandom: Phantom Menace

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Category: Slash

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Archive: Ask first

Warning: Het content

Rating: NC-17

AN: The recent request for Q/O and a woman brought a plot bunny my way, a very stubborn one. I always thought a group story was pretty much out of character for the boys but now I'm writing it. Go fig. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and a friend; smut, and still more smut. Also, kinda mushy.

Qui-Gon gazed out of the window. The view was quite spectacular. Ice and snow, but nevertheless beautiful, as well as harsh and unforgiving. He was still uncertain why he had agreed to accompany Obi-Wan on this trip. Their mission was over. After six months on Emran they would be going back to Coruscant in just two days. The completion of their work had allowed them a rare and welcome opportunity to relax and say goodbye to those natives who had become friends. Obi-Wan had become involved with a lovely native woman named Livy and had decided to come with her here for a last few intimate moments. To Qui-Gon's shock he had invited his master along. Had, in fact, been quite insistent that Qui-Gon join them. So now here they were, the three of them and some service droids in this remote place.

Qui-Gon felt like an intruder. He had no business being here. They should be alone. Nevertheless, he was here, so he might as well make the most of it. The common room held a working fireplace and some reading by the fire seemed a most appropriate activity. Gathering a book of native philosophy given to him by Livy's father he left.

Qui-Gon paused outside the common room. Obi-Wan was inside and he was not alone. Qui-Gon turned to go without opening the door.

Come in, Master. You will not be intruding.

Qui-Gon hesitated.

Qui-Gon, join us. You spend far too much time alone. More than is good for you. Please, come in. Obi-Wan's voice in his mind was insistent. In fact it held the same tone it had when Obi-Wan had approached him about this trip. Perhaps Obi-Wan was right. It couldn't hurt to spend some time with his apprentice and Livy. He opened the door, and inhaled sharply.

Livy and his Padawan were both naked, gloriously naked, and lying on the floor in what was obvious post-coital relaxation. "I think that I should go." His voice sounded choked. He knew it, but couldn't master enough control to sound calm. He turned.

This time it was Livy who spoke. "Please stay Master Jinn. I would like it very much if you would join us." She was walking toward him. He knew it without turning around. Then she stepped in front of him. Qui-Gon controlled himself enough not to look down, until she reached up and placed one hand on each side of his face. She forced him to look at her. "I would like it very much if you would join us." She repeated, her voice low and sensual. Then her lips were on his. Qui-Gon resisted for a moment, then opened to her lips and tongue. Moaning slightly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. What was he doing? She was Obi-Wan's lover and Obi-Wan was lying nearby, watching them. He could sense his Padawan's attention, focused upon him rather than Livy. Approval and reassurance flowed from Obi-Wan.

Part of his brain was still protesting, but Qui-Gon ignored it, choosing instead to run his hands up the back of the woman in his arms. His hands stroked slowly over her back and sides, long arms reaching to her thighs, before his hands traveled back up to her shoulders.

Growling low in her throat, she broke the kiss and began nuzzling his neck. He arched his head slightly back, giving her better access. Hands reached up from behind him to tug at his robe, pulling it down from his shoulders. Obi-Wan's hands. Livy stepped back from him slightly, making it easier for Obi-Wan to undress him. His Padawan was now against him, his erection pressing into Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan reached around his master, undoing his belt and sash with quick skilled movements. Livy's hands joined Obi-Wan's and together they removed his tunic.

Qui-Gon was lost in sensation as two sets of hands explored his torso. Livy's hands ran over his chest, feather light touches, maddeningly soft. Fingertips barely grazing his rapidly hardening nipples. Obi-Wan's hands ran over his back, firmer than Livy's, caressing with assurance. Lips followed hands, and Obi-Wan nipped and licked his back, moving from the back of his neck, across his shoulders, and slightly down his back before returning to his neck.

Livy resumed kissing him and he responded, all thoughts of stopping this now firmly vanquished. His tongue entered her mouth, searching and demanding. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, but somehow Obi-Wan still managed to slide his hands between them and over Qui-Gon's chest.

Then those hands moved downward, unfastening his pants. Qui-Gon was grateful he had chosen to remove his boots earlier in the evening. Obi-Wan slowly pushed his pants down, trailing kisses down Qui-Gon's back. When they hit the floor, Qui-Gon stepped gracefully out of them, letting go of Livy as he did so. Smiling up at him, she took his hand and led him to the soft carpet on which she and Obi had been lying. Qui-Gon sunk to his knees in front of her. His hands slid down the back of her legs as he nuzzled and kissed her abdomen. He raised his hands, seeking her breasts. He cupped them gently in his large hands for a moment before brushing his thumb across turgid nipples. He moved his face lower, nuzzling against her pubic bone. He lifted her in his large hands, lowering her to the carpet. He used his fingers to part her lips, holding her open to his gaze, before leaning forward to run his tongue along the inside of her cunt. He was briefly surprised by the taste, sweet and salty, then he realized he was tasting Obi-Wan as well. Groaning, he probed more deeply within her.

Obi-Wan watched. His eyes roved over his master, down his broad back, to the very nice ass. Qui-Gon's bent over position spread his cheeks in a most delectable fashion. Obi-Wan squelched the thought. It was too soon for that, later perhaps, when they were alone. He didn't mind sharing his master with Livy, but the first time he fucked Qui-Gon he wanted all of his master's attention.

Livy tugged at Qui-Gon, pulling him upward. He raised his head, and moved forward, sliding easily into her. She moaned, seeking his lips. He held still within her as they kissed. Continued to resist moving even as she began to move against him. Impatient she shoved him. He rolled over willingly, pulling her atop him.

She moved demandingly against him. His hands stroked her torso, cupping her breasts; he raised his head, sucking softly on first one and then the other. He was aware of Obi-Wan, kneeling next to them, watching. Qui-Gon turned his head, met his apprentice's eyes. Looked away. Too much, the look in Obi-Wan's eyes was too much. He turned back to Livy, resumed caressing her, allowed his hips to move in time with hers. She was coming, repeatedly. Grabbing her hips, he moved her off of him and turned her onto her hands and knees. He moved into her from behind, thrusting deeply. She groaned.

Obi-Wan watched them, his eyes glued to his master's face. Qui-Gon's eyes were closed, but Obi-Wan knew Qui-Gon was aware of him watching. Qui-Gon was so beautiful, his hair spilling around him, pleasure etched in his features. He was moving with the same grace and power he brought to everything. Obi-Wan wanted to be the one beneath his master. He wanted to be the source of Qui-Gon's pleasure. Controlling himself, he resisted the urge to give into the fantasy, to stroke himself in time to Qui-Gon's movements.

Holding her hips firmly Qui-Gon moved in and out of her fast and hard, the combination of Livy's moist cunt and Obi-Wan's presence arousing him almost unbearably. He came. Continued moving as the spasms subsided. He sprawled across Livy's back, holding her as closely as he could in this position. After a few moments he withdrew, still leaning over her. She rolled over, smiling up at him. "Thank you Master Jinn, that was most enjoyable."

He laughed at her formal tone. "I am glad you found it so, Livy. And the thanks are all mine. You are breathtaking."

Sitting she kissed him gently. "So is he," she whispered quietly enough for only Qui-Gon to hear.

"Yes, he is," Qui-Gon whispered back. He kissed her again quickly, then moved toward his apprentice.

Qui-Gon crawled to Obi-Wan on hands and knees. Reaching him, he pushed Obi-Wan gently onto his back and lie down atop him. Avoiding Obi-Wan's eyes, he began raining kisses along his jaw line, moving rapidly down to his neck. He slowed his pace somewhat, focusing intently on each bit of skin that passed beneath his hungry lips. Obi-Wan exhaled shakily, arching his head back. Qui-Gon continued downward. He moved across Obi-Wan's chest, savoring the feel and taste of his apprentice. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucked gently, then harder, harder still, as Obi-Wan's hands tangled in his hair. Obi-Wan arched into him. He moved to the other nipple, before resuming his downward journey. Pleasure was flowing across their bond. Qui-Gon's lips brushed across Obi-Wan's abdomen, first here, then there. His hands roved over his apprentice, touching every spot he could reach. He neared Obi-Wan's cock. It twitched. He smiled at that, sitting back on his heels to gaze at his apprentice for a moment before leaning forward and taking that cock in his mouth.

Obi-Wan groaned. Qui-Gon delighted in the sound. He loved the hardness in his mouth. His tongue stroked relentlessly along Obi-Wan's length. Sucking hard, he moved his mouth slowly upward, allowing the head to move slowly between his lips. As soon as it was from his mouth, he ran his tongue over it, circling repeatedly. He lowered his mouth again, taking in just the head. He sucked it. Stroking with his tongue as he moved up and down still taking in only the head. Obi-Wan thrust his hips upward, but Qui-Gon resisted, not taking in any more of him.

"Qui-Gon," he moaned. It was a plea.

Say it again, Obi-Wan.

"Qui-Gon, please."

You had but to ask.

In a swift movement Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan deep into his mouth. With one hand he grasped the base of Obi-Wan's cock, with the other he stroked his own. His mouth moved rapidly over Obi-Wan's flesh. He knew Obi-Wan was near. A few more strokes, and Obi-Wan was thrusting upward, his hands entangled in Qui-Gon's hair, Qui-Gon's name on his lips. Qui-Gon swallowed eagerly, Obi-Wan's orgasm pushing him over the edge into his own.

Sated, shaken, and trembling slightly, Qui-Gon rested his head on Obi-Wan's abdomen, pressing his cheek into that warm flesh. Obi-Wan stroked his hair, soothing. Gradually, Qui-Gon drifted into sleep and not long after Obi-Wan joined him.


Qui-Gon awoke slowly, slightly disoriented. Dimly he became aware that his pillow was made of flesh and that there was a cock inches from his mouth. And it belonged to his apprentice. Inwardly, he groaned as the events of last night came rushing back.

Good morning, Master. Obi-Wan's mind brushed his.

"Good morning Obi-Wan," he replied, sitting up. Obi-Wan was looking at him intently, searching his face, for what? Qui-Gon wasn't sure he wanted to know. "I need a shower." With that he fled.

Damn. Obi-Wan thought. Damn. Damn. Damn.


Obi-Wan showered as well, quickly. Then he prepared breakfast and took it to Qui-Gon's room.

Qui-Gon walked from his bathroom, and discovered Obi-Wan. "I brought you breakfast, Master."

"So I see." Qui-Gon answered, moving to dress. Obi-Wan discretely turned away, but not before he noticed his master's shaking hands.

The room was small, with only one chair. Qui-Gon finished dressing and Obi-Wan gestured for him to sit. Reluctance written in every feature, Qui-Gon sat. Passing him the breakfast tray, Obi-Wan settled onto the floor next to him. Selecting one of his favorite local delicacies, a fruit filled pastry, Qui-Gon passed the tray back to Obi-Wan. He brought the pastry almost to his mouth then lowered it. He didn't feel much like eating. He had already indulged his appetite far more than was good for either of them. "How is Livy this morning?"

Obi-Wan looked up at him. "I didn't get a chance to speak with her. She left this morning, before we woke up. There was a note in my room."

Qui-Gon nodded unhappily. Clearly, what had happened had injured her in some way.

Obi-Wan continued. "She said to tell you that she was sorry she did not stay to say goodbye. She felt that we needed some time alone and, well…" He paused for a moment. "I agree with her."

Qui-Gon remained silent, staring at the pastry in his hand.

"Master." Obi-Wan moved so that he was kneeling in front of Qui-Gon. "Don't you think we should talk about last night?" Getting no response he grinned mischievously. "Or we could just do it again."

The corners of Qui-Gon's mouth turned up slightly. "I am sorry Padawan. I should have had more control."

"You seemed to have plenty. As a matter of fact, I remember you being quite the tease."

Qui-Gon did not smile. "I should not have been there. It should not have happened."

'Why not?" Obi-Wan demanded. "What is wrong with people who care for each other expressing it?"

"Is that how you view last night? An expression of caring?"

"Isn't that what it was?" Obi-Wan challenged. "How do you view it?"

"As a mistake, Padawan, as a mistake."

"I'm sure Livy will be flattered to know that you regard making love to her as a mistake, " Obi-Wan retorted hotly. "I know I do."

Qui-Gon reached for him again, dropped his hand instead. "It is not that I do not care for you, Obi-Wan, but you are my apprentice. Sex between us is inappropriate in the extreme. And to share a young woman that way…" His voice trailed off.

"A willing young woman."

"Just because she was willing that does not make it right."

"Would it make it right if I told you that she wanted you, desired you?"

Obi-Wan asked.


"And if I told you that I wanted you. That I've wanted you for a long time. Would that make it right?"

Qui-Gon shook his head. "You are my apprentice."

"I am also a man. An adult. Fully capable of deciding with whom he wishes to be intimate. You did not take advantage."

Qui-Gon looked directly into Obi-Wan's face for the first time that morning. "No, I was set up. But that does not excuse my own behavior."

Obi-Wan did not look away. "Livy suggested that she would love to be with you. She believed you would be reluctant if you felt I might be hurt be the liaison. If I were there, and encouraged you, then perhaps… At first I thought the idea outrageous, but over time it developed a certain appeal. It gave me a way to be with you without having to risk approaching you with my feelings. It was duplicitous, Master. I'm sorry."

"I'm a grown man, Obi-Wan. I could have left at any moment."

"But you didn't."

Qui-Gon sighed, "But I didn't." Bending slightly over the side of the chair, he placed the pastry on the tray. He reached out again. This time his fingers reached Obi-Wan's face, moved slowly down his cheek. "You are beautiful."

Obi-Wan pressed his hand against Qui-Gon's, rubbing against his palm like a kitten. "As are you, beloved." He felt, saw, Qui-Gon's surprise at the endearment. "That is what you are to me. Beloved." He moved closer to Qui-Gon. "I love you."

Qui-Gon stared at him. "What about..?"

"She is a good friend. I care for her. She knows my feelings, for her and you."

"And..?" Obi-Wan replied before he could finish.


Qui-Gon opened his mouth to speak. "Friend, also."

Qui-Gon laughed. "You certainly have interesting friendships."

Obi-Wan did not laugh. "It is what has kept me sane the last couple of years." He was quite serious. "I wanted you, loved you, dreamed of you." Turning his head, he kissed the palm of the hand still pressed against his cheek. "Without my friends I probably would have expired of frustration."

Qui-Gon chuckled, "Highly doubtful."

Obi-Wan laughed with him. "I suppose you're right. Perhaps I can claim I was just practicing, honing my skills till I could use them on you?"

"If it makes you feel better, go ahead."

"Does that mean I will get to use my skills on you?" Obi-Wan's eyes twinkled.

Qui-Gon snorted. "You are persistent."

"I've researched it. Master/Padawan relationships are not forbidden. They are discouraged. But in cases where it is clear that the Master is not misusing his authority and the feelings of both are genuine, such relationships have been allowed, sometimes encouraged."

Qui-Gon sighed.

"You cannot hide behind being my master, Qui-Gon. If you do not return my feelings, I will accept it and we will never speak of it again. But you must answer me."

"So I must Padawan." Qui-Gon moved from the chair, onto the floor. He knelt in front of Obi-Wan. He brushed his thumb across Obi-Wan's lower lip, then replaced it with his mouth. At the same moment, he sent his feelings for Obi-Wan along their bond. Obi-Wan groaned as a love deeper than anything he had dared hope for reached him. He molded his body to Qui-Gon's, returning his master's kiss with a longing that shook them both.

Qui-Gon pulled back slightly. "Obi-Wan, " he whispered, "I love you."

Obi-Wan gazed at him with amazement, looking like someone who's wildest dreams are coming true and who can't quite believe it. Again, Qui-Gon captured his lips. They kissed deeply. Obi-Wan plunged his tongue into Qui-Gon's mouth, impatient. He wanted it all and he wanted it now. Hastily he tugged at Qui-Gon's tunic. We have time, Obi-Wan.

Time I would rather spend with you naked.

Qui-Gon broke the kiss. Shedding his tunic, he said, "Don't ever say I do not try to please you."

Then he reached for Obi-Wan's belt. Normally he could have removed it easily, but Obi-Wan's hands were moving across his chest and back. His touches were light, exploratory and intensely arousing. After several attempts, Qui-Gon succeeded in removing Obi-Wan's belt. Obi-Wan paused in his explorations long enough to allow Qui-Gon to remove his sash. He inhaled sharply as Qui-Gon's hands moved across his chest, opening his tunic and pushing it off of his shoulders. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. As their tongues dueled, he lie back on the floor and pulled Qui-Gon on top of him. The feel of Qui-Gon on top of him, his weight pressing down on Obi-Wan, his cock wedged against Obi-Wan's, was everything Obi-Wan had imagined. Qui-Gon's tongue was stroking his and Obi-Wan tangled his hands in his master's hair. Holding his head firmly, Obi-Wan let all of his desire flow along their bond while simultaneously deepening the kiss. He plunged his tongue into Qui-Gon's mouth, moving demandingly, leaving no part of his master's mouth untouched. Qui-Gon groaned, surrendering himself completely to Obi-Wan he let his own feelings flow across their bond.

Obi-Wan stopped, the kiss broken, as Qui-Gon's emotions hit him. He had always known that his Master's placid appearance hid feelings of tremendous depth and intensity. But to be the focus of that intensity was an experience beyond words. The depth of Qui-Gon's desire, his surprising willingness to share his mind with Obi-Wan, shook Obi-Wan to the core. Untangling a hand from Qui-Gon's hair, he touched his Master's face in wonder and amazement. "Master," he said in a shaky voice.

Qui-Gon gently kissed the fingertips which brushed his lips. "Yes, Obi-Wan," he replied gently, his mouth curved in a soft smile.

"It's just…" He paused. Sensing Qui-Gon's amusement he struggled to continue. "So much more than I imagined."

Qui-Gon's smile deepened. "For me as well." He kissed Obi-Wan gently. Then whispered, near his ear, "And we've only just begun."

Obi-Wan turned his head. He looked directly into those blue eyes, bare inches from his own. Then he deftly reversed their positions. Straddling his master, he replied, "So we have."

His hands itched to touch Qui-Gon. He slid his fingers over Qui-Gon's chest, tracing his master's scars. Then repeated the process with his lips, licking slightly, nipping gently. Qui-Gon's breathing was becoming increasingly rapid and the pleasure he was feeling flowed across their bond.

Qui-Gon raised his hands and ran them along Obi-Wan's sides. Touching Obi-Wan was intoxicating. Strong muscles covered by surprisingly delicate skin. Obi-Wan's shoulder blades flexed beneath his hands as Obi-Wan moved his own hands across his Master's torso.

Obi-Wan sat up. He grinned at Qui-Gon. Then moved lower, his hands going to the fastenings of Qui-Gon's pants. Qui-Gon arched his hips as Obi-Wan pulled his pants down and off.

Qui-Gon sat up, tugged at Obi-Wan's pants. "Don't you want to remove these as well?" his voice was as ragged as his breathing.

His eyes locked on Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan stood. He unfastened his pants, let them drop. The hunger in Qui-Gon's eyes excited him still further. The steps he took toward his kneeling master were more of a strut than a walk.

Qui-Gon reached for his erection, stroked it slowly, his eyes boring into Obi-Wan's. Obi-Wan groaned at the contact. He glanced down at Qui-Gon's hands. The sight of Qui-Gon stroking him was almost enough to make him come. "Master, please."

"Please what, love?"

"Please stop. I don't want to…" Qui-Gon found that spot just below the head of his cock, stroked it with short, firm movements. Control shattered, he came. His come spurted over Qui-Gon, covering his chest, although a few drops landed in his beard. Qui-Gon's arms wrapped around him pulling him close. He leaned into his master's warmth, Qui-Gon's face pressed against his abdomen.

His breathing slowed and Obi-Wan pulled slightly back from Qui-Gon, who looked up at him. Obi-Wan chuckled softly as he reached out to run his fingers over Qui-Gon's beard, seeking the white spots.

"Is something amusing Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked archly.

"No Master. Nothing at all," Obi-Wan replied, sinking to his knees in front of Qui-Gon.

"Good, because in my experience sex and humor are mutually exclusive more often than not." His tone belied his words.

"I will remember that Master. No laughing during sex." He gave Qui-Gon a speculative look. "If I may inquire, how long after an orgasm do I have to wait before I may laugh?"

"That depends."


"On whether we have both come or only one of us has."

"Is that a hint, Qui-Gon?"

"It could certainly be interpreted as such Padawan." Qui-Gon replied.

Obi-Wan chuckled softly. "Sorry, Master. No more laughing until you've come, I promise." He pushed on Qui-Gon's shoulders, urging him back onto the floor.

Obi-Wan used his hands to rub the come on his master's chest into his skin. He concentrated on Qui-Gon's nipples, the lubrication adding a new dimension to the sensation for both of them. Then he applied his mouth to those nipples, astonished to find the taste of his own juices on his master's skin arousing. He nipped slightly. Qui-Gon groaned. The sound thrilled Obi-Wan. He sucked harder in response. Qui-Gon was arching under him, thrusting his cock upward. Obi-Wan moved upward, brought his mouth to Qui-Gon's for a wild kiss. Qui-Gon's arms were around him pulling him close. They tightened until Qui-Gon was crushing his ribs. Qui-Gon's need for him, need to be close to him was flowing across their bond. The strength of it nearly overwhelmed Obi-Wan.

Knowing how to answer that need, he pulled free of Qui-Gon's arms and rose. "Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon pleaded.

"I'll be right back." He headed for the bathroom. Qui-Gon had to have something he could use.

Second shelf. On the right. Qui-Gon's voice sounded in his mind.

Obi-Wan spotted the bottle indicated. Grabbing it, he returned to his master, opening the bottle as he went.

Reaching Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan dropped to his knees between his master's legs. Leaning forward he kissed him hungrily, then sat back on his heels. He poured the oil into his hands, and stroked Qui-Gon's erection. Surprised by his actions, Qui-Gon asked in a ragged voice "Are you sure you know what to do with that?"

"Oh, yes, I know," Obi-Wan replied as he moved a hand to his master's anus, running a finger around it slowly. Qui-Gon pulled his legs back, bending his knees, angling his bottom upward. One unmoving hand still holding Qui-Gon's cock, Obi-Wan plunged his finger into Qui-Gon. He had intended to be slow and careful, but Qui-Gon's arousal and need were shattering his control. Quickly he added a second finger. Qui-Gon shoved himself upward, trying to impale himself further onto Obi-Wan's probing fingers. A third finger.


Obi-Wan had never heard his name spoken with such lust. His cock twitched in response. He withdrew his fingers and released Qui-Gon's cock. He nearly upended the bottle in his haste to lubricate his cock. Task accomplished, he positioned himself at Qui-Gon's entrance. He paused before moving forward, looking into his Master's face. Qui-Gon reached up and stroked his face lightly, then tugged on his braid. "Now, Obi-Wan." It was a demand. Obi-Wan moved forward slowly, savoring the feel of Qui-Gon surrounding him. The sensations coming across their bond combined with finally being inside the man he loved to create an experience far beyond anything Obi-Wan had known before. He stayed unmoving in Qui-Gon for a long time, shields gone, all defenses forgotten, sharing all of himself with the man beneath him.

Again, it was Qui-Gon whose need for completion drove them to move. Obi-Wan moved his hips slowly, holding his master's legs, not because he needed them for support, but because it felt good.

Once he began moving, his hips seemed to increase in speed of their own accord. He gave himself to the moment. All his senses, all he was, were lost in Qui-Gon. Beyond thought he thrust hard, repeatedly. Qui-Gon came and Obi-Wan joined him, the intensity of their shared orgasm nearly shattering him.

He stayed inside Qui-Gon for a long moment, but it wasn't enough. He wanted, needed the solidity of Qui-Gon against him. Withdrawing, he very nearly threw himself onto his Master. Qui-Gon's arms closed around him, and Obi-Wan lie on him, trembling slightly. Qui-Gon stroked his hair, soothing him as Obi-Wan had soothed Qui-Gon the previous night.


Qui-Gon's voice was low, quiet. "Are you all right."

"Ummmm," Obi-Wan murmured into his chest. That was intense.

Qui-Gon laughed. "You've always had a penchant for understatement, love."

"Say it again."

"You've always had a penchant for understatement."

Obi-Wan raised his head and glared at him. Chuckling softly, Qui-Gon kissed his chin lightly. "Love." Another kiss, low on his cheek. "Love." Another, slightly above the last. "Love." Another. "Love."

Obi-Wan laughed. "That's enough."

"Are you sure? I can say it all day if you like."

'All day isn't necessary. I'll settle for several times an hour." Obi-Wan was propped on his elbow, said elbow resting on his master's broad chest. One hand toyed with the ends of his Master's hair. "I think we need to send Livy a gift."

"I agree. She's your friend, what would you suggest?"

"Given her fondness for Jedi, perhaps we can find a willing Knight, dip him in chocolate, and send him along."

"Dipped in chocolate?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "What can I say? She is very fond of chocolate." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And whipped cream."

Qui-Gon looked at him speculatively. "Whipped cream and chocolate, you say?" Obi-Wan nodded. "Interesting," Qui-Gon observed. "Do you think there is any in the kitchens?"

"I am certain of it, Master."

"Then why are we still lying on the floor?"