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The Beard by Didi

This is just a piece of fluf, but be warned it is slash. Hence even though it has no graphic sex I am giving it a NC-17 rating. It was in answer to a challenge on the Master/Apprentice list the details of which may be found here.


Qui-Gon looked at himself thoughtfully in the mirror and lifted the scissors to trim off the last tuft of excess beard which had appeared on the last mission. It was all well and good assisting in peace negotiations in the middle of a ceremonial swap, but it just wasn't good for facial hair, or any other hair for that matter. He continued staring at his face for a little while longer and considered washing his beard yet again. He just didn't seem to be able to make it feel clean, but then after a week up to his knees in goo that the Ravadi considered Holy, he wasn't sure he'd ever be clean again.

With a resigned sigh he rubbed his fingers through the greying brown hair again. Maybe he should just cut it off and be done with it. It was greying considerably these days and even though he was a Jedi Master he didn't want to look too old before his time. A fresh look might be good for him, it would surprise the hell out of Mace to start with. With those thoughts in his mind he lifted the scissors once more and prepared to cut.

The door of his room opened without so much as knock to indicate that someone wanted to come in.

"Noooo!" is was a most heart wrenching yell and it brought Qui-Gon up short.

The familiar presence of Obi-Wan impinged itself on the Master's senses and he turned to find a very flustered looking Padawan kneeling in the middle of his floor.

"Please, Master, don't cut it off," Obi-Wan begged.

Qui-Gon blinked at his apprentice in surprise, there was genuine emotion on the younger man's face, and his plea was definitely heart felt.

"Padawan," the Jedi said calmly, "I had no idea you felt so strongly about this matter. Is there some reason why you feel so attached to my beard?"

At that point Obi-wan began to look a little embarrassed, and a blush slowly crept from his neck up into his face.

"It mnnmn mnmnmmn mn," was the reply.

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan, I didn't quick catch that," Qui-Gon told his student evenly.

The blush deepened, and silence descended.

"Well, Padawan?" Qui-Gon knew he had a wicked streak at times, but he couldn't help himself, besides which Obi-Wan kneeling there looking so bashful was sending messages to various parts of his anatomy that were distinctly pleasant.

"It turns me on, Master," was the very quiet admission.

Qui-Gon tried really hard to keep the smile of his face, he even managed it for a good thirty seconds. They had been more than just Master and Padawan for well over six months now, and yet Obi-Wan could still be so reticent about their sex life. It was a trait Qui-Gon found quite alluring, but one he was going to have to curb in the young man if they were both going to get the best out of this relationship. Well, he mused to himself, he could always threaten to cut off his beard to get the truth out of Obi-Wan at any time in the future.

"You could have just told me," he said with a grin, "but it does explain all the moments I've caught you staring at my chin for no reason I could see at the time."

Obi-wan blushed a little more, which Qui-Gon found quite surprising because he wasn't aware it was physically possible. He noted absently that his apprentice looked good in pink and then walked over to him. He reached down and cupped one coloured cheek in his right hand. Grey, almost blue, very expressive eyes gazed up at him and Qui-Gon felt once again why he loved this generous, often serious young man.

"I like you looking at me," he admitted and gently pulled Obi-Wan to his feet. "Never feel ashamed to tell me your true feeling, Obi-Wan, they are important to me."

"Yes, Master," was the instant reply.

Qui-Gon's first thought was to wonder if those words we just the response which came to his apprentice's mind no matter what his advice might be. He gazed into Obi-Wan's face for a few moments and let his apprentice feel his emotions.

"Do you love me?" he finally asked.

"Yes, Master," there was no hesitation, and yet Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan spoke the truth.

"How long have you loved me?" he found the question on his lips before he had time to really think about it.

"Forever, Master," was the reply.

"And how long will you love me?" Qui-Gon continued, finishing the train of thought going through his mind.

"Forever, Master," Obi-Wan repeated.

Just for a moment Qui-Gon wondered how he had come to deserve such devotion, and then he forgot all about anything so cerebral. He pulled Obi-Wan towards him and their lips met, the Padawan's mouth already parting to invite Qui-Gon's probing tongue. Arms entwined the Jedi Master and he felt Obi-Wan's sensuous body pressed against him. Qui-Gon gave him self up to the embrace totally.

Eventually even Jedi's had to come up for air and the two parted. Looking back into Obi-Wan's face it was not difficult to see exactly what was on the young man's mind. Qui-Gon's eyes skimmed downwards and his apprentice's excitement was more than obvious though the young man's pale trousers.

"I believe this fetish requires investigation," Qui-Gon said formally, and saw the spark of intense interest in Obi-Wan's eyes. "We must explore exactly what effect my beard has on your reactions, it may prove useful."

He spoke as if it was just another training exercise a game they had played before. His Padawan licked his lips in anticipation, and only said two words, "Yes, Master."

The End