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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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
"Do you love me?"
he finally asked.
there was no hesitation, and yet Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan spoke the
"How long have
you loved me?" he found the question on his lips before he
had time to really think about it.
was the reply.
"And how long
will you love me?" Qui-Gon continued, finishing the train
of thought going through his mind.
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."