Jarkai Fiction and Graphics (jarkai) wrote in starwars_fic, @ 2007-06-11 17:03:00 |
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True Colors (Obi/Qui, 324 Words)
Title: True Colors - (323 Words)
Author: jarkai
Rating/Pair: Mature / Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Pre-TPM.
Notes: These characters belong to George Lucas, and I am making no profit from their use.
Clothed only in the splendor of your hair, you pose upon the divan, your tanned skin golden against the deep red of the cushions. Slowly you spread your legs, revealing closely trimmed curls, and my mouth goes dry. I grip my paintbrush tighter.
Your mouth quirks within the shadow of your beard. "Careful, Obi-Wan. I do believe you need that."
"Yes, Master," I whisper, and briefly dip my head. It is all I can do. When I look up again, you have turned slightly to gaze out the window at the Coruscanti sunset, broad and vivid beyond the glass. That horizon, those colors... they are the very reason I have asked you here, and yet they now seem small and pallid in comparison to your profile.
You glance in my direction. "It was very generous of Master Andaris to lend us her quarters, don't you think?"
"Attachment is forbidden, Master," I reply, eyes exploring the column of your throat. "She shouldn't mind."
You laugh, truly amused, and recline further on the divan. How still you become, so like a statue, and yet I can see the pulse fluttering in your throat, all that betrays you, that and the cock rising slowly between your thighs. I ache to lay my hands on it, to drop to my knees and take it in my mouth, but I know you will not let me. Not for many, many hours yet, not until the lion has finished playing with the mouse.
It does not matter.
I take a breath and flex sweat-slick fingers. Brush touches palette, brush touches canvas, and I mark out the expanse of your shoulders. For an instant, our gazes meet again, and I paint faster, shaping chest and hips.
It does not matter how long I must wait.
Later I will have your portrait, and it will be enough, for in your painted eyes I will have proof that you wanted me too.