darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-10-27 08:58:00 |
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Destiny's Embrace by Ghostwriter
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Destiny's Embrace
Author: Ghostwriter
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Categories: Angst, POV, First Time
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Spoilers according to the author: m/m sexual situations This story takes place directly following TPM. Major spoilers ahead.
Author's LJ and email: the_haunt, becknord@netwurx.net
Author's Web Site: http://www.netwurx.net/~becknord/in
Link to the story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
Reason for recommending:
Angst, joyful sex, and more angst, all the ingredients for a heart-wrenchingly beautiful story (at least in my opinion). There is introspective from Obi-Wan and painful memories of happiness. Ghostie does a very complete job of bring the grief to life. Memories of what had been and could have been are at the core of this mourning. A true reality check story if ever I saw one.
Quote:
Passion mounted as Qui-Gon took the younger man's lead, maneuvering his hips upward and bringing his penis to rest against the entrance to his lover's body. Both men stopped breathing, then, the older Jedi waiting patiently for permission to continue. Their kiss had silently ended, two sets of blue eyes locked onto each other.
Please...
The unspoken plea was all Qui-Gon needed. Together, they concentrated on the Force that surrounded them, allowing it to guide their movements. With slow, gentle pressure, the two bodies came together as one, the Force providing the necessary lubrication. Obi-Wan shook with the intensity of the experience, his breathing already ragged. A sharp burst of pleasure shook him as Qui-Gon pressed against his prostate deep inside. The older man smiled as his apprentice moaned and shuddered beneath him.
"This is what life is all about, Padawan," he whispered seductively into Obi-Wan's ear. Always remember to enjoy each precious moment... With that thought, Qui-Gon began to thrust his hips gently. The younger man cried out, reaching out to his master as the build-up began in earnest. Loving fingers traced his lover's shoulders and chest, feeling the strength of powerful muscles rippling beneath the surface. Qui-Gon watched the younger man's expression as he moved within him, the pleasure he saw there bringing tears to his eyes. Again and again their bodies met, rocking slowly with their rhythm. There was no rush. Heated flesh rubbed against more heated flesh, sighs and whimpers of pleasure echoing through the bed chamber.
More from the Sistah:
This story is a wonderful dichotomy of grief and joy. It is a story of joy wrapped in a story of despair. And the joy is punctuated by sweet hot sex that could melt anyone's heart. Golly, I just dig this story!