darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-11-07 23:42:00 |
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Original poster: gloriana
Title: Resisting Temptations
Author: Keelywolfe
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings:
No warnings.
Author's LJ id keelywolfe
Author's email: keelywolfe@spatulaproductions.net
Author's website: http://www.ravenswing.com/~keelywolfe/
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/r/r
Reasons for recommending: Keelywolfe's work is a great example of how stories written by an author with a decided preference for one of the characters can nevertheless satisfy readers with a decided preference for the other. This is her third recommendation, from a raft of solid, sex- and angst-filled stories in the fandom. Resisting Temptations has a deftness of touch, and a quirkiness of characterisation, that has always made it stand out even in relation to the rest of her work: a year after I read it, I wrote her a 40k piece of feedback on it, because there was just so much to say about the way she developed the emotions between Obi and Qui. Lucky for you, I shall spare you all that. :)
Basic plot: Obi-Wan's big mouth manages to land himself and his master in a situation where they must have sex in public (just to show that the hoary old plots are still the best ones). Just how will they manage it - and how will it affect their relationship afterwards?
Quote from story:
Without conscious thought I dropped to my knees, bowing so that my forehead was pressed to the floor. "Master, I am so sorry. Please forgive me." Finally, an emotion leaked past Qui-Gon's iron control, the last emotion that I would have expected. Shock. He sank to his knees next to me, forcing me to sit up.
"Obi-Wan, I'm not angry, it's all right." He sighed then, "This isn't your fault, my Padawan," he smiled wryly, "At least not entirely." He rubbed his temples tiredly and my guilt level raised yet another notch. This mission had been difficult as it was without my adding on to it with my foolishness.
Another sigh and he shifted to lean against wall, pulling his knees up and tilted his head upward. I moved to sit next to him and we both studied the ceiling for a time, as if all the answers of the universe were written on the tiles.
Extra comments:
My only dissatisfaction with this story is with the last third, which doesn't quite fulfill the promise of the earlier sections. But it's hard to imagine an ending that would have, given the level of writing which precedes it.