|darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback,|
@ 2005-04-07 21:48:00
Original poster: jedi_runya
Title: Redemption on Bandomeer
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: There is none listed at the M-A archive, so if someone knows of one, I will change it.
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/r/r
Reasons for recommending: This little angst fest is one of the few stories that I really want to kick Obi-Wan. It is a wonderful story
that highlights all of the struggles Qui and Obi go through to find each other again. It is one of the few angsty stories that I will read again and again.
"I had been planning on giving you something special for your naming day next month," Obi-Wan said suddenly. "But after all that's happened,
I don't think it's something you would want."
"I would cherish anything you chose to give me," Qui-Gon replied. He did not understand the sudden change of subject, especially not to
something as trivial as a naming day present. But he had trained his padawan well, so maybe this was not so trivial after all.
"Are you certain?" Obi-Wan asked, his eyes going hard and calculating as he spoke.
"Ye... yes," Qui-Gon answered, dismayed at the lack of strength in his reply.
"Perhaps," came the non-committal reply.
"You could give it to me now, if you like," Qui-Gon suggested.
"Are you sure you want me to, Master?" Obi-Wan prompted. "Because I'm fairly certain this will make or break us, one way or the other."
"Yes," Qui-Gon said, more firmly this time. He could not for the life of him imagine how a simple gift could be so important, but he trusted
his padawan's judgement.
"Very well," Obi-Wan whispered.
He reached out then and grasped the back of Qui-Gon's head. His master started at the sudden movement but made no move to pull
away. Very slowly, Obi-Wan leaned forward until his face was mere inches from the other man's. He paused for a second as if gripped
by indecision, then leaned forward the rest of the way and lay his lips gently on those of his master.
Qui-Gon froze at the sudden feel of those soft, lush lips on his own. He had fantasized for years about just what those succulent lips
would taste like. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever find out. For what in all the worlds would his beautiful, vibrant,
sexy padawan want with a dusty old relic like him.
Obi-Wan felt his master's shock and held them where they were. He would give the man time enough to recover before making any
movements.Let him be the one to decide to pull away or not. Long seconds ticked by when suddenly Qui-Gon's mouth flowered open
with a groan and hepulled his beautiful padawan forward.
Tongues met and dueled as each gave in to the fire inside. At last, Obi-Wan pulled back. Qui-Gon let him go with a reluctant moan.
Both men knelt staring at each other and panting on the kitchen floor. But long years of Jedi training served them well and their run
away emotions were quickly brought to heel.
"That was... that was my gift?" Qui-Gon asked in amazed wonder.
"Yes, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan replied. "I was also going to tell you that I loved you. That I had been in love with you for some time."
"Had, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon questioned, not wanting to hear the answer.
"I... I'm not sure anymore," the young knight answered honestly. "I need some time to think. To adjust to everything."
"To get over the hurt I put you through," Qui-Gon supplied. Obi-Wan simply nodded. "Please, love, don't throw us away before
giving us a chance. I..."
"I know," Obi-Wan cut him off. "Just give me a little time."
"I will give you all the time you need, Obi-Wan. This is too important to risk a mistake."