darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-07-27 06:48:00 |
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The Apprentice Master by Lilith Sedai, Lorelei, Cori Lannam, and Kate Evans
Original poster: elance
I'd like to welcome you to Smut Tuesday! My eight recs will be stories that are, IMHO, not only well-written, but hothothot.
Title: The Apprentice Master
Author: Lilith Sedai, Lorelei, Cori Lannam, and Kate Evans
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Warnings: BDSM of the sensation play type, but nothing that should disturb anyone.
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id:
Lilith Sedai: cara_chapel
Lorelei: loreleif
Cori Lannam: marzilla
Kate Evans: lapislaz
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
Reasons for recommending: This is one I go back to time and again whenever I need my Obi-on-top fix. I would love to see more stories that turned the tables of the master/apprentice relationship so neatly.
In line with later canon, the setup here is also interesting -- a Jedi-only sex club where Padawans, Knights, and Masters go to relieve their tensions. I do wish there had been a sequel that explored more of /why/ a Jedi-only sex club was needed so much. Of course, more hot sex wouldn't hurt either.
And well, these authors can write the hot sex, keeping firmly in Obi-Wan's point of view and at the same time conveying Qui-Gon's feelings and frustrations. In this story, we see the transformation of Obi-Wan from a sexually timid young man to a confident top, and the transformation of Qui-Gon from a rather smug submissive into someone who is truly submissive, and, interestingly enough, that makes the relationship an equal one.
Quote from story:
"Now stop." Obi-Wan took his time as he removed his boots, aware that Qui-Gon was frozen in place, waiting for him. He set them aside and dropped to the floor, toes sinking into the lush rug that lay before the alcove. He stepped forward, moving near to Qui-Gon, standing so close that only a whisper of space separated their bodies. "I may be just a Padawan," Obi-Wan whispered, "but my Master has taught me a great deal about control."
He lifted his chin and touched his lips to Qui-Gon's for the space of a breath, then held there, close enough to feel the quickening breaths on his face. The dark eyes seemed impossibly wide and deep this close; still mild, but Obi-Wan could feel them weighing him, anticipating his next move. No. He could not allow himself to be second-guessed.
"Don't move." They stood so close that any movement was a caress, every word a kiss. "If you move, I will stop anything that brings you pleasure. If you move, you will be punished. Do you understand me?"