darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-10-09 13:03:00 |
|
|||
Original poster: elayna88
Title: Padawan Learner
Author: Tue
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Chan, rape/non-con
Author's website: http://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/TUE/tue
Link to story: http://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/TUE/pad
Reasons for recommending: Padawan Learner is an unusual story for me to recommend, as normally I wouldn't have made it past the first few pages. There be darkness at the Jedi Temple, a darkness that has battered Obi-Wan both emotionally and physically. But I soldiered on because the fic had been rec'ced, and I'm glad I did. Obi-Wan is wounded, but he still has a resolute determination and inner strength that feels very true to the canon character. Qui-Gon has been wounded too, by Xanatos' defection to the dark side, and is deeply conflicted by the relationship in which he finds himself with Obi-Wan. The trust and love that grows slowly between the two as they learn about each other and develop their Master-Padawan relationship simply makes me melt, and seems particularly true and moving, having triumphed over such a troubled beginning.
Force... there was a bruised sweetness to the boy; his hands slid around almost involuntarily to cradle the slender neck and support the sweetly rounded skull. Obi-Wan's initiate-long hair was still wet with sweat from his last match, sliding through Qui-Gon's fingers. Qui-Gon quested deeper and the young one opened up to him obediently, letting the master's tongue explore his small, plum-sweet mouth. Obi-Wan's hands did not rise to his shoulders or hair, the boy's body did not melt against his. He simply stood, dignified and withdrawn even in this moment, open and accepting, but failing to respond to the gentle, inviting strokes of Qui-Gon's tongue.
A soft titter erupted from somewhere down the line and Kenobi tensed like a drawn wire; Qui-Gon drew back instinctively, brows pulling together, and shot a threatening glare in its direction, sternly quelling the other candidate. Already, even after so little, he was protecting the boy... and it felt inexplicably right, perfect... perfect like the taste of the sweet but passive mouth. Perfect like the mesh of malleable, bruised spirit yielding to questing mind. Protecting Obi-Wan felt like what he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing.