darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-11-19 09:12:00 |
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Original poster: karitawyr
Title: It's not what you say...
Author: Barbana
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Qui-Gon-Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Warnings: None
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: barbanaqoc @ hotmail.com or barbana @ pacbell.net, Barbana Art (it's art not fiction, but lovely, lovely art. Go see!), barbana
Link to story: It's not what you say...
Reasons for recommending: A recent discussion on the master-apprentice list about what's hot in vanilla sex brought this little gem to mind again. It hits many of the buttons people mentioned including both of mine.
Quote from story:
Slowly unfolding himself from the chair he stood a moment just gazing at his apprentice. With sure, deliberate steps Qui-Gon brought himself across the room to stand before his apprentice. He put one hand against the wall and the other on the back of Obi-Wan's neck, his thumb resting against the strong muscles of his neck. Qui-Gon could feel the pulse of his Padawan's heart beating strongly under his hand and felt it jump when he slowly leaned over the smaller man. Crowding him slightly against the cool bulkhead, Qui-Gon leaned in even farther to let his breath ghost over Obi-Wan's face as he brought his lips so close to Obi-Wan's that Obi-Wan was sure he could feel the warmth from his Master's lips on his own. Qui-Gon was close enough that Obi-Wan could feel the soft fabric from his Master's tunic rubbing slightly against his bared chest. They stood there warm breath mingling, Obi-Wan adrift in the sensation of being so close to his Master and yet not touching him. The only physical contact was the warm strong hand cradling his neck, and the thumb pressed against his pulse.
At last Qui-Gon lifted his head so he could look at his apprentice, smiling slightly at the picture Obi-Wan made. Face flushed, his eyes had darkened with desire and were staring almost sightless into his own. Obi-Wan's tongue came out to wet his lips reflexively and Qui-Gon found himself staring hungrily at the movement, wanting nothing more at that moment than to replace Obi-Wan's tongue with his own.
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Having spoken with Barbana, it would seem that she doesn't think much of her writing efforts, but I love this story, so much so that I saved it to my hard drive four years ago. Admittedly it could have used a little beta work, but I still find it to be one of those fics that makes me say, "Is it warm in here?"