Summary: A tropical island, a night's festivities, some
swimming....you get the idea....
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Obi-Wan Kenobi was bored.
He lay stretched out on his stomach on the wide brightly
coloured bed and watched his Master working on the day's
report. In spite of the humid, warm air Qui-Gon Jinn was still
dressed in leggings, two tunics and short boots, while his
Padawan was wearing the gifts the Tribal Leader has presented
him; a floral wrap tied around his hips and a coral necklet and
sandals held on by braided wrappings wound around his legs up
to the knees. And nothing else.
Zahari was a tropical world, mostly ocean scattered with
thousands of islands. There had been some trouble between the
ruling island councils and a mining company that had
practically cheated the naive natives into allowing mining on
one of their huge sand islands. What the natives hadn't
realised was just how much dirt and muck and noise such an
operation would produce. One the one hand there was income for
a world who's only other profit came from tourism and fruit. On
the other hand there was the disruption caused to the placid
lifestyle. The two Jedi had been sent to try and find some sort
of mutual ground that worked for both.
It hadn't taken long for Obi-Wan to relax under the influence
Zahari's warm sun, friendly people and relaxed lifestyle. His
Master, on the other hand, seemed to become even more withdrawn
and formal. The more Obi-Wan shrugged off the Jedi style in
favour of local custom, the more restrained Qui-Gon became. The
more friends Obi-Wan made among the local young people, the
more reserved Qui-Gon became towards those same young people.
He didn't criticise his Padawan for wearing less or for
spending time with others his own age, Obi-Wan noted. In fact,
conversation had hardly taken place at all!
He was about to suggest they go out for dinner when there was a
knock on he door. Obi-Wan rolled off the bed and went to answer
it, smiling at the sight of one of his new friends, a young
woman named Chiari.
"Good evening, Obi-Wan."
"Evening, Chiari. Would you like to come in?"
She peered around the door and bobbed her head at Qui-Gon's
restrained expression. "Oh...no...thank you. We...the
others...I thought you might like to come out with us tonight.
Some of us are having a Tipanni on the beach."
"Tipanni?"
She smiled, her attractive brown eyes wide and enthusiastic.
"Its a combination party, dance and celebration. Omani is
celebrating his ascension and we thought you might to come
along. If you Master doesn't mind."
Qui-Gon looked back down to his report. "Of course not,
Obi-Wan. Enjoy yourself."
Obi-Wan grinned. "Excellent. Thank you Chiari. Now, what about
this ascension thing....." He followed the young woman down the
corridor and out of the guest residence, chatting happily.
After reading the same section of my report four times and
making no more sense of it than the first, I decided it was
time for a break. It wasn't that I was tired, but the entire
evening had been one long distraction. The warm, scented air,
so different from Coruscant, had given me an odd desire to walk
barefoot through the sand on the beach so close to the door of
our guest residence. The breeze drifting in though the open
window stirred the hair at my face and I imagined fingers
running through it, fingers other than my own. Fingers
belonging to a body I really shouldn't be thinking about in
that way at all.
I recognised that I'd been somewhat distant towards Obi-Wan
over the preceding days but it was either retreat into Jedi
Master Control Mode or do something really inappopriate. Like
strip that piece of cloth off my Padawan and find out just how
far that tan went.
There, I'd done it again. Let my stupid fantasies intrude on my
realtime thoughts. It was obvious that while I was in such a
wayward mood I would get no work done. I switched off the
notepad, stood and walked to the open windows, pushed the
curtains apart and stood looking out over the moonlit scene. It
was a beautiful world. The light from Zahari's twin moons,
currently both full, turned the ocean silver. The air was rich
with saltsmell, with the rhythmic booming of the waves on the
sand. Flames flickered from torches set along the pathway
leading down to the ocean and it was quiet, so perfectly
peaceful that I was suddenly impatient of the sterility of work
and ethic, of control.
Stepping back inside I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and
slipped out over the balcony to the ground a few feet below. It
was a short walk to the empty beach and I kicked off my boots -
the sand was as soft, as pleasant as I thought it would be. It
had been a long time since I'd had the opportunity swim in an
ocean, to just relax into an act of pure hedonism that required
no permission or examination. I decided to simply go with the
impulse, to spoil myself a little.
I looked about to make certain I was unobserved before
undressing and folding my clothing in a pile on the sand. It
was a strange to feel the warm water on my skin as walked out
into the shallows. Strange, but pleasant. I pushed forward
against the incoming tide and dived into deeper water.
The ocean was a vast dark pond as I surfaced and swam out,
kicking through the water, thinking of nothing but the pleasure
of that unfettered freedom. The Force swirled around me as
powerful and pure as the water that bore me up and I revelled
in both, twisting over into a backstroke, powering through the
water in easy overarm strokes. Not wanting to get too far from
shore I angled in to swim parallel to the beach. The night was
quiet with just a slight offshore breeze tickling the swell,
carrying the scent of blossom and .... spicy food.
My nose twitched and I stopped swimming, floating in place as I
tasted the air. There was a bright patch of light on the shore
more or less opposite where I swam and, curious, I went in for
a closer look. As I drew near I heard music, drum beat and
youthful voices and laughter.
Ah, it had to be the party that Obi-Wan had been invited to. I
was about to turn back when I decided to go in for a peek. No
serious intent to disturb or pry, just a mild curiosity to
observe the locals at play.
Something about swimming alone at night in a vast, warm ocean
had relaxed me to the point where it didn't seem odd at all to
swim to shore and walk up the dark beach with nothing on my
skin by the warm ocean water. Though the double moons made it
easy enough for me to see where I was going there were still
more than enough shadows to hide in. My Force abilities would
also warn me if anyone were to venture near. I was curious,
relaxed, more at peace than I'd been in a long while. Something
drew me to the light and the noise and I slid down behind a low
bush and parted the leaves to see.
Gas touches had been set on poles in a circle around an open
patch of ground among the trees. About twenty young people were
gathered there, lying on bright soft blankets spread across the
ground. Some laughed, or fed each other fruit from large bowls
or drank cups of the Island's spicy fruit wine. I heard a
familiar voice and caught sight of Obi-Wan. He was seated
between Chiari and a young man I assumed to be her brother.
They were watching a girl and a boy dancing in the centre of
the open ground, moving gracefully to the rhythmic beat of
music made by four musicians playing drums, pipes and a
stringed lute.
Chiari was feeding him fruit and I watched him smile as she
placed a piece of sliced melon into his mouth. She touched his
lips, wiped a trace of juice from his chin and licked the juice
off her fingers.
That image caused a series of rather odd reactions. Jealousy.
Arousal. An overwhelming desire to run my tongue over that
succulent mouth and taste the juice. I shook my head in silent
bemusement. It seemed there was no fool like an old one. When
he had lovely girls and beautiful boys to caress him, what
interest would he have in the touch of his old Master? It was
the seed of a fantasy doomed never to flower. To watch others
do with him what I could not was both a pain and a pleasure,
and certainly the only pleasure of this nature I was likely to
have.
The girl who had been dancing walked over to where Obi-Wan lay
and spoke to Chiari, her hand gesturing at their guest. I saw
him laugh and shake his head. Both girls stood, took hold of
him and pulled him to his feet, smiling, ignoring his continued
laughing refusal. He was dragged into the centre of the ring
and gave in finally, shrugging. Chiari stood behind him, her
hands on his hips, her chin on his shoulder and spoke into his
ear, showing him the moves. The music started again and they
began to sway and I saw he was barefooted and that wreaths of
blossoms had been hung around his neck and ankles and wound
into his braid. As he moved his sun-bronzed skin glowed in the
shifting yellow light like some pagan image, a young laughing
god.
The beat increased and Chiari danced around in front of him and
their movements flowed together. As the music's pace picked up
even more Chiari left Obi-Wan to dance alone. His movements
became a mixture of dance and Jedi training moves as he leaped
and swayed, his body twisting and spinning without flaw or
stumble on the uneven ground.
He was so beautiful it made my heart ache just to watch him.
With a final leap and spin he landed on one knee and flourished
a low bow to his audience, who cheered and gathered him into
their laughing ranks, offering him drinks and food. I doubted
he would the spend the night either alone or sleeping.
With a sigh and a feeling halfway between pleasure and pain I
slipped back into the shadows and jogged back down the beach.
Collecting my clothing I climbed back into our rooms, washed
the sand off my body and climbed into bed. It was quite a long
while before I fell asleep.
I was woken the next morning by a light touch on my shoulder
and I came awake abruptly, looked up into my Padawan's face.
"What time is it?" I muttered as I rolled over, pulling the
sheet with me, remembering suddenly that I gone to bed straight
after my shower without bothering to put anything on.
"Just after the eight hour. " Obi-Wan was wearing his wrap
again, as he stood in front of my mirror running a comb through
his short hair. "The Tribal representatives just send a
messenger without word that there has been some of technical
difficulty regarding the planned meetings. Everything set for
today has been cancelled." He turned and smiled at me, hands on
his hips. "So, we have the day to ourselves. I wondered if you
might like to pack a lunch and do some exploring of the
island."
With reports to finish, calls to make, statistics to check, I
should have said no. His sunny smile convinced me otherwise.
"Very well. If you organise the supplies I'll check in with the
council and get dressed." Even as I did, I wondered why he
wasn't going off with his new friends instead of wanting to be
with me. Me he could see any day, freedom from duties was a
rarity and it seemed a little odd. However, we didn't often
have time to ourselves for relaxation and I chose not to
investigate the reasoning too closely.
The island we were on wasn't the largest on the planet, but it
wasn't the smallest either and was basically the top of a
submerged gigantic mountain. Beyond the coastal strip the
island rose to a series of hills leading up to a single
cloud-shrouded peak. Walking trails wound all through the hills
and up the mountain's side. With food in a backpack that
Obi-Wan carried we headed off along one of the more scenic
tracks. After an hour's walk we were meeting few people and
once into the cool dappled shadows of the forest on the
mountain's side we met even less.
It was very quiet and I relaxed into the gentle rhythm of the
walk, in the rich, verdant energy of the living Force all
around me. There is nothing like the purity of the Force
available on a life-rich world. Worlds like Coruscant still
created the Force, of course, due to their immense populations.
On this world, though, it was a more basic, almost primitive
energy. It hummed all around us, carried on the breeze like a
perfume, intermingled with sunshine, fresh air and ever-present
smell of the ocean.
We stopped for a lunch in a particularly beautiful spot. The
high wall of a hillside dropped away into a cutting covered
with vegetation and a stream fell over the edge of the sharp
drop in a waterfall some thirty feet high. The pond at the
bottom was pure and clean and very deep, worn by the rush of
water over who knew how many millennia. By mid-day it was hot
even in the shade of the trees and I decided to take a swim
before lunch. Obi-Wan came with me and I gave little thought to
swimming naked in his presence - we had done so on one or two
occasions when the circumstances had required it.
As I prepared to walk into the pond he looked up at the
hillside and grinned. "I think I'll take a dive."
"Hmm." I looked up at the only place available for that, some
twenty feet up the cliffside. "That's a good drop, let me check
the water for depth first."
"Fine. I'll climb up there and you can let me know if it's
safe."
I left him to his climb and slid into the water. It was cool,
deliciously so and I and swam out to the centre and slid under
for a look. Aside from some floating vegetation which I cleared
aside there didn't seem to be any danger and the pond was more
than deep enough as long as he hit the centre. I paddled
backwards and called the details out to Obi-Wan as he climbed,
saw his hand raised in acknowledgement.
I swam back to the shallows and floated on my back to watch
him. He reached the small ledge and looked down, judging his
dive. I could sense his linking to the Force, cantering himself
and finding his perfect balance. He moved back a few paces, ran
forward, and launched himself off the ledge.
He flew, arms out, spinning into a perfect fall. With the grace
and timing that being Jedi allowed him he struck the water at a
perfect angle, slicing underwater and emerging shortly
afterwards, grinning. I heard his laugh as he swam towards me.
"That was great! There's a certain thrill to it, at that moment
when you throw yourself off into the air. Why don't you try it,
Master?"
At that moment all I could think of was how beautiful he was,
gleaming and golden under the sun, flushed the simple pleasure
of life.
I felt the sudden desire to tease him. "Such childish pursuits
are beyond the dignity of a Master. I shall leave them to the
young."
With no word and only the sudden spark of mischief in his eyes,
Obi-Wan ducked under the water. I sensed his approach and
kicked out, pushed myself backwards only to find him behind and
under me. My legs were grabbed and I was pulled under.
I believe I yelped in surprise and swallowed a mouthful of
water. Spluttering, I came up to find him sprinting towards the
far side of the pond, his aura alive with humour.
"Come back here, young man!"
He spun over and back-stroked. "I don't think so.."
I swam towards him lazily. "Probably a wise move, Padawan,
since I don't imagine you could get away with that again."
He stopped, suddenly and I could see the gleam in his eyes. "A
challenge! Ah well, in that case."
"Oh, no!" I spun around in the water, trying to locate him but
the water and his sudden changes of direction confused me. I
felt a pair of hands grab my legs and I was suddenly lifted out
of the water and dumped.
As he surfaced I grabbed my laughing Padawan and wrapped my
arms around his chest. "Manhandling your Master not once, but
twice. I think.." And then he spun in my arms, slick and warm
and I found myself face to face with him, very close, so close
that I could feel the heat of his body, sense his breath on my
skin, feel the treasured beat of his heart.
I've no idea how it happened. Sometimes moments take control of
our lives in a pattern of Fate, directing us beyond the borders
of reason. All I know is that as I held him without the
trappings of civilization on and around us, every normal
restraint just - vanished.
I didn't actually do anything for a few seconds, just looked at
him. I'm not sure how my expression changed or what my eyes
might have been saying but it caused him to freeze and then he
was holding me back, wrapping his legs around me and the love
I'd felt for him for so long flowed along the link before I
could disguise it. I tried to move away but he held me and I
saw and sensed the surprise unfold into something closer to my
own amazingly revealed passions.
If we spoke I don't recall the words. Buoyed up by the warm
water we floated together. His hands worked their way up my
back and at about the same moment that I took his head in my
hands, his hands linked behind my head and we pulled each other
forward into that first kiss.
There are kisses and then there is having one's soul sucked out
through one's mouth. My Padawan is really very, very good at
kissing. He suckled on my lips, worked his tongue around mine
and we only pulled away in order to stop from suffocating. I
was rigid with arousal; not just in the obvious place but all
over, a single aroused organ from the top of my head to the
tips of my toes.
Then he began to undulate against me. I think I made some
disgustingly uncontrolled sound that was very close to a
whimper. It seemed to please him, the sound and sight of
Qui-Gon Jinn reduced to a floating helpless wreck and the
wretch increased his actions, working his groin against mine
until I was babbling. Well, not babbling exactly but certainly
not making a great deal of sense.
He slid around my side and put his mouth to my ear. "We need to
go ashore, Master."
"Very well." Actually, what I said was a wordless growl that
made him laugh. He began to paddle backwards, towing me inshore
like a ship rescued for salvage. I finally found myself lying
on my back on the warm sand with Obi-Wan stretched out on top
of me. He stroked the wet hair off my face and spread his legs
on either side of my thighs, taking the weight off me.
I'd finally started to reconnect my higher intellect and took
his face in both hands. "Obi-Wan, we must consider this. Our
relationship is too important to risk for a one-time
dalliance."
"I know." His own hands were stroking my hair and his eyes
shone with affection. "I would never just dally with you,
Qui-Gon. But if you want me to stop, I will. You are the
Master, I will follow your words."
And he would too, would climb off me, get dressed, we would eat
lunch and carry on. Though not as if nothing had happened.
Something had happened and some doors, once opened, cannot be
closed.
"But," he continued, "I should mention that I love you."
As much as I wanted to hear it, I still found it astonishing.
"With a universe of young people to chose from, I find that
surprising. Gratifying," I hurriedly added, seeing his frown,
"but surprising."
"I do not chose my lovers for age, appearance, intellect or
position."
I had to smile. "Three out of four isn't bad, I suppose.
Though, in all modesty, I think the matter of appearance is
questionable. And the position, at this moment, is nearly
perfect."
"I didn't mean.!" He laughed and I gave up striving for logic,
and pulled him down for another of those excellent kisses.
"Stop talking, Padawan, and make love to me," I said into his
mouth and he groaned, finally, and began doing just that.
We did the sort of things both of us had wanted to. I kissed
every part of that wonderful body I could easily reach. He
touched me with delicate intimacy, exploring my skin, looking
for those places that made me gasp, and some that made me beg.
I found that kissing the inside of his thighs triggered some
really noisy convulsions. He discovered that licking and
sucking my feet reduced me to idiocy.
We spent most of the afternoon doing nothing but cataloguing
erogenous zones. When we'd located all of them, I opened myself
up to him and felt the inexpressible pleasure of having him
inside me and around me, body and mind. With my arms and legs
wrapped around him as he moved inside me, giving me pleasure
equal to his own, I could watch his face and see the surprised
delight as our Force auras blended together.
He'd never considered that, of course, how marvellous it was
for Jedi to make love. I taught him, over that long, lazy
afternoon, what it was to be loved by a Jedi Master and he
taught me that the time of loneliness was over at last. I had
found the soul mate I'd never thought I would. Though rarely
given glimpses of the shifting pattern of the future through
the Force, it told me in that moment that this love would be
with me till my death. However far along the road of years that
would be I couldn't tell. However far it was, it would be
enough
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