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Title: Joy Ride - an ABH

by: Sherrie

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Summary: You're a long way from home on a dark road in the middle of nowhere.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimers: Grand Master Lucas owns Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan lock, stock, and....ah...yeah, barrel. Damn. I guess I¹ll just have to put them back when I¹m done. I got no money-honey, so don¹t come looking to sue me for any.

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Part 8

As you drift away into darkness, you feel a comforting presence in your mind again. It feels similar to what you felt when Obi-Wan was in your mind, but somehow the texture is different, with more depth and a silken feel, as opposed to Obi-Wan's satin.

The warm presence surrounds and comforts you. You feel as if you're floating in a warm pool of water and every discomfort is being washed out of you, like stains from a rag. As the last of your pain drifts away, awareness abandons you completely.

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"....wake up...." a soft, deep voice whispers in your ear and you feel a hand gently shake your shoulder.

You open your eyes and wipe your sleep numbed face with one hand. You blink your eyes in disorientation for a moment before finally realizing the room is dark. A large figure looms over you.

"Wake up, my dear," the voice whispers again. "You need to eat."

"Mmmmmmmm.....Qui-Gon......what time is it?" you ask

"I don't know how you measure your time, but it is well after sundown. You've been sleeping a long time. You really should get up and eat before you starve."

"I'm up, I'm up....." Your belly rumbles in agreement with Qui-Gon. "What, et tu Brutus?" you dramatize, slapping your stomach.

Qui-Gon chuckles softly and offers you an arm to help you off the bed. You're still wearing the flannel robe Obi-Wan gave you earlier. You feel stiff and achy, but your ankle is almost pain free and the cuts and scratches on your arms and legs don't hurt at all.

You walk into the light of the kitchen. Obi-Wan stands again at the wood stove, stirring a large pot on the stove. His long braid is draped out of the way over his shoulder. The rich aroma of mutton and red wine reaches through your nostrils and twists your hungry stomach into knots.

Obi-Wan chuckles and turns towards you as your stomach rumbles and growls again.

"Hmmmmm....good evening. Overslept again I see..." he quirks a smile and an eyebrow at you. His smile is infectious and you smile back at him.

"Yes, Obi-Wan, I'm starving, too. I don't suppose you can rescue me from that as well?" you ask him daringly.

"Hmmmmmm...." is his only verbal reply, but he turns to the counter to grab a bowl. Qui-Gon ushers you over to a chair as Obi-Wan ladles a thick stew into the bowl. Qui-Gon sits down on one side of you while Obi-Wan sets the bowl down in front of you and then turns to sit in the chair opposite you at the table.

Greedily you dig into the bowl. The lamb is tender and flavorful and the gravy is rich with wine and spices. Peas, potatoes, and carrots all add to the flavor of the stew.

Obi-Wan chuckles at your display of hunger. "I told you, you over did it again, Master," he chides Qui-Gon.

"Hush Obi-Wan. Let her eat in peace."

It takes an effort to slow your eating enough to savor the stew. But finally your desperation dries up and your hunger is sated. You drop the spoon into the now empty bowl. "That was wonderful. Thank you Obi-Wan."

He grins broadly, "You're welcome."

"So tell me, how is it that you're always the one cooking?" you ask Obi-Wan innocently.

He laughs. "Well, first off," his tone drops and become ultra serious and almost comical, "it is the responsibility of a Padawan to see to his Master's needs..."

"Obi-Wan...." Qui-Gon warns.

Obi-Wan's smile quirks sideways again, "but really it's just that Master Qui-Gon is a horrible cook, so I had to learn out of self defense!" He finishes quickly and just manages to duck Qui-Gon's open handed swipe.

"Impudent boy!" he growls mockingly.

You watch the interplay with delight, not knowing, or caring, whether or not this is a typical scene between these two.

Qui-Gon slaps ineffectively at Obi-Wan again, who just leans back in his chair with his arms across his chest. He laughs at Qui-Gon and you give into the temptation and join in.

Qui-Gon turns to you, "Oh ho, I'm surrounded by impertinent youths," he jokes, clutching his fist to his chest. He looks at you with a glint in his eye. But the glint quickly softens, as do his features. Gently he takes one of your arms in his.

"Here, let me see how we did on those cuts..." he pulls your arm out straight and pushes the sleeve of the robe back. "Hmmmmm.....yes, looks quite healed now," he comments.

You look at your arm with amazement. What had earlier in the day been a forearm covered in open and bleeding cuts and scratches was now an arm covered only in the palest of pink lines, as if long healed.

"Yes....quite nicely..." he murmurs, turning to pull the robe back from your thigh to examine the deep cuts from the thorns.

You stare in wonder at the sight of nothing worse than a red streak, like someone had taken a red ball-point pen and marked your leg with it. A shiver runs up your spine.

"What.....I.....what did you do?" you ask breathlessly.

Qui-Gon brushes the robe back over your leg and looks up at you with guileless eyes. "We healed your wounds," he states, as if it were an everyday occurrence that open and bleeding wounds can be healed in a matter of hours.

Obi-Wan leans forward, his arms crossed and elbows propped on the table. His errant braid slips down over his shoulder to hit the table top in front of him. "We are able to....speed up the healing process." He looks at you expectantly, as if wondering how you¹ll take that little bit of news.

You stare at your healed arm again, and rub your fingers across the pink lines. Sure enough, the scratches are completely closed and healed up. You look up at Qui-Gon again. He meets your gaze evenly. You turn and look across the table at Obi-Wan. He also returns your gaze calmly. You turn your attention down to your twisted ankle, which you notice for the first time is not wrapped with the ace bandage. You rotate it experimentally with one hand. It still twinges a little, but the pain is almost completely gone.

Qui-Gon takes your arm again and traces out the worst of the pink marks. "The marks will vanish in another day," he tells you. Another shiver runs up and down your spine...but this time you know it's not because of the strangeness of your situation. The movements of his fingers on your arm capture your eyes hypnotically and small sparks of electricity travel up your arm and throughout your body.

"Ahem..." Obi-Wan coughs surreptitiously, breaking your trance. "I think I'll go out for some fresh air..." he gets up from his chair and starts to walk towards the doorway, his face just ever so slightly tinged pink.

"Wait!" you pull your arm away from Qui-Gon's attention and reach out towards Obi-Wan. He halts and turns back towards you. "Earlier, when you showed me....the truth...." you hesitate, "...you showed me something else, too."

Obi-Wan looks confused and disconcerted. He stares at you warily.

You get up and walk over to where he stands like a statue. Up close, you notice for the first time the perfect sculpturing of his flesh. Your eyes come just to his chin. Beneath your gaze, his jaw muscle clench and relax. His pulse beats strongly just under the flawless skin of his throat, only inches away from your face. His honey colored braid dances ever so slightly against his chest. Absentmindedly, you realize you hadn't noticed just how long his braid really is. You can't help but to wonder what that braid would feel like against your bare skin. A deep and curious hunger roams through your body.

"I just...wanted to know if it also was true that...." Your words sound like whispers through the blood rushing in your ears.

"Is what true?" he whispers harshly. His eyes dilate ever so slightly.

"This...." You reach up and slip one hand around the back of his neck and pull him down towards you. You brush his lips lightly with your own. He freezes momentarily and then reaches for you hungrily. Strong arms clutch around you as he kisses you deeply. Your greedy tongues duel and spar together. The fingers of your free hand roam up the column of his neck, along his jaw line and cheek bone, and finally through his short hair. A small moan escapes his control, and you find yourself unable to stifle a reply.

What seems like an eternity later, you lean back from each other, gasping for breath. A sly smile crosses your face.

"I guess it's true then?" you ask rhetorically. You place both arms around his neck and sway your hips suggestively against his. His pulse beat quickens under his skin and his blue green eyes turn dark like the storm tossed sea. You tease him another moment longer. "Then I guess the other thing is true, too?"

You question seems to catch him off guard. His eyes blink for a moment uncomprehendingly.

You press onward, "You and your master.....share...everything?" Your response is another rapid flash of eyelashes, then his eyes seem to darken another degree or two. You stare up at him waiting for his response.

"Why of course...." a soft voice purrs at the back of your neck as warm, large hands envelop your shoulders. You find yourself now the one paralyzed as tender kisses are pressed into the nape of your neck. Your breath freezes in your throat.

Qui-Gon shifts his hands and caresses your arms and sides, his teeth nipping at the curve where your shoulder meets your neck. Obi-Wan cups your face in his hands, kissing you more intensely than before. Your knees start shaking. It's only a matter of seconds before your legs can no longer support your own weight. You sag back against Qui-Gon as his arms hold you up.

"Hmmmmm..." a soft kiss teases the hair behind one ear. "Maybe we..." another kiss is pressed to the top of your shoulder. "....should move somewhere..." Qui-Gon's wiry mustache tickles the skin at the nape of your neck. "...a little more comfortable.....?" Around breathless kisses, Obi-Wan murmurs his agreement.

With a roar of laughter, Qui-Gon hoists your torso, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your back to his chest. Obi-Wan lets out a chuckling hoot and picks your legs up off the ground. Together the two men carry you off down the hallway like a roll of carpet. You wiggle and struggle ineffectively, all the while fighting a losing battle against the giggles.

In the bedroom, they heave you up high into the air and you land on the bed hard, launching the pillow off onto the floor. You collapse on the bed in a fit of laughter. The two men both leap up on the bed with you and begin tickling you.

Amidst fits of laughter and half hearted attempts to ward off the worst of their attacks, you finally manage to draw just enough breath. "S....stop!" you beg. They both cease their attacks and look at you questioningly. It takes you a moment to catch your breath.

"Those...have *got* to go!" you point with both hands at the offending objects. Obi-Wan looks hurt as you point at his black and white Nike running shoes. Qui-Gon simply starts wrestling with his snake skin boots.

"Do as she says, Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon demands breathlessly, but Obi-Wan is already wasting no time untying his shoes and throwing them into a corner. Qui-Gon's boots join them a moment later. Together, they turn back towards you.

Qui-Gon cups your head in his hands and pulls you up to your knees. Demanding lips ravish you, blanketing you in kisses from your forehead to your chin. A pair of tanned arms snake around your waist from behind and tug at the cord holding your robe closed. Deft fingers untie the knot quickly.

Your breath catches in your throat as Qui-Gon shifts his attack and starts nibbling at your ear lobe. Your head lolls back, exposing your throat to his nips and kisses. Youthful hands pull at your arms, gently working the flannel robe off your shoulders. You shake and quiver almost violently as the cool room air on oversensitive skin makes every hair on your body stands up on end.

Obi-Wan rubs his hands on your back, as if warming chilled skin. If you didn't know any better, you'd swear the heat from his hands was hot enough to burn flesh to a cinder. You arch your back with the pleasure of it. Qui-Gon responds eagerly to cup your breasts with his own hot hands.

With eager fingers, you find the buttons on Qui-Gon's shirt and you start pulling at them. Obi-Wan pulls you back against his chest, putting you in a better position to disrobe his master. In your haste, a button pops off when you tug a little too hard. Obi-Wan chuckles, his chest rumbling and vibrating against your back.

"Gently!" he admonishes. "I'd rather not going hunting for Master Qui-Gon's missing buttons again.". The corner of Qui-Gon¹s mouth lifts into it¹s usual quirky smile. You attempt stifle your laughter, but a faint giggle manages to escape your control.

Obi-Wan grabs your wrists and pulls your arms close in along your body. You watch transfixed as Qui-Gon gets the last button and shrugs out of his shirt. You struggle a moment and free yourself from Obi-Wan's grip, the temptation to run your hands over Qui-Gon's broad chest is simply too much to resist.

But Qui-Gon seems to have other ideas in mind. As you reach out for him, he captures your arms and leans forward, carrying you onto your back and pressing you into the bed alongside Obi-Wan. Soft lips capture yours almost tentatively. One hand cups the back of your head while the other caresses your jaw and throat.

At your side, the mattress dips under Obi-Wan's weight. His hands flit over your skin, as if on a quest. Featherlight touches flitter down your belly, across your hips, and down one thigh.

You gasp into Qui-Gon's mouth as Obi-Wan's hand brushes across the hair over your mound. Qui-Gon answers softly, shifting one hand to your breast. Your back arches involuntarily, pressing your hot flesh into his hand. At your hip, Obi-Wan begins tasting your skin while one hand slips between your thighs, pulling your legs open slightly.

A talented finger slowly swirls the hair between your legs, making you moan and ache with need. Moisture wells up from deep within you. Qui-Gon swallows your scream as that talented finger swiftly strokes your hot and willing flesh. Then the weight at your hip is gone.

It takes you a brief moment to recover your breath. You open your eyes to find yourself staring into Qui-Gon's dark sapphire eyes. You rake your gaze down his lean form and cluck your tongue at him when you see he is still wearing his jeans.

"Tsk tsk....can't have this now, can we?"

You reach up and press your hand to his shoulder, pushing him away from you and back onto the bed. You smile at him predatorially and swing a leg over his abdomen. Qui-Gon's breath catches in his throat as you lay a trail of nips and kisses down his collar bone, across the plain of his chest, and down the trail of fine hair to his waist.

With deft fingers, you unfasten his belt and trousers. He arches his hips off the bed to allow you to tug and pull the jeans off his hips. Quickly you shuck the jeans down his legs and throw the offending clothing in the corner. Off to one side, Obi-Wan is divesting himself of his clothing.

Returning your attention to the man before you on the bed, you rest your gaze on his eager member. Devilishly, you lean down and sweep your tongue along it¹s length. Beneath you, Qui-Gon jumps and shudders, his gasps loud in the quiet room, as you lathe his shaft with your tongue.

The mattress dips again under Obi-Wan's weight as he settles behind you. You echo Qui-Gon's gasp as a warm hand wraps around your hip and settles over your mound. Another hand traces the curve of your torso and sweeps around to cup a breast. Obi-Wan¹s cock presses against your buttock, hot and ready.

With renewed vigor, you sweep your tongue along Qui-Gon's length, taking pleasure in his tiny hisses. You swirl your tongue over the soft tip and moisten your lips with the pearly drop that forms there. Qui-Gon's body almost levitates off the bed as you sink down on his length, taking his swollen cock deeply into your mouth. His shout echoes off the walls.

You moan around Qui-Gon's length as Obi-Wan begins stroking your hot wet flesh. Your throat tightens convulsively around Qui-Gon. Your legs begin to quiver as Obi-Wan finds your sweet spot with deft fingers.

Moisture drips from your center, coating Obi-Wan's fingers and making your passage slick and ready. Obi-Wan positions himself at your entrance and you tilt yourself for him. Skillful fingers open you to him. With a steady thrust, his cock fills you, stretches you, and completes you.

You moan out your pleasure around Qui-Gon¹s throbbing shaft, and he echoes your passion. His large hands cup your skull, encouraging and entreating you. You respond, suckling harder at him.

At your back, Obi-Wan sets a rhythm within you, pulling back and thrusting home again. Wave upon wave starts to build within you. Eagerly you work at Qui-Gon¹s shaft, watching all the while as the large man writhes and bucks underneath you.

A soft presence makes itself known in your mind. It takes you a moment to recognize the silken feel of Qui-Gon's mind. You welcome it's presence and feel the satin glide of Obi-Wan joining you. In your mind you can feel the pleasure building and pulsing through your shared bond.

The intensity of the shared experience proves too much for you and you come with a shout, releasing Qui-Gon's shaft only moments before his climax claims him. Obi-Wan thrusts into you one last time with a loud groan and shudders his essence into you. The three of you collapse into a heap on the sheets, a tangle of sweaty limbs and sated bodies; two men with one woman sandwiched between them.

On one side, Qui-Gon nuzzles your ear, whispering soft words to you. On the other, Obi-Wan sighs softly and tucks his face into the angle of your neck and shoulder. You sigh in answer to both your protectors and close your eyes to sleep. Your last memory before sleep once again claims you is that of strong arms and legs wrapped around you protectively and possessively.

The End