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Title: ABH: A Long Day (1/?)
By: Judy
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by George Lucas. Just having a bit of fun, that’s all.
Archive: feel free.
Author's Notes: Although I am an Obi-chick, this story is all Qui-Gon and is for friend Sherrie who has had a very long day and is in need of some comfort from the Master. It's written in ABH format so all can enjoy (hope I did it right since I've never written an ABH before) some time with the Master. I've got part 2 of my Obi story, Downtime, almost completed, so hopefully I'll get that posted soon.
So, without further ado...
“A Long Day”
You can’t believe the day you just had. It was unbelievably long. All the people you had to deal with were complete idiots. And it was so hot outside you could barely breathe. You’ve just gotten home and all you want to do is crash in front of the TV and not move a muscle. But...there’s supper to fix, pets to feed, clothes to wash--especially if you want something to wear tomorrow... So, you sigh and heave yourself up off the couch and trudge to the kitchen. You open the fridge. Nothing inspiring in there. Same in the cupboard. Maybe a frozen dinner? You check but the only thing greeting you is a “Smart Ones” pasta and chicken entree. Woo hoo. You don’t even really like them, you just get them cause they’re supposed to be low in fat and you need all the help you can get.
[I think you’re perfectly fine.]
Huh? You glance around. The voice was low, almost a whisper. Maybe someone was talking outside your apartment. You listen hard. Nothing. You shake your head, uncertain now whether you heard anything at all. “Must be tireder than I thought.”
[Let me take care of you.]
There it is again. A low, insistent tug on your physche. You can feel a presence nearby. A sudden rush of adrenaline makes you tense up. All those nights of watching “The X-Files” and “Haunted Castles” on A&E catch up with you. “Somebody call ‘Ghostbusters’ now,’ you think as you scan the area around you. You’re sure your face has gone white. You feel cold.
[I’m not a ghost, I assure you.]
That voice, it seems so familiar and so calming.
[Please, relax, I only want to help you.]
That’s when you see him. Standing in your living room. He almost takes over the apartment he’s so tall. It’s Qui-Gon Jinn, but...how can that be? It's not possible. He can't be real.
“I assure you, I am quite real.” This time he speaks out loud and the difference causes you to jump. His voice really is that melodic, you notice, but whereas in your mind it had been soft and insistent, out loud, it is...immediate and almost overwhelming.
“But how can that be?” you find yourself asking still staring at him, eyes wide, trying to take in every detail all at once. It’s a dream come true. He smiles gently then, his eyes flashing amusement. He apparently caught your thought. You blush.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Truth be told, I’m not quite sure how I came to be here, physically that is. But I heard your call for help through the Force, and I could never resist a lady in distress. I am, after all, a Jedi Knight.” He bows gallantly, his smile widening.
Before you can stop it, the thought rises unbidden: “No, you are the Master.” You suck in your breath, your blush deepening. Oh, no. He had to have ‘heard’ that.
He chuckles. “Well, yes, I am that too.”
Chapter 2
“Now let’s see if we can’t get you to relax after your long day.”
Master Qui-Gon shrugs out of his cloak and neatly places it over a chair. His long stride carries him to you so quickly, you can’t help but gasp. This is not real, you keep telling yourself. It has to be a dream. You’ve just fallen asleep in front of the TV. That’s it. Closing your eyes, you pinch yourself, mostly hoping you won’t wake up. But it...this...he...feels so real.
“I’ve already told you, I am real,” he says. Refusing to open your eyes in case he disappears, you hear the amusement layered in his voice, but you’re not prepared for the hands that suddenly enclose your shoulders. You jerk back at the sudden warmth and electricity you feel from him. Your eyes open of their own accord, and you find yourself staring at his chest...he’s so tall!
He wants you to relax! you think. How can you relax in this presence of this man? This incredible man that you’ve fantasized about, dreamed about, written stories about...he’s *supposed* to be a fantasy, a dream, but...And oh, god, he can read your thoughts! You feel yourself blushing again. You feel so stupid.
Qui-Gon seems to sense your uneasiness and gently lifts your chin with the crook of his index finger. His kind blue eyes gaze down at you and you just know he knows what you were thinking. His next words confirm it. “I’m honored that you find me worthy enough to...include in your fantasies.” Was he the one blushing now? No, couldn’t be. Was he? “Believe me, I am quite pleased.” His voice is gentle but getting huskier, more seductive.
All you can think is: ‘he’s glad *he’s* worthy?? of *you*??’ God!
Instinctively your hands reach up for him, but before you get very far, he is turning you around, so your back is to him.
“I believe you were having trouble relaxing,” he murmurs at your ear. He begins to knead your shoulders gently--amazing considering the strength in those hands. You sigh. That warmth again.
His hands move down from your shoulders to your shoulder blades. Using his thumbs he begins to search out the knotted muscles. You hadn’t realized how uptight you really were. Oh, it feels so...Ah! you tense as he hits a particularly sore area. “Sorry” he whispers and his hand caresses the area, gently relaxing the complaining muscle.
You find it hard to concentrate as Qui-Gon continues his ministrations. His hands move to your arms and then to your hands. Without conscious thought, you relax back against him. You feel a soft rumble in his chest--he’s laughing.
“I think it’s time we continued this in more comfortable surroundings,” Qui-Gon says as he sweeps you up in his arms.
Chapter 3
In only a few strides, Qui-Gon carries you into your bedroom. Suddenly, all romantic thoughts flee. You start to struggle in his arms. Panic rises...You forgot to make the bed. Dirty clothes are on the floor. The room is a mess. And now he knows you are a slob!
His arms holding you tight, he gently deposits you on the bed. You notice he’s chuckling. You refuse to look in his eyes, but you feel the bed dip as he sits down next to you. His fingers caress your chin, turning your face toward his. His eyes are smiling and his mouth has crooked into a lopsided grin.
“Of all the things for you to worry about. A messy room.” His smile broadens and you feel yourself starting to laugh at your silly fear. “Besides,” he says, laughter in his voice. “I’ve raised my apprentice from a young boy to a young man. I’ve seen a few messy rooms in my day. You have nothing to worry about.”
You smile, ducking your head, unable to stand the intensity of those blue eyes any longer. You feel you would certainly melt. The Jedi does not attempt to make you look at him again. Instead you feel his hands on your shoulders again. Kneading, caressing through your shirt. He shifts slightly to come up right behind you. His hands continue to work your back, easing tired muscles. The warmth of his hands feels soooo nice. You’re beginning to feel all rubbery when suddenly he stops.
“No, this won’t do at all.”
Chapter 4
“No, this won’t do at all,” Qui-Gon said in a quiet but firm tone.
‘What!’ you wonder coming out of your near-liquid state. Your shoulders are warm where his fingers lie. You look at him in dismay. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, if I’m to give you a proper massage, you must lie down.”
“Oh.” is all you can manage to say. Your mind, however, is buzzing: “A massage! Oh my God! He’s really going to give me a massage!”
You smile tentatively up at Qui-Gon, whose blue eyes are sparkling. He turns you back around. “Raise your arms.” You comply without thinking. Your T-shirt is off before you know quite what has happened. His long fingers glide down your back coming to rest on your bra hook. “You may leave it on if you wish,” he says mindful of your modesty.
You gulp, your thoughts and emotions warring. This man, this incredible man! Then your desires take over. You push back against his warm hands. “I’ve never had a proper massage before. Would you...?” You manage to bring one arm around behind you groping for the hook. He takes your hand and sets it down on the bed. “Leave that to me.” His voice now has a huskiness to it that makes you shiver.
As he undoes the hook, he places a soft kiss on your right shoulder, his hair falling forward tickling your arm and back. You resist the urge to giggle. This is no proper massage, but you don’t care. His kisses move to the back of your neck and you arch up instinctively to allow him better access. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your skin. His hands are roaming up and down your arms, making you quiver. “Now, lie down.” He gives you a gentle nudge and you lie on your stomach with your head resting on your arms. The bed moves as he gets up and you start to rise also. “Stay there,” he commands softly. “I’ll be right back.” You can hear him rummaging in your medicine cabinet and suddenly you’re very grateful for the gift basket from Bath and Bodyworks that included that small bottle of massage oil. It had gone unused...until now. You hear him make a sound of victory -- “Ah!” -- as he discovers the vial.
The bed dips again as he sits, one leg drawn up, beside you. You can feel his body heat, he’s so close. “Oh!” you yelp suddenly as the coolness of the massage oil hits your skin. The coolness turns quickly to heat as his hands begin massaging the oil into your skin. He starts with your shoulders, kneading them, then moves to the back of your neck. You can feel your tensions melting away. You sigh softly and are rewarded when he leans down to kiss your ear. His tongue sworls around the edge, then dips inside quickly. You feel fire shoot through you and you start to ache between your legs. You shift restlessly. “Easy, easy,” he chides in that low, sexy voice that only serves to increase your desire. His presence over you is overwhelming. His smell, his hair... Sitting back up, he draws his hands down your back in long, slow movements and you almost purr in delight at the sensations coursing through you. “You like that, little one?” his voice causes you to shudder with desire. You feel hot all over and just pray that he keeps doing what he’s doing. You’re sure you’ll die if he stops touching you.
More oil, then his hands again are working a shoulder blade, then the other, rubbing gently, constantly kneading your skin. Your muscles have turned to goo by now, and you’ve never felt so relaxed and yet desirous at the same time. The aching increases.
He moves back to your shoulders, this time adding a soft kiss at every place his hands touch. He begins to suck your already sensitive skin, causing tingling sensations all over. He moves down your back almost methodically, making sure not to miss any area. His hands never stop caressing, stroking down your back. You feel sooo languid, sooo hot.
Reaching the waistband of your shorts, he stops, his hands gripping you lightly there, his thumbs caressing the small of your back. “Now, where should we go from here?” You turn over slightly and the look in his eyes steals your breath away.
TBC...