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Title: Midnight Snack, an ABH
Author: BJ Stahl
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Rating: NC-17
(Q/f)
Summery: More 'House-Sitting.' (For latecomers, 'you' in this story is
spending a
quiet weekend at aunt's house and guess who decides to share the
silence with
you?)
Archive: Yes to all lists and private archives, but
please with the other
parts? (Between 'House-Sitting' and 'Snapshots.')
Feedback: Tell me your heart's desire . . . [email protected]
Disclaimer: I don't own the Master. I don't even rent. I have to borrow
him, and I
have to state in plain English that I make no money from his use.
Author's
Notes: I've been neglecting the Master
lately (hangs head) and
well, part
of a feedback message from My-Gin-Gone was a request for more of
my long
weekend. So, here 'tis.
Chapter 1
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It's
interesting what a crooked smile can do to a woman's composure, you
reflect as
you stare into your lover's shining face.
Qui-Gon's small,
satisfied
smile widens a little as you watch, his hand tracing idle lines
over your
back. You lay in the circle of his
right arm, sated for the time
being,
basking in his warmth. Even after *a
lot* of sheet-scorching sex,
that smile
makes you want to climb him like a tree.
"Shall
I compare thee to a summer's day?"
"Careful
Master Jedi," you caution with a lopsided smirk of your own.
"Plagiarism
is a capitol offense in some parts of the world."
"You
wound me," he accuses theatrically.
"I
doubt it," you reply sweetly.
"Now, behave."
"Yes
Master," he murmurs in a throaty voice.
Just *hearing* that makes you
whimper a
teeny bit.
"Salute
me when you say that," you command in mock indignation.
He leans
down and kisses your temple. "Will
that do?"
"It's a
good start," you concede, easing up to stroke his lips with yours.
He takes the
hint, opening his mouth and weaving his tongue around yours.
You close
your eyes and concentrate entirely on the Master's presence, both
physical and
mental. <<God he feels
good.>>
The phone,
of course, chooses *right then* to shrill, announcing an incoming
call. <<Fuck!!!>
>>My
sentiments exactly,<< Qui-Gon sends back, sounding even more
>>exasperated
then you do.
Grumbling,
"Who the hell's calling at this time of night?" you pick up the
receiver. Phone manners prohibit you from saying what
you're *really*
thinking. Pity.
"Hello?"
It's your
aunt. "Did you make it there
okay?"
You
sigh. "It's the middle of the
night!"
"You
never go to bed before two in the morning."
*Who is it?*
Qui-Gon mouths, rolling over and propping his head up with one
hand.
You clamp
one hand over the receiver. "It's
Aunt Jane." You turn your
attention
back to the phone.
"Sweetie
are you okay?" she asks.
*Tell her,*
Qui-Gon mouths.
You think
for a moment on the best way to broach the subject. Covering the
receiver
again, you ask, "Did you leave a message on the answering machine?"
He nods.
"What's
going on?" your aunt demands.
"Aunt
Jane, do me a favor," you order.
"Hang up, check your messages, and
call me
right back."
"Honey
are you . . ."
"Just
do it. Trust me."
Pause. "I'm calling right back."
Click.
The 'message
playback' light blinks, indicating someone checking the
messages
from another phone. The two of you
wait, while you fight to
repress
giggles.
The light
goes off. "Five, four, three, two
. . ."
The phone
rings. Chortling, you hit the
speakerphone button. "Yes?"
"Okay
where is he?" you aunt snaps, addressing you by all four parts of your
full name.
"'He'
who?" you ask between intense giggles.
"You
know very well who young lady!"
"Calm
down Janie," Qui-Gon calls, amusement highlighting his accent.
"What
are you doing to my niece Qui-Gon?" she demands warily.
He grins at
you and you dissolve into giggles again.
"Nothing we're not
both
enjoying. Immensely."
"I'm
fine Aunt Jane," you manage to say.
"The Master's being a perfect
gentleman."
He arches an
eyebrow. "Oh really?" he
inquires and you're lost in laughter
again.
You can
practically *see* your aunt throw up her hands. "Just don't break
her Qui
darlin', her mother'll kill me."
"What
am I, a porcelain figurine?" you demand.
Suddenly the phone beeps.
"Oh
hold on, there's a call on the other line."
"I'd better
let you go then. Love you. Bye!"
she hangs up
and you hit the speakerphone button, both of you laughing.
"M'yello?"
Shocked
silence, and then whoever called hangs up.
You make a face. "I
hate
that."
No sooner do
the words leave your mouth then the phone rings again. This
time Qui-Gon
reaches over you and slams one finger down on the speakerphone
button. "Hello?"
"Master?"
inquires a polite, cultured, and *very* familiar tenor voice.
"Holy
shit!" you blurt for the second time that evening. You clap both
hands over
your mouth in horror, wishing you could yank the words back down
your throat.
Qui-Gon
gives you an amused look as he asks, "Yes?"
"Am I
interrupting anything?" the voice on the other end asks.
"Not at
the moment Padawan," Qui-Gon informs, watching you blush.
"I'm
sorry for disturbing you, but you left your comlink behind . . ."
"I left
it behind for a reason, my Padawan," Qui-Gon reminds him a voice
that could
wither an oak tree.
"I know
but . . ."
"Obi-Wan,"
he intones. His tone reminds you of a
tolling bell. "Unless the
galaxy is
ending around you, you are not to contact me for any reason. Is
that
clear?"
Beat. "Yes Master," the younger Jedi
says meekly.
"I will
see you in a few days. Good
night."
"Take
care, Master, miss."
"Is
that who I think it was?" you demand after Qui-Gon cuts the connection.
He nods with
a mischievous smile. "My Padawan
seems to take fiendish
delight in
raining on other's parades."
You grin,
sliding over the crimson satin sheets.
"That's what umbrellas are
for."
He grabs
your forearms and pulls you into his arms, claiming you mouth in
another
flaming kiss. He rubs his body against
yours, letting you glory in
his hard,
muscled flesh.
You might've
taken it further, except for a light gurgle bubbling away in
your belly.
"Hungry?"
Qui-Gon asks, blue eyes sparkling.
"A
bit," you admit.
He smiles,
looking like a cat who's cornered a canary.
He levers himself
off of you,
long hair in disarray and body lightly oiled with sweat. "I'll
be right
back lass."
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More?
-BJ