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Rendezvous

by Tammy

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Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Qui-Gon Jinn belongs to George Lucas. No money is being made from this venture.

Chapter 1

"Earned a vacation, you have," Yoda smiled, his ears erect as if waiting for Qui-Gon to say they didn't need a rest.

Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan's relief that they had not been summoned to the Council for another reprimand for something his Master had done wrong.

"Thank you, Master," Qui-Gon bowed in respect to his diminutive elder.

"A week you have, use the time wisely," Yoda smiled, knowing full well what Qui-Gon intended to use the time for.

"Yes, Master." The two Jedi bowed and exited.

Obi-Wan found it difficult to keep the always stern Jedi expression from turning into smiles of excitement. There was a new bounce to his step as they exited the Council and Qui-Gon turned to his over eager apprentice.

"Obi-Wan, don't appear to eager in front of the Council. They will make you regret it later."

"Oh Master," Obi-Wan sighed, unable successfully hide a grin, "We could use some rest. We've been gone almost non stop for the last eight months."

"True, Obi-Wan, very true. We do deserve a bit of a break, " He keyed open the door to their quarters and Obi-Wan headed straight for his room.

"The week is yours, Padawan," Qui-Gon sat down at the comm console and keyed in his security clearance, "Enjoy it while you can."

Obi-Wan smiled knowingly. "I plan to Master. I plan to."

*We will resume lessons in a few days. I will keep in touch with you.* The door slid shut behind the boy and Qui-Gon muttered. "More than likely You will be heading off to Zeda Province to continue your little fling with the Senators daughter."

Before Qui-Gon was finished composing his transmission, Obi-Wan emerged from his room in less formal attire. He still wore the loose-fitting Jedi robes. But they were of different color than his Padawan robes. His braid was Hidden beneath the folds of his vest, making it difficult to notice that he was a Jedi much less a Padawan Learner.

"Use discretion, at least, Padawan," Qui-Gon called over his shoulder while continuing to type his correspondence.

"I'll use as much as you do with Li'wa, Master," The twenty-one year old Padawan chuckled and rushed out the door before his Master could stop him.

Qui-Gon winced. He would never live down that one lapse in judgment. One unguarded though and Obi-Wan knew exactly why had had been given the evening off. So long ago, yet it felt like yesterday.

Well, this time, he may not even get to see her. She was off planet on a Much deserved mission, and he was actually on Coruscant with a week off. Trapped,is the way he felt when he was here with nothing to do. He didn't like the bureaucratic nonsense that comprised much of Coruscant's population. That type of political tapdance was not Qui-Gon, and he refused to take part in it. Although, for some reason, he was good at it when the need arose. He finished his letter and tapped the keys, sending it to her personal console, hoping that her mission would end quickly and she could join him for at least part of his vacation.

He was used to her having been confined to the Temple, instructing young students in technique and stamina. He was used to coming home from a mission with only a night, or even several hours, before the next mission. And spending them in her arms.

That was not the case this time and he felt, for the first time in many years, very lonely without her presence.

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"Sith Spawn." Li'wa cursed, tossing the gathered papers onto her desk. "Son of a …." She stopped, took a deep breath and used a common calming technique to slow her raging blood.

"I wanted this. I wanted to get away from that infernal Temple. From teaching those kids. And this is what they send me to do!" She hissed, the calming technique only working to take the sharp edge from her words. "I think teaching them is much easier than this could ever be!"

She donned a robe and relaxed into a chair in front of hr console. "Qui-Gon would just love to hear me now."

Her eyes scanned the messages until she found one from Qui-Gon. She smiled, knowing it would contain thought about missing her. She was surprised when it not only contained those things but an invitation to join him during the time off he had been given.

She cursed again.

"These negotiations are going to take much longer than a week," She sighed and began typing a reply declining his invitation.

In mid sentence, she was interrupted by the comm unit.

"This is Li'wa, what is it?"

"Ambassador," The aid's voice crackled over the old unit, "The minister regrets to inform you that therewill be another delay. He simply has no time….."

"No time? You are the ones who asked the Jedi Council to send a representative of the Republic as soon as possible and now you are…." She stopped short and re-read Qui-Gon's letter.

She smiled and redirected her attention to the conversation. "I understand. I have just received a message that requires my personal attention. Since You will not be needing my presence for another twenty-four hours, at least, you will have no objection to me leaving the planet to take care of this business."

She could hear chattering in the background and knew that this would either kick them into action and into the Minister meeting with her, or she would be able to leave for at least a day.

"Understood. We will set up a meeting for the day after next."

"Yes, indeed," Li'wa smiled widely and began to pack while finishing the conversation with the stubborn delegate.

She finished typing her message and sent it, a small, devious smile Spreading across her features. She'd tell him that there was no way she could leave and he'd have to vacation on his own.

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He sighed as he called up the text that had been returned to him much Quicker than he thought. But the swiftness of her response did not mean that she would be able to meet him. It appeared the maybe she would not be able to get away. The negotiations were going much slower than she expected, and she did not anticipate being finished with them for another week.

Qui-Gon grumbled. Well, at least he would have a week of peace. With nothing he had to do, no Padawan to lecture or chase or discipline.

The transport captain announced their approaching destination and Qui-Gon readied his meager belongings. He too, was dressed in casual clothing, and no one, except those that knew him personally, would guess that he was a Jedi Master.

Leaving the bustling spaceport, he quickly made his way to the secluded retreat he seldom had the time to visit. The air became clear, crisp as he moved farther away from the city. The trees and the plant life, enveloped his senses and he breathed deeply, so unused to such natural surroundings.

He deposited his meager belongings on a polished Mata wood porch, removed His tunic and boots, and walked toward the beach.

He walked along the white sand for a long while before returning toward his final destination.

The secluded, private beach home that was rented out by the proprietor for special occasions, for special friends. Qui-Gon had done a service for his family many years prior and had been given use of the small cottage whenever he wished. He been here with Li'wa numerous times, but it never failed, they always discovered something new about the surrounding area.

The lush, green grass, the large trees and foliage completely surrounded the cottage . Only a small path was accessible from the beach to get to the old home. It was the perfect place for a rendezvous. There was even a natural hot spring nearby that was kept clean and ready by the staff hired by the proprietor.

Qui-Gon meditated well into the evening before stepping out of the cottage and into the cool night air. He removed most of his clothing until he was clad only in loose fitting trousers. He began a slow jog down the path towards the private beach, grinning as the warm ground met with his bare feet.

He jogged for an hour around the beach, in and through the water, before shedding his trousers and plunging head first into the cool Alderaanian sea. He allowed the waves to toss his body into its depths until he felt his skin was wrinkled enough from the saltiness.

Wading out of the water, he stared up at the full moon casting its light along the beach. He was silhouetted in its brightness, his large, muscular form a severe contrast to the smooth sand he now stood on.

He bent to retrieve his trousers and walked slowly toward the cottage, stopping momentarily to whisper to a small night creature that had stepped out onto the sand to warm itself.

Passing the hot spring, he paused to consider if he should indulge. He smiled, deciding that it was rare that he had a chance to enjoy such treatment. He draped his pants over a carved wooden statue and settled himself into the bubbling water with a sigh.

The moonlight barely illuminated the pool so he sat in relative darkness, listening to the sounds of nature echoing around him. He closed his eyes, thinking about the last time, over a year ago now, that he had been here with Li'wa.

It was amazing that either of them could walk by the time their two day Tryst was over. He smiled, thinking of all the erotic, exotic ways they had discovered to make love in that short amount of time.

Large hands began to roam across his chest as he thought of her. How he cold drive her mad with a simple touch. Long fingers teased his nipples, bringing them to instant hardness. He slid up out of the water a bit, allowing the cool air to harden the nubs even further.

Leaning his head over the edge, large hands scooped up the warm water and deposited it along his neck. The rivulets cooled instantly and sent erotic shivers down his spine as they traveled down his muscular chest and into the steaming water.

He rubbed his neck, his hands sliding down his chest once more, pausing at his naval. He took a deep breath before travelling further, long fingers reaching the curls and tugging gently. His hips arched a bit at the touch and he paused to allow a bit more control.

Memories of Li'wa crept into his mind, and his hands continued down of their own volition. One hand slid down to cup his balls,, squeezing them gently, while the other encircled his straining cock. Slowly, the hand began to stroke its generous length, squeezing slightly, bringing involuntary gasps from his lips.

He squeezed his balls, turning them between his fingers, as his other hand worked slowly, drawing every sensation from the experience.

He shuddered, the breeze picking up and blowing across his bare torso. The rustle of the leaves and his soft groaning, caused her to stop, eyes narrowing. She crept closer to watch the erotic scene unfolding before her eyes.

His eyes were closed tight, his mouth open, tongue darting out to moisten suddenly dry lips. She watched, transfixed at the way he deliberately coaxed every sensation from his body.

One hand returned to his chest, teasing and pinching a hard nipple, before disappearing beneath the bubbling water once again.

She leaned against the wooden statue he had casually thrown his pants over, crouching low so that he would not see her in the moonlight. She watched him move to another side of the bubbling pool, a side which had been built up a bit more to allow for younger or smaller people to sit without being engulfed in the simmering waters.

This revealed much more of his body to her vision and as the moonlight reflected off his glistening skin, her breath caught and she could feel a familiar wetness spread between her thighs.

His hand slid beneath the water once more and she could now see the evidence of his arousal. His length stood proud as he bathed it with long, deliberate strokes. The tip and a bit more stretched out from the water, making him shudder as the cool air brushed across the sensitive skin.

She could see his body move in time with the strokes, could hear his short gasps and moans as his fingers reached a sensitive spot. She could only imagine what his other hand was doing, as she could only see the one as its tempo increased. The bubbling water sloshed a bit higher now,as his hips met each stroke, covering the throbbing cock momentarily.

He groaned louder now, as the heat from the water became instantly chilled As it slid down his chest and off the tip of his cock. She closed her mind to him, unwilling to let him know that she was near and to hide her obvious arousal at this most splendid view.

As she watched his body shudder and shake in impending release, her fingers slid down the front of her trousers to rub already sensitive nerves. She shuddered immediately, her fingers twisting small circles around the swollen nub.

Daring, the wetness spread to her fingers and she pressed one deep within, moving it in time with his fierce strokes. His release came before she could bring herself to the edge, and she grunted.

His body shuddered as a steady stream of seed blanketed his chest. She saw his tense body relax into the water, one hand rinsing his chest with the steaming water.

She took a deep breath as his head turned toward her, eyes searching in the darkness.

"Come here and let me take care of that." His voice rumbled over the bubbling water.

She gasped, startled that he had been able to sense her. But, she realized, he was a Jedi Master and no matter how hard she tried to hide her presence from him, he would always find her.

"Deposit your clothing before entering." He continued to caress his chest, rubbing fingers in small circles around his nipples.

"You will be doing the entering tonight, my love." She whispered, quickly depositing her clothing on the ground.

He chuckled, gripping his flaccid cock in his hand and giving it a quick stroke. It throbbed under his touch and he grinned.

"I think with sufficient stimulation that can be arranged."

TBC