Revelation

Rees stood in the doorway studying his friend of more years than he could remember waiting patiently as Qui-Gon finished. Rees had already sent his report off. Qui-Gon sat quietly, preparing a report for the council.

He'd just checked on his apprentice.  She said she was weary and decided to skip the morning meal in exchange for some rest.  Qui-Gon seemed very disturbed by this development.  Obi-Wan asked his master if she looked ill when they trained that morning.  A hint of emotion danced across his features briefly before he answered.  Ishara was fine this morning, perhaps all the late night work was taking its toll on them and she was their first casualty. 

Rees said nothing.  Instead he mentally sought out his padawan.  She was far from asleep; lying restlessly on her bed, upset.  Finishing the meal quickly he excused himself and headed for her rooms. 

Over an hour later, he found himself watching his friend, not quite sure how to handle the situation.  She told Rees about the encounter, her feelings, and her fears.  He listened carefully, thinking carefully over what she told him.  In more tactful, diplomatic terms she told him she enjoyed his company, but feared what would happen between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan should this come to light.  That she loved Obi-Wan deeply was obvious, even though the boy had been behaving like an oversexed twit.  His lip curled into a half smile:  Perhaps he learned it from his master.

Qui-Gon was finishing his missive, and called to him, "Rees, it is impolite to stand and leer in doorways."  His tone was light.

Rees cocked one eyebrow and went to the desk, sitting across from Qui-Gon.  "So what did you tell them?" he asked casually.

"What I always tell them.  'All is well, nothing to report, your padawan is adapting easier to this place than mine, and the king has us dressed like Wuistian prostitutes.'"  Qui-Gon's dissertation was given so matter-of-factly, Rees would not be surprised if it truly were his report.  Qui-Gon then asked, "How is Ishara?"

"Tired.  Troubled."  Rees paused a moment, watching his words affect his friend.  He then asked, "Is there something you wish to tell me?"

Qui-Gon gathered his belongings from the table and stood.  "Not particularly." 

Rees nodded.  "Walk with me please.  I feel I need to discuss something with you."

Qui-Gon sighed, knowing what this meant.  Setting his things on the table again, he followed his friend from the hall. 

Ishara was troubled.  This disturbed him.  He did not regret their encounter; rather he treasured it.  She said she did as well, but something in Rees' tone suggested otherwise.  They entered the orchard without saying a word, Rees unusually fascinated by the trees, Qui-Gon wondering if he would have to defend himself from an angry Jedi weapons-master.

"She told me what happened."  No preamble, and surprisingly, no anger. 

Qui-Gon weighed his answer carefully.  "You said she was troubled."

Rees studied the bark of one of the flowering japors, mentally tracing a random line.  "Yes.  She was."

Qui-Gon stopped, casting his gaze into the green-gold canopy above them.  "I didn't mean for it to happen."

Rees turned a covert gaze to his friend.  "She said she all but attacked you, seduced you, that she ignored the code to overtake you in her lust..."  Qui-Gon stared at him in disbelief.  Rees watched him, waiting.

"She did no such thing!" he protested.  "It was-," he stopped short at his friends expression.  He smiled weakly, running a hand through his hair.  "She never said that."

Rees relaxed a bit then.  "No, but she feared it would affect your relationship with Obi-Wan, as well as hers with him."  He then added, "she also feared you would be wary of her in the future because of her... exuberance."

And for only the second time in his life, Rees watched Qui-Gon Jinn blush bright red.  "She..." he cleared his throat.  "She has nothing to fear.  I would be deeply saddened if she chose to avoid me because of..." his voice trailed off.  "Although I will say my padawan is a very lucky man."

Rees eyed him thoughtfully.  "And when Obi-Wan finds out, which he will..."

Qui-Gon closed his eyes.  "I don't look forward to that day.  I can barely justify it to myself, how can I explain it to him?"

"You can't my friend.  Not that you would have to.  After all, he left her.  She is free to do whatever she wants.  As are you."  Rees chuckled a bit then let the silence fall again.  "Qui-Gon, why?  I have to say it is very unlike you."

Qui-Gon leaned his tall frame against a tree trunk.  "I know, I don't know why.  We just... needed each other.  It's the only way I can explain it."

Qui-Gon studied his friend a moment longer, letting his words sink in.  "What about you Rees," he asked.  "Will you forgive me?"

Rees smiled.  "There is nothing to forgive.  She is a beautiful young woman, I expected something like this sooner, though not with you.  You're so..."

"Old?" Qui-Gon supplied.

Rees shook his head,  "Boring."  Qui-Gon laughed outright then, once again comfortable in his friend's company.  They continued their walk in companionable silence.

Later they returned to the palace and spied their apprentices in deep conversation.  Qui-Gon watched as Obi-Wan raised Ishara's hand first to his lips then his cheek, a pleading look in his eyes.  She looked at him, spellbound then leaned forward, brushing a chaste kiss across his lips.  Obi-Wan smiled then, drawing her into another kiss.

Rees' discreet cough made them pull apart awkwardly.  They both stood and bowed to their masters.  Ishara caught Qui-Gon's gaze and for a moment her eyes seemed sad, apologetic. 

//Master...//

He nodded slightly, acknowledging her unspoken thought, vaguely wondering 'What if?'  He watched the two young people leave the room, arms linked and then felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, my friend."  Rees' tone was soft but sincere.

Qui-Gon smiled weakly and patted his friend's hand.  He turned and headed towards his rooms for a day of quiet meditation in an attempt to forget the few moments of passion under the japors.

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He could watch her for hours, which in this case was a blessing since he was the subject of today's sketch.  Why she drew him so often was a mystery to him.  Maybe he had a bone structure she found difficult to capture.  Maybe she found him interesting to draw.  Maybe it was just another way to get him naked.  Whatever the reason he really didn't care.  They'd worked out their differences on Biala.  That she'd forgiven him was a blessing he would not take for granted.  He wanted to be with her as long as she'd have him.  She'd given him another chance; he would not waste it.

"Shara love, I'm getting cold."

She didn't bother looking up but her lips did curl into a slight smile.  "I'm almost finished love.  Then I'll warm you."

Obi-Wan took another deep breath and closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts at the moment.   "Is that a promise?"

"You have my word as a Jedi, Ben."  A hint of humor this time. 

He opened one eye and studied her again.  She'd caught her lip between her teeth as she drew.  He found it irresistible and felt the urge to taste that lip for himself.  A wave of heat washed through him.

"Ben..." she chided him.

He smiled.  "Sorry love."

She gave the parchment a few more swipes, then set it aside.  "Ok love, you can move now."  Standing carefully, she stretched her arm, rolling her head from side to side as she moved to the audio player on the nearby shelf.

Ben dropped the sheet he held and rolled shoulders a few times before standing and moving behind her.  "Well, Jedi," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Yes..." she said, turning into his embrace, lifting her lips to catch his in a soft kiss.

"I'm still cold."

She wrapped her arms around his neck loosely and drew him into another kiss.  She explored his mouth, running her tongue over his lips before teasing his with darting swiftness.  Running her hands through his hair, she pressed her body against his, letting her heat seep through the thin shift she wore and weave its way around his body.  He began to shiver in response.  "You're shaking..."

His hands ran down the length of her back before coming to rest just about her hips.  He slowly drew he shift over her head.  "I need you."  Any other words he wanted to say were silenced by her lips.  His tongue darted into her mouth, teasing her softly.

They stood together quietly, touching, teasing each other with feather-light fingertips, tracing patterns over each other's skin.  He moaned into her hair, intoxicated from her own unique fragrance, as she burned a trail of kisses across his chin, down to the hollow of his neck.  She licked his skin lightly as she moved lower, flicking his dusky nipple into a hard sensitive nub before gently catching it between her teeth and drawing it into her mouth.

He felt a wave of heat rush through him as she sucked first one nipple then the other.  She stroked his already hard shaft lightly with teasing fingertips.  She moved slowly, trailing her nails lightly across the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, swirling around the head with a whisper-soft caress.  "Do you like this?" she asked, her breath soft on his skin.

His whole body began to shake with his need.  "Gods..." he murmured, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her to the bed in the corner of the room.  Laying her on the cushion, he lowered herself into her outstretched arms. 

She parted her legs, cradling him between them.  He groaned as his shaft brushed against her soft curls.  Devouring her mouth with another insistent kiss, he began his exploration of her body. 

Long, elegant hands, rough from years of training moved over her skin.  He started at her wrists, drawing his fingertips across the delicate pulse points a few strokes before bringing one then the other to his mouth for a light nip with his teeth.  He then ran the tip of his tongue up her arm to her shoulder blade, pausing long enough for another light nip at the curve of her shoulder and again at the base of her neck.  Hearing her sigh with contentment, he began to move lower.

He cupped her breasts in his hands placing wet kisses here and there, tasting her sweet/salt taste on his lips and tongue.  "Ben..." she moaned, drawing him to her breast.  He answered her by taking her rosy nipple into the hot wetness of his mouth. 

He suckled for a few moments before feeling a new sensation on his own body: wet heat on his own chest.  He stopped suddenly, looking up at her as the feeling stopped.  "Shara, are you..."

She slowly opened her eyes and smiled knowingly.  Taking one finger, she slid it carefully into her mouth, wetting it thoroughly.  She then drew it over her lower lip and down her body to her nipple, flicking it lightly.

Ben felt his own nipple respond quickly and stared in wonder.  "How..."

She leaned forward and kissed him again.  "Let me show you."  Drawing him back into her arms, she rolled him onto his back and resumed her own explorations.

Her kisses set his skin aflame, weaving her way down his body.  She nuzzled his red gold curls softly, her warm breath warming his shaft.  Then moving lower, she nipped the soft skin inside his thighs, behind his knees and along his calves, letting him writhe in the soft linens of his bed.

He clutched at the bedclothes, stifling his moans behind tightly clenched teeth, his breath ragged and shallow.  "Shara," he begged, lifting his hips off the bed slightly.  A light sheen of sweat glistened on his already hot skin.  He breathed her name again then shouted it as she took his length into her mouth. 

She moved slowly at first, sliding his shaft between her lips, swirling and flicking his flesh with her tongue.  When she'd taken all of him, she drew back, cupping his sac with one hand, combing his curls through with her fingers.  She continued, drinking in he soft cries, bringing him closer and closer to the brink, then stopping briefly to drive him mad.  He tangled his hands in her hair and begged her to continue, begged her to stop, all the while moving in rhythm with her very talented mouth.

Finally he was at the edge of his control.  Dragging her mouth away from his shaft, he rolled her over quickly and buried himself in her softness in one swift motion.  She arched up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist and drew him into a deep passionate kiss.   He tasted himself on her tongue, a taste that broke through the last shreds of control.  He rode her then, moving slowly at first then setting a rhythm that would drive them both into an unbelievable climax.

And then he felt it again: an unfamiliar sensation as he began to experience her passion as well as his.  He gazed into her eyes, dark and cloudy with desire, and let the new feeling sweep through him in an unbearable wave of heat.  They were fragmented but still overwhelming:  The feel of his curls tickling her body.  The beat of his heart and hers.  His unshaven cheek against her neck.  Images of him kneeling in cotton linen, him performing a kata with unbelievable grace...

And as they both began to climax, another image flashed briefly but clear enough to make out. 

Qui-Gon.

He came explosively, savaging her mouth again as she screamed Obi-Wan's name.  She clutched him to her, pulsing around him, clawing his back, marking him as her own.  He rolled to her side, chest heaving, studying her carefully.

She turned to him.  "Ben?"

"Why were you thinking of Qui-Gon?"

"What?" she asked, still breathless.

"My master," he answered.  "You were sending me your thoughts, your feelings.  Why were you thinking of him?"

Her eyes widened in realization.  "It's not what you think," she said softly.

"Then what is it?"  He voice grew softer, harsh.

She caressed his face softly.  "I love you Ben."

"You haven't answered my question."

"There's nothing to say," she replied.  "Your master taught me to do this."

"And how did he teach you?"  His voice went lower, still dangerous.

She could never lie to him.  "On Biala... we were training."

"Training.  What kind of training?"

"Saber drills."  She turned away from him, rolling onto her side.

"Is that all?" he asked again.  "Saber drills?"

There was a long silence.  She then whispered, "I never meant for it to happen.  Neither of us did."

"But..."

"But you didn't want me anymore, and... I was so lonely..."  Her voice broke.

"So you seduced my master?" he accused.

"No!" she said turning back, eyes wide with panic.  "I... we... needed each other."  She swallowed hard then, taking a deep breath.  "It only happened once.  Just one time."  She bit her lip again.  "I'm sorry."

He glared at her, his eyes cool chips of ice.  "Did you do this to hurt me?  Or him?"

She shook her head emphatically.  "No.  I love you Ben, I'd never want to hurt you at all."  Looking into his ice blue gaze, she added, "Is this any different than you?"

"What do you mean?" he demanded.

"You didn't want me anymore.  Why are you upset that someone else did?"  No sooner than the words were past her lips than she wished to take them back.  "I didn't mean..."

He silenced her with his mouth, pinning her to the bed.  "Let's get one thing straight.  You are mine.  I never stopped wanting you.  And though I may have erred before..."

"Erred?  You made a fool of me in front of our peers, our masters and the entire order!"  She struggled to break from his grasp.

"I didn't set out to seduce the one person you trust implicitly."

"I didn't seduce him!"  Tears were pooling in her eyes.  "It just... happened."  She closed her eyes, breathing deeply to control her emotions.  Two fat tears rolled down her cheeks.  "I love you Obi-Wan, no one else."  She looked into his eyes again, desperate.

He stared at her a long while, searching his feelings and hers.  She loved him.  He loved her.  How could his master do this thing?  Qui-Gon lectured him constantly on control; to betray his trust like this...

Obi-Wan's mouth came down hard on hers savagely, possessing her completely.  She accepted his kisses eagerly, wrapping him in her arms, pulling him closer to her.  His hands were everywhere, touching her, marking her, holding her to him as he entered her again.  He knew he was hurting her, but it didn't matter anymore.  She gasped but tilted her hips, letting him plunge deeper.  His movements were hard, frantic.  She screamed his name again as she came, clutching him to her, moving with him.  He shouted his climax into her shoulder, leaving a bloody bite mark in his wake.  She held him close, whispering 'I love you' while he murmured frantic apologies.  As they held each other drifting into sleep, he had but one thought. 

His master had betrayed him.

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