ABH:  Trust

You enter the chamber quietly.  The first thing you notice is the lighting, or rather the lack of it.  The dimly lit room has a calming effect on you.  Standing near the center, you hear the whisper of cloth brushing the floor behind you.  His deep voice washes over you, seeping into your skin like a warm balm.

"Good evening.  I'm happy you could be here."  Qui-Gon's breath is soft on the nape of your neck.  Chills run down your spine as he presses soft kisses on your skin.

"It's always a pleasure to spend time with you," you answer, your double meaning evident.  He chuckles softly.

"Yes it is," he agrees.  "I would like to try something new tonight, if you don't mind."

You smile, remembering the last time he said that to you.  "Of course.  Whatever you like."

He turns you slowly, easing his hands to your waist.  "Do you trust me?" he asks you.

"Implicitly."

"Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Yes Qui-Gon," you answer, "I trust you."

He kisses you deeply then, pulling you into his large frame.  Then you feel it, a nudge at your consciousness.  He pulls away slowly, gazing deeply into your eyes. 

"You will not resist," he says softly. 

"I will not resist," you repeat, vaguely realizing this was what the Jedi mind-trick felt like.  Not that you needed it.  He starts to undo the fastenings to your gown.  The silk slides easily off your body and soon you are nude in his embrace.

"You will relax," he says, taking you into his arms.

"I will relax."

He lays you gently on the large sleeping mat.  "You will tell us if you wish for us to stop."

"Qui-Gon," you breathe, "I don't want you to stop."

He smiles then and waves his hand over you.  "Close your eyes."  You do and are immediately rewarded with another soft kiss.  "Do not move," he says as he runs his hands over your body, starting with light touches at your shoulders running down to the soft skin of your ankles.  His mouth soon follows, raining kisses on your face and cheeks, trailing them down your neck, over your shoulders, onto your breasts.

  "Do you like this?" he asks.  You just nod, murmuring something unintelligible.  His deep chuckle rumbles through you again just before his mouth closes on one of your nipples.  You want to run your hands through his hair, tangling your fingers in its softness but your arms refuse to obey.  You then realize this is the Jedi equivalent to being tied up, only far more erotic. 

"Qui-Gon..." you murmur feeling his warm skin pressed against you.  His hands... Oh God, his hands were everywhere now, touching and teasing you.  He flicked the rosy nipple lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.  He starts to suckle again, shifting his body off to one side.  You start to protest, then realize your other nipple is now being attended to.  Then you remembered his words:

You will tell us if you wish for us to stop.  Us, he said.

"I believe you remember my apprentice, Obi-Wan."

~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~

Obi-Wan... images flash through your mind.  You remembered watching them both spar once, stripped to the waist, sweat gleaming on their beautiful bodies.  The first thing that you noticed about him was his smile.  It was a devilish grin that revealed a naughty side of him.  You teased him when Qui-Gon knocked him on his nicely shaped behind.  He gave you that smile then, and you almost melted.

He teases you now, lapping your now throbbing nipple and stroking your leg lightly, sending new shivers through you.  You sigh loudly, wanting to grab his braid, and pull him up to your lips.   Your arms won't cooperate, and you lay motionless under their sensual ministrations.  One of them chuckles then; you believe it was Obi-Wan and you are thoroughly kissed moments later.  He kisses differently than Qui-Gon, you think.  Not better or worse, just differently.  Qui-Gon's kisses are softer, deeper.  Obi-Wan's mouth ravishes yours. He licks your lips now, and traces your jaw with his tongue.  His hard shaft is pressing insistently against your hip.

"Patience my young padawan," Qui-Gon says softly.  "After all, we have all night."

Obi-Wan murmurs against your throat,  "Yes master."

They roll you over gently, and Qui-Gon begins to massage your back, tickling your shoulder blades with his beard.  He is straddling your body and you feel his hardness rubbing the small of your back.  He leans forward to kiss the nape of your neck again and his hair gently strokes your skin, a whisper-soft kiss.  His hands again are everywhere, smoothing muscles you didn't know were tight, stroking your skin light enough to drive you mad. You purr your contentment.

Obi-Wan is lying on his side next to you, propped on one arm, with one of your hands in his.  He is torturing you, brushing your fingertips with the tip of his nose, nipping gently at the soft skin of your wrist, breathing softly on the back of your hand, kissing the palm softly, repeatedly.  He flicks his tongue against your fingertips, nibbling them lightly before taking each finger individually into his mouth, sucking them softly, hinting to you what the rest of the evening would hold.

"Qui-Gon," you breathe. 

Qui-Gon purrs, "Yes, love?"

"I want..." you can barely put the words together.

"You want..." he repeats, rolling you onto your back again, your shoulders cradled in Obi-Wan's lap.

"Please," you whisper.  You know he is smiling now.

"As you wish," he answers, lowering his body onto yours.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You moan loudly as Qui-Gon enters you. He covers your mouth with his, swallowing your moans, his tongue dueling with yours.   His hips set a rhythm you would gladly mimic, if he would let you.  As it was, his hands guided your hips to his, skimming over your now sweaty skin.  He showers you with more kisses, his breathing coming in harsh bursts.  He bites your neck now, letting his legendary restraint slip just a bit.  He marks you, not that you care.  Or ever have before.  You overwhelmed by one desire.  You want to, need to touch this man.

Obi-Wan seems to sense this and takes your hands in his.  Thinking he will help you satisfy your need, you let him guide your hands.  He starts by running them through Qui-Gon's lovely hair, gently pulling your fingers through the snarls caused by your activities.  He then moves your hands higher.  Before you know it, the padawan is stroking his chest with your hands, running your fingers over his flat male nipples, guiding them around his waist to the small of his back.  His sighs reach your ears, as do his shivers from your touch.  He lowers his head to your hands, tracing the shape of your fingers with his tongue.  You're touching his face now, feeling his lashes against your fingertips, dusting his cheeks with them.  He's shaking now with his own desire and another throaty moan escapes his barely parted lips.

Qui-Gon is moving faster now and you know he is as close to his climax as you are to yours.  His moans are like music, breathed reverently against your neck. He's very close now, you can feel his muscles tighten, his hands gripping your hips harder.

"Gods...." he gasps, thrusting deeply into you. You feel yourself tighten around him, milking him for every drop, screaming his name.   Obi-Wan still holds your hands, pressed hard against his chest.  He collapses on you, his breathing harsh.  You realize suddenly you are free to move and you wrap your arms around the Jedi Master.   He presses another gentle kiss on your mouth and rolls to one side.  You then notice Obi-Wan is now seated across from you with the same naughty smile on his lips.  You both give him a questioning glance.  He takes the end of his braid between his fingers and runs it suggestively against his lips.  Seeing Qui-Gon's amusement, you start to speak.

"Don't worry.  As my master reminded me, we do have all night.

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