My Two Jedi

Part XII

“Good morning,” I said brightly as I stepped out of the ‘fresher,
wrapped only in a towel, to find Obi-Wan in the doorway of his room.
He’d slept so soundly, even when I had to push his dead-weight body off
of me in the middle of the night so I could breath, that I hadn’t even
tried to wake him, but just found my own way to the bathroom.

Obi-Wan smiled. “Good morning to-” He froze, his face falling, as
another door in the hall opened and his Master appeared. Qui-Gon, too,
froze. The two men glanced at each other, then looked away awkwardly.
I was glad I had shut down both links in the night, after doing a
little poking around in Obi-Wan’s head to make sure of his feelings.

“I can wait,” Qui-Gon said, stepping back into his room and closing his
door.

“Um, Meera,” Obi-Wan turned to me. “I have this strange feeling that
something happened, last night, and-”

“Something did happen last night,” I purred, stepping up against him,
smiling seductively. “Something wonderful.” You just don’t know it
yet, I thought to myself. But you will, I promised him silently.
“Shower’s all yours,” I concluded, brushing past him into our room. He
hesitated for a moment, but then went on into the ‘fresher.

As I dressed, I pondered what action to take. It was clear to me that
my two Jedi wanted each other, were actually in love with each other,
and deserved to be together, but were too damned stubborn or fearful or
disciplined to admit it. Well, then, I would just have to help them
out. Yes, it crossed my mind that, once accomplished, my goal left me
the odd woman out. But other prospects had already begun to percolate
through my mind. I would take care of that problem when it presented
itself. Right now, I had some match-making to do.

Quickly, I went to Qui-Gon’s room and sent a tiny request to him. The
door opened immediately. Qui-Gon looked around the hall furtively, and
then ushered me in, closing the door behind us.

“You shouldn’t-” he started to say.

“Tell me that you love him, and I will not stand in your way,” I
interrupted.

“I-” His eyes closed tightly, his teeth clenched. “I love him. But-”

“And he loves you.”

Hope and doubt mixed painfully on his face. “You are sure?”

“I have seen it in his mind. He keeps it hidden, just as you have, but
it is there. He is not yet at a place where he can admit it, though.
Tell me, why is this so hard for you two? Is it forbidden?” Their
thoughts were so clouded with their emotion that I had been unable to
ascertain on my own what the big deal was about.

“No, not forbidden, but not exactly encouraged, either. I think the
hardest part is the change, from Master/Padawan, to… Tell me, what can
I do?” Qui-Gon took hold of my shoulders, and I feared he might shake
the answer out of me. “You…you know him better than I.” I could see
that that was painful for him to admit.

“Which is why I want to help him, help you. You must keep your secret
but a little longer. I have a plan, but I need your help…”

I was back in Obi-Wan’s room, looking quite nonchalant, when he
returned from his toilette. He was still pensive, but I had to hide my
smile. The poor boy was in for a shock today, but a good one.

When Obi-Wan was dressed, we went to the kitchen and he brought out
some food bars and a drink that was quite refreshing despite being
cloudy and green. He was obviously preoccupied, even seeming to ignore
my suggestive manipulation of a food bar. Since he didn’t try to
initiate a link, I didn’t either. That was a relief, actually; I
wasn’t sure how long, or even if, I could keep my secrets from him.

Qui-Gon joined us, helping himself to a food bar, and the three of us
stood chewing and glancing nervously at each other. Both men seemed to
be trying to get a look at each other when the other wouldn’t notice,
and Qui-Gon kept looking at me in a pleading way. Telling myself that
this awkwardness would all be over by the end of the day, I launched my
plan.

“So, what do you Jedi do in a typical day?” I asked as lightly as I
could.

Obi-Wan seemed to be waiting for his Master to reply, but when he
didn’t, the Padawan filled in the silence. “Well, we meditate, study
for an upcoming mission, train.”

“Yes,” Qui-Gon chimed in, on cue, “I was thinking of getting in some
lightsaber practice today. Care to join me?”

Obi-Wan looked like he might be about to try to get out of it, so I
stepped in. “Ooh, do you do that with your shirts off?” I looked at
Obi-Wan while I said it, but he was looking at Qui-Gon, who turned
away. He may even have blushed.

“Sometimes,” Obi-Wan replied quietly.

“That I have got to see,” I responded, as though the tension in the
room wasn’t palpable. “Shall we?”

I was almost giddy as we walked to the gym. It had worked! Obi-Wan
was going along. Not only did I get to watch my two favorite Jedi work
out half-naked, but with any luck, there would be much more to watch a
little later.

We reached the gym. Qui-Gon paused by a bench to remove his tunics,
and Obi-Wan dutifully did the same. I sat on the bench and watched as
they drew their laser swords and began the dance of mock combat.

If I had been impressed by the way Obi-Wan moved before, now I was
amazed. As they warmed up, he performed increasingly breathtaking
displays of power and finesse, the very picture of masculine beauty in
action. And Qui-Gon was a different version of the same icon, in a
less flashy package. I could see where Obi-Wan had learned his moves,
then adapted them to his own style.

As the bout wore on, neither showing signs of weariness, their torsos
began to glisten with sweat. Their lightsabers thrust and parried and
caressed each other in such a symbolic way that I had to bite down on
one of my knuckles to keep from moaning. Qui-Gon’s discipline served
him well, for to look at him he seemed utterly calm and controlled, yet
when I reached out with my mind for him, his awareness of his partner
and his arousal were blazing in his thoughts. If my eyes did not
deceive me, Obi-Wan was also somewhat excited, though I dared not scan
him to be sure.

Even to my inexperienced eyes, their fighting seemed to become more and
more violent. I wished I had some reference point to which to compare.
As it was, I was considering stopping it while things were in the state
I had planned, when the match ended of its own accord. It happened so
fast I am sure I missed much, but it seemed Obi-Wan would win when he
disarmed his Master, the green blade winking out as it flew through the
air. But then Qui-Gon made some seemingly impossible move, tripping
his opponent, and ended up atop a facedown Obi-Wan. Both men just lay
there for a long moment, breathing hard, before Qui-Gon scrambled to
his feet and offered his Padawan a hand up.

As they approached the bench to retrieve their clothing, Qui-Gon called
his lightsaber to his hand and caught it with a practiced move. Obi-
Wan, seeing me watching his Master, tossed his own saber handle into
the air, catching it behind his back after it had executed several
flips. I gave him the goo-goo eyes he seemed to want, while giggling
inside, and moved to help him with his tunic.

I stayed close to him during the walk back to the apartment,
occasionally caressing his mind with lascivious thoughts to maintain
his excitement. When we reached our destination, Qui-Gon went right to
his own room and, just as I’d hoped, Obi-Wan went right for me.

One hand he buried in my hair, pulling me in for a kiss. The other
hand pulled one of mine to his groin, where I found him rock hard and
straining against the fabric of his breeches. I grabbed hold and used
this impromptu handle to pull him towards his room. We stumbled for a
few steps, and then he was lifting me, carrying me, his lips never
leaving mine until I was deposited on his bed.

He stepped back to close the door, and then began to disrobe hurriedly.
I, too, wriggled out of my clothes, just in time to welcome him with
open arms as he fell onto me. Our mouths met hungrily, our hands
roamed possessively over each other’s bodies. But he did not take me,
not yet. Ever the gentleman, his mind brushed against mine, asking
permission to enter, mentally and physically. How could I say no, to
either? I was pretty excited, too. As I opened my legs, I opened my
mind, willingly and wide.

And the first thing he saw there was Qui-Gon.