Eyes of Passion
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,512
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Eyes of Passion
Eyes of Passion
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit story, and I own none of the characters.
Author – Courtier
Rating – R for slash
Summary – Padawan learner, Obi-wan Kenobi, harbors feelings of unyielding devotion for his greatest friend and mentor. . .A prequel to ‘Darkness of Desire’.
This short story takes place shortly after Qui-gon Jinn and his young apprentice, Obi-wan Kenobi, act as mediators on the planet Dunnac, attempting to create peace in the small government’s civil war. . . .
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Obi-wan Kenobi flexed his arm and rotated his stiff wrist. The wound was healing nicely, yet it still stung with a dull ache. It hadn’t bled in a few hours’ time. He took that as a good sign. Shaking his head at his own rashness, he reflected on the day’s earlier events.
Both he and his master had been negotiating matters between the Baron of Dunnac and the small rebellion’s leader. The rebel had shown deep regards of hatred towards the Baron and the two Jedi for their involvement in the matter; he’d even resorted to threats against them! Obi-wan’s master had tried to calm the man, yet he showed no signs of abating his behavior. Regrettably, Obi-wan had allowed his anger to get the best of him and brandished his saber as a warning. I’d only meant it as a warning! The rebel, taking it as a sign of hostility, had fired his blaster. Qui-gon had used his alliance with the force to thrust the man away, thus saving Obi-wan’s life, and thankfully, the blaster’s shot merely skimmed his arm.
Obi-wan traced his fingers along the long abrasion down his wrist which had been the effect of the blast. He winced as he touched a sore spot. The young padawan sat in the medical quarters of the Jedi’s transport and lowered his head in humility. Embarrassment still hung over him in an oppressive haze. He’d seen the disappointed look in his master’s eyes. He’ll never trust me again. . . .I’ve lost his respect. . . This hadn’t been the first time he’d allowed his anger to graze the surface of his being. Qui-gon had repeatedly commanded him to think more clearly. And now I’ve ruined everything. . .
Staring down at his wound, Obi-wan felt that he deserved precisely what had happened to him. He wished he’d been wounded more grievously. I don’t deserve as good a master as I have. . .
“You need to keep that bandaged.”
Obi-wan looked up, startled. Qui-gon Jinn, his master, stood in the doorway, his long dark Jedi robes falling down past his broad shoulders. His eyes were still dark with disappointment and gazing at his wounded arm. Obi-wan nodded hastily and grasped the bandage lying at his side, beginning to re-wrap his arm. A deep silence filled the room as he did this. Once he’d finished wrapping his wound, he kept his eyes downward. He didn’t think he could take the coldness in his master’s eyes any longer.
“Look at me, Obi-wan,” he heard Qui-gon command quietly from across the room.
Gathering his waning nerve to him, the young apprentice looked upwards slowly. The coldness in Qui-gon’s eyes had warmed a little with sympathy, thought not yet completely forgiving. The Jedi Master took a few steps into the room, his eyes never leaving Obi-wan’s. The apprentice’s heart hammered with trepidation.
“Do you understand why I was angry with you today?” his master inquired quietly.
“Yes, Master.” Obi-wan nodded and looked downwards once again. His hands were beginning to shake, and he could hear his blood throbbing in his ears. The silence of the room began to grow until it pressed against him. Is he to scold me or gaze at me until I break?
He heard Qui-gon’s footsteps approach further into the room until he was standing just before him. Reluctantly, Obi-wan looked up. His master gazed down on him.
He’s so. . . .noble. So honorable. I love him. He hadn’t known when the evolution of esteemed admiration to fervent ardor had begun. It had gradually assailed him until it nearly crushed him with its power. Being in his master’s presence could be painful at times; painful with need. A need to love and be loved. Obi-wan looked up now, his eyes beginning to brim with emotion.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Please forgive me! I can’t take your disappointment any longer. . . .it’s killing me.
Qui-gon’s expression was unreadable for a long while as he gazed back at his apprentice. And then, compassion seemed to overcome him and he placed his hand beneath his apprentice’s chin
“You’re forgiven,” he replied. The single statement sent shivers of relief to rush through Obi-wan. Qui-gon moved his hand to rest on the side of his padawan’s neck, thumb gently caressing the lobe of his ear. Obi-wan’s eyes widened in surprise and his lips parted as his breaths came slightly faster. He’s. . .what is he doing? Qui-gon’s countenance remained indecipherable and blank.
Slowly, so as not to rupture the intense moment, Obi-wan stood from the medical cot. His master’s hand stayed upon his neck. A haze of passion flooded the padawan’s senses and he tore his eyes from his master; closing them while relishing in the gentle caress his master still gave him. Tremulously, he laid his forehead into his master’s chest. I can’t. . .can’t breathe. . .
He took a sharp, yet soft, intake of breath as he felt his master’s other hand rest against the opposite side of his neck. Opening his eyes, he looked up to attempt to read his master’s thoughts. Qui-gon’s eyes were different. They weren’t cold. They weren’t disappointed. They weren’t even contented. They were. . . . .passionate. For a moment’s spell, the apprentice forgot to breathe. He feels as I do. . .I can see the passion in his eyes.
Master and apprentice stood, inches from each other, halfway in one another’s embrace. Obi-wan longed for his master to kiss him; to make love to him and claim him as his own forever. Please. . .take me, I’m yours. My heart is yours to keep.
Qui-gon’s eyes flitted over Obi-wan’s face as if searching for something he could never attain. Obi-wan unknowingly pressed himself closer, until their bodies met completely. Allowing his mind to clear, he felt the want from his master radiate in waves. He could feel his master’s warm breath flutter lightly against his face. He closed his eyes once more; the prospect of being so close to his beloved mentor overwhelmed him.
A moment passed. And then another. Neither Jedi moved.
Obi-wan ventured his gaze upward slowly. Why does he hesitate?
Qui-gon slowly removed his hands from his apprentice. His reserved demeanor glazed over the passion in his eyes. Taking a step back, he muttered,
“Forgive me, Obi-wan.”
Without another word, the Jedi Master turned and left the room, leaving his apprentice standing alone and brokenhearted.
The End. . . .
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wrote this because I felt the need to shed a little more light on Obi-wan’s past with his master, Qui-gon Jinn. This story mostly acts as a prequel to Darkness of Desire, my story chronicling Obi-wan and Anakin’s relationship. I couldn’t really find a place to add this in that story so I decided to publish it as a separate piece.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit story, and I own none of the characters.
Author – Courtier
Rating – R for slash
Summary – Padawan learner, Obi-wan Kenobi, harbors feelings of unyielding devotion for his greatest friend and mentor. . .A prequel to ‘Darkness of Desire’.
This short story takes place shortly after Qui-gon Jinn and his young apprentice, Obi-wan Kenobi, act as mediators on the planet Dunnac, attempting to create peace in the small government’s civil war. . . .
************************************
Obi-wan Kenobi flexed his arm and rotated his stiff wrist. The wound was healing nicely, yet it still stung with a dull ache. It hadn’t bled in a few hours’ time. He took that as a good sign. Shaking his head at his own rashness, he reflected on the day’s earlier events.
Both he and his master had been negotiating matters between the Baron of Dunnac and the small rebellion’s leader. The rebel had shown deep regards of hatred towards the Baron and the two Jedi for their involvement in the matter; he’d even resorted to threats against them! Obi-wan’s master had tried to calm the man, yet he showed no signs of abating his behavior. Regrettably, Obi-wan had allowed his anger to get the best of him and brandished his saber as a warning. I’d only meant it as a warning! The rebel, taking it as a sign of hostility, had fired his blaster. Qui-gon had used his alliance with the force to thrust the man away, thus saving Obi-wan’s life, and thankfully, the blaster’s shot merely skimmed his arm.
Obi-wan traced his fingers along the long abrasion down his wrist which had been the effect of the blast. He winced as he touched a sore spot. The young padawan sat in the medical quarters of the Jedi’s transport and lowered his head in humility. Embarrassment still hung over him in an oppressive haze. He’d seen the disappointed look in his master’s eyes. He’ll never trust me again. . . .I’ve lost his respect. . . This hadn’t been the first time he’d allowed his anger to graze the surface of his being. Qui-gon had repeatedly commanded him to think more clearly. And now I’ve ruined everything. . .
Staring down at his wound, Obi-wan felt that he deserved precisely what had happened to him. He wished he’d been wounded more grievously. I don’t deserve as good a master as I have. . .
“You need to keep that bandaged.”
Obi-wan looked up, startled. Qui-gon Jinn, his master, stood in the doorway, his long dark Jedi robes falling down past his broad shoulders. His eyes were still dark with disappointment and gazing at his wounded arm. Obi-wan nodded hastily and grasped the bandage lying at his side, beginning to re-wrap his arm. A deep silence filled the room as he did this. Once he’d finished wrapping his wound, he kept his eyes downward. He didn’t think he could take the coldness in his master’s eyes any longer.
“Look at me, Obi-wan,” he heard Qui-gon command quietly from across the room.
Gathering his waning nerve to him, the young apprentice looked upwards slowly. The coldness in Qui-gon’s eyes had warmed a little with sympathy, thought not yet completely forgiving. The Jedi Master took a few steps into the room, his eyes never leaving Obi-wan’s. The apprentice’s heart hammered with trepidation.
“Do you understand why I was angry with you today?” his master inquired quietly.
“Yes, Master.” Obi-wan nodded and looked downwards once again. His hands were beginning to shake, and he could hear his blood throbbing in his ears. The silence of the room began to grow until it pressed against him. Is he to scold me or gaze at me until I break?
He heard Qui-gon’s footsteps approach further into the room until he was standing just before him. Reluctantly, Obi-wan looked up. His master gazed down on him.
He’s so. . . .noble. So honorable. I love him. He hadn’t known when the evolution of esteemed admiration to fervent ardor had begun. It had gradually assailed him until it nearly crushed him with its power. Being in his master’s presence could be painful at times; painful with need. A need to love and be loved. Obi-wan looked up now, his eyes beginning to brim with emotion.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Please forgive me! I can’t take your disappointment any longer. . . .it’s killing me.
Qui-gon’s expression was unreadable for a long while as he gazed back at his apprentice. And then, compassion seemed to overcome him and he placed his hand beneath his apprentice’s chin
“You’re forgiven,” he replied. The single statement sent shivers of relief to rush through Obi-wan. Qui-gon moved his hand to rest on the side of his padawan’s neck, thumb gently caressing the lobe of his ear. Obi-wan’s eyes widened in surprise and his lips parted as his breaths came slightly faster. He’s. . .what is he doing? Qui-gon’s countenance remained indecipherable and blank.
Slowly, so as not to rupture the intense moment, Obi-wan stood from the medical cot. His master’s hand stayed upon his neck. A haze of passion flooded the padawan’s senses and he tore his eyes from his master; closing them while relishing in the gentle caress his master still gave him. Tremulously, he laid his forehead into his master’s chest. I can’t. . .can’t breathe. . .
He took a sharp, yet soft, intake of breath as he felt his master’s other hand rest against the opposite side of his neck. Opening his eyes, he looked up to attempt to read his master’s thoughts. Qui-gon’s eyes were different. They weren’t cold. They weren’t disappointed. They weren’t even contented. They were. . . . .passionate. For a moment’s spell, the apprentice forgot to breathe. He feels as I do. . .I can see the passion in his eyes.
Master and apprentice stood, inches from each other, halfway in one another’s embrace. Obi-wan longed for his master to kiss him; to make love to him and claim him as his own forever. Please. . .take me, I’m yours. My heart is yours to keep.
Qui-gon’s eyes flitted over Obi-wan’s face as if searching for something he could never attain. Obi-wan unknowingly pressed himself closer, until their bodies met completely. Allowing his mind to clear, he felt the want from his master radiate in waves. He could feel his master’s warm breath flutter lightly against his face. He closed his eyes once more; the prospect of being so close to his beloved mentor overwhelmed him.
A moment passed. And then another. Neither Jedi moved.
Obi-wan ventured his gaze upward slowly. Why does he hesitate?
Qui-gon slowly removed his hands from his apprentice. His reserved demeanor glazed over the passion in his eyes. Taking a step back, he muttered,
“Forgive me, Obi-wan.”
Without another word, the Jedi Master turned and left the room, leaving his apprentice standing alone and brokenhearted.
The End. . . .
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I wrote this because I felt the need to shed a little more light on Obi-wan’s past with his master, Qui-gon Jinn. This story mostly acts as a prequel to Darkness of Desire, my story chronicling Obi-wan and Anakin’s relationship. I couldn’t really find a place to add this in that story so I decided to publish it as a separate piece.