TITLE: You call THAT love? (PART 1 of a collaboration fic with Obi the Kid)
AUTHOR: B. L. Lindley-Anderson
E-MAIL: Anderson@hiwaay.net
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Pre-TPM, Obi is 13. (Humor) A bit of snuggling upsets a padawan.
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.
OBI'S WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/movies/obithekid/
B.L.'S WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/lneeson
DISCLAIMER: The characters and venue of Star Wars are copyrighted to Lucas Films Limited. The characters not recognizable from this venue are copyrighted to Tracy C. Knight. The story is the intellectual property of Tracy C. Knight and is copyrighted to her. She makes no profit from the writing or distribution of this story.
NOTES: Part 2 of this story will be written by Obi the Kid and is the latest in our series of collaboration fics.
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You Call THAT Love? (PART 1)
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The door chime sounded and it was a race between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to get to the door first. The master's long legs gave him the advantage and he gently pushed his padawan to the side as he hit a button to open the door.
"Hi Stretch. Hi Kid. How are you two? I see you haven't killed each other yet."
"Funny Bren," Qui-Gon replied as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "Come in and get comfortable. Obi-Wan was just going to his room."
"I was," the boy replied in surprise. "But I thought we..."
"We are going to watch a holo-vid and talk. You are going to study, meditate and then to bed with you. And...no objections."
"Well, I am going to object," Obi-Wan said as he put his hands on his hips.
The elder Jedi turned back around. "You are?" he said in a low voice and dark eyes.
"Uh...well...no I guess I'm not," the padawan said hesitantly.
"I thought not. Now...go."
"Yes Master," the boy replied petulantly then stomped away.
"And close the door...all the way."
"Yes Master."
Bren stepped close to the tall knight and looked up into his blue eyes. "You're cute when you're bossy."
"I could say the same about you."
"But you won't."
"Why not?" he said in puzzlement.
"Because I would break your arm. I'm not bossy."
"No Bren. You're completely right. You are not bossy. Ready for a quiet evening together?" He led her to the sofa.
"What are we going to watch?"
"Does it matter?" Qui-Gon sat down and picked up the remote for the video monitor, which Bren promptly grabbed from his hand. "Yes, you may have the remote...Master Bren."
The woman glared slightly at him and then dug her fingers into his side...just at the spot where she knew he was most ticklish. Qui-Gon yelped in surprise and laughter and tried to shield his sensitive sides. "Okay, okay, I surrender."
"Yes, you do," Bren grinned. She playfully tugged at his beard.
"OW! Careful! That hurt."
"Aw. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to pull that hard. It was supposed to be a love tug. More like this." Bren barely pulled this time. "Always did like that beard. It becomes you so." She ran her fingertips gently through it.
"Now that tickles," Qui-Gon complained as he pulled her hand away and scratched his chin vigorously.
"Aw...Qui-Poo. Did I upset the big bad Jedi? I'm sorry," she pouted. "You're just too cute. If you weren't such a big...cute...handsome...Jedi master...I wouldn't want to pick on you so much."
Qui-Gon suddenly sat up straight. "Shh! Listen." He strained to hear. "Obi-Wan, is that you?"
"No Master," a muffled voice answered.
"You'd better have that door closed," he called back while he strained in the dim light to see if the door was indeed closed. There was no answer, no other sound.
"It's all right, Qui-Poo. He's a good kid."
"You don't know him at all. But...where were we?"
"We were right here, Snuggle Ewok." Bren ran her hands through his long chestnut and grey hair. "Does that make ooo feel better? Let Bren-Bren make you relax."
"Does Bren-Bren know how to make a headache go away?"
"Awwwwwwww...does him have a nasty headache?" Bren kissed his forehead. "Turn around and face me." He complied and she began to gently rub his temples. "Is that better Sweet Knees?"
"Mmmmm...that's great," he whispered as he allowed his head to tip forward.
"That's my liiiiiittle Jedi man. Just let Bren-Bren rub the pain away." She felt Qui-Gon stiffen under her hands. "What's wrong?"
The Jedi lifted his head and looked toward his apprentice's room again. He listened. "Obi-Wan, what are you doing?"
"Just studying Master."
"If I have to get up..."
"Qui, leave the kid alone. He's old enough to look after himself for one night. Now...come back to Brrrrrrr."
Qui-Gon grinned. He whirled around and lay back on the sofa with his head in Bren's lap. "That okay?"
"That's perfect my little Love Dumpling." She began tracing patterns on his face with a finger, ending up in his beard, gently tickling it. "You handsome devil."
"I am rather handsome, aren't I?"
"And soooooooooo modest too."
Bren began braiding his long hair.
"Hey, don't do that!"
"Why are men SO sensitive about that? It's all right for you padawan, but not for you? Just trust your little Cupcake. I just want to make you relax."
"All right...but you're going to take that out before you leave." Bren took a lock of his hair and began running it down the length of his face. "Mmm...tickles...but not too much."
"Yes, Bren-Bren knows what she is doing. You just relax and let her take care of you, you Stud Muffin."
"Shh...Obi-Wan is probably listening. I just know he is. That boy..."
"Shh...just forget about your padawan. Just think about relaxing. My wiiiittle Jedi Cutie-Wutie."
Qui-Gon laughed. "You need some nicknames. Hmm...Teddy Jeddy."
They both laughed and Bren goosed his side again. "That's so silly."
"And Cutie-Wutie isn't?"
"Ooo don't like ooour nickname, Qui-Qui?"
"Obi-Wan! Is that you laughing?"
"No Master. I can't study if you keep bothering me."
"Qui-Qui...just reeeeeeeeeeeeeeelax and let your wittle Teddy Jeddy make ooour headache goooooo away. Did ooo have a nasty time with the council today? Did that lil troll give ooo a hard time?" She began massaging his scalp. "Let it alllllll go. Bren-Bren is going to fix everything and make it alllll better." She leaned forward and gently kissed his lips.
"Mmmm...that helps." Qui-Gon closed his eyes while she continued rubbing his head.
"Does that make lil Qui-Poo allll relaxed? He's a big strong Jedi to the rest of the temple, but to me he's my lil Qui-Qui."
"Now I know I heard laughing that time."
"It doesn't matter Stretchie-Poo. You forget about eeeeeeeeeeverything and let me make it all better. How are you going to relax if you won't let things go? You're going to end up with an ulcer," she said quietly.
"Only because of Obi-Wan. You don't know what it's like with him sometimes. He..."
Bren planted another kiss, to shush his complaint. "Tonight you don't have an apprentice. It's just Bren-Bren and her lil furry Qui."
"Mmmm...what did I do to deserve this?"
"I don't know, but you should remember. It might inspire me to baby you even more some other time."
"Maybe we could slip out for a walk. I don't trust him."
"I'm comfortable riiiiiiiiight here in the lair of my Jedi bear. I've got something for you."
"What is it?"
"Here. I got this on my last trip off planet. Just for my Stud Muffin."
Qui-Gon sat up to open the box. Like a kid, he hurriedly ripped the paper away and tore the box open. The Jedi held up a pair of bright blue boxers with red hearts sprinkled all over. "Bren! I'm NOT wearing these!"
She laughed. "That's your choice. But I did think of my lil Jedi when I saw them." Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
"I have to hide these. If Obi-Wan ever saw them.... I remember the other boxers...the ones that..."
"That what?"
"Oh...nothing. Nothing. But if he ever saw these." Qui-Gon held them up again. Now he knew without a doubt he heard laughing. The man jumped up and hurried to Obi-Wan's door. As he suspected it was slightly open. Qui-Gon pushed it the rest of the way and walked in. Obi-Wan was lying on the floor laughing hysterically. "OBI-WAN!"
The boy was on his feet instantly. "Yes Master," he tried to say without laughing. The padawan would not look his master in the face.
"Studying? I thought I told you to close the door."
"But I...it must have...I...."
"I'll deal with you later. Get in the bed and don't move. I'm going to walk Bren back to her room...and then...I'll be back. You may die soon."
"Uh...ah...I'm sorry Master."
"Yeah, I can tell. Your eyes gleam when you say it. TO BED! NOW!" He turned and stomped out.
Just before the door closed behind him he heard, "Nice underwear Master."
END of Part 1
Part 2 by Obi the Kid coming soon...
AUTHOR: B. L. Lindley-Anderson
E-MAIL: Anderson@hiwaay.net
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Pre-TPM, Obi is 13. (Humor) A bit of snuggling upsets a padawan.
FEEDBACK: Always appreciated.
ARCHIVE: Please ask first.
OBI'S WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/movies/obithekid/
B.L.'S WEBSITE: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/lneeson
DISCLAIMER: The characters and venue of Star Wars are copyrighted to Lucas Films Limited. The characters not recognizable from this venue are copyrighted to Tracy C. Knight. The story is the intellectual property of Tracy C. Knight and is copyrighted to her. She makes no profit from the writing or distribution of this story.
NOTES: Part 2 of this story will be written by Obi the Kid and is the latest in our series of collaboration fics.
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You Call THAT Love? (PART 1)
===========================
The door chime sounded and it was a race between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to get to the door first. The master's long legs gave him the advantage and he gently pushed his padawan to the side as he hit a button to open the door.
"Hi Stretch. Hi Kid. How are you two? I see you haven't killed each other yet."
"Funny Bren," Qui-Gon replied as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "Come in and get comfortable. Obi-Wan was just going to his room."
"I was," the boy replied in surprise. "But I thought we..."
"We are going to watch a holo-vid and talk. You are going to study, meditate and then to bed with you. And...no objections."
"Well, I am going to object," Obi-Wan said as he put his hands on his hips.
The elder Jedi turned back around. "You are?" he said in a low voice and dark eyes.
"Uh...well...no I guess I'm not," the padawan said hesitantly.
"I thought not. Now...go."
"Yes Master," the boy replied petulantly then stomped away.
"And close the door...all the way."
"Yes Master."
Bren stepped close to the tall knight and looked up into his blue eyes. "You're cute when you're bossy."
"I could say the same about you."
"But you won't."
"Why not?" he said in puzzlement.
"Because I would break your arm. I'm not bossy."
"No Bren. You're completely right. You are not bossy. Ready for a quiet evening together?" He led her to the sofa.
"What are we going to watch?"
"Does it matter?" Qui-Gon sat down and picked up the remote for the video monitor, which Bren promptly grabbed from his hand. "Yes, you may have the remote...Master Bren."
The woman glared slightly at him and then dug her fingers into his side...just at the spot where she knew he was most ticklish. Qui-Gon yelped in surprise and laughter and tried to shield his sensitive sides. "Okay, okay, I surrender."
"Yes, you do," Bren grinned. She playfully tugged at his beard.
"OW! Careful! That hurt."
"Aw. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to pull that hard. It was supposed to be a love tug. More like this." Bren barely pulled this time. "Always did like that beard. It becomes you so." She ran her fingertips gently through it.
"Now that tickles," Qui-Gon complained as he pulled her hand away and scratched his chin vigorously.
"Aw...Qui-Poo. Did I upset the big bad Jedi? I'm sorry," she pouted. "You're just too cute. If you weren't such a big...cute...handsome...Jedi master...I wouldn't want to pick on you so much."
Qui-Gon suddenly sat up straight. "Shh! Listen." He strained to hear. "Obi-Wan, is that you?"
"No Master," a muffled voice answered.
"You'd better have that door closed," he called back while he strained in the dim light to see if the door was indeed closed. There was no answer, no other sound.
"It's all right, Qui-Poo. He's a good kid."
"You don't know him at all. But...where were we?"
"We were right here, Snuggle Ewok." Bren ran her hands through his long chestnut and grey hair. "Does that make ooo feel better? Let Bren-Bren make you relax."
"Does Bren-Bren know how to make a headache go away?"
"Awwwwwwww...does him have a nasty headache?" Bren kissed his forehead. "Turn around and face me." He complied and she began to gently rub his temples. "Is that better Sweet Knees?"
"Mmmmm...that's great," he whispered as he allowed his head to tip forward.
"That's my liiiiiittle Jedi man. Just let Bren-Bren rub the pain away." She felt Qui-Gon stiffen under her hands. "What's wrong?"
The Jedi lifted his head and looked toward his apprentice's room again. He listened. "Obi-Wan, what are you doing?"
"Just studying Master."
"If I have to get up..."
"Qui, leave the kid alone. He's old enough to look after himself for one night. Now...come back to Brrrrrrr."
Qui-Gon grinned. He whirled around and lay back on the sofa with his head in Bren's lap. "That okay?"
"That's perfect my little Love Dumpling." She began tracing patterns on his face with a finger, ending up in his beard, gently tickling it. "You handsome devil."
"I am rather handsome, aren't I?"
"And soooooooooo modest too."
Bren began braiding his long hair.
"Hey, don't do that!"
"Why are men SO sensitive about that? It's all right for you padawan, but not for you? Just trust your little Cupcake. I just want to make you relax."
"All right...but you're going to take that out before you leave." Bren took a lock of his hair and began running it down the length of his face. "Mmm...tickles...but not too much."
"Yes, Bren-Bren knows what she is doing. You just relax and let her take care of you, you Stud Muffin."
"Shh...Obi-Wan is probably listening. I just know he is. That boy..."
"Shh...just forget about your padawan. Just think about relaxing. My wiiiittle Jedi Cutie-Wutie."
Qui-Gon laughed. "You need some nicknames. Hmm...Teddy Jeddy."
They both laughed and Bren goosed his side again. "That's so silly."
"And Cutie-Wutie isn't?"
"Ooo don't like ooour nickname, Qui-Qui?"
"Obi-Wan! Is that you laughing?"
"No Master. I can't study if you keep bothering me."
"Qui-Qui...just reeeeeeeeeeeeeeelax and let your wittle Teddy Jeddy make ooour headache goooooo away. Did ooo have a nasty time with the council today? Did that lil troll give ooo a hard time?" She began massaging his scalp. "Let it alllllll go. Bren-Bren is going to fix everything and make it alllll better." She leaned forward and gently kissed his lips.
"Mmmm...that helps." Qui-Gon closed his eyes while she continued rubbing his head.
"Does that make lil Qui-Poo allll relaxed? He's a big strong Jedi to the rest of the temple, but to me he's my lil Qui-Qui."
"Now I know I heard laughing that time."
"It doesn't matter Stretchie-Poo. You forget about eeeeeeeeeeverything and let me make it all better. How are you going to relax if you won't let things go? You're going to end up with an ulcer," she said quietly.
"Only because of Obi-Wan. You don't know what it's like with him sometimes. He..."
Bren planted another kiss, to shush his complaint. "Tonight you don't have an apprentice. It's just Bren-Bren and her lil furry Qui."
"Mmmm...what did I do to deserve this?"
"I don't know, but you should remember. It might inspire me to baby you even more some other time."
"Maybe we could slip out for a walk. I don't trust him."
"I'm comfortable riiiiiiiiight here in the lair of my Jedi bear. I've got something for you."
"What is it?"
"Here. I got this on my last trip off planet. Just for my Stud Muffin."
Qui-Gon sat up to open the box. Like a kid, he hurriedly ripped the paper away and tore the box open. The Jedi held up a pair of bright blue boxers with red hearts sprinkled all over. "Bren! I'm NOT wearing these!"
She laughed. "That's your choice. But I did think of my lil Jedi when I saw them." Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
"I have to hide these. If Obi-Wan ever saw them.... I remember the other boxers...the ones that..."
"That what?"
"Oh...nothing. Nothing. But if he ever saw these." Qui-Gon held them up again. Now he knew without a doubt he heard laughing. The man jumped up and hurried to Obi-Wan's door. As he suspected it was slightly open. Qui-Gon pushed it the rest of the way and walked in. Obi-Wan was lying on the floor laughing hysterically. "OBI-WAN!"
The boy was on his feet instantly. "Yes Master," he tried to say without laughing. The padawan would not look his master in the face.
"Studying? I thought I told you to close the door."
"But I...it must have...I...."
"I'll deal with you later. Get in the bed and don't move. I'm going to walk Bren back to her room...and then...I'll be back. You may die soon."
"Uh...ah...I'm sorry Master."
"Yeah, I can tell. Your eyes gleam when you say it. TO BED! NOW!" He turned and stomped out.
Just before the door closed behind him he heard, "Nice underwear Master."
END of Part 1
Part 2 by Obi the Kid coming soon...