TITLE: Kisu
AUTHORS: Amikara and Key
DATE: 2001-09-16 (1:43am)
FANDOM: SW - TMP
PAIRING: Qui-Gon/JarJar
RATING: R (for pairing)
ARCHIVE: our site
DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Lucas. If he still wants it.
CATEGORY: silly, not really funny although considered humor
NOTES:
Key: Don't ask.. -_- It all started as revenge. And the kiss is canon, read the
screenplay. And Key thinks her writing is laaaaaaaame here. Blah. Lots of thanks
to Sae for beta-reading, although it squicked her for life (or scarred for life,
what was it?). ;P
Amikara: Omg.. I just wrote Qui-Gon/JarJar.. and I even liked it.. >< Where's
the psychiatrist?
WARNINGS: Get's very weird at the end. But you knew that, right?
QUOT OF THE DAY:
amikara: (12:37 AM) jetzt hab ich mal literarische höchstergüsse und dann darf
ich sie nicht schreiben.. *motz*
Qui-Gon knew it wasn't appropriate for a Jedi. But he couldn't help it. He was
addicted. Helplessly addicted to JarJar's tongue.
It had started with JarJar's thank-you-kiss on Naboo, although he had been
squicked back then. Nevertheless, it had been Qui-Gon's first kiss, so of course
he couldn't forget it that easily.
The following nights the Jedi lay awake, touching his lips absently, remembering
the Gungan's moist and very soft skin. And suddenly, the thought wasn't all that
squicky anymore. In fact, he wanted to feel it again..
Ever since he had come to this realisation he could hardly hide his grumpyness
and had been unnecessarily rude to his padawan. Had all the over thirty years of
Jedi training been for nothing? When the Queen announced she wanted to go back
to her planet and the Jedi were assigned as her bodyguards, Qui-Gon didn't know
if he should be happy about the distraction or nervous about the fact that he
would be spending the next days on a small spaceship with JarJar.
He just hoped the Force would be with him..
==
JarJar wandered along the corridors, not paying much attention to his
surroundings. His mind was occupied with thoughts of a certain Jedi Master. He
hadn't been fully honest when he had told the human that kissing was a custom of
his people. It was, but it had a.. slightly different meaning. He'd been in love
with Qui-Gon ever since he'd seen his speech about planet-interaction and
lightsaber technology in front of the Jedi Temple two months ago. And of course
it hadn't been a coincidence that he'd been in the swamp right when Qui-Gon came
running. (His people usually didn't leave the water.)
Humming a random melody he walked on, turning around a corner. At the end of the
corridor were the sleeping quarters of the Jedi. JarJar knew that they were
currently empty, since Obi-Wan was in the cockpit and Qui talking to the queen.
JarJar's heart skipped a beat as an idea hit him.
Underpants.
He couldn't possibly be thinking about that. It would be -- he didn't know what
it would be like when he got caught. But.. wasn't a pair of Qui-Gon's underpants
worth the risk?
Glancing around in the corridor, making sure no-one else was there, he made his
way to the quarters. Opening the door a bit, he put his head through the cleft
and looked inside the room. It was empty, just as JarJar had expected it to be.
Fully opening the door, he quickly entered and then closed it behind him.
Scanning the room he made his way to the sleeping bunk, rummaging though the
chest which stood nearby, hoping to find something that belonged to Qui-Gon. But
unfortunately, he didn't. He dropped onto the bunk and released a sigh.
//So much for underpants..// he thought wryly. His gaze fell onto the blanket,
and a thought entered his mind. If he couldn't have the underpants, then at
least he could surround himself with the fabric his beloved Jedi lay on while
sleeping. Lying down, he draped the blanket across him; he could almost smell
Qui-Gon's scent. It somehow smelled.. sweet. It confused him, made him feel
dizzy. Tired.
Slowly JarJar's lids lowered. Why was he suddenly feeling so tired? He should
go, before Qui-Gon returned. But it felt so nice, the fabric so soft against his
skin. His eyes fell shut and sleep overcame him. His mind was so far away in a
land full of happiness and Qui-Gon that he didn't realize someone had entered
the room.
==
Qui-Gon sighed quietly as he entered their quarters. The queen was tiring on the
long run, and his mind had kept slipping from what she said until he had finally
excused himself. He let his cloak fall to the floor, followed by the rest of his
clothes. A shower. He needed a shower.
The bathing facilities on the space ship were much smaller than the ones he was
used to from the temple, but they were better than nothing. He entered the
fresher and let the hot stream of water splash down his body. It felt good, and
Qui-Gon couldn't think of anything else that would feel better - except for one
thing.
Shaking his head as if to clear his mind of the image of JarJar's lips melting
against his own he switched off the shower and stepped out of the unit. He
grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then took another to wrap his
hair in it. He stepped out of the facilities and only then realized he wasn't
alone. JarJar was lying on his sleeping bunk, obviously asleep, Qui-Gon's
blanket wrapped tightly around him. Whatever JarJar was dreaming, it must have
been something nice for the Gungan was smiling.
For a moment Qui-Gon was paralyzed and simply stared at the sleeping Gungan. He
felt a slight twitching on his lips, becoming more and more apparent. Qui-Gon
knew he had to do something about it, and he knew there was only one way.
Silently he approached JarJar.
He stopped when his knees touched the side of the bed and studied the alien face
for a while. Then, ever so slowly, he bent down and pressed his lips lightly to
JarJar's. The Gungan didn't wake - which wasn't a surprise since Gungan were
known to sleep quite deeply. There it was again, the moistness, the softness.
Qui-Gon was completely focused on the sensation and didn't notice the towel that
had held up his hair slipping down over his shoulders, or his hair falling down
and surrounding his face, the wet tips leaving shimmering traces on JarJar's
face.
Water. That was what made a Gungan wake up in an instant. JarJar's eyes
fluttered open and with a yelp he sat up, pushing Qui-Gon back.
For a moment, they stared at each other in complete shock. Then JarJar's hand
came up to touch his lips. "Yousa.."
Moments passed while neither of them moved or spoke. They simply gazed at each
other, JarJar's hand still touching his lips. It also was JarJar, then, who
moved first. Hesistantly he raised his hand and was about to touch Qui-Gon's
cheek, but the Jedi grabbed his hand before the contact could be established.
JarJar gasped and was about to pull back his hand when he realized that Qui-Gon
was increasing the strength of his grip, before he bent down and placed a light
kiss on JarJar's palm.
"Yousa.." JarJar started again, but immediately Qui-Gon's finger was on his lips
to silence him. "Don't.. just don't speak."
The Gungan nodded uncertainly, but he didn't need to think of what Qui-Gon had
meant with that or what to do next because the Jedi leaned closer again and
kissed him, pushed him back onto the bed and those events didn't leave much room
to think.
Qui-Gon willed the kiss to last forever, and for a while it seemed like it;
their bodies rubbing together and their entangled legs and their arms wrapped
around each other felt. just. perfect. JarJar's hand roamed up and down
Qui-Gon's back. Everytime the Gungan stroked downwards his hand slipped a bit
lower while his other hand was fumbling with the towel. Then their lips parted
and Qui-Gon was sucking on JarJar's neck. The skin there was even softer, the
feeling making his blood rush faster into lower parts of his body. He groaned as
he felt the towel that had been wrapped around his hips slip away and be
replaced by JarJar's legs, and he looked up. Their eyes met and locked in silent
conversation for a while.
==
Obi-Wan had a bad feeling about this. His master "had excused himself and gone
to his quarters" as Amidala had told him. That just wasn't right. Also, the
strange behaviour lately.. It all made Obi worry quite a lot. And not only from
duty.
A deep frown had formed on his forehead as he walked towards their room in
hurried steps. He had to restrain himself not to start running when the bad
feeling got worse.
"Mahstah?" he asked as soon as the door slid aside. Then he stopped, and stared.
Qui-Gon and the *Gungan* stared back from the bed where they were .. Obi-Wan
didn't want to think about what they were doing. He just snapped. The lightsaber
was in his hand before he even realized what he was doing and he jumped forward,
screaming in blind rage.
When Obi was finished, JarJar was in three pieces. In a quick move he had cut
the Gungan in half and decapitated him.
Qui-Gon couldn't believe what he saw, or didn't want to. He just stared from the
bloody mess on the floor to his panting padawan and back. Obi-Wan's eyes were
widened and his thoughts in chaos. But both Jedi turned around as they heard a
low chuckle.
"Aaaah, feel the dark side, Obi. Give in to it.."
Maul - in full Sith gear - stood in the doorway. His eyes were gleaming
mischievously as he offered a black-gloved hand to Obi-Wan.
"Come with me, young Jedi. We can have a lot of fun (and wild, hot monkey love)
together.."
Obi considered for a moment, then threw his lightsaber to the ground and grabbed
Maul's hand.
"I never liked blue anyway. And this braid is stupid. And black makes me look a
lot...."
His words faded as the door hissed shut, and Qui-Gon was left in darkness.
End.
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