BETA
bios - life
Obi-Wan walked out of the shower, hot water still dripping from his hair and body, and sighed heavily. A few months worth of sweat and grime had taken longer than he had expected to wash off. Even now he could still feel the ache and fatigue clinging to his limbs, much like the dirt had. Unlike the grime of the past months, however, it would not simply wash off in an hour or so. Obi-Wan needed at least a few days to recuperate. His immune system had weakened without adequate rest or nourishment and even his master had pointed out that illness would be the only result if Obi-Wan did not take the time to rest. Grumbling to himself, Obi-Wan scrubbed a towel through his hair. He was tired, but not *that* tired. Well, let Qui- Gon worry. It was not going to do either of them that much harm if Obi-Wan slept a few more hours than he needed to. After a quick rubdown with the towel, Obi-Wan drew on a bathrobe and went to go lay down.
"Feel better?" Qui-Gon murmured as Obi-Wan sat next to him on their bed. He had bathed earlier and was reading something off of a datapad. Turning to Obi-Wan he clicked off the pad.
With a quick kiss, Obi-Wan touched his lips to Qui-Gon's. "Much, thank you. Would you like me to edit your report?" He reached for the datapad, only to get a look of reproof. Obi-Wan let Qui-Gon take the datapad away and place on the bedside table, but was unable to hold back the sigh of exasperation. "I can do it. It should only take me an hour or two."
"The reports can wait."
"Qui-Gon. The sooner it's done, the sooner you can stop worrying about it."
"I'm not worried about the report, Obi-Wan."
The tone of Qui-Gon's voice and the look in his eyes, both mildly stern, halted the words Obi-Wan was about to utter. A look of surrender was all Obi-Wan could muster. He shook his head and collapsed against the pillows. If Qui-Gon was still bent on worrying, fine. He would go to sleep, get up before Qui-Gon awoke, and finish the mission reports tomorrow morning. Even if Obi-Wan was not too tired to read reports, he was too tired to argue. Looking up from his pillow, Obi-Wan frowned.
"What?" He asked tersely and tried to ignore the faint trace of apprehension in Qui-Gon's eyes. "I've gone to bed."
"Yes." Qui-Gon shut off the bedside hololamp. Only the faint glow of the light in the corridor illuminated their bedchamber. In the low light, Obi- Wan felt the mattress shift, then the touch of Qui-Gon's hand on his chest. "You need to relax. Your mind," Qui-Gon kissed his hair gently, "and your body."
Obi-Wan felt a healing warmth start to spread throughout his body. Muscles he had not realized were tense relaxed; aches he had not paid attention to faded. He melted into that warmth, sighing aloud and letting his eyes slowly fall shut. A shiver convulsed his body when Qui-Gon lifted his hand from Obi-Wan's chest. Before Obi-Wan could reopen his eyes to question the move, a blanket covered him and Qui-Gon's hand rubbed his chest beneath the cover. Lazily he turned to Qui-Gon, his irritation dissipating. "I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Hush, it's all right. You need to learn not to push yourself all the time."
"I seem to need a lot of things tonight." Obi-Wan placed his hand atop Qui- Gon's. "Thank you."
"You're so precious to me. I couldn't bear it if you got ill from the fatigue."
"I doubt I would get ill just because I missed a few hours of sleep."
"It was more than a few hours, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan acquiesced with a slow nod. Qui-Gon still massaged his chest and had switched from simple warmth to more strong waves of healing energy. Deep down inside of him Obi-Wan felt regeneration taking place. Qui-Gon was revitalizing him at the most basic level â€" reaching down to his cells, rebuilding what had been lost and strengthening what had been weakened. It was a peculiar talent of his master's, this healing touch, and one that had become more effective after the two of them became mates. Obi-Wan sighed tiredly and moved closer to Qui-Gon. Only his master could touch him so closely so that Qui-Gon came into contact so intimately. Or, at least as intimate as one could get without moving beyond the physical. Qui-Gon's touch was healing him at the cellular level, besides the spiritual one. Obi-Wan snuggled deep into his embrace and slipped his arms around Qui-Gon. He needed to do one more thing, to say a few more words, before sleep dulled his senses completely.
"You give me life, Qui-Gon."
bios - life
Obi-Wan walked out of the shower, hot water still dripping from his hair and body, and sighed heavily. A few months worth of sweat and grime had taken longer than he had expected to wash off. Even now he could still feel the ache and fatigue clinging to his limbs, much like the dirt had. Unlike the grime of the past months, however, it would not simply wash off in an hour or so. Obi-Wan needed at least a few days to recuperate. His immune system had weakened without adequate rest or nourishment and even his master had pointed out that illness would be the only result if Obi-Wan did not take the time to rest. Grumbling to himself, Obi-Wan scrubbed a towel through his hair. He was tired, but not *that* tired. Well, let Qui- Gon worry. It was not going to do either of them that much harm if Obi-Wan slept a few more hours than he needed to. After a quick rubdown with the towel, Obi-Wan drew on a bathrobe and went to go lay down.
"Feel better?" Qui-Gon murmured as Obi-Wan sat next to him on their bed. He had bathed earlier and was reading something off of a datapad. Turning to Obi-Wan he clicked off the pad.
With a quick kiss, Obi-Wan touched his lips to Qui-Gon's. "Much, thank you. Would you like me to edit your report?" He reached for the datapad, only to get a look of reproof. Obi-Wan let Qui-Gon take the datapad away and place on the bedside table, but was unable to hold back the sigh of exasperation. "I can do it. It should only take me an hour or two."
"The reports can wait."
"Qui-Gon. The sooner it's done, the sooner you can stop worrying about it."
"I'm not worried about the report, Obi-Wan."
The tone of Qui-Gon's voice and the look in his eyes, both mildly stern, halted the words Obi-Wan was about to utter. A look of surrender was all Obi-Wan could muster. He shook his head and collapsed against the pillows. If Qui-Gon was still bent on worrying, fine. He would go to sleep, get up before Qui-Gon awoke, and finish the mission reports tomorrow morning. Even if Obi-Wan was not too tired to read reports, he was too tired to argue. Looking up from his pillow, Obi-Wan frowned.
"What?" He asked tersely and tried to ignore the faint trace of apprehension in Qui-Gon's eyes. "I've gone to bed."
"Yes." Qui-Gon shut off the bedside hololamp. Only the faint glow of the light in the corridor illuminated their bedchamber. In the low light, Obi- Wan felt the mattress shift, then the touch of Qui-Gon's hand on his chest. "You need to relax. Your mind," Qui-Gon kissed his hair gently, "and your body."
Obi-Wan felt a healing warmth start to spread throughout his body. Muscles he had not realized were tense relaxed; aches he had not paid attention to faded. He melted into that warmth, sighing aloud and letting his eyes slowly fall shut. A shiver convulsed his body when Qui-Gon lifted his hand from Obi-Wan's chest. Before Obi-Wan could reopen his eyes to question the move, a blanket covered him and Qui-Gon's hand rubbed his chest beneath the cover. Lazily he turned to Qui-Gon, his irritation dissipating. "I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Hush, it's all right. You need to learn not to push yourself all the time."
"I seem to need a lot of things tonight." Obi-Wan placed his hand atop Qui- Gon's. "Thank you."
"You're so precious to me. I couldn't bear it if you got ill from the fatigue."
"I doubt I would get ill just because I missed a few hours of sleep."
"It was more than a few hours, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan acquiesced with a slow nod. Qui-Gon still massaged his chest and had switched from simple warmth to more strong waves of healing energy. Deep down inside of him Obi-Wan felt regeneration taking place. Qui-Gon was revitalizing him at the most basic level â€" reaching down to his cells, rebuilding what had been lost and strengthening what had been weakened. It was a peculiar talent of his master's, this healing touch, and one that had become more effective after the two of them became mates. Obi-Wan sighed tiredly and moved closer to Qui-Gon. Only his master could touch him so closely so that Qui-Gon came into contact so intimately. Or, at least as intimate as one could get without moving beyond the physical. Qui-Gon's touch was healing him at the cellular level, besides the spiritual one. Obi-Wan snuggled deep into his embrace and slipped his arms around Qui-Gon. He needed to do one more thing, to say a few more words, before sleep dulled his senses completely.
"You give me life, Qui-Gon."