KittandChips: Yeah, I wish there were more stories out there with Qui-Gon and Dooku in them. Who knows maybe this will stir the pot and get others to start ;)
Hehehehe! Yeah isn't Qui juz a softy? ;) Thanks for reading!
Jedikma: Hey! Glad to see ya stop by here! :D Thanks blush I do try to give the lusty and charismatic Count to be the justice he deserves! :D hehehe
It took me several tries to finish it due to having to stop and fan myself. Whew Got awful hot I tell you!
Hope you enjoy this lil bit... well it's a lil longer than the first bit. As for their first kiss... I am doing a lil tale with a couple other authors and it will have their first kiss in it. But this is technically a little bit after that.
This is right after Dooku leaves Qui-Gon to meditate for his punishment.
Second Kiss
The Jedi Temple's library...one of the largest rooms in the Temple there was only a couple of others that meet or superseded the size of this immense room.
Master Dooku's scowl shifted slightly as he remembered the several times he had hidden in this very room when he was a child. When he had nightmares that would drive him from the crèche in horror. He would sneak out and slip down into the library for comfort.
He stopped as he approached the busts of the Lost Ones. Turning, he looked at them as he clasped his hands behind his back. How ironic that these heads were a comfort to a frighten little boy. His scowl deepened as he was reminded about his weakness as a child. I am afraid no longer! Nothing frightens me any more. A sneer replaced the frown as his eyes took on a glint of arrogance.
"Yan? You're back from the mission already?" Jocasta Nu, the newly appointed Archivist asked as she walked up behind the tall Jedi. She concentrated for a moment with the Force and noticed the instability that radiated around Dooku.
The tall Jedi turned on his heel and looked down on his friend of old. He silently berated himself for not focusing; he had not sensed her approach.
"Yes, we are back." He replied crisply as his eyes took in the slight changes of the Archivist that he noticed. She had her hair up once more in the bun and was wearing an off-white tunic with designs on the tabard. His hard expressions lighten a little as his muscles began to relax some. Just being near her has calmed me considerably.
He sighed inwardly as he braved a small smile. "I'm sorry Jo. Qui-Gon and me...we had..." He shook his head and looked away. He spotted several initiates across the way and focused on the youngest for the moment.
Jocasta was slightly taken back by the sharpness of his words. But she wasn't all that surprised. She was used to his moods and lately they had been on a tangent. She smiled warmly as she reached out to pat his arm in order to get back his attention. "Come let's go to my office and talk." She headed down one of the multiple rows that consisted of data varying from governments and their politics to planets and their wildlife. She headed for the far back wall of the library, nodding in return to those that greeted her as she passed by them.
Dooku followed at a slower rate. This is why I came...to talk with her. But now...
Jocasta entered her office, which was a small room consisting of a desk that had a terminal on it, several chairs, a small end table that had a pitcher with some water in it. Her desk had durasheets spread across it with a cup near the keyboard. The walls were of a light tan in coloring while the floor was carpeted with a shaggy dark brown material. Taking a seat behind the desk, she motioned for Dooku to sit as well.
Dooku hesitated as the door closed behind him. He had not really talked with her lately. As the thought crossed his mind, he took a chair and positioned it in front of the desk. He turned it around and straddled it. He then laid his arms on the top of the chair's back and rested his chin on them. He sighed quietly as a strange weariness crept up on him unexpectedly.
"It has been a while has it not?" His elegant voice reflected the weariness that he felt. Lifting his head, he stared into the archivist's face.
Jocasta was shocked by the change she saw in her old friend. Old...we are getting older aren't we? She admitted to herself as she spotted the silver in his hair and beard. She had barely heard the sigh and only then did she spot the silver. "Yes it has been a couple of months..." She trailed off as she studied his expression. "Yan, what is it?" Concern filled her voice as her eyes reflected the feeling.
He wiped his face with his hand and then rubbed his jaw roughly. "Qui-Gon defied me." He was able to get the words out before his voice broke.
She nodded slowly. "He has done that before."
"But not like this...not when lives were at stake. And he did it because of some feline beast that was sick. An animal of all things! He disobeyed a direct order from me for some beast!" He hissed out as his eyes glowed. He moved his hands to rub his eyes and then his temples as a deep sigh escaped his lips.
"I am sure there was a good enough reason. Qui has always been loyal and dedicated to you. There are no others like him." She got up from her desk and walked over to his side. Squatting down, she laid an assuring hand on his shoulder.
"He said the Force guided him. I swear the Living Force will be the death of that boy if he doesn't learn to curve his recklessness." Dooku eyed Jocasta and attempted a weak smile at her touch.
"Reminds me of another boy I once knew." She smirked a little as she got up from her squatting position. "Here let me help with your tenseness." She walked to get behind him.
Knowing what she was going to do, he got up from the chair and removed his cloak, utility belt, and overtunic. Lying them neatly next to his chair he sat back down putting his hands in his lap, straddling the chair once more.
Jocasta began to massage his neck and shoulders. She was surprised at how tight the muscles were under her fingers. "You are tense, relax Yan." She mumbled next to his ear.
Dooku stopped the tremors that threaten to overcome him as her breath drifted across his cheek. The warmth sent a shiver down his spine. He stifled the moan that begged to be released as her hands worked their magic on his muscles. Closing his eyes he allowed his head to fall forward enabling her free rein on his neck as well. "I am as relaxed as I can get, Jo. I take it then that they are pretty tight?"
She smiled at the shortness of her name, but it faltered as she realized that something else must have been bothering him or that the issue between him and Qui-Gon was worse than she had first thought. "Yes they are, now be still so I can do this."
For the next twenty minutes she worked the kinks out of his neck and shoulders. Jocasta chuckled quietly as she noticed that the regal Jedi had dozed off. He had leaned forward a little while ago to rest his forehead on his arms which had been moved back on top of the back of the chair. She smiled warmly as she finished up the massage, remembering the times in the past that he had falling asleep during her massages. Looking down at Dooku, she could not resist the temptation of caressing his bearded cheek. She had wondered if it was as soft as his hair.
Her fingers lightly grazed the sleeping man's jaw and her smile widened as her idea was proven true. It is soft...and look at the silver. The brown beard was neatly trimmed and was so dark in color that one could almost believe it was black. The silver makes him look so noble. She then looked at his hair. It too, had several streaks of silver throughout the ponytail. He has let it grow out some more. She fingered his hair affectionately and sighed sadly. He lets too many trivial things get under his skin. She gently laid the ponytail back down on his back and then walked over to her desk. Picking up her cup, she headed to the end table and poured her some water.
Dooku was a wakened by the pouring water. He blinked several times before lifting his head up to look over at Jocasta. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to fall asleep on you." He apologized as he got up to put his clothing and belt back on.
"Don't fret, Yan. You were only out for a few minutes and it let's me know that I haven't lost my touch over the years." She chuckled and took a sip from her cup. "Would you like some water?"
"No thank you." He eyed her, his dark eyes sparkling with mirth as he lifted one of his ornate eyebrows. "And you didn't take advantage of me?"
"Yan! I would never..." She stuttered as his serious expression abruptly changed to a humorous grin. He then let out a heartfelt chuckle as he closed the distance between the two embracing her in a friendly hug.
She was not prepared for the hug as she nearly dropped the cup she was still holding. Dooku was not one for 'touchy-feely' and she could not recover from her shock in time before he saw it. She returned the embrace as well as one could with a cup in hand.
"Surprised you did I? Mark one for me!" His chuckle vibrated through her chest as she looked up at him and stared him in the eyes, her breath catching. He was almost a good foot taller than she was.
Dooku felt her breath catch as he looked down into her equally dark eyes. He brought up a hand and caressed her cheek then her ear gently. He then laid the hand at the base of her neck, tapping the freckles that he knew were there. "The hair being up like this brings out the roundness of your face." His voice had taken on a slight huskiness and he blinked once, startled at the change.
Jocasta blushed a little at the comment and at the change of his voice. She had never heard him talk like that and it made her heart sing.
Dooku swallowed hard as he froze. He could not move either hand; the one that held her in the embrace still or the one that was at the base of her neck. His breath quickened as he noticed the flush of her face and how the pink moved down her neck. He followed the coloring until it vanished into the collar of her tunic. He wondered just how far the pink had gone. Realizing what he had just thought, he quickly looked back up and met her gaze. Her pupils had dilated to fine pinpoints making her eyes nearly pure in their dark brown coloring. He attempted to clear his throat but a slight groan escaped instead. It was his turn to take on the embarrassing flush.
Jocasta froze as soon as his eyes started trailing down her throat. She saw him swallow and watched as the Adam's apple bobbed under the pressure. When the groan came from him, her knees nearly buckled as he made eye contact with her. The wanting in his eyes stole her breath away. At the flushing of his face, her mouth opened and a little gasp fled from her mouth. Her heart was pounding and she could feel his heart echoing each of her own beats.
"Jo..." His voice was even huskier as he tried to wet his lips with his tongue. His throat and mouth was drier than the sands of Tatooine. He struggled to look away, but was stopped by a smooth, small hand.
Jocasta could not stop herself as she took the side of his face in her palm. She lightly caressed his jaw, once again enjoying the softness of the beard. She could not find her voice as she opened her mouth to talk so she closed it.
He leaned into her touch as he took his hand from the back of her neck and placed it over her hand on his face. Closing his eyes he sighed as he basked in the warmth of her palm.
She put the cup on the end table and put her arm around his back. "Yan...I'm not sure..."
"Shhhh. Don't speak. Don't say anything." His voice was low and still husky. Keeping his eyes closed he began to caress her hand and slowly made his way down her arm. "You are so smooth and warm to the touch." He then opened his eyes as his hand moved back to join where the other one was still encircled around her waist. Staring down at her, he was having trouble keeping his breathing steady. He leaned down next to her cheek and inhaled slowly through his nose. The air from his mouth while exhaling tickled her ear as the warmth from his breath sent a shiver down her back. This time it was her that swallowed hard.
"You have always smelled like the spring. The flowery scent mixed with water." His chest moved with each breath. It was now obvious to her that he could not control his breathing any longer just as she was beginning to loose control of her own breaths.
They had avoided being this close for the last couple of months due to the slip of their first kiss. It had happen near the busts of the Lost Ones and if it hadn't been for Qui-Gon coming to ask his Master a question...who knows what else could have possibly happened. But there was no Qui-Gon with questions and there was bound to be no interruptions of any kind due to them being in her office and behind a closed door.
Her breath quickened as she nearly panicked at what could happen. Would I mind so much? She closed her eyes tightly attempting to reclaim the calm that she was renowned for having. She was met with total failure as her mind was in a whirl.
"Yan..." She croaked and stopped as she was shocked by her own voice.
Dooku moved his head back from the side of her face. He had been enjoying the fragrance of her perfume mixed with her own natural scent. He moved back just enough to see her face; their noses were nearly touching. He could see the slight frightful look that was on her face, but all it did was entice him further. The beating of his heart was deafening to him. Everything around him faded away as he saw only her face.
His erratic breaths on her mouth were her undoing. She took her hand from his back and gently laid it on the opposite side of the face from where her other hand still was lying.
Sensing what she was about to do, he complied first by tilting his head a little to the left and closed the distance between their mouths.
This kiss was like the first one, and then more. Dooku pulled her tighter against him and his blood was on fire and it was beginning to engulf him. Only she could put the devastating flames out. When her mouth opened and allowed his tongue entrance, a sensation like no other rocked his world. All that he knew and held on to slipped away, as this woman became the missing link that he had no idea that he was missing in his life. He groaned into her mouth as their tongues sparred as if they were in a lightsaber match.
Jocasta was overcome by the emotional feelings that erupted from the tall Jedi. When their kiss deepened she finally gave in and allowed the sin to happen. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but how could it be wrong if it felt so right? She was confused by what she was thinking, but when his tongue touched hers all thoughts vanished like the dust in the wind after a rainfall.
When Dooku groaned, her body betrayed her and a whimper answered in return. She had no idea that a simple kiss could shake the foundations of her stable mind.
Time stood still as the two kissed. What seemed like forever but in actuality was only a few minutes. The two broke off in order to catch their breaths. Both were heavily breathing in the well-needed oxygen. Dooku held her tightly as if afraid that she would disappear. Am I dreaming this? Is this for real? He eyed the woman in his arms as she, too struggled to get air into her lungs.
He began to kiss her gently on the cheek, the jaw, and worked his way down her neck to the spot where her shoulder met her throat. She began to tremble in his arms as she reached out to grasp his shoulders tightly in order to remain standing up. Her movements nearly driving him insane as he felt the slight trembling of her body against his.
"Jo...I don't think...I can't..." He gulped loudly as his voice had deepened even further. He looked back up into her face and saw that the brown of her eyes had darken.
She shook her head, as she was afraid to speak. His soft kisses had relieved her of what control she had left. She was at his mercy and she knew it. Usually something like this would have frustrated her, but she gave in...gave in to fate. The Force must want it...otherwise something would have stopped this by now. She made the next choice as she embraced him and instigated the next kiss.
Dooku's last string of control snapped as an earth-shattering moan exploded from him. He gave into his feelings while driving away the reminding warnings that echoed in his head.
She began to pull off his robe as the kiss deepened. Once more their tongues began to spar and he pulled away from her only to begin the pecking of her jaw and neck and back up to her ear. "You have no idea...no idea how long. I had no idea until that first kiss." He whispered hoarsely in her ear as he took the lobe in his mouth and nibbled.
If he had not been holding on to her, she would have fallen. His breath upon her ear and then the gentle biting had done her in. Her knees collapsed as they refused to hold her weight any longer.
He felt her go limp in his arms and gently held on as he laid her down on the floor on his robe that she had successfully taken off of him. He used the Force to pull it out to its full length as he gently placed her on it. He caressed her face with one hand and laid on top of her. His other arm was along her side on the ground in order to keep most of his weight off her.
"You are the light in my life. I was a fool to have not noticed it by now." He whispered as he leaned down and entrapped her mouth once more.
Jocasta's mind was a blur as his words entered her thoughts. Her sigh was one of contentment.
The two worked each other's clothes off and before they knew it they were in each other's arms and once again time stood still for the new lovers.
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The two had no idea as to how much time had passed. They were lying on his robe and had the edges around them for she had gotten a chill afterward."We probably should not have done this..." Her voice broke the silence. They had been lying together in each other's embrace for a while now. She felt him stiffen at what she had said and quickly let him know that she wasn't sorry for what they had done. "I am glad though, believe me Yan. If there was to be anyone at all, he could only be you." She gently kissed his chest. She then raised her head to look into his eyes. She had been resting her head on his shoulder while curled up against his long frame.
The tenseness evaporated as the one arm wrapped around her tightened and relaxed once more. "There was only you." He said huskily as he met her look. "And will only continue to be you." He pulled her up to him and kissed her long and slow.
She sighed once more and felt a slight release of emotion that she had never felt before. Jealousy? Why would I be jealous if he did sleep with another... His kiss interrupted her thought as she gave in to another bout of love play.
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The evening continued on as the two loved and talked quietly.
Jocasta was overcome with the giggles as she realized their predicament. "On the floor...and in my office..."
Dooku's deep laughter joined hers. "I'm sorry, love..." He wasn't sure what to say. Though she was laughing, he couldn't get the idea out of his mind that this had not been very romantic at all.
"Neither one of us were prepared. We didn't come in here knowing that we were going to have sex." She chuckled some more as she got dressed.
He stiffened at her remark as he was putting on his own clothing. Clearing his throat, he turned to look at her. Her hair was undone and hung loosely across her now clothed back. He had no idea when he had taken down her hair, or if she was the one to have done it. Before he knew it, he had her in his arms and was breathing in her scent. Now it was mixed with his. He groaned quietly as he took in the smells, relishing the fact that his was mingled with hers.
"Yan..." Jocasta fought her own feelings. She was fine until he groaned. How does he do that? She was puzzled at how her body reacted to the sound he made.
"Yes...yes...you're right. I need to get back and see if Qui-Gon is still meditating." Dooku reluctantly let her go and reached for his robe. Only then did he realize that his own hair was no longer pinned back as well. He turned and lifted a black eyebrow as he flipped some of his hair out of his face.
She shrugged and handed him the clip that she just had found on the floor. "I like your hair all down. It brings out your eyes." She smirked.
He took the offered clip from her and swatted her rear with the other hand. A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.
She squeaked and slapped his arm. "Yan!" She called out and dashed for her desk as the regal Master pursued her throughout the small room.
He finally cornered her against a wall and pressed himself against her. His robe flittered and landed lightly against his booted legs as he came to a standstill against her.
Her eyes deepened once more as the fine layer of sweat from earlier had dried off from both their skins. She blushed as he kissed her lightly.
"I must go...but I don't want to. Why can't this moment last forever?" He closed his eyes and sighed as he laid his forehead against her own.
"All things come to an end eventually. And we must continue onward." Her voice was quiet, but the meaning rang true.
"I will not be able to look upon you the same way...but I will not betray what has happened." Dooku's voice was hoarse as he strove to talk.
"What has happened, Yan? What changed to cause this?" She whispered as she caressed his bearded cheek.
He opened his eyes and moved his head back a little in order to observe her face. "We've grown up..." He whispered back, ignoring the first question. He wanted to deny the fact that he 'loved' someone for he had never 'loved' before. He had never allowed himself the chance. Never allowed himself the opportunity to open himself up. But with her...with her he had given her his all. During their lovemaking he had open himself fully to the Force and to her. He had allowed her to feel what he had been feeling. In return she had done the same enabling them to feel and experience each other's feelings and the emotions that were felt should have echoed throughout the planet.
Dooku silently thanked his old Master for the lessons on shielding. Master Yoda had relentlessly made him practice over and over. And once he had mastered that technique he had been forced to master the technique of shielding others besides himself included. Only with those lessons was he able to keep their emotions hidden from any that might have been nearby. Though there were several times during their loving that he came close to slipping and he prayed that it had held tight enough.
She watched as his eyes glazed slightly in thought. Caressing his jaw one last time, she cleared her throat. "Yan...Qui-Gon?"
His name drew him out of his thoughts. "Yes, of course." He gently kissed her one last time as he caressed her ears then gently grasped the sides of her face with both his hands while he finished the kiss. He then turned on his heel and headed for the door. Before opening it he glanced at her one last time.
"Thank you Jo. You don't know...well maybe you do know how much this has meant to me." It was the second time he had openly talked about his feelings, earlier being the first. He pulled his bangs back and clipped them in place. Straightening his tunic and then his robe, he ensured their neatness before stepping out the door.
She nodded at his comment and watched him leave. The hissing of the door when it closed was like a hammer hitting her heart. This should never have happened. What have I...we done? Tears misted her eyes as the realization hit her. She had defied the Code. Attachments were forbidden. And what the two had just done had finalized that bond. Kneeling down she sought the Force for guidance.
Dooku's mind raced. He had no qualms about what had just taken place. Standing in the turbolift as it went up to the level where his and Qui-Gon's quarters were, his thoughts were of her. I hope she is all right...she has always been more strict of the Code than myself. He frowned as he made a mental note to check in on her tomorrow morning after breakfast. He had checked his chrono and discovered that nearly five hours had passed. It was nearly time for bed.
Entering their quarters, he immediately went to his Padawan's room. The door was open and it revealed a kneeling Qui-Gon. The young man was at peace. Dooku searched their bond and found that Qui-Gon was deeply immersed in the Living Force. The Master smiled warmly at his apprentice in thought. He has made me proud, even with the defiance every now and then. Master Yoda is correct in his assumptions. We are alike in many ways. He paused as he thought of what just happened between himself and Jocasta. Whatever you do boy, don't give your heart out. It plays havoc on your conscious. The Master then turned and went to his own room across from Qui-Gon's.
Taking off his robe he held it carefully in his arms. He brought it up to his face and breathed in the woman's scent. The smells included his own and also a residue of their lovemaking. Sighing, he placed the robe on his bed. He gathered his sleep clothes and a fresh pair of underwear then headed for the refresher. Once there he closed the door and undressed. Keeping the water hot, he showered for a little over thirty minutes as he allowed the water to pool around him.
Qui-Gon had sensed his Master's return, but stayed in the meditation trance. After the man left his doorway, he allowed his chestnut colored eyebrows to knit in confusion. He was puzzled at what he had sensed from the Master; a calm that had not been there in quite some time. He was more relaxed and at ease than he had been in...years. Qui-Gon decided as he tried to think back. Where ever the man had just returned from seemed to have eased the his troubles. Qui-Gon smiled faintly as he was relieved to know that his Master was better. These last couple of months had been stressful and tiring. Ever since he caught his Master and Madam Nu kissing... He trailed off as his eyes shot open. Could that be it? The reason why my Master has been so stressed out? Because I caught him kissing her? Qui-Gon shook his head in disbelief. No. That can't be it?
"Qui-Gon, you can stop if you want. We need to get ready for bed." His Master said as he came out of the refresher and passed the Padawan's doorway.
"Yes Master." Qui-Gon grabbed his own sleep clothes and underwear. He then took his turn in the refresher. He was glad to be back at the temple and he couldn't wait to talk with his friends in the morning. He hummed quietly as he showered. Once done, he returned to his room.
"Good night Padawan." Dooku called out from his room once he heard the apprentice leave the refresher.
"G'night Master." Qui-Gon replied back and closed his door. Though he was hungry and his stomach growled as a reminder, he ignored it knowing fully well he had breakfast to look forward too. A smile crossed his face as he turned off his light and climbed into his bed. Within minutes he was fast asleep, as the day had been tiring and mentally stressful.
Dooku closed his door and eyed the robe on his bed. He took his dirty clothes to the hamper that held yesterday's linen. He then eyed the robe once more. This is childish Yan! Not wanting to put it in for cleaning. He thought as he rubbed his jaw roughly. "Ridiculous!" He hissed out as he grabbed the robe and added it to the small pile of clothing to be washed. He then crawled into his bed and used the Force to turn the lights off. Pulling the sheets up to his chin, he turned on his side, his back facing the hamper that held the robe.
Around twenty minutes later, a growl emitted from the darkness and Jedi Master Yan Dooku stormed out of bed. With the Force he turned the lights on the lowest setting. Standing at the foot of his bed, he eyed the robe as if sizing up an opponent before combat.
"Ridiculous! Crazy! Stupid!" He grumbled as he narrowed his eyes. The shadows on his face made him look eerily evil as he clenched and unclenched his jaw several times.
Sighing with defeat after about five minutes of staring down at the robe, he walked over and picked the robe up. Jocasta's perfume mixed with the other scents made their way to his nose. Closing his eyes, he lifted the dark brown material to his face once more. Rubbing the cloth against his bearded cheek he took in the scents. "Jo...what have we done?" He asked quietly under his breath, as a suffering sigh escaped his trembling lips. Lying the robe over his desk chair, he then climbed back under the covers and turned the lights off with the Force once more. He had won against the thought that had tempted him. I am not going to sleep with it! Closing his eyes, it was a long time before the Jedi Master found the comfort of sleep.
