Untitled SW Short
Nov. 14th, 2003 08:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarotgalI was sifting through all my unfinished stories while trying to be brilliant with my research... and came across this piece from three years ago. I don't believe I posted it anywhere as it's a short PWP that I had anticipated being a full fic but it didn't want it. I thought I'd share anyway. Just a warning... it's terribly dialogue-driven. And nothing happens. LOL!
OH! And if anyone has any more Legolas-and-the-bush bunnies for me, I'd GLADLY accept them! I have an idea of how I want to end the series... but I want to be sure I'm out of all interesting combinations before I end it.
Anyway, back to the Jedi boys. This story is... I dunno... PG? With maybe implied PG13 stuff? I'm terrible at rating things. When you start to think Slytherin gang bangs and twins jerking each other off is the norm, ratings tend to get screwed up in your mind ;-)
Untitled Qui and Obi short-
“eehhChishh! ehiihshh!”
Qui-Gon sat down on the edge of the bed, placing a box of tissues next to him. He reached over and stroked his Padawan’s forehead gently. “Well, that settles it, we’re staying home today.” Shaking his head, Obi-Wan tried sitting up, but Qui-Gon eased him back down. “Oh no you don’t.”
“The reception is tonight. We need to help prepare. We—“
“The only thing you’re going to be doing is staying in bed unless you’d rather I escort you to the healing dome. Those are your choices.”
Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his nose. “I am not sick.”
Laughing. “Sure you’re not. You’re just running a temperature and sneezing every two minutes. That’s perfectly normal, right?”
Obi-Wan grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s sniff, sniff, just the sniffles.”
The only time Obi-Wan was disagreeable or even remotely refused to follow orders was when he was sick. Knowing this fact well, Qui-Gon shook his head. “Perhaps it is just the sniffles now, but you know how many times we’ve been through this. Sniffles turn to sneezes, then to a head cold, then the fever kicks in with the aches and chills and altogether miserableness. I do not want the whole contingent catching cold, and I certainly do not want you running about with the preparations. If you’re no worse by tonight, I’ll consider letting you go to the reception. Otherwise,” he said, adjusting the covers to tuck them to the sitting man’s waist. “You’ll be staying right here and taking care of yourself. All right?”
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow and gave a smile. “I’d rather if you took care of me.”
“Ohhh, would you now?” He caressed the young man’s cheek. “Master Qui-Gon gets to play doctor, hmmm?”
With a sly smile, “Or nurse.”
Qui-Gon grabbed a spare pillow and hit Obi-Wan upside the head with it.
“Not very nice!” Obi-Wan explained, righting himself with a pout. “ehhhishh! ehhhChish! Sniff! Taking advantage of the sick.”
“If that’s what you call taking advantage, my Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said softly, a hit of playfulness in his eyes. “Then I think the Master will need to teach his Padawan a lesson on their day off.” He dove beneath the covers.
Obi-Wan smiled a moment, then gasped with pleasure, throwing his head back. “I think I like this lesson,” he whispered. Chuckling, “Will there be a test involved, Master?”
Qui-Gon’s head poked out from beneath the blankets. His hair was messed and clung to the blankets from static. But his face wore a bright grin. “Undoubtedly. Best to practice as much as you can for it.”
And accordingly, Obi-Wan slipped entirely beneath the covers as well to make full use of staying home a day with Qui-Gon before the full extent of the illness sank in.
And that's all she wrote
OH! And if anyone has any more Legolas-and-the-bush bunnies for me, I'd GLADLY accept them! I have an idea of how I want to end the series... but I want to be sure I'm out of all interesting combinations before I end it.
Anyway, back to the Jedi boys. This story is... I dunno... PG? With maybe implied PG13 stuff? I'm terrible at rating things. When you start to think Slytherin gang bangs and twins jerking each other off is the norm, ratings tend to get screwed up in your mind ;-)
Untitled Qui and Obi short-
“eehhChishh! ehiihshh!”
Qui-Gon sat down on the edge of the bed, placing a box of tissues next to him. He reached over and stroked his Padawan’s forehead gently. “Well, that settles it, we’re staying home today.” Shaking his head, Obi-Wan tried sitting up, but Qui-Gon eased him back down. “Oh no you don’t.”
“The reception is tonight. We need to help prepare. We—“
“The only thing you’re going to be doing is staying in bed unless you’d rather I escort you to the healing dome. Those are your choices.”
Obi-Wan sighed, rubbing his nose. “I am not sick.”
Laughing. “Sure you’re not. You’re just running a temperature and sneezing every two minutes. That’s perfectly normal, right?”
Obi-Wan grumbled, crossing his arms. “It’s sniff, sniff, just the sniffles.”
The only time Obi-Wan was disagreeable or even remotely refused to follow orders was when he was sick. Knowing this fact well, Qui-Gon shook his head. “Perhaps it is just the sniffles now, but you know how many times we’ve been through this. Sniffles turn to sneezes, then to a head cold, then the fever kicks in with the aches and chills and altogether miserableness. I do not want the whole contingent catching cold, and I certainly do not want you running about with the preparations. If you’re no worse by tonight, I’ll consider letting you go to the reception. Otherwise,” he said, adjusting the covers to tuck them to the sitting man’s waist. “You’ll be staying right here and taking care of yourself. All right?”
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow and gave a smile. “I’d rather if you took care of me.”
“Ohhh, would you now?” He caressed the young man’s cheek. “Master Qui-Gon gets to play doctor, hmmm?”
With a sly smile, “Or nurse.”
Qui-Gon grabbed a spare pillow and hit Obi-Wan upside the head with it.
“Not very nice!” Obi-Wan explained, righting himself with a pout. “ehhhishh! ehhhChish! Sniff! Taking advantage of the sick.”
“If that’s what you call taking advantage, my Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said softly, a hit of playfulness in his eyes. “Then I think the Master will need to teach his Padawan a lesson on their day off.” He dove beneath the covers.
Obi-Wan smiled a moment, then gasped with pleasure, throwing his head back. “I think I like this lesson,” he whispered. Chuckling, “Will there be a test involved, Master?”
Qui-Gon’s head poked out from beneath the blankets. His hair was messed and clung to the blankets from static. But his face wore a bright grin. “Undoubtedly. Best to practice as much as you can for it.”
And accordingly, Obi-Wan slipped entirely beneath the covers as well to make full use of staying home a day with Qui-Gon before the full extent of the illness sank in.
And that's all she wrote
