SW Fic bit (part 2 of 3)
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tarotgalI finished this earlier today. So here's part 2 for you all :-) Sorry it's so short.
Title: Evaluating
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi/Qui
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: The great flannel one. Not I. I make no money off this.
Summary: Obi-Wan does some self-evaluation and works through his head cold as Qui-Gon looks on.
Previously Posted: Part 1
It was early yet when sleep slipped away and Obi-Wan regained his consciousness. He blinked twice, trying to evaluate himself and decide whether or not he would be able to fall back to sleep. In his current condition, he was doubtful. Especially as his nose immediately began to tickle. No wanting to wake his master who was lying right up against his back, Obi-Wan propped himself up on an elbow with the intention of slipping out of bed and going to the bathroom to blow his nose.
Suddenly, however, Obi-Wan took a sharp breath in that he could not control. "KSchhhhhttt!" Obi-Wan blinked again as Qui-Gon groaned himself awake and Obi-Wan suddenly realized he'd sprayed his master's arm. Obi-Wan rubbed a curved finger against his nose and sniffled. "So sorry," he whispered. He reached for a tissue and dried Qui-Gon's arm.
He felt Qui-Gon's hand pet the back of his head, then Qui-Gon's lips kiss the back of his neck. "It's all right," Qui-Gon said, breaking into a yawn just afterwards. "Good morning, Padawan Mine. How are you feeling?"
Obi-Wan simply sniffled.
"Padawan?" Qui-Gon slid his hand over and tugged Obi-Wan's braid until the young man turned his head. "I asked-"
"Yihh-Shuuhhhhhh!" Thankfully, he missed Qui-Gon's face, but unfortunately sprayed his chest. Obi-Wan coughed and closed his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry."
"I said it's all right." Qui-Gon kissed his cheek gently. "Now should I even bother to ask how you're feeling? Or should I just get up and make a pot of tea and contact Bant to tell her you're sick and spending the day in bed?"
"No!" Obi-Wan exclaimed a bit too overzealously. Then he sniffled and rubbed his finger under his nose. "I mean, I don't think that's necessary."
Qui-Gon stared him down, Master-to-Padawan, taking in all the little details that added up to it being absolutely necessary for Obi-Wan to spend a day or two in bed getting over whatever he had contracted. And Obi-Wan, well aware of what that stare meant, did his best to hide what evidence he could. He turned his eyes away so Qui-Gon wouldn't see they were bloodshot. He tried to control his breathing which was starting to grow unsteady. He cleared his throat and sniffled, hoping his voice sounded clearer when he spoke next. "Really, Master, it's just a sniffle."
But as he spoke, what little control he'd gained was quickly lost. His face fell and breath caught. "YihChuhh! IhhhShuhhh!" He cupped a hand to his face and sniffled wetly.
"And sneezes, too, I see," said Qui-Gon, with another penetrating sort of look.
Obi-Wan tried to look confident. "But this cold is all in my nose, Master. Go on, feel my forehead. I don't have a fever, just a sniffly, tickly nose cold. I can work around it. You know I'm capable of that, surely."
Qui-Gon must have, because his stern expression of concern faded. He laid a hand upon Obi-Wan's temple and petted gently. Obi-Wan found himself leaning into the touch, encouraging it by moving his head against it. But he stopped himself before he was completely overtaken by the comfort. Too much neediness would make Qui-Gon worry all over again.
He put on a strong, convincing smile. "I will be able to handle my job and my cold." He sniffed hard and gathered himself up into a sitting position in order to begin morning meditations, having calculated that their normal morning affection and snuggling time had been exceeded. "There's no need to worry about me," he reassured Qui-Gon, before closing his eyes and easing himself into a Force-guided trance.
"Mmm," replied Qui-Gon with quite a bit of doubt in his voice. He yawned again and stretched, then sat up and joined his padawan in meditation.
Title: Evaluating
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi/Qui
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Fluff
Disclaimer: The great flannel one. Not I. I make no money off this.
Summary: Obi-Wan does some self-evaluation and works through his head cold as Qui-Gon looks on.
Previously Posted: Part 1
It was early yet when sleep slipped away and Obi-Wan regained his consciousness. He blinked twice, trying to evaluate himself and decide whether or not he would be able to fall back to sleep. In his current condition, he was doubtful. Especially as his nose immediately began to tickle. No wanting to wake his master who was lying right up against his back, Obi-Wan propped himself up on an elbow with the intention of slipping out of bed and going to the bathroom to blow his nose.
Suddenly, however, Obi-Wan took a sharp breath in that he could not control. "KSchhhhhttt!" Obi-Wan blinked again as Qui-Gon groaned himself awake and Obi-Wan suddenly realized he'd sprayed his master's arm. Obi-Wan rubbed a curved finger against his nose and sniffled. "So sorry," he whispered. He reached for a tissue and dried Qui-Gon's arm.
He felt Qui-Gon's hand pet the back of his head, then Qui-Gon's lips kiss the back of his neck. "It's all right," Qui-Gon said, breaking into a yawn just afterwards. "Good morning, Padawan Mine. How are you feeling?"
Obi-Wan simply sniffled.
"Padawan?" Qui-Gon slid his hand over and tugged Obi-Wan's braid until the young man turned his head. "I asked-"
"Yihh-Shuuhhhhhh!" Thankfully, he missed Qui-Gon's face, but unfortunately sprayed his chest. Obi-Wan coughed and closed his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry."
"I said it's all right." Qui-Gon kissed his cheek gently. "Now should I even bother to ask how you're feeling? Or should I just get up and make a pot of tea and contact Bant to tell her you're sick and spending the day in bed?"
"No!" Obi-Wan exclaimed a bit too overzealously. Then he sniffled and rubbed his finger under his nose. "I mean, I don't think that's necessary."
Qui-Gon stared him down, Master-to-Padawan, taking in all the little details that added up to it being absolutely necessary for Obi-Wan to spend a day or two in bed getting over whatever he had contracted. And Obi-Wan, well aware of what that stare meant, did his best to hide what evidence he could. He turned his eyes away so Qui-Gon wouldn't see they were bloodshot. He tried to control his breathing which was starting to grow unsteady. He cleared his throat and sniffled, hoping his voice sounded clearer when he spoke next. "Really, Master, it's just a sniffle."
But as he spoke, what little control he'd gained was quickly lost. His face fell and breath caught. "YihChuhh! IhhhShuhhh!" He cupped a hand to his face and sniffled wetly.
"And sneezes, too, I see," said Qui-Gon, with another penetrating sort of look.
Obi-Wan tried to look confident. "But this cold is all in my nose, Master. Go on, feel my forehead. I don't have a fever, just a sniffly, tickly nose cold. I can work around it. You know I'm capable of that, surely."
Qui-Gon must have, because his stern expression of concern faded. He laid a hand upon Obi-Wan's temple and petted gently. Obi-Wan found himself leaning into the touch, encouraging it by moving his head against it. But he stopped himself before he was completely overtaken by the comfort. Too much neediness would make Qui-Gon worry all over again.
He put on a strong, convincing smile. "I will be able to handle my job and my cold." He sniffed hard and gathered himself up into a sitting position in order to begin morning meditations, having calculated that their normal morning affection and snuggling time had been exceeded. "There's no need to worry about me," he reassured Qui-Gon, before closing his eyes and easing himself into a Force-guided trance.
"Mmm," replied Qui-Gon with quite a bit of doubt in his voice. He yawned again and stretched, then sat up and joined his padawan in meditation.
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Date: 2005-07-15 09:34 am (UTC)My favorite line from this part was " don't have a fever, just a sniffly, tickly nose cold." Aw, so cute!
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Date: 2005-07-17 08:52 am (UTC)I'm so very glad you're enjoying the cute, though. After some of the heavy things in this fandom (and in the new HP book!) I figure we could all use a little sniffly fluff right now ;-)