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FlashSlash 48, Set 2 (Star Wars, Obi/Qui)
A first attempt atflashslash on LJ!
Star Wars, Obi/Qui - heat peruse crumble insinuate
Obi-Wan's cheeks filled with heat. He had meant to simply peek at his Master's datapad, to perhaps peruse a little, but now he could not look away. He crumbled little by little, his knees giving way in a slow descent to the edge of his Master's bed. Perched there, eyes wide, he flipped rapidly from document to document, the most terrible ideas beginning insinuate themselves in his mind. The most delicious ideas.
He canted his head to one side, trying to make sense of what he saw. "Force. Is it even possible to do that?"
In the doorway, floorboards creaked. Obi-Wan's head snapped up just as Qui-Gon settled against the jamb, arms crossed, his perpetual smile more wicked there ever.
"Master, I--"
The older man crossed the room in two strides, taking the datapad from slack fingers. He bent low, and his breath stirred the fine hairs at Obi-Wan's temple. A heartbeat later, a bearded mouth grazed Obi-Wan's sweat-dotted skin. "It's entirely possible, Padawan. Moreover, I think you're more than old enough now that we try."
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177 words.
A first attempt at
flashslash on LJ! Star Wars, Obi/Qui - heat peruse crumble insinuate
Obi-Wan's cheeks filled with heat. He had meant to simply peek at his Master's datapad, to perhaps peruse a little, but now he could not look away. He crumbled little by little, his knees giving way in a slow descent to the edge of his Master's bed. Perched there, eyes wide, he flipped rapidly from document to document, the most terrible ideas beginning insinuate themselves in his mind. The most delicious ideas.
He canted his head to one side, trying to make sense of what he saw. "Force. Is it even possible to do that?"
In the doorway, floorboards creaked. Obi-Wan's head snapped up just as Qui-Gon settled against the jamb, arms crossed, his perpetual smile more wicked there ever.
"Master, I--"
The older man crossed the room in two strides, taking the datapad from slack fingers. He bent low, and his breath stirred the fine hairs at Obi-Wan's temple. A heartbeat later, a bearded mouth grazed Obi-Wan's sweat-dotted skin. "It's entirely possible, Padawan. Moreover, I think you're more than old enough now that we try."
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177 words.