quigonejinn | Never Thirst Again.

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Never Thirst Again.

There might, of course, be the issue of consent.

Nevertheless, Obi-Wan knew what sort of man his master was. The overall question of consent would never be a genuine question, not to either of the parties involved, but Obi-Wan knew very clearly how tightly Qui-Gon had to keep himself in check. He knew how intense his Master was underneath Jedi calm; he wondered, occaisionally, too, what Qui-Gon would have been like if he hadn't been given up to the Order. It was flaw that Qui-Gon knew and had acknowledged in as many words, and thus, Obi-Wan would find himself sitting in dirty, criminal nightlife locations next to his Master.

He would watch Qui-Gon wave his hand and convince the rather large bartender to let them sit in the shadowy corner and continue waiting for the informant. Persuade the waitress not to remember their name, then settle back into the shadows of the booth and continue watching the door, and Obi-Wan would find himself wondering whether Qui-Gon ever used the mind-trick during sex.

What would Qui-Gon want badly enough so that his control would slip, so that he would use the mindtrick on someone he liked enough to sleep with and in a situation where there was no real need for it? What things would you do to make him want you that much, to be that impatient?

It was a puzzle, really, to be thought and pondered and figured out. It was easy to imagine Qui-Gon saying the words, though. He would look at you. Fix you with his eyes.

Take your tunic off.

Obi-Wan paused to have a little sip of his drink. Small, because he didn't entirely trust the alcohol in this place, but he could imagine how intense Qui-Gon would be. Perhaps Qui-Gon wouldn't even need to use the hand gesture.

Let me touch you.

...

There was also the way that he touched people when he was touching them for their sake, when he was reassuring them.

And then, there was the way that he touched things when he wanted to investigate them. After so many years in the field, so many years holding a lightsaber that constantly hummed and vibrated under the hands, the tips of Qui-Gon's fingers were less sensitive than they had been. There were breaks and calluses and acid burns, and thus, these days, when he wanted to tell the texture of something, Qui-Gon would press it to the center of his palm, where the skin was still thin and was held away from the humming power unit of the lightsaber.

Consequently, Obi-Wan imagined that Qui-Gon would touch his lovers that way, too. He would use has fingers to help them into place, to pull them closer for the act, but when he wanted to know what they felt like, he would hold you still. He would spread one of those enormous hands flat and rub that palm, as large by itself as another man's entire hand. Slide it across the hip and the belly. The slope of the back and the back of their legs.

There had been a man on Alderaan that Obi-Wan had tried this with. The effect was somewhat different, no doubt, because Obi-Wan's hands were smaller and still smoother than Qui-Gon's, but Obi-Wan remembers how the man had gone stock-still, then eventually started to gasp and moan and arch as Obi-Wan continued to touch him only with the palm of his hand.

...

"And what will you have, sir?"

Silence. Qui-Gon's eyes on Obi-Wan, a little flick of the hand, and Obi-Wan cleared his throat to initiate the recognition protocol for the droid who was, in all truth, only half visible. The hanging lamp for their booth only lit a circle in the very center of the table.

"He'll have Sahrian ale. I'll take a Hindar. And two glasses of water, too."

The droid chittered and moved away. Qui-Gon said nothing, but his eyes followed what, in the shadows, looked like a good-looking Shan woman or, perhaps, even the man dressed in the height of Corsucant fashion entering with her.

...

Something that Obi-Wan had never tried, though, was the bit on the knees -- for a large man, Qui-Gon was surprisingly amenable to getting down on his knees. He did it quite frequently to talk to children; he would kneel down in the dirt and dust to look at some track or bit of evidence that he had caught, and he was graceful enough, straightened back up easily enough that Obi-Wan thought that if his Master gave blowjobs, there was an eminent possibility that he might give the occaisional one on his knees.

As Obi-Wan thought of it, Qui-Gon would sink down on his knees, slowly, smiling like a king. He would work the leggings down to the knees, push the tunic up or perhaps tuck into to the sash. He would stop smiling for a while, maybe, but only because he'd just taken the tip of your cock into his mouth.

No doubt, beforehand, he would lift his hair out of the way and put it over one shoulder, and Obi-Wan didn't have the hair. He would give blowjobs on his knees sometimes, yes, but he didn't smile as he went down -- he had watched Qui-Gon do it in front of princes and dignitaries and even the Council, and Obi-Wan suspected that he, himself, wouldn't quite be able to match the effect.

Instead, he gave most of his with legs over his shoulders, bent over in bed, with breaks in the middle for kissing, and Obi-Wan had considered a few times what he would do if he ever had the chance to have sex with Qui-Gon.

A few things popped into his mind -- a handjob from one of those hands, giving a blowjob, kissing Qui-Gon for hours and hours -- but even as he thought about it nothing clarified. Even after running through all of the possibilities, there wasn't a single one that jumped out at him that he wanted to do more than any other or that Qui-Gon would likely enjoy, either. Eventually, Obi-Wan realized that he really had no idea of what he would ever do if Qui-Gon gave a sign that he wanted to have his Padawan any sign as a lover.

This disturbed him until he considered it some more, realized that Qui-Gon would approve, if he knew. It would be living in the moment, after all.

And he was quite sure that Qui-Gon did, in fact, know.

...

"Do you think the contact will actually meet us tonight?"

Obi-Wan was mostly done his Hindar, and Qui-Gon had drunk both of the glasses of water. The Sahrian ale looked like it had been half-drunk, but that was only because the stuff evaporated at room temperature -- it was always impossible to tell with that stuff how much had been drunk and how much had gone off into air; that was why Qui-Gon preferred the stuff on wait-and-sit missions like this. He had no taste for methanol, ethanol, or any of that family, and the fact that the Sahrian ale evaporated meaned that it wasn't a suspicious full glass sitting on a table. The first time that Obi-Wan had been given the duty of ordering drinks for this sort of thing, Qui-Gon hadn't known that it evaporated, and he'd been more than a little surprised and pleased when he saw that it did, in fact, disappear of its own accord.

Letting Obi-Wan order had been a bit of a test. A way of seeing whether he prepared thoroughly, and ever since, Obi-Wan had ordered their drinks even though Qui-Gon could have done it just as easily.

"Patience, Obi-Wan."

Qui-Gon's eyes were blue even in the yellowish light of the booth lamp.

...

There had been a particular time outside the Jhebal nebula when they had been dogged into an asteroid field by space pirates, and when they made docking with the Jhebal station, the danger was not over. The sector was a hive for pirate activity; they had been sent precisely to ferret out its sources as best they could and report back to the Senate, and if the pirates had tracked them to the station, there was no security force that could stand against them. There was no time; the rental bacta tanks on the station could not be trusted, so Obi-Wan injected a concentrated solution of bacta directly into Qui-Gon's back -- Obi-Wan had to measure out the concentration from stock himself with shaking hands and load it into the gun while Qui-Gon undid his tunic up as best he could.

It had been terrifying leaving the shuttle to barter for the elements he would need. Worse trying to appear casual while he mind-tricked a reluctant medical supplies clerk into giving him what he needed -- concentrated bacta solution, black market and still with the Republic seal across the top. A large-gauge biomedical injection gun. Cold packs for use during the process should the midichlorians show signs of overheating even though though cold sweat soaked Qui-Gon's skin and hair.

He had put himself in a half-trance to stay alive until the station, but once there, he brought himself out of it so that he he would at least be awake if the pirates arrived while Obi-Wan was out.

Obi-Wan had put Qui-Gon's lightsaber close enough at hand before he left, had tried to make Qui-Gon as comfortable as he could while he was out. Qui-Gon had been the one to suggest that Obi-Wan turn out the lights -- that might delay them for an extra second or two, and Qui-Gon had been able to rasp out something of a quarter-joke in the worst black humor about how he might be able to trip one or two of them -- and later, still in the half-darkness, Obi-Wan reached over and gave his hand to Qui-Gon to clutch at while the bacta worked. There had been no time to figure out what sort of anesthetic would be necessary for this; Qui-Gon's head lay on the bare deck of the shuttle because the bacta was as much for his spine as anything else, and Obi-Wan could hear the bone fragments moving to reform a proper spinal column.

The skin rippled as muscles regrew. It flushed as new blood vessels cleared the bruising and swelling. Qui-Gon's breath was coming in shallow pants, so Obi-Wan reached over the bare back and gave Qui-Gon his hand to hold onto. It was all he had to offer, and Qui-Gon clutched at it convulsively.

Later, when they were shoulder-deep in pirate blaster fire and fighting back to back, Qui-Gon dipped his head down and said, quite simply, without any other words, his beard brushing the side of Obi-Wan's cheek and his lips against Obi-Wan's ear, breath warm and soft, talking as calmly as if he were telling his Padawan what tactic they ought to take next and not even breathing hard because this was nothing, this was simple compared to having your spine regrown on the floor of a shuttle with an engine shot out and no anesthetic but your Padawan's hand and his voice -- Thank you.

...

The shower. The water turned up to high. His cheek pressed flat against the hot tile and one hand pressed flat to his stomach, pressing hard. Water was running down his legs; he could feel the hair from the Padawan braid plastered to his back, and the hair from the senior Padawan dock was plastered to the back of his neck, and Obi-Wan was running one hand down his stomach. Still flat. Still on the belly, in circles, and there was soap on his skin, and he was starting to flush from the heat of the water, and still, he wouldn't touch his cock. He tried to hold himself as still as he could, and he moved his hand in widening circles, up to his chest, around to his sides, across his ribs.

The other hand was gripping the top of the shower stall so that he wouldn't give in to temptation.

Also, so that he wouldn't fall down. He wasn't sure he could keep his footing in the water and the heat and how badly he wanted to just get on with it.

The flat of his palm. A glimpse of his knees when he looked down. The way the water was turned on so hot that it was almost scalding. He was inside his own skin, and he was inside his Master's at the same time. The bar. How close he had been sitting to Qui-Gon. How Qui-Gon was sitting outside now, sitting in a chair.

Take your tunic off.

Let me touch you.

Thank you.

A girl that he had seen on the street as they were boarding the airshuttle back to the Temple. Another Padawan that he had glimpsed for just a moment while they were coming back through the darkened halls. The couple they had seen in the shadows of that bar. Qui-Gon, a few feet outside, reading the documents that the informant had passed to them, head bent and quiet. Not a dozen feet away, past a door that wasn't even entirely shut. Incredibly close, and yet enormously far, and when Obi-Wan finally let his hand drop down, he had to turn his face out of the spray and into the tile to keep himself from shouting.

It had surprised Obi-Wan, really, that a part of a sound had made it out before he clamped down. It surprised him, too, once he had turned the water off and was wiping himself dry, to find there were, in fact, tears on his cheeks.

Song for this: Hem - Hollow.

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....guh. Flawless as ever, stomach tightening, sdfsdfgdhdgh you are magnificent.

ahahaha. More like a big lazy idea-stealer who got shamed into writing. <3333 You are entirely too kind.

I STILL LOVE YOU, EVEN IF YOU ARE A WHORE RHOD &hearts &hearts

AND I WILL LOVE YOU EVEN MORE IF YOU GET QUI-GON TO KILL BABIES THAT TODDLE AROUND AFTER HIM WITH THEIR MINI-LIGHTSABERS AND LISP ABOUT HOW THEY WANNA GET A LIGHTSABER JUS' LIKE QUI-GON'S BUT MAYBE BLUE INSTEAD OF GREEN AND NOT SO BIG :>

Er. The preceding text of this comment does not make me sound like a child-murdering freak. *waves hand*

Yeah OKAY YOU CHILD MURDERING FREAK

it might still turn out that way i don't know yet aaaa

:whimper:

You do things like this and wow...

I suppose this is a happy ending for Obi-Wan, since he's almost having sex, instead of wallowing in guilt and misery...

It is! Orgasms and all. What more could he possibly ask for? :D

Glad you liked it. <3

Oh, that's jaw-droppingly wonderful, girl. Very lovely, and I don't say that easily for Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan. (While I like the pairing 95% of all fics written for it are shite.) This is really good, very visual and gut-renching, and full of desire and want. Poor, poor Obi-Wan, but alas. Still incredibly impactful and memorable. *snuggles up with your brain*

And I have the entire

swhetgenathon comm full of fics to work through soon, but I have other things to do first. ;_;

Now, before I go and rec this in a couple days, are you going to leave this unlocked?

asdf ahahahaha.Yes, yes. All plans are to keep it unlocked, and I've decided that even if my RL friends find out about my filthy Jedi porn, they probably won't rat me out to my future employers. Probably. XD

I keep telling you, man. My brain is borrowed from people. The brilliance in this story is basically lifted entire from

cupiscent and

randomalia, really.

cupiscent was the one who started telling me stories about the random little things that Obi-Wan would fetishize, and then

randomalia started me in a direction about the dynamics of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon through injury and <3.

But since there have been so many stories written for it, that makes for quite a few good ones.

Actually, yes! XD The sheer size of that ship boggles the mind, and my bitterness comes from sifting through so many that disappointed me. There are probably a great many of good ones, given that percentage.

Hah. In my completely snotty opinion,there are far, far, far fewer than would be expected even by the rule or whatever that says 99% of everything is shit. Then again, I'm pretty much fundamentally biased against any sort of pleasure slave who doesn't have pretty lekku and a nice rainbow tint and/or any sort of Jedi ritual that you couldn't completely act out in a PG-13 movie, so yeah. That basically leaves two handfuls of fics that I have somewhat smaller issues with, a handful that I really, really, really do like, and then my personal gold standard for all main universe!Q/O, Diane Coffin's genfic about baby Obi-Wan.

I'd love to see what you've read and enjoyed, though. God knows I'm always desperate for good fic. *_*

Well, I'm trying to be generous and assume the rest of the 5% I haven't found yet. After all, I'm NOT wading through the M/A Archive. >.> After I read a handful of fics ther,e one of which invovled baby!Anakin killing a mystifyingly same-age baby!Obi-Wan teddy bear and then raping him, while Qui-Gon had pedophilic aspersions on baby!Obi-Wan, I decided I'll just stick to LJ and authors I know. XD I agree most Jedi ritual can be acted out in PG-13 movie, but I don't mind somebody being kidnapped and made into a pleasure slave against their will, so long as done believably and not gratuitously. Of course, that's next to impossible. *bitter*

In Q/O? Most of what I like has been by you and dilly (though, I've not read any actual Q/O slash by her, I don't think) a couple other LJers -- I'm sure I've linked them in my recs. I never dug deeply enough into Q/O to find anything I really, really, as it's not my OTP and skeery obsession. XD I even hate my own Q/O endeavors, but at least it didn't involve any Jedi rituals and the pleasure slave bit was more of a kidnapping and most of the fic was about the rescue. XD Q/O has to go through 29814076037672356 hoops for me to like it. Anakin/Obi-Wan only has 982797846 hoops.

I did that, man. I went through almost all of the whole fucking archive in the space of three or four days this past summer, and I think I had to take several weeks off just to gargle out the taste of all that trash, and I'm a girl who could happily read thousands of pages of fic, as

shoriyu put it, where Obi-Wan lovingly brushing lint out of Qui-Gon's beard.

While I wait for somebody to write that :( :( :(, I'm reading this. If you haven't seen it already, you and your taste for super-epic description fic might enjoy it, though I have to warn that the beginning didn't exactly grab me. It's a slow story, but I love, love, love the way that Torch builds and expands on it. And oh, the mood. And oh, the details. <3

I'll admit to being extra-bitchy about Q/O because it's my OTP, though. I'm more tolerant of That Other Mirror, Darkly, y'know? I don't run into it all that much because I don't go around looking for it, but when it shows up, I'm a lot more willing to go with the flow.

Wow, is it as bad as I thought from the skimming? :S Ick. I can read the same sort of lint-oriented drivel for Anakin and Obi-Wan, but man. I need time to recover.

Ahahaha, I suck at Q/O, but now I'm tempted to write something about lint, beards and Q/O, just because. XDDDD And oo! I'll add it to my ginormous reading list. Yes, I'm a girl in for the epic, epic narratives, and epic descriptions. >.> I'm a King and Dumas fan. *hides*

I'm all kinds of bitchy about A/O, trust me. So few fics do what I want people to do to them. :S Is that aselfish qualifier? It is, isn't it? Oh, well. But the thing is, even if I'm not terribly impressed, I can read mediocre A/O and still like it okay, even if I want to tear it apart six ways from Sunday. Until I forget about it, because so many fics are forgettable because they lack detail and strong characterization and the abilty to write narrative/prose that grabs you with strong statements/observations/dialogue. But I am willing to kinda go with the flow on A/O fics a bit more. But there's something about Q/O, where I can't. There's only specific ways my brain can find it believable, and if it doesn't deliver, well. I'm gone. I can't even finish.

Argh, fucking NAMES.

I like Dumas a lot, too, actually, and really, he's not nearly as long-winded as people think he is. Sure, he writes hefty books, and sometimes it gets out of hand, but it's not like you're exactly wading through James fucking Joyce here, guys. At his best, he's more than thrill-a-minute; he's more like thrills-every-fifteen-seconds-plus-OMG-the-main-character-is-an-ADORABLE PUPPY-and-*_*-French-people-are-so-cool-can-I-be-Edmond-Dantes-please-OMG?

... you know, it's kind of embarassing, but I just realized how much resemblance, character-wise, Qui-Gon Jinn bears to Athos, who, you know. Was totally not my favorite musketeer by several hundred miles. XD

*dies* Dude, the Count of Monte Cristo is like one of my favorite books ever. I don't find Dumas long-winded, but others do. Then again I'M long-winded. So I guess I forgive that flaw very easily, though Dumas is like, you know, a literary genius, and I'm, um, a fanfic writer who still can't her verb tenses straight half the time. XD

*dies* You bring Qui-Gon into everything. *loves you*

You found the worst one in the whole archive. We still all comment on that one because no one understands it.

I have that sort of luck, though I was linked to it. I had been reading a few fics (mostly involving said Jedi rituals, and unlike Rhod, I actually think Jedi rituals don't get anymore exciting than MAYBE a PG-rating, and I'm inclined to believe G XD this is just the canon whore in me, pay not attention to it, doesn't make me right), but when someone told me there was a fic about Anakin hurting Obi-Wan's teddy bar, and I read it and realized where it was posted, I took a few steps back and then ran. It's not hard to make me run, though. XD

That fic is kinda funny, though. I did laugh a few times. In between all the wtfing. XD

I think it ended up on

hungrysarlaac And I understand the canon issue which is very valid. I used to be very much like that. I strayed somewhere along the way.

It's hard when you come into fandom later and you're faced with over 3,000 stories on one archive alone. I started much earlier with in the first two months of the fandom and even then there were many, many stories to read.

I guess at this point, it is best to go by recommendations.

I think every large or aging fandom goes through cycles. I am so glad to see a new influx of writers with a different take on the relationship. I love that. It's very refreshing but I'm sorry that I'm not seeing them posted onto the MA list or archived on the MA archive (which is a separate entity).

I... had a bad experience with M/A. Found some skeery, skeery fics there and never went back. I generally stick to LJ in any case, because LJ is love. :D

Oh, yes. Aging fandoms have tons of cycles. Having been in HP twice, I can tell you even that one has its issues. And I do tend to read more of the new stuff, because I'm not sure where to start on the old stuff, like you said. I've been a fan since I was 3, but never joined SW fandom until canon was complete, because I'm that sort of pedantic person. XD

There are some good ones there -- ones that are more plot than sex. Unfortunately, there are 101 kinds of garbage, too.

I've found looking for specific writers -- ones who write over 100kb stories -- works well. Most people who will write that much will have a plot that is at least readable, if not quite what you expected.

Occasionally you find a real gem, like

helenish's Lost in Translation.

I'm so glad you followed up on this idea. Oh, Obi-Wan. ://///////// He's just filled with want and a disciplined sort of curiosity. And the idea of Qui-Gon doing the mind trick, the Take your tunic off still makes my head go boom. It's one place Qui-Gon's power seems to be able to be really captured in fic.

"Patience, Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon's eyes were blue even in the yellowish light of the booth lamp.

The elegance in this, the suggestion, the ambiguity... <333333

Am snagging the song, thank you.

Thanks to you, I've been reading the greatest fic about boylove with gilt buttons and lace in the Age of Sail and hands of whist and professional gamblers in the Long Rooms, so REALLY, it'd be amazing if I didn't try to get all pretentious with the lighting and mood.

I'm glad it worked for you, though, particularly since this ENTIRE FIC came about because you basically told me 3/5s of it in LJ convo.

Lace and frilly cuffs on men who are prepared to go out and get blown up by cannons - somehow this is love.

And thanks for the nod, but you took the ideas we hashed out and made them into a great story, which is much more than the sum of its parts. What I really like is how you tell it through *action* and events. I'm sure I've said that before, but I really like it as a form of fic. :D And I keep thinking about Obi-Wan running his palm over some man and just *watching* and thinking of how Qui-Gon would do it, and if his lovers reacted like that, and how it felt, and how *Obi-Wan* felt to his own hand, and yeah.

Also, I love that song. The slow, subtle beat <3 *rolls around in it*

I realise I'm being Most Predictable here, but the bit about Qui-Gon's hands and why he touches people the way he does is just perfect. Love it.

Ahahaahah. Who doesn't love the hands? Could anybody possibly have a serious thing for a character played by Liam Neeson and not incorporate the hands into their personal porn movie?

I swear, by the way, that I am working on your Ducard and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fic. There are so interesting nexus bits between Ducard and Qui-Gon, though, that it's hard to keep everything in check and make sure the story doesn't wander off into the tall grass.

I don't have a problem with either of the guys in tall grass. :)

And I publicly apologize for being responsible for some of the not-so-good sillyfic in the MA archive, but really, there are some gems there, and going by recs (there are several in the MA yahoogoup files that will give you a good indication of why something was recced, so you can check the reccer's taste against your own) will lead you to them.

*hand gesture* They will lead you to them. ;)

No, seriously, girl, you need to let Obi-Wan get laid with Qui-Gon. :|

As I sometimes do with Mozilla, today I opened several tabs with posts, links, and fics I plan to look over (and, if it's promising, actually read). This was amongst the fic-tabs. While looking over the fic pileup I just kept closing, closing, closing, and closing the screens, going BAH ALL THIS SUCKS, until I came across, "There might, of course, be the issue of consent." I noticed that this had potential, and looked at what it actually was. Hahahahah. Figures. XD;

What would Qui-Gon want badly enough so that his control would slip, so that he would the mindtrick on someone he liked enough to sleep with and in a situation where there was no real need for it?

KLJDFKDSFLj. And I'm guessing that Obi-Wan wants to know precisely because he wants to push Qui-Gon that far, which defeats the point, because Qui-Gon wouldn't have to force Obi-Wan into anything.

I KEEP TRYING TO GET THEM HOOKED UP, BUT QUI-GON JUST GOES NOOOOOOOO, SORRY, NOT INTERESTED, JUST DON'T SEE HIM THAT WAY. I WILL KEEP TRYING THOUGH. EVENTUALLY.

And yeah. It's all about the terrible, awful rejection in this story. :/ So close and yet so impossibly far even though Obi-Wan is all like *_* anytime, anywhere, sir *FLIPS UP TUNIC, BENDS OVER AND SPREADS*

You don't have to. That was part of the dynamic that gave the story it's power.

Bloody HELL, dude. Good fucking god. I think you melted my brain. You are, I swear, the only person who can do that to me with Qui-Gon. But mostly, of course, you're doing it with Obi-Wan, who's just... nnnghkajsdlkfjliusdlfj! So frank, so intense, so restrained, so desperate, so stoic, so reasoned. All of it, bundled up tight and twisted.

And even with all the nnnghk, best is the passage where Qui-Gon's spine is shattered. Obi-Wan coming apart and holding together. Such desperation it's almost wild and still so measured... and, y'know, just faaaaaaark, man.

Solid gold.

Someday, I'm going to write a fic where Qui-Gon is the one who's all tied up in knots. I'll probably have an aneurysm trying to do it, but yeah, it needs to be done. Hopefully, I'll be able to be decent enough with it so that it doesn't totally suck. <3

By the way. Gmail has been acting like a totally dickwad recently, so I have no idea whether any of the e-mail that I send out gets through -- did you get something from me a while back?

Qui-Gon could be tied up in knots. They'd be more sort of deep and mellow knots, but all the more sinuous and Gordian for that, I think. And pfft, like you could suck. Not possible. Even if you tried, it would end up being brilliant. *G*

And motherfucker! When I did a Gmail search for "qui-gon" (heh), lo and behold, yes, I did get an email from you, but I swear, I never got it at the time. I am so very sorry. And frantic at the thought of what else might have slipped through. But bwee! I shall fall upon it properly once I get home from work.

Ahah. Yes, it is slightly embarassing that any e-mail that I'd esnd you would have that in the body, isn't it? But don't worry about it at all, man. I was just like T_T she's going to think that I'm some kind of LIE-DOWN ON THE JOB SLOB OR SOMETHING T_T.

And yeah> I think you've hit on it exactly. Mellow, slow knots that're a little sleeker looking because he's a proper Master and has all that arrogance and smugness, but nasty, deep ones anyways. <3333333 Mmm, knots.

That was incredible! I could feel Obi-Wan's want and wondering and OMG Qui-Gon's hands. Excellent!

Ahahah. I'm glad you liked it, man. I was fairly proud of that little bit as just about everything else -- the notion of Qui-Gon on his knees, the stuff about the mindtrick -- was borrowed from the brilliant

randomalia.

Beautiful description. I loved the way you have described Obi-Wan's relationship with Qui-Gon

Glad you did, man. <3

LJ definitely has a format from a mail list. I find it far harder to follow a discussion on it.

I know some of the stuff is very skerry on MA. I probably wrote it. ;) Where else are you going to find O/Jar-Jar. It was PG. Because if you ask me, that was the OTP.

God, I think I just died a little. Best shower masturbation scene ever. Whew.

AHAHAH YOU MEAN DESPITE THE MISSING WORDS AND THE RUNONS AND. *sighs, reinserts them back in*

Glad you liked it, though. :D I was kind of proud of the shower scene m'self.

why did this faboo fic not show up on my flist? Did you unfriend me again? was it the Yoda??

Anyway, oh mistress of Jedi headology, I am going to rec it anyway, so there, under Q/O kink. Because all kinks are ultimately mental.

It had to have been the Yoda -- you're still friended, and this's never been locked, so. *eyes LJ*

And ahaha. Thank you for rec'cing this.. <3

it is by Lady Twatterby. It is of course Discworld. And you are so welcome. All blame upon LJ.

Here by rec from

hlglne.

*speechless*

Will you friend me?

Okay, so that was speech. I can still get hte important stuff out. But ask me what time of day it is and i'll go "uuuuuunnnngggghhhhh".

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Never Thirst Again.

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adg poor bitter jaxling. <3

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AND BY EDWARD, I MEAN, UM. EDMOND.

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yet another comment from me, Spamdomalia.

i <3 spamdomalia v. v. v. much.

she's a fic whore who won't shut up, really.

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zomg your icon!

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<3333333333333

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adlkjg your icon. XD

that icon, like, defines my relationship with fic-smut. *G*

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*_* YOUR ICON *_*

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that icon, like, defines my relationship with fic-smut. G

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_ YOUR ICON _

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