He needed Qui-Gon, needed him to satisfy the desperate cravings the Sith Lord had woken in his body. Despite the Senator's death, the erotic aura that had seduced Obi-Wan still hung in the room, and Obi-Wan could see that his master had not remained unaffected by it. Qui-Gon's eyes widened as he stared at Obi-Wan's nude body, and his breath came much faster than could be accounted for by the fight alone.
Giving his master his most seductive look, Obi-Wan lay back and arranged his limbs alluringly on the rumpled bedclothes. He spread his legs, silently urging Qui-Gon to come and fill the empty space the Sith had left.
"Oh, my poor Obi-Wan. What did that defiler do to you?" The words and their sad tone were not the response Obi-Wan had hoped to receive. He sat up abruptly just as the hum of a lightsaber filled the room again. "I'm sorry, Padawan, but this is for your own good."
The last thing Obi-Wan saw was his master's sad, but determined face as the lightsaber swung down and cut him in half.
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