Qui-Gon stared after his apprentice for a long moment, then got up and crossed the room. They needed to talk about this and they needed to do it now. If he didn't like it, too bad. He stopped long enough to knock on the young man's door, but he didn't wait for an invitation before barging in.
Obi-Wan turned around, bare chested, tunic in hand. "Master! Is there something wrong?"
"Yes. But I think I know how to fix it." Without another word he pulled Obi-Wan to him, pressing their lips together in a demanding kiss.
When he pulled away, Obi-Wan stared at him. "What the hell was that?"
"If you don't know, then maybe I was right the first time."
His padawan blinked. "I know *what* it was. Where did it come from. You said--"
"I said a lot of things. And I was an idiot." He shoved Obi-Wan down on the bed, then grinned at him. "Forgive me?"
A matching grin spread across Obi-Wan's face as he reached up and yanked his master down on top of him by the arm. "Only if you promise not to stop."
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