Qui-Gon wondered where Obi-Wan might have gone. Probably to find Master Epergene, the creche-robbing poor excuse for a Jedi. That man had no self control, and no business being allowed around padawans. Why, he was old enough to be Obi-Wan's Master.

*Or his lover,* a voice inside him chided.

Where did that come from? Qui-Gon took a deep breath as it hit him. Obi-Wan wasn't a child. He was a man. A very desirable, beautiful man.

And Qui-Gon was a fool.

But it could be fixed. He just had to wait for Obi-Wan to calm down and come home.

Hours later, the sound of the front door woke him. "Obi-Wan," he called.

The young man stalked into the room, heading purposefully toward the couch. "No. I don't care what you have to say, it can wait."

"But I--"

"No. I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago, and I'm going to keep doing it until you see the light."


He covered his master's mouth with his hand. "Don't you ever stop long enough to listen?" His hand moved, but before Qui-Gon was able to say anything, Obi-Wan's lips covered his, effectively keeping the older man from talking.

Minutes later he pulled back to let them both breathe. "Now, have you come to your senses, or do I do that again?"

Qui-Gon smiled, "Well, I was trying to tell you I'd come to my senses before you did it, but I wouldn't complain if you did it again."

"Your wish is my command," Obi-Wan said with a grin before he complied happily.

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