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Title: A Glimpse of 'if'
Author: Masque
Archive: yes
Category: O/A, Q/O, PWP.
Rating: You tell me. NC-17?
Warnings: There is a reason this is NOT going to m_a.
Spoilers: none
Summary: the title says it all.
Feedback: PLEASE, this is my first attempt to write sex of any kind. kind of a guage for my longer story.
A/N: this bunny bit me after reading yet *another* hopelessly in love, mushy galor, fucking like bunnies Q/O. *evil grin, cackles madly*

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"We're going to be late, Padawan," he teased.

But instead of disentangling himself from the embrace, he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on lips that begged for more.

"Master, please," Anakin whimpered.

Obi-Wan smiled wickedly as Anakin's hands fumbled desperately with his tunics. Anakin's passion for life never failed to move him, but when all of that passion was directed at him, he could barely restrain himself.

Taking pity on his padawan's clumsy movements, Obi-Wan's right hand grabbed Anakin's waist and pulled their bodies flush against each other. His left hand reached out and clasped the back of Anakin's neck, forcing him down until their lips met again in a kiss that was anything but chaste.

They broke apart, panting, and Anakin dived in for more of the sweet taste of Obi-Wan. Backing him up against the door, Anakin pushed a well-muscled thigh between his master's legs. He swallowed Obi-Wan's groan and began grinding his hips against him, the delicious friction enflaming his body.

In a flash, Obi-Wan moved and then it was Anakin who was pinned against the door. Green eyes sparkled as they took in the flushed cheeks and the pure need written on the padawan's face.

He fairly growled the word "Anakin" as his mouth latched onto the pale skin of Anakin's neck. Obi-Wan's hand deftly parted the tunics hiding perfect skin and stroked the taut stomach now exposed to him. Anakin's hips were now thrusting helplessly, seeking more of the strong body that held him effortlessly in place.

Obi-Wan laughed softly at his apprentice's impatience, the soft breath sending shivers down Anakin's spine. His hand moved down slowly and slid beneath the trousers, gently taking hold of the straining erection confined within.

Several things happened simultaneously: Anakin's body jerked with the sudden contact, accidentally keying the door panel controls. Obi-Wan, leaning against Anakin, was pulled down onto the floor on top of Anakin as gravity took its toll.

A sharp crash and then an angry baritone voice exclaimed, "What is the meaning of this?"

Anakin and Obi-Wan were off the floor in an instant, surreptitiously trying to straighten their clothing, but abandoned the effort in shock at the scene before them.

Locked in a rather compromising position, was a mirror image of Obi-Wan Kenobi. With none other than Qui-Gon Jinn.

Four sets of eyes stared unblinking in shock and confusion. Unconsciously, Anakin and Obi-Wan shifted closer together.

Anakin whispered, "Master?"

Obi-Wan shook himself, and noticed the distress in his padawan's voice. He pushed down the insipient panic and briefly took stock. Him and Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

His stomach churned and he was dimly aware that his trousers suddenly had a lot more room. Closing his eyes and fighting down the nausea, he whispered one word to his padawan.

"Run."

And they did.

Once they were safely ensconced in their quarters with firmly locked doors, Anakin ventured a very quiet,

"What was that?"

"A nightmare."

Which threatened to kill his libido permanently if Obi-Wan couldn't banish that image very quickly.

"Padawan?"

"Yes, Master?"

"We're not going to be late. The rest of your classes are canceled for the day."

A pause. And then Anakin smiled - an interesting combination of childish delight and wicked intent.

"Yes, Master."

end

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