MMOM Day 10: Mace (Qui-Gon)
This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu (Qui-Gon Jinn)
Timeline: 20ish years before TPM
Summary: Mace, in the shower, with his hand.
Spoilers: for Invincible (I kid, I kid!)
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: This was one of those rare gift-from-the-fanfic-gods drabbles that came out right on count the first time.
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, mmom
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Standing in the shower, Mace wraps his fingers around his penis, strokes himself with brusque, almost angry movements. It's a biological need, he tells himself, no different from eating or sleeping or using the 'fresher. Something to be gotten over with so that he can get on with his duties as a senior Padawan.
He's close to finishing when the image comes to him; Master Dooku's former Padawan, a tall, lanky man with brown hair that brushes his shoulders. And for a moment he slows, becomes almost gentle with himself, as he imagines those elegant fingers taking over the task.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu (Qui-Gon Jinn)
Timeline: 20ish years before TPM
Summary: Mace, in the shower, with his hand.
Spoilers: for Invincible (I kid, I kid!)
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: This was one of those rare gift-from-the-fanfic-gods drabbles that came out right on count the first time.
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, mmom
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Standing in the shower, Mace wraps his fingers around his penis, strokes himself with brusque, almost angry movements. It's a biological need, he tells himself, no different from eating or sleeping or using the 'fresher. Something to be gotten over with so that he can get on with his duties as a senior Padawan.
He's close to finishing when the image comes to him; Master Dooku's former Padawan, a tall, lanky man with brown hair that brushes his shoulders. And for a moment he slows, becomes almost gentle with himself, as he imagines those elegant fingers taking over the task.