MMOM Day 13: Qui-Gon (Mace)
This fic is rated: R
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Qui-Gon (Mace)
Timeline: 20ish years pre-TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon likes the heat
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days
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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.
When Master Dooku caught Qui-Gon masturbating, he'd taken him to a brothel. There was no better way to prevent attachment, he said, than by reducing the whole thing to a business transaction.
Qui-Gon had found that the sterile transactions left him cold. Once he was knighted, he found his companionship elsewhere.
Now, as he sparred with one of the younger knights, he found himself committing details -- the shaven head, the way his sweat-soaked tunic clung to him -- to memory. But it was the heat in Windu's eyes that would haunt him in the privacy of his own quarters.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Qui-Gon (Mace)
Timeline: 20ish years pre-TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon likes the heat
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days
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.
When Master Dooku caught Qui-Gon masturbating, he'd taken him to a brothel. There was no better way to prevent attachment, he said, than by reducing the whole thing to a business transaction.
Qui-Gon had found that the sterile transactions left him cold. Once he was knighted, he found his companionship elsewhere.
Now, as he sparred with one of the younger knights, he found himself committing details -- the shaven head, the way his sweat-soaked tunic clung to him -- to memory. But it was the heat in Windu's eyes that would haunt him in the privacy of his own quarters.