This fic is rated: PG-13
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: 17ish years pre-TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon takes matters into his own hands.
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: Finally!
Cross-Posted
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skywalker_days,
starwars_slash,
mmom My FanFic MasterlistDisclaimer: 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.
Qui-Gon's normal policy on virgins was to avoid them, but he had a feeling that if he followed it with Mace, he would be waiting forever. So during the long, slow hyperspace journey back to Coruscant, Qui-Gon made sure to catch Mace when he left the shower.
"I've spent the past week and a half being subtle -- "
"That was subtle?"
"You didn't pounce on me."
"Jedi don't ... pounce."
Qui-Gon trailed one hand down Mace's bare chest. Mace flinched, but didn't back away.
"We'll start slow. Just hands for tonight."
He was glad they had a long trip.