Title: Theme and Timbre: Crescendo
Author: kimberlite
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP
Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series
Disclaimers: These beautiful boys belong to George Lucas, not me.
Notes: Thanks to Alex and RavenD for beta, and to RavenD for letting me play in her sandbox.
Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan enjoy a winter wonderland.
Feedback: Yes, please, to kimberlite@cox.net



Crescendo -- gradually becoming louder.

"Oh, yes...right there...so good," Obi-Wan whispered as Qui-Gon's chilly lips kissed along his neck, finding the warmth of his strongly beating pulse. He could see his breath, fine white mist exhaled in quick puffs and pants as his master nibbled on his exposed flesh. It had been too long since they had had the freedom to touch like this.

Qui-Gon pulled back, smiling at the sight of his padawan's pink nose and cheeks. "You're so beautiful." Looking at the ice-encrusted trees, hung with icicles to create natural sculptures, and the blanket of pristine snow around them, he murmured, "Winter agrees with you."

Obi-Wan's quiet laughter spread across the valley, expressing his joy at finally being alone with his love. Sunlight refracted through the ice, casting millions of tiny rainbows on the sparkling snow, as bright and cheerful as his mood. Reaching up to run his fingers through Qui-Gon's hair, Obi-Wan brushed at the clinging snowflakes, creating a tiny blizzard around them.

Capturing Obi-Wan's hand, Qui-Gon laid light kisses on his padawan's fingers, licking his way across the palm until he was sucking gently on the wrist. There was something so deeply reassuring about the steady beat of the pulse point that Qui-Gon found himself drawn back again and again.

Shuddering at the touch, Obi-Wan traced Qui-Gon's face with his fingers, mapping out the familiar, beloved landscape. "More...please." Obi-Wan stepped closer, seeking the heat that radiated from his master.

As their mouths neared, Qui-Gon felt the phantom whisper of Obi-Wan's breath caressing his skin. Their lips touched, the initial chill dissipating as their heat overcame the elements. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding along lips. When they broke apart, Qui-Gon's eyes were drawn to the glistening smile adorning his padawan's luminous face.

"I love you, Master," Obi-Wan said, wrapping his arms around the large man, rubbing his own hard body against Qui-Gon's to show his intentions.

Qui-Gon's huge hands closed over Obi-Wan's hips, holding him still momentarily. "Love you, too. Want you so much..."

Wiggling beneath the strong grip, Obi-Wan groaned, "I need you...now."

Smiling at the desire etched on Obi-Wan's face, a need that matched his own, Qui-Gon picked up Obi-Wan's padawan braid, brushing the end over his lover's upturned face. "Do you want more?" he teased.

"Yes," Obi-Wan panted, desperately trying to hold still. "I want to feel you around me, touching me, melding us together."

Qui-Gon kissed the tip of Obi-Wan's nose before stepping back. Gracefully, he swept his cloak off, spreading it out over the snow. He undid his utility belt, carefully placing it on the edge of his cloak, mindful of duty even within the safety of this idyllic setting.

Seeing Qui-Gon's preparations, Obi-Wan followed his master's lead, taking off his belt as he watched Qui-Gon lie down on his left side, leaving an inviting spot for his padawan. Shrugging out of his own cloak, Obi-Wan sank to his knees before spooning against his master.

Qui-Gon efficiently spread Obi-Wan's cloak around them, creating a warm haven amidst the crisp, winter air. The sun highlighted the red-gold strands in Obi-Wan's hair and Qui-Gon felt compelled to kiss the top of Obi-Wan's head, enjoying its soft feel as he nuzzled down the braid and into to the warm skin of Obi-Wan's neck.

Groaning as the light touch of lips became the sharp nibble of teeth, Obi-Wan pushed his hips back, rubbing himself unashamedly against Qui-Gon's hard body. It both delighted and tormented him that Qui-Gon was taking so much time with him. Finally his need won out. "Please, love," he begged. "I need your hands on my body, need to feel you in me." His words, spoken in passion, rose from their nest, carried across the valley on the light breeze.

A low growl joined Obi-Wan's pleas as Qui-Gon abandoned his careful seduction, reaching around to undo Obi-Wan's leggings, tugging them down to expose his padawan's smooth skin. Wrapping his hand around the hard flesh of Obi-Wan's arousal, Qui-Gon stroked up and down several times, enjoying the muffled sounds Obi-Wan was trying to contain. "Don't stay quiet, my love. I want to hear your pleasure," Qui-Gon demanded.

Gasping as his body was released, Obi-Wan keened his distress at the loss of his master's touch. Soon, however, he felt the slight shifting behind him as Qui-Gon loosened his leggings. Obi-Wan concentrated on relaxing his body, wanting nothing more than to be filled, taken, completed.

Feeling Obi-Wan melt against him, Qui-Gon positioned his aching hardness and slipped carefully into his love. Hearing Obi-Wan's cries of passion, Qui-Gon thrust harder, moving fully into the yielding body. Reaching along their bond, Qui-Gon sent both his physical pleasure and his emotional joy at their joining.

The pleasure was white-hot, tinted golden with a hint of pain. The sensations were so intense that Obi-Wan couldn't contain himself. He pushed his body back to take Qui-Gon as deeply as he could, clutching Qui-Gon's cloak in his fists, crying out in ecstasy as their passion built.

Feeling Obi-Wan's overwhelming response, Qui-Gon tightened his hands on Obi-Wan's hips, pushing harder into the beloved body. Lust and love sang through the bond as their movements quickened. Spurred on by Obi-Wan's increasing grunts and moans and cries, Qui-Gon reclaimed Obi-Wan's hardness, stroking with sure strength and speed as they neared completion.

The familiar touch of Qui-Gon's hand sent Obi-Wan to a higher level of bliss. He loved this moment of complete surrender, a time when all barriers between them dropped and they indulged in their love and passion. Incoherent with desire, Obi-Wan chanted his master's name again and again, glorying in the dance of their bodies and souls.

Qui-Gon moved with Obi-Wan, feeling the emotion flowing between them, hearing his name called out as a mantra. Knowing they desperately needed release, Qui-Gon thrust strongly, calling out his own truth, his love for Obi-Wan.

An avalanche of pleasure roared through them, knocking them off the precipice and dragging them along in a tumultuous rush of sensation. Breathless from the fall, they lay together, gasping for air and trying to calm their racing hearts.

Around them, the echo of their passion reverberated with the wind. Icicles chimed as they brushed together, creating a natural music. After a moment, the music ceased and the valley was still once more.