Title:  ABH,  Almost Dawn
Author: Dorotea
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing:  Q/F
Disclaimer:   Qui isn't mine, I'm only borrowing him for a night.  Don't tell
Xani.  <G>
Summary:  You try to sneak back into Da Mastah's room in the early morning
hours
Author's Notes:  This is ALL DANDE's FAULT!  And I am SO NOT WORTHY when it
comes to writing Da Mastah, I can't compare, but I couldn't resist revisiting
the hive.  I've owed her a Dom Qui fic for a long, long time -- here it is
Wenchie!  It is also Dev's fault and yes, even Em's fault for encouraging me
to write!  See how well can I spread the blame?  HUGE thanks to Dande for the
beta, you are the greatest! 
Archive:  Yes, if you want it, take it, just let me know.

You tiptoe into the quiet chamber, trying not to wake the sleeping man
stretched out across the low bed on top of duvet.  As you are slipping out of
your cloak you are startled by his deep voice, "It's almost dawn."

"Is it?" You ask, even though you know exactly what time it is.

"You said you were going for a short walk,"  Qui-Gon said, sitting up in bed.

You turn toward him, your eyes fixed on his broad chest.  "I wasn't feeling
tired, so ---"

"You just happened upon the lounge in this hotel?"

You grin and slink your way to the bed, shedding garments as you go.  By the
time you're to the edge of the bed you're only wearing a thin undershirt and
panties.  "You know me so well, Master Jinn," you tease, trailing a finger
across his hard chest.

"We have to be at the conference soon.  You shouldn't be out drinking and 
--" he mutters gruffly.

"Dancing on tables?" You ask, sliding onto his lap, straddling him.

"You danced on tables?"

"It was actually the bar, I believe..."

Qui-Gon gives you a disapproving look.

Your lower lip juts out just a bit.  "Is there something in the Jedi code
that forbids dancing on bars?"

Qui-Gon remains stone faced for a long moment, then replies, "Well, yes, but
I think that was added mostly to prevent Master Yoda from attempting it."

You both chuckle and you kiss his bearded chin, then his lips.  His hands
move to languidly caress your sides.  You kiss him more deeply, your tongue
sliding into his mouth.  You love the taste of this man, you love his scent
of sandalwood, you love his large, rough hands sliding underneath your
undershirt and gliding across your bare flesh.  You feel a tightening inside
as his touch electrifies you.  His hand brushes the underside of your breast
and then slides over your nipple, hardening it.  You break off your kiss and
pull off your undershirt.  You slide across his thick legs and press your
bare chest to his.

"I love your skin next to mine," he murmurs into your ear as he kisses and
nips at your neck.  "But you've been such a naughty girl."

"Yes, I have," you answer, your head lolling back as he continues to kiss
your neck.  You grind your hips into his lap, his hard cock pressing into
you.  "You should punish me, Master."

His teeth sink into your shoulder, biting you lightly.  You moan, your
pleasure mixing with the slight pain.  "Lie down on the bed," he commands. 

You lift your head and meet his gaze.  You arch a brow, a grin spreading
across your face as you see the naughty gleam in his eyes.  "Umm....I don't
know..." you drawl, still grinding your hips against his. 

He smirks, his hands grasping your waist and easily pulling you off his lap. 
You wrestle only half-heartedly with him, ending up face-down on the soft
duvet.  You squirm a bit as he straddles your lower body, his rock-hard legs
easily pinning you to the bed.  His large hands sweep up your curves, leaving
little skin untouched, sending waves of lust through your body. 

Qui-Gon grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, leaning down to whisper in
your ear, "So naughty.  What am I going to do with you?"

You turn so only one cheek is pressed against the bed.  "Punish me."

He kisses your exposed cheek lightly, his beard brushing against your tender
skin.  He releases your hair and sits back up, sliding down a bit, running
his hands over your bottom, lightly at first, then more roughly.  He grasps
the waist of the panties and rips them off. 

You squirm again, a thrill of pleasure scorching your senses.  One of his
hands lightly caresses your back as his other smacks your bottom.  You
inhale, your bottom smarting a bit, but not hurting. He continues to spank
you.  You start to wriggle a bit as the pain intensifies, exciting you more. 
Your hands clench the cotton duvet as his palm connects with your bottom
again.  "Enough," you gasp. 

Qui-Gon slides off your legs, one hand caressing your red bottom, the other
loosening his sleep pants.  You start to roll-over, but a large hand presses
into your side stopping you.  "Are you going to be good?"  Qui-Gon asks in a
husky growl.

"Yes, Master," you answer obediently and he releases you. 

You sit up and run your hands down his well-defined abdomen, pulling down his
sleep pants over his erection carefully.  You lower your head and run your
tongue along his length, savoring the taste of his hard cock.  Swirling your
tongue around the head, you move your hand over his sac and up and down the
length of his shaft.  You suck gently on the tip as Qui-Gon tangles his
fingers in your hair, pushing your head lower.  You swallow more of his
length, sucking and stroking him. 

He moans loudly, his hips bucking out, matching your rhythm, his hands
pulling your hair.  You release his cock, your mouth kissing his navel and
moving up the thin trail of hair to his chest.  Your tongue flicks against
his heated nipples as you continue to stroke his hard cock.  His hands are
still tangled in your hair as you attack his neck, kissing and sucking the
lightly bearded skin. 

You move and kiss him vigorously, your tongue thrusting into his mouth even
as he groans loudly with pleasure.  You let go of his cock and fall backwards
onto the bed, pulling him with you.  He untangles his hands from your hair
and kicks off his sleep pants as you spread your legs to accomodate him.  He
hooks his arms under yours and lifts his weight off of you.  You can feel his
shaft pressing against your wetness and you moan.  You want him, no, need him
inside of you, now. 

You shift your body beneath his, arching your back.  "Please, Qui-Gon,
please, take me." 

He presses the tip of his length inside you, teasing you.  "Are you going to
sneak out to go drinking?"

"No, Master," you answer pushing your hips upwards, knowing he wanted you as
much as you wanted him.

"Dance on bars?"  He asked, his voice hoarse, his control close to the
breaking point.

"Only if you're there to enjoy the show, Master," you answer with a smirk,
wrapping your legs around him and pushing him deeper inside of you.

"That's my girl," he says, rewarding you with a deep kiss as his cock pushed
inside of you, stretching and filling you.

Your tongues tangle heatedly as your bodies move against each other, your
pleasure building with every thrust of his hips.  He tears his mouth away
from yours as he shifts forward, pushing deeper inside of you, his cock
stroking your sensitive spot.  Your pleasure builds as you slam your body
upwards into his, moving constantly faster and harder with him.  Qui-Gon
moans and shudders against you as you both climax.  Waves of ecstacy soar
through your body as your muscles contract, tightening around him as he fills
you with his hot seed.  Gasping and trembling you hold each other until you
catch your breath.

"I think I should be naughty more often," you tease, as your body relaxes
into the soft bed.

Qui-Gon smirks, lifting his head and kissing your lips softly. "Then I'll
just have to punish you more often."

"Yes, Master," you answer with a suggestive lift of your brow.

THE END