PWP: For Joy
Author: Antigone
Rating: NC-17...may or may not contain sex with a ghost.  If that squicks
you, don’t read.
Archive: Sure, just let me know
Pairing: Q/f
Feedback: Pretty please!
Disclaimers: SW universe owned by Lucas;  “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan
Summary: Post- TPM, is Qui a dream or a ghost?

In the harsh light of day, it was easy to deny.  The burning sun left no
room for fights of fancy-as this surely was.  It must have been a dream. 
Shieyn stood before the open window, a lump of clay in her hands.  She had
intended it to be something; what, she could not recall, but could not keep
her mind on her sculpture.  Her thoughts returned always to the dark and the
night and the man who shared them with her.

“Impossible.”  Shieyn spoke aloud to the sun, the only light she knew now
that he was gone.  In his absence, she’d taken to speaking to the bight star
as if it were him; if, as he’d believed, he became one with the Force,
surely only that light could hold him.  She worried occasionally that she
was losing her mind.  She thought of him constantly.  She compared every
voice to his, every gust of wind carried his scent.  She couldn’t even work
anymore-the sight of her hands on the clay brought to mind his hands, its
texture was the feel of him, everything was him.  He surrounded her in death
as he had in life.

He, of course, would say that there was no death, only the Force.  While
that had sounded pleasant when he was still with her, it clawed at her now. 
If he was not gone, but still somewhere in the universe, he could still be
with her.  He could have been with her last night.

Shieyn sat at the table and placed the clay before her.  She banished
thoughts of him and tried to visualize what this piece should be.  Slowly
she began to knead the soft substance.  It slid through her fingers as she
twisted and shaped it.  She hummed softly, a song they had loved...and loved
to.

You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

She closed her eyes and followed the music down the corridor of her
mind...and drifted off...

- * - * -

There was someone in her apartment.  She knew it without opening her eyes;
she felt a presence, heard a breath, and her own heart pounded in her ears. 
A whisper, “Shieyn.”  His voice.  She sat bolt upright and stared at the
figure half-hidden in the corner.

“Qui-Gon.”  She launched herself out of the bed and into his arms.  He
enveloped her in a fierce embrace as she laid her head against his chest and
burst into tears.

“Shieyn, little one, don’t,” he whispered into her ear.  “No tears, not
now,”  His hand gently stroked he cheek and lifted her chin, wiping her
tears away with his thumb.  His lips brushed her forehead. She pulled back
and looked searchingly into his eyes.

“I thought you...they said...” she couldn’t continue.  Tears threatened to
overcome her again.  She took a deep breath.  “What happened to you?”

He placed his finger on her lips and shook his head.  “It doesn’t matter.  I
am here.  I will always be with you.”  She closed her eyes, reveling in the
sound of his voice and the fell of his hands against her skin.  His lips met
hers tenderly, longingly, in a kiss of sorrow
eclipsed.  She opened to him, their tongues meeting and twining, inhaling
his scent, her senses in shock from his nearness after so long.  Her hands
came up to push his robe off his shoulders.  He reluctantly broke the
embrace and shrugged it off, leaving it in a pile on the floor, then lifted
her effortlessly and strode to her bed.

Shieyn sank back into the sheets, brown eyes locked with his blue ones as
heat spread through her.  She tugged at his belt, unfastening and dropping
it to the floor, then slid her hands inside his outer tunic.  Qui-Gon seemed
determined to touch every part of her skin with hands and lips.  As he sat
beside her, his fingers traced intricate patterns on her exposed neck and
shoulders, then lowered his head and kissed every spot from the top of her
nightgown to the underside of her chin in that loving manner he’d always
had.  Shieyn wormed her hands through the last layer of cloth to his skin
and pressed her palms to his left breast.  His heart pounded strong as ever.

A tiny sob escaped her lips.  Qui-Gon sat up again and pulled her against
him.  “Little one, why do you cry?”  His eyes were kind, worried.  Shi-en
found found herself drowning in them, his soul pulling hers out to sea, his
love like waves crashing over her .

“For joy, Qui.  For love.”  Shieyn cradled his face in her hands and kissed
him, lightly stroking his cheek, then ran her hands through his hair to pull
him closer.  The kiss deepened, became more hungry.  She could not bring him
close enough.  She wanted him inside her, to feel him flesh to flesh and to
know without a doubt that he was here and he
was hers.  His lips moved across her face, pressing kisses to her cheek
before murmuring in her ear.

“Yes, love, only yours.”  He let go of her to cast off his tunics and bent
to remove his boots.  Shieyn stroked his back and moved his long hair to one
side to trail delicate kisses from the nape of his neck down his spine.  He
shivered under her touch and whispered her name.  He turned back to her and
guided her to stand before him.  Qui-Gon took her hands in his, kissed the
palms, then raised her arms above her head.  He gathered the fabric of her
gown in his hands and raised it slowly, drinking in her increasingly bare
form.  The garment disappeared onto the floor with the other cast-off
clothing and she stood exposed to his burning gaze.  His fingers brushed
against her face, then moved lightly down her body, stroking her sides, his
thumb grazing the sides of her breasts, descending to her hips and thighs
and back up again, avoiding those places that screamed for his touch.

His large hands splayed across her back, pulling her closer to stand between
his knees.  He kissed her collar bone, the hollow of her throat, then looked
up at her, eyes dark.  As he held her gaze, his tongue snaked out and barely
grazed her nipple.  Shieyn gasped and
felt the heat blossom into a raging fever as she watched his tongue trace
circles over first on breast, then the other, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her head fell back when his mouth finally claimed the entire breast, lips
sucking at the flesh, teeth nipping gently.  She held his head, fingers
tangling in his hair.  His beard scratched her skin and the contrast between
that roughness and the velvet of his tongue drove her out of her mind.  As
he moved on to the other breast, one hand left her back and moved between
her legs, slowly moving up the insides of her thighs.  Qui-Gon ran his
fingers through her curls and stroked her folds, bringing a gasp to her
lips.

That gasp turned to a low moan as Shieyn felt his thumb stroke her nub.  She
swayed closer, her leg brushing his erection, and her groaned, the sound
vibrating around her breast.  He teased her, opening her, sliding his
fingers into her only to retreat and circle
her clit again and again.  Her own hands moved across his shoulders and down
his chest, reaching as far as she could, but never quite finding the
fastening on his leggings.

He lifted his head and leaned back slightly, granting her access.  She
massaged his bulge through the cloth as he continued to stroke her nether
lips, then leisurely opened the garment and and drew out his erect member,
stroking with feather light caresses.  He moaned again as her small hand
closed around his length, her thumb circling the ridge and teasing the
ridge.

Qui-Gon stood and slid his leggings to his ankles, then kicked them off and
took her in his arms again.  His erection pressed into her stomach
insistently and she moved to lay back on the bed and drew him to her.  He
rested his weight on his hands and covered her mouth with his as her legs
parted for him.  Shieyn brushed his calf with the bottom of her foot and
caressed his backside, encouraging him.  The tip of his penis slid between
her folds, needing no guidance even after this long.  He paused, trembling,
then sheathed himself in one motion.  Her body protested and he remained
still, allowing her to readjust to his size.

To feel him again-inside her, part of her-Shieyn felt her heart leap and
willed her body to relax.  *Yes, Qui*  He broke their kiss and touched her
cheek as he began to move.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked
her hips in time with his.  Her hands strayed over his back, loving the feel
of his muscles moving beneath the skin. The friction between them grew as he
thrust and he flooded her senses-his hands on her body, the taste of his
skin and the sound of their labored breathing.  His musky scent filled her
nostrils and the sight of his face, eyes closed in ecstasy as he moaned her
name drove her over the edge.

The flames consumed her, spreading from her core to the tips of her fingers,
igniting every nerve until she could feel the tiniest motion in exquisite
detail.  Her back arched and a cry tore from her lips as she came, bucking
against him.  He followed a moment later, burning her with his seed, his
cries echoing in her ears, and collapsed on top of her.

They remained that way for several minutes, holding each other as their
breathing quieted.  He withdrew and lay beside her, pulling her to him. 
Shieyn laid her head on his chest and listened to the beat of his heart.  As
her eyes drifted shut, she heard him whisper.  “Love you.”  And she slept.

She awoke naked and alone.  Her nightgown lay in a heap beside her bed, but
there was no trace of Qui-Gon.  She turned her face into her pillow and
wept.

- * - * -

Startled, Shieyn came back into herself and blinked at the sunset.  How long
had she been daydreaming?  She ought to at least try to work. With a sigh,
she looked at the clay she’d been absently kneading and her breath caught. 
She turned the completed sculpture in her hands and tears streamed down her
cheeks.  As she drifted in memory, she had molded it into the image of two
human forms intertwined.

The End