Home Rule Author: My-Gin-Gone E-mail: Spacefan@cybergal.com Rating: NC-17 Story type: ABH (like I write anything else!), Drama, Angst Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Ardeth Fey, Chana— and a few new ones! Disclaimers: Stephen Somers/Universal Pictures and George Lucas own the two main men of the story--<sigh> I am borrowing them. But I do own Chana and the kids. Hey george you wanna trade? Me making no money nor trying to still licensing privileges. I'm grateful I found them <thud!> Summary: Things are settling down a bit on Coruscant. The kids are in school and you're making new friends. Or shall I say, friend. The guys don't like it one bit. This is a sequel to Plotting Our Future. The stories in the series thus far are: In the Beginning..., Honeymoon, Performance Anxiety, A Change In Plans, Plotting Our Future, Jealousy!, Sister, A Spiritual Journey Home, The Competition, Family, An Old Friend, Twins!, A Promise Fulfilled, A Stolen Moment: Ardeth, A Stolen Moment: Qui-Gon and Home Rule Author's notes: I feel it is my duty to warn those of you who shudder easily that there is but the barest hint of slash here...not much really. I guess one could say it is implied or maybe it's actually there. Though it's not much. So don't get your hopes up. HOWEVER!! Eh...er...ummm...there is graphic use of body fluids. It's intense. Just read it. Home Rule "Sakeri come here." You command in Titanese to your son. He continues to bang what looks to be a priceless statue against a table. CRASH! Your eyes shoot to the other side of the room. Niti giggles at the pieces of broken pottery. Snatching her up before she finishes giggling, you plop her and then Sakeri on the floor in front of you. They are too shocked by your quick movements to protest. Gimmer stick and all, Yoda ambles into the sitting room. This is your second visit to his personal quarters. The first was to welcome you here and this, the second, was to see the children. Frankly you were surprised when you were *asked* to come here. Jedi security showed up at your door in the middle of your unpacking and the kid's lunch. The next thing you know, you're here. Yoda rests in his chair and giggles as the twins toddle away in search of more mysteries inside his home. "Master Yoda, I am so sorry for the mess. I will pay--" The diminutive Jedi Master waves his green three-fingered hands. His chuckle is light, "Mere objects they are. Do not concern yourself." He settles into his chair and sighs, "So you are here." Your children giggle in the distance. "Yes." "Good this is. His concern for you was great, as was Ardeth's." You are amazed that he-- Yoda, distinguished and high member of the Jedi Council manages to keep tabs on Qui-Gon. Yoda's ears perk up, "My padawan he was for many years-- care for him...I do." His gaze wanders over your shoulder to your children who have been too quiet, "Healthy and happy, they are. But so far away from the Force. Why?" "I had no knowledge to give them." "Your bond with your mates is still strong?" "Yes." "Then that is where you should have started." "I didn't know how." Two old yet clean stuffed animals levitate toward the Master followed by Qui-Gon and Ardeth's offspring. They follow the animals fascinated by their ability to fly. The animals hover in front of Yoda. Niti and Sakeri stare in awe. "Take it." He nods. They look to you. You nod. Chubby hands reach out for their prize. Clutching their toys with smiling faces, Sakeri and Sagirah plop down on the floor commencing to chatter to one another. "So much of their fathers' are in them but more of you I see. Beautiful they are." He pauses, "Tested they were?" "Yes." "Pass they did not." Yoda answers his own question. "No." Falling silent, he closes his eyes. Opening them again, his gaze settles upon you. "Child of Jedi they are. Within lies the Force, schooled they must be but not in the Arts. But the philosophy and history of the Jedi. A special school they will attend--" You freeze. Not again. Gods not again. //Take my babies away from me? // "Remain with you they will." "But why?" The wise old Jedi Master studies you with an impassive gaze, "Their gifts must not be wasted. Here they shall experience a different kind of love for the Force yet no less precious." "Okay." You smile weakly still unsure. It would be nice if Qui-Gon was here, you muse. "Be mindful, for great care must be taken in their up- bringing." He warns. "Temptations of the outside are a threat that must be avoided. Anger, fear, hate...these are to be avoided." "Always." "Good." Yoda giggles eyeing the children. He gazes at them like a proud grandfather. "I shall like to see them more." "If that is what you wish." "Yes." He nods, "Very much so." "Master Yoda, when will my life-mates return?" "When they are able." "Kids are amazing aren't they?" A gruff husky voice asks next to you. You're busy reading a data pad, searching for employment. You glance at your children playing in their teaching group at their new school next to the Temple. Lay persons as well as Jedi oversee the children-- guiding them ever so slightly. "Yea..I guess so." You return to your reading. "I hope they don't change her too much." //Why do people always want to talk when I'm reading? // You consider an ad for a security guard then shoot it down. They work weird hours. "Is the little guy with black hair yours?" The man inquires. "Yes?" Your head shoots up "He's upset about something." Sakeri screams in an absolute fit with tears in his eyes. Before you can stand a teacher has intercepted and calmed him down. Chewing your lip, you try to remember the rules: No unnecessary engagement with your children during school hours. It's the only way the Jedi would let you stay. "I know the feeling. You wanna rush over there but it's against the rules." He sighs along with you. "Chana Fey-Jinn." You hold out your hand deciding to be polite. His salt and pepper hair and blue eyes are striking. "Dorjan Mather." "Which one is yours?" Your eyes search the twenty or so kids of different species and races. "Her, wearing the green tunic." You see a cute little girl with tiny brown pigtails. "She's adorable. What's her name?" He smiles proudly, "Jenna. And yours." You point to your two, "That one is Sakeri and the other Niti." "Twins?" "Yep." You grin. An arm grips your waist. You and Qui moan enjoying your deep kiss. You pull away and nudge his nose. "I told you, you would like it on the bottom." You purr. "Yes, we should do this more often." He grins broadly. Ardeth yanks your hair arching you to meet him. "I agree," He kisses you sucking your tongue and lips. Your hands thump the carpeted floor as Qui lays there looking quite content save for his massive erection. You are wedged between he and Ardeth. The master's log shaped penis lays nearly flat against his stomach as Ardeth repositions all three of you. "Are you ready yet?" Qui asks placing his hands under his head. "Almost." He kisses the Master affectionately. "Baby you know the kids will be up in a few hours." You giggle as the familiar tickling feeling around your waist alerts you to movement in the Force. Ardeth slides you onto Qui-Gon's cock. You moan as his meaty member opens your hole and slides deep into your recess. Qui's hands wander down to your waist. "No." Ardeth insists behind you. The master complies. "Ungghhhhh..." You grunt as the Knight slides into you. "Force." Qui's hips respond to Ardeth's probing member. Both men deep inside you, squeeze themselves and in turn stretch you. God's the friction feels good. The three of you moan. Ardeth's powerful hips do most of the work guiding his rock hard penis in and out of you. You feel Qui swell more inside of you. The harder Ardeth pumps, the harder Qui gets. Qui begins to growl. //Not yet.// Ardeth warns. You wiggle your pelvis as much as you can causing all three of you to groan. The tangy smell of fresh sex saturates your nose arousing you even more. You're so wet from them you don't know if you can accept any come for fear of it escaping. Your body bounces with each thrust. Your lips latch on to Qui's chest and sucks. He can no longer hold back his need to thrust. His hips lurch forward. Your yelp is muffled by his flesh. Both of them plunge into you. Ardeth pulls himself nearly out and then dives back in. "Yes." You whisper feeling your orgasm build. "Ohhhhhh." Ardeth moans. He is close. Qui grunts underneath you. His arms fly over his head. "You want to come?" You moan. "Gods yes." Ardeth groans Qui-Gon growls. "You wanna come inside me?" You shriek. "I gotta come." Ardeth groans. He continues to pin Qui's arms above his head via the Force. His cock is so stiff, he'll pop his load any moment. Ardeth rams you both hurriedly. Qui-Gon arches his back, his hips leap forward. Heat. Liquid heat pours into you. Qui moans delivering a heavy load. You shriek contracting around him. He thrusts short, staccato like movements spurting the last of his semen into you. Just as he relaxes Ardeth grunts and comes. His hands hold your hips in place as he pours into you, smearing himself on Qui-Gon as well. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. You squeeze him. "Baby milk me. Gods." Ardeth's cock drains itself on the two he loves. Panting, you all collapse completely satisfied. You, sandwiched in the middle, relax knowing you are protected by the men you love.

Daylight in Coruscant looks pretty much like night, except its easier to see the transports and buildings.  You brush your long hair gingerly when you notice that Niti is not wearing her bib.  She stands next to her daddy munching happily as he feeds her off his plate getting driblets of food on her new outfit.

      It took you an hour to dress your kids.  Yes, you know you should have waited until after they'd eaten but their fathersassured you they would not get food on their clothing.

      "Qui."  You sigh, "Sagirah is getting food all over her face and clothes."

      The master swallows his bit of food and studies his child.  Bread crumbs and bits of egg are smeared on her face.

      "She looks fine."  He takes another bite and feeds the left over piece to his little girl.

      Shaking your head, you turn to check on Sakeri.  He happily sits on his father's lap.  Ardeth rakes food into he and his son's mouth.  Sakeri munches cheerfully, his face covered with food as well.

      "Why do I even bother?"  You shrug your shoulders.

      "What is she talking about?"  Ardeth asks Qui

      "I don't know."  Qui says feeding Niti with only part of the food actually making it into her mouth.

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      "Hold still."  You continue wiping Sakeri's face though it is difficult to do considering his squirming. 

      "Sagirah-Nituna do not take off your shoes!"  You yell in Titanese. 

      She squeals.  A shoe flies past you.  Sakeri wiggles out of your grasp squeaking.

      "Come Niti."  Qui picks her up and puts her shoe back on.

      "Where are you going again?"  Ardeth questions sitting down on the sofa.  Sakeri proceeds to climb all over him.

      "I told you a field trip."

      "The children are too young to go on a field trip."  Qui lectures.  You can hear the disapproval in his voice.  They both want you to stay home, though they'll be leaving soon for the Temple.

      "We need to go to the Hall of Records and update their files.  So mostly it's a field trip for the incoming parents, such as myself."

      "I do not like this."  Qui frowns releasing Niti.

      "Then tell this to your Jedi friends.  It was their idea not mine."  You kiss him sweetly.

      "Those pedagogues at the philosophy school are not my friends." 

      "Whatever."  You turn and kiss Ardeth.  He looks even more distressed than Qui.  "What you too?"

      "My children should not be wandering around Coruscant."  Ardeth gripes before you and he kiss again.

      "We won't be wandering."  You correct.

      "Why did you put them in this school anyway?"

      "Yoda says it will be good for them."

      Ardeth's expression tells you he is not convinced.  Suddenly he closes his eyes.  The front door chimes.      

      "Why is there a man outside?"

      "That's Dorjan and Jenna."

      "Who is Dorjan?"  Qui takes his place next to Ardeth on the sofa while you check your bag of supplies-- wet naps, snacks and fruit drinks.

      "His daughter Jenna is in the same class as the twins."  The anti-grav stroller turns on with a hum.  "Come on let's go."

      When they see they are going some where, Sakeri and Niti eagerly jump in the stroller.  They wave bye-bye to their daddies.

      "Well, are you two gonna sit there and bitch or are you gonna kiss your kids good bye?"

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      You and Dorjan calmly talk and push your empty anti-grav strollers as the Jedi handle all the paper work inside.  Though you try speaking with the other parents--nothing much comes of it.  They are way too aloof for you. Dorjan is more easy going.  You have so much in common.

      He is a retired military Major bonded to a Jedi Knight. They have two children, one is already in the creche training to be a Jedi and the other is in school with your kids.  Because Lorine is a knight in the Order, he too is the primary care giver for their child.

      "Four hunh?"

      "Yep."  You nod and take a seat in the lobby.  Back and forth people criss-cross in front of you.

      "Two in the creche?  How did you even consider having more?  When they took my son, I thought I'd die.  I was so happy when Jenna didn't pass.  And you gave the Order two."

      "Believe me, it was not easy.  But my life-mates wanted more children and ultimately so did I."

      "Lorine and I thought about having more.  She's so busy now and with this padawan, pregnancy is not feasible."  Dorjan smirks rather embarrassed.

      "Well that has not been a problem with us," you chuckle embarrassed. "So how did you handle it?  Being alone?"

      "I'm not sure how but I did.  And I still do."

      "Cold nights..."  You say wistfully.

      "Long days..."  He adds

      "Someone to be there when you've had a bad day."

      "To rub your shoulders, or to sit up with you when your child has a fever."

      You stare into the distance, "To share their first steps or their first words."

      "She missed all of that."

      "So did they."

      You both sigh.

      "You want to join me and Jenna for dinner?  We were going to catch a bite down here."

      "Sure."

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      "Master are most bureaucrats that deceptive?" Tarien Braith asks Ardeth.  Her bluntly cut white hair bristles in the breeze.

      "Padawan you will find that to be true in most cases." 

      Ardeth walks swiftly out the doors of the Senate building.  Daylight fades as evening approaches.  He and Tarien have had the distinct pleasure and misfortune of speaking with Chancellor Botham the head of the Republic Senate.  Trouble in the Outer Rim territories will be sending he and his padawan far from home.

      They stand in front of the senate building, the shuttle that was suppose to take them back to the Temple was not there. 

      "Master is that your life-mate?"  Tarien asks innocently  squinting in the daylight.  Her eye sight is more attuned to night.

      Ardeth looks at where his padawan points.  He sees a man he barely recognizes standing with Chana along with three children.  Two of the children are his and the third which Chana was holding is not.  He controls his feelings as he sees the man pick up Sakeri and begin to play with him.

      "Master the shuttle his here."  Tarien informs him quietly.

      Two nights later...


      Ardeth shuts and locks the bedroom door behind him.

      "Leave the lamp on."  Qui purrs lavishing your body with wet kisses.  Rough hands caress your breasts and stomach.  This man of six feet four and two-hundred some odd pounds is your protector, lover, life-mate and best friend.   

      You sigh savoring his silky tongue suckling your nipple.  Lightening flashes outside.  Rain on Coruscant is quite impressive when it comes down in sheets.

            "The children?"  You manage to say without it coming out in a complete moan.  The kids are still adjusting to their new home and find the lightening a bit scary.

      "They are sleeping."  Ardeth slides off his sleep pants.  Creamy caramel flesh over sculpted muscles and narrow hips are soon upon you.  He is yours, all yours and he loves you. 

      Ardeth takes your other nipple in his mouth.  His tongue laps it softly whilst Qui pulls and tugs at the other.  Qui pulls away and maneuvers toward your wet vagina.  He licks your folds enjoying your every groan. 

      Suddenly he replaces his tongue with his penis, penetrating you to the hilt quickly.  Qui's cock pistons in and out of you.  The bed squeaks and rocks as Qui feeds his hungry member. 

      "Ohhh.."  You manage to crane over to the side pulling Ardeth's luscious cock to your mouth.  Stiff and wet, it slides in easily. 

      Qui continues to grunt into you as you open your legs wider.  You lick Ardeth's weeping tip and then suckle it.  His head sweeps back at your wonderful torture.  Down and up you go with glorious pressure and wonderful suction.

      He's always so wet.  The more turned on he is the wetter he becomes.  You eagerly lap his moisture.                             

      "Ahhhh..."  You pull away as Qui digs deep into you.  Your attentions return to Ardeth. //You taste so good.//  Your hand strokes his base pushing more cream into your mouth. 

      The bed jerks violently.  You catch site of Qui sweeping his head back, long hair falls behind him.  Your muscles clench his cock pulling come from him.  The master jerks into you filling you with seed.  As Qui moves away, Ardeth quickly takes his place loving the feel of come inside of you.

      He pounds you furiously frustrated and loving the lack of friction caused by Qui's milky fluid.  Your legs are spread apart and pushed to your shoulders confining your space and hunching your body.

      You and Ardeth grunt in unison as Qui gets off the bed to open the window.  The fresh air cools your warm skin.  Round and round Ardeth's hips go probing his cock deep within you.

      Suddenly your legs are let go and plop to the bed.  You clutch his back and wrap your legs around him, sinking him deep.  Tiny yet erotic movements rock both of you. 

      "I can't hold out...oh..gods..."  He whispers pumping wildly and explodes inside of you. 

      You squeak detecting the tiniest bit of him in you.  Ardeth continues to pump.

      "Take it baby."  He groans, your pelvis wiggles squishing him.

      Ardeth's seed mixes with Qui's.

      Qui climbs on the bed.  You relax underneath Ardeth.

      "Chana what is this?"  He holds a necklace with a cameo carved from a shiny stone.

      Sensing irritation through your bond, you hold on to Ardeth. 
      "It's a necklace."  Deep in his chest you feel Ardeth's heart beat like a hammer and anvil.  Suddenly it slows down as he regains control.

      "I can see that."  He holds it up to the light.

      "Chana where did you get this?"  The master asks his irritation barely masked.

      "Oh, that.  A shop near the Hall of Records."

      He glances at Ardeth.  Your life-mate's hold on you tightens.  You love him but he's getting heavy and no matter how much you move he won't budge.

      "Really?  How much did you pay for this?"

      //Uh-oh.//   "Don't worry about it."  You assure him

      "We are trying to save.  Our finances are not quite up to parr and you spent how much?"  Qui questions again.

      "It didn't cost me anything," you hesitate.

      Ardeth's breathing slows even more, there is a prolonged silence in the room.  You know they are having a conversation. 

      "I know you are withholding information.  Now when I ask you this question you can either lie to me or speak the truth.  Who bought this for you?"

      Considering they'll know if you lie, you know you'd better come clean.  "Dorjan."

      Ardeth climbs off you.

      "This is ridiculous," you grasp the delicate necklace.  "I saw it in the window and remarked about how much I liked it.  He bought it for me as a thank you...for watching Jenna for him a couple of times during school hours.  You know?  No big deal."

      "Give it back."  Ardeth says flatly.

      "Why?  It's a simple gift.  It would be rude.  I can't give it back.  Qui?"

      "No."

      "Qui-Gon?"

      "No."

      "It means nothing.  It's just a little thing."
     
      "No dammit."

      Why is he acting this way?  This is so unlike him.

      "Why do you want this so?"  Ardeth snaps.  Jealousy rears its ugly head.

      "You see him outside the school as well?"  Qui fingers the necklace.

      "We take the kids to the park."

      Ardeth sits next to you and says softly yet firmly, "I saw you and he with the children outside the Senate building."

      Qui-Gon's face melts into distinct surprise.

      "Sakeri-Nadiv is not to be held by him is that understood?"

      "You too?"  You gaze into his eyes.  They leave no room for argument.  "Why?"

      "If I see you letting another man hold my son again I will be angry.  And I'll take that anger out on you.  Are we clear on this matter?"  Ardeth clasps your arm.

      "Yes."

      Qui fishes through the drawers and pulls out a pair of sleep pants.  He quickly puts them on and heads out the room.

      "Where are you going?"  You ask

      "I need to meditate."

      One month later...

      "She is here but the children are not."  Qui-Gon says to Ardeth while palming the lock to their apartment.  He is tired, grouchy and beaten.

      He and Ardeth along with their padawans have returned from a particular hard mission where Qui was given the honor of being chewed out by the Council.  Again.  He loves Xanatos but his behavior is becoming increasingly rambunctious so much so that the Council is beginning to question their pairing. 

      "I just want to relax."  Ardeth sighes picturing his arms around Chana's waist.

      He on the other hand is progressing well with Tarien.  Her skills are sharpening every day.  Even Qui-Gon can see that she will be a shrewd knight.
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      You eye your slave girl costume in the full length mirror.  After four children, your body isn't what it use to be.  There are more curves where there use to be solid muscle, your breasts aren't as pert and your stomach is not as flat as it once was.  But that's all right because three years of manual labor on Titan has kept you in pretty good shape.  Though the service would put you in better shape, that is no longer an option. 

      No matter.  That's behind you now.  You adjust the clay colored metallic bra desperately trying to hold in your ample bosom.  Your long hair falls in curls behind you, while a skirt with a giant split up each side high lights your curvy hips. 

      You hold up your arms and wiggle your hips.  This you have plenty of practice doing.  Ardeth loves it when you wiggle your ass.  Checking your sandals to see if they are buckled, you are all set to go to the costume party. 

      "Dorjan should be here any minute.  I wonder if I should take a wrap?"

      Deciding it's better to be safe than sorry you step into the walk-in closet and pull out a long red shawl you picked up on a recent shopping trip.  Actually it was one of many you've been making lately. 

      "What are you wearing?"  Qui-Gon grouses frowning.

      Ardeth stares at you amused.

      //Slave girl.// He sends to you with a sly smile.

      "What are you doing here?"  you say stunned.

      Ardeth smiles disappears.

      "We live here remember?"  He retorts scrutinizing your costume more closely, "Why are you dressed like that?"

      "She is waiting for someone."  Qui-Gon answers, "You didn't know we were coming home."

      You swallow harshly.  "Of course I didn't.  I never know."

      //Wait, wait.  Calm down.  I've done nothing wrong.//

      "Little one, well?"  Qui folds his arms.

      "I'm going out.  To a party.  A costume party."

      "Dressed like that?"  Ardeth motions to your exposed flesh.

      You nod slowly.

      "Where are the children?"  Ardeth questions as he and Qui approach you. 

      You stand your ground.

      "Yoda wanted to see them again.  They are spending the night with him."

      Qui grasps your chin, "You are wearing too much make-up."

      Ardeth picks up the assortment of items on your vanity.  Oils, perfumes, make-ups, brushes...

      "Where did all this come from?"

      Uh-oh.  "I bought it.  I went shopping and bought myself a few things."

      He checks the closet as Qui-Gon looks around the room.  It's as if they are searching for something.

      "All these clothing!"  Ardeth growls, "We do not have the money for this.  Have you lost your senses?!"

      "They are very much intact thank you very much."  You wrap the shawl around you and try to leave.

      Qui steps in your way, "Who are you going to the party with?"  He questions rather intrusively.

      "A friend."  You try to leave again.

      He grabs your arm, "What friend?"

      You do not answer.  Your eyes say it all.  The master straightens. 

      "You aren't going any where."  He directs.

      The door bell chimes.

      "That should be him," Ardeth growls, "I'll take care of this."

      Qui-Gon's towering stature blocks your way.  His expression dares you to move.

      "Is Chana here?"  You hear Dorjan ask.

      "No."  Ardeth snaps

      "I was suppose to pick her up."

      Qui's eyes never leave yours.  You are silent for you know it would be unwise to speak.

      "She is not here."

      "Do you know where she is?  When she'll be back?"

      "No."

      You could never hold your stare longer than Qui-Gon's.  Finally you break away.  You perse your lips with frustration.  You were so looking forward to going to the party.  You and Dorjan carefully planned your costumes-- he was the Master and you were his Slave. 

      You two even had little bits planned out to say at certain intervals.

      "Your master has left."  Ardeth enters without his robe.  His dingy white over tunic, sash and obi cling to his sweaty body. 

      You smell drying perspiration on he and the Master.  They must have come directly from their missions, you surmise.  Qui-Gon silently tosses his robe in the dirty laundry pile.

      Ticked off, you lean against the dresser as your life-mates proceed to kick off their boots. 

      "Did you ask Yoda to watch the children?"  Qui-Gon queries pulling his outer tunic over his wet stringy hair. 

      Suddenly you don't feel so cooperative.  They've just ruined a perfectly good evening for you.  They go on these missions leaving you alone with the children.  All you do is sit and wait.  And for the first time in years you're actually going out to have some fun and they took it away from you.

      "Little one I am talking to you."  The Master asserts.
     
      "No.  He offered."  you answer grudgingly getting more ticked by the moment.

      Ardeth moves you out of the way as he retrieves clean clothing from the drawer.  He stops and chuckles.

      "She's really pissed off."  Ardeth turns to Qui.

      "No shit."  you hiss.

      Ardeth's gaze levels, "Watch yourself."

      "I do not care that she is upset."  Qui bends down to you, "She will get over it."  He finishes undressing.

      Disgusted you leave the room.  You find yourself standing in the living room staring out the window at more non-descript buildings.  Why should you have to stay here?  You are not a child subject to their rules and regulations.

      You lean against the wall, your hips tilt to the side.  A taxi transport flies by. 

      //I know where the party is.  I have my own invite.  I don't need Dorjan to take me there.//

      You stand up straight.  Your shawl lays on the sofa.
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      Your mask firmly attached to your face, you sway to the music with the rest of the revelers.  You've been dancing, munching and drinking for an hour and it's been great.  The grand hotel ballroom is decorated with streamers and garish pictures.  All around you people make merry enjoying the lively ball.

      Someone taps you on your shoulder.  You whip around.  A man with salt and pepper colored hair dressed as an imperious Slave Master grins at you.

      "You made it."

      You nod barely able to hear him above the music.

      "Yes.  I got bogged down with something."

      His head gestures towards the dance floor, "You wanna dance?"

      You pull him away in response.


      A little while later, you go to the fresher.  Once inside you check your hair and make-up.  Not tip-top but it will do.  The last of the ladies of various species and races mill out of the bathroom.  You close your eyes and work the kinks out of your neck.  It has been a long time since you've partied.  You're a tad bit out of practice.  When you open your eyes again, Qui-Gon is standing before you.  He is furious.

      Without a word, he grabs you by the arm and yanks you out the refresher.  Ardeth waits outside and accompanies you and the master as he drags you toward the door.

      "Wait what are you--," Dorjan rushes to you and then stops when he sees your life-mates.

      The two jedi give him a look daring him to speak.  Ardeth takes hold another arm and proceeds to help Qui-Gon yank you out the party. 

You walk into the family home upon your own volition--with two very agitated Jedi behind you.  You noticed that they were not even fully dressed when they came and got you.  Qui wears just his inner tunic and a pair of trousers, Ardeth wears an old t-shirt and a pair of pants with his boots.

      "Lock."  Qui barks.  His palm waves at the lock undoubtedly altering the sensors so you can not leave.

      "What in the hell is your problem!"  You yell ready to jump to it.

      "You!"  Ardeth snaps back.

      "So this is the man you are seeing behind our back."  Qui- Gon's face is carved with acid hatred.  "We go away, you sneak off."

      "That is not true."

      "Then what is the truth?!"  He barks.  "That you can not be trusted?"

      "I have done nothing wrong!" 

      "Does he come in here and touch you?"

      "No."

      "Does he??"  Qui grabs your arm and sniffs your hair.  He searches your exposed skin.

      "Stop!"  You yank away from him.

      "He is not to go near my children, come in my home or touch you!" 

      Ardeth rips the cameo necklace off your neck, "Why did you keep his little gift?"

      It flies across the room. 

      "We were gone for an entire month.  Now you dress like a whore, he buys you gifts, you sneak to see him..."

Enraged he grabs your hair, "ARE YOU FUCKING HIM!!"

      "NO!"  You struggle to get free.

      He shoves you to the floor.  You land with a thud. 

      "Force."  Ardeth stares at his quivering hands.  He is flushed, so is the Master.

      You sob on the floor.  Looking confused, Qui-Gon yanks you up and into the master bed room refresher.  Hurriedly he undresses you and turns on the refresher!  Cold water hits your skin, it soon becomes warm. 

      Your face is met with a soapy cloth where the Master proceeds to scrub all the make-up off your face.  Naked, Ardeth gets in and dunks your hair with shampoo, cleaning all the hair spray and gels out of your tresses. 

      You are ceremoniously placed under the faucet and drenched with water.  You're skin and scalp are red irritated.  However your emotional irritation has left in favor of fear. 

      "You want to be with him!  Is that it?"  Ardeth grabs your hair.

      "He can not have you, because you are mine."  Qui-Gon growls,    "Mine."

      He and Ardeth proceed to mark their territory by peeing on your torso and legs.  You squeal with dismay.  Once they are done they exit the refresher and proceed to tear up the bedroom. 

      The water showers over you as you slink in the corner and cry, "I don't understand."

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      Sometime later, you step into the dimly lit bed room.  It looks like a disaster area hit it.  Shredded clothing are every where.  The contents of your vanity have been swept into the trash.  Drawers are overturned and emptied.

      But no Qui and Ardeth.  Wait... you hear someone in the corner near the door.  You wrap the towel around you and see Ardeth's tear stained face staring blankly in the distance.

      You kneel beside him.

      "Is it because we are gone so often?"  He asks quietly.  "Are you looking for companionship?  Three years is a long time but I swear I'll never leave you that long again."

      Feeling like shit, you stare at the floor.  Your bottom lip quivers as a lump develops in your throat.

      "If you need someone that badly don't look for someone else...," he pauses, "I will leave the Order."

      "No."  You shake your head.

      "Yes, I'll leave.  And I will take care of my family.  Because you are all I have."

      "No, you don't have to do that."  you whimper

      "Then what will it take for you not to see him, or see any other man?"

      "Tell us and we will do it."  Qui says quietly in the door way.  His face is red and his eyes are puffy.

      "I swear upon the life of my children that I did not have relations with him.  He is just a friend, someone to talk to.  To do things with.  I get lonely when you are not here.  I have no one.  I just wanted a friend."  you look at the floor.  Tears stream from your eyes.

      "He wants you.  He is interested in you."  Qui-Gon insists.

      "I am with the men I want.  Why would I want more?  I'd rather have you with me always but not at the expense of the Order."

      Qui-Gon sinks to the floor.  His long legs nearly collides with Ardeth's.

      "Do you believe me?"  you ask softly.

      They nod.

      "When you are with us, do you think of him?"  Ardeth asks awkwardly.

      You shake your head, "Never.  I love you, I love you both so much."

      Ardeth pulls you into a breath-taking kiss.  Desperately he kisses you, longing to have a connection with you.  Qui-Gon joins him.  Your mouth is shared with theirs.

      You are pinned to the floor.  They ravish you hungrily.  You acquiesce wanting to show them how much you love them and need them.  With Ardeth in front and Qui-Gon in back, they both penetrate you.  Their hot sweaty bodies pin you in a desperate sandwich.  In and out their cocks slide, stretching you and causing you to grunt.

      They thrust sharply into you, declaring their love for you.
Wracked with overwhelming arousal, your body seizes and convulses your orgasm. 

      You primal scream echoes through the house followed by theirs.  Hot sperm pours into your womb.  The two men hold you still so that you will accept all of them unceasingly.

      Your lifemate's collapse to the floor, exhausted.  You clutch Qui-Gon's face showering him with loving kisses.

      //Master I will always love you.//

      You turn to Ardeth and kiss him deeply.

      //Beautiful one I shall be yours forever.//

      You begin to shiver as your body cools.  The three of you cup your bodies together and lay in silence. 

      "I am sorry I hurt you."  you say meekly, "I did not mean to."

      They hold you tighter.  Your bond hums from the love you send out to them.  Tomorrow you will pick up the children and break off your ties with Dorjan.  You decide his friendship is not worth destroying your bond.