Jealousy!

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!

Archives: Temple Archives by Eiluned, A Place of Our Legacy,
Sith-Chicks, QJEB, Forbidden Tales...did I miss anybody?  Send me a
quick reminder and I'll say yes!

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.  Hey george you wanna trade?  Me making no money nor trying
to still licensing privileges.  I'm grateful I found them <thud!>

Summary: Trouble in paradise.  Qui has a problem with another man
touching you, unfortunately that other man is Ardeth.  Ardeth is
interested in another woman and that doesn't sit too well with you.
Can your relationship last through this?

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   

Jealousy!


      A sigh.  A furtive chuckle.  Silence.

      We must think of new positions, Ardeth chuckles.

      I'm not that strong anymore, Chana giggles.

      You don't need strength only endurance.

      The midi-chlorians deep within the Master's cells commune with the
Force.  They in turn speak to him giving him his exquisite connection
to the Living Force. 

      His extraordinary ability to sense the Force in things beyond
himself enables Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn to have fine mastery of the
Living Force.  It speaks to him constantly.  And most of the time he
listens--especially when improper feelings don't get in the way.  As
they do now.

      Qui-Gon opens eyes and exhales loudly.  Knowing that in this state
of agitation proper meditation was not possible, he stands up and goes
inside.  Not minding the granules of sand which cling to his hair and
body, he strolls through the dining room and into the hallway closing
the patio door behind him.

      Chana and Ardeth openly exchange their love through their bond.  A
bond which he shares.  But damned if it wasn't pissing him off.  Qui
quietly observed the mother of his child laying in Ardeth's arms as he
brushed her long sable hair.  In between strokes he'd kiss her and
she'd gaze into his eyes.

      Hostility balled up in his gut as Ardeth's hand stroked Chana's
swollen belly.  She giggled, nuzzling his neck.  Qui clenched his
teeth and headed for the refresher.

      "Whoa!" You yelp.

      Ardeth jerks feeling the jolt of energy surging through their bond.

      "What was that?"  you ask stroking his beard.

      He looks in the direction of the bedroom and frowns. 

      "I don't know."  

      You're not exactly sure if he is telling the truth.  You turn your
head.  You see nothing.  However you do hear the refresher turn on.

_____________________________



      "Ahhh." A bearded man dressed in shimmering robes and lots of
jewelry croons as more food is brought into the main dining hall. 

      He like the other guests sit on dense cushions that line the
perimeter of a square.  Tables which are perfectly leveled for eating
on the floor line the perimeter while the center is empty save for a
finely designed floor. 

      In the middle of the square, various dancers both men and women
entertain any and all who look on.  The aromatic foods combined with
the guests smoking makes this place rather  sickening.  You study the
half eaten food on your plate just as Qui-Gon rubs your swollen belly
for the umteenth time tonight. 

      "No.  I have not decided what to name him."   The usually modest
Jedi Master intones to an equally immodest male guest.

      On the other side of you Ardeth stops his conversation with a lady
friend to catch a glimpse of Qui's hand on your stomach.  Mahogany
eyes study you then return back to his conversation. 

      "Master Jinn!"  A round man with a thick neck and a wispy mustache
squats behind you.  He slaps Qui's back, "You old sith you.  A male
child and during your Scion Ceremony no less!"

      //I think I'm gonna be sick.// You grimace. //I haven't seen this
much bravado since I was in the barracks.//

      Your attention shifts to Ardeth.  The loud music precludes you from
hearing his hushed conversation.  Wearing a traditional Republic
outfit, the lady draped in a long red dress looked quite becoming.
Her head recessed in the back of her hood obstructs your view of her
face.  Either way, she and Ardeth were becoming way too friendly.

      Qui's large hand strokes then cups your belly.  He laughs, nodding
to a speaker behind him.  Ardeth suddenly gets up and leaves. 

      "Wine?"  A servant offers.

      "No thank you."  Shaking your head, you look to the other side of
you, Ardeth's speaking companion is gone.

      A crowd has gathered around the Master.

      "Gentlemen, I always hit my mark."  He asserts confidently.

      They guffaw nodding their heads and trading sly glances.  You wonder
where Ardeth is.  Lately he hasn't been himself.  Distant and cool is
how you would describe his behavior.  Of course that is apart of his
normal personality...to strangers, not you!

      With a little effort and Qui's shoulder, you manage to stand. 

      //Would it kill these people to use chairs?// You gripe moving
through the crowds and exit the hall.

      Party-goers wander about the grounds.  Some watch the fireworks
display in the night sky while others talk.  Through your bond, you
reach out to Ardeth.  He does not answer but the line is still open
and you are able to find him. 

      Ardeth's tall physique leans against a tree.  In the gentle night
breeze his Jedi robe flows behind him.  A woman in a red flowing dress
approaches him slowly.  She lowers her hood, exposing shiny teal
colored hair.

      //A Kryminian.// Your jaw tenses.

      She reaches into his robe and grasps something.  He stops her.  They
both smile.  Your legs move before you know it.

      "Ardeth."  Your eyes never leave her.

      "Yes."  His eyes never leave her.

      "Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friend?"

      Her teal colored eyes regard you with amusement.

      "Chana this is Jill."  His voice is different.  The tone, there is
something different about it.

      Jill nods pleasantly in your direction.  Her eyes return to Ardeth.
Your son moves around in your stomach.  Instinctively you rub your
belly.

      "She's new here."  Ardeth continues showing a mouth full of perfect
teeth.  "Aren't you?"

      "Yes."  

      They chuckle as if some private joke was just exchanged.  Gods' if
you didn't know any better, you'd think this son-of- a...was flirting.


      You pause.

      //He is flirting!// Your mind projects to Ardeth, //It is time for
us to go.//

      Their eyes lock.  

      "Ardeth.  Aren't you coming inside?"

      "Qui-Gon is calling you."

      "I can't hear--"

      //Little one, come.// The Master calls.

      You ignore him.

      "I was born in the Sa'ered."  Ardeth says smoothly, "Though at one
time my parents did reside here in the Pa'ered."

      "Ardeth?"  You say tensing your jaw. 

      He turns to you slowly.  "Qui-Gon is calling you."  In his eyes you
see annoyance.

      //Chana!// The Master's annoyance hits you in waves causing your son
to shift inside of you.

      Your son's emotions shift and turn.  They well up in you and whisper
"Daddy,".  His emotions linger in the Force. 

      "Is it safe to assume you will be coming home tonight?"  You retort.


      Jill cocks her head in disbelief.  Knowing it is unwise to keep
Qui-Gon waiting you leave Ardeth and Jill.


      "Four fucking hours ago!"  You snarl staring out the window.
Scanning the night horizon, you see nothing.  "The party ended four
fucking hours ago and where the hell is he?"

      When you broached the subject of the missing third in your bond, Qui
just shrugged and went to bed.

      Sand whips up around the house blocking the view.  The whine of
engines tells you a transport is responsible.  A door slams.  You lean
against the wall as the front door opens.

      "Enjoy yourself?"  You ask Ardeth as he shakes sand on to your
vacuumed floor.

      "Lights."  He barks.  "What are you doing up?"

      "Waiting for you.  Where the hell were you?"

      "Out."  The Jedi knight tosses his robe on the sofa.

      "With Jill?"  You mock her voice.

      "Don't start."

      You pick up his robe and sniff it while following him into the
kitchen.   A hint of perfume and a long strand of teal hair linger on
the deep brown fabric.

      "Grooming the bitch?"  You hold the strand in front of you.

      Ardeth gulps down his water and casts you a dispraising glance.

      "You were with her." 

      He stops and faces you, "I'm going to take a shower and then I'm
going to bed.  You can talk all you want but I'm not going to be a
part of this conversation."

      Ardeth leaves you standing in the dark kitchen holding his robe.

A dark room and a quiet breath beside you tells that the Master
sleeps.  You turn your head and see that the spot next to you is
empty.  Careful not to wake Qui, you slip out the room.  You nervously
rub your stomach.  The boy growing in you is strong with the Force.
You can tell for he saps most of your energy.  But for now he sleeps.


      Ardeth sits in the middle of the living room floor meditating.  He's
been doing this more than usual.  The outdoor shades are open exposing
the Sa'ered at dawn. 

      "Hey," You whisper tapping him on the shoulder.

      His eyes open slowly.  They are alert as if he has been up for some
time.

      "Couldn't sleep?"  You say.

      "No."  He answers curtly.

      On your hands and knees, you crawl to him and plant a kiss on his
lips.

      "You'll catch cold."  He says with a gentle smile.  His hands smooth
your naked flesh.

      "Won't you keep me warm?"

      Ardeth draws you into his arms and lays down.  You lay atop him with
your head in the crook of his neck.  There you both lay in silence.
He was always so good at this.  You hold him tight and close your
eyes.

      "Chana."  The master says standing in the dimly lit room.

      You open your eyes, "Yes?"

      "Come."

      You like where you are now.  Toasty warm and comfy.

      "Little one."

      You eye the Master defiantly. 

      Ardeth sighs, "Go."

      You look at him amazed. 

      "Go ahead."

      Reluctantly you stand.

      "Go in the bedroom."  Qui-Gon directs curtly.

      Once in the bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed dumbfounded. 
________________________

      Qui and Ardeth stand in the living room, eye to eye.

      "I don't want you touching her."  The Master warns.
_________________________

      Qui enters the bedroom and shuts the door.  Before you can say a
word, he pulls you into a seering kiss...
*      *      *      *      *

      Ardeth stares out a dusty window at the sun rising over the Sa'ered.
A droid strolls behind him greeting more guests as they mill into the
inn.

      //What am I doing here?//  He sighs leaning against the wall.
//This is not me.//

      The knight closes his eyes searching the bond he shares with his
lifemates.  Breathy sighs from Chana and aggressive thoughts from
Qui-Gon echo in his head.  Yes they are making love.  Qui's
subconscious surrounds and envelopes Chana's blocking Ardeth's access
to her. 

      Ardeth shakes his head.  This is new.  //He has never been able to
do this before.  I am losing her because he is taking her from me.//

      He closes his eyes and concentrates trying once again to reach her.
     
      //Chana hear me.// 

      There is an opening.  She responds and then is blocked by Qui-Gon.

      "Ardeth?" Jill calls to him.

      //So be it.//  Ardeth blocks the connection he shares with Chana and
Qui-Gon.
______________________
     
      You clutch your robe closed.  Every ounce of your body is wet,
covered in Qui's scent and sticky with his fluids.  For the last hour
he has consumed you like a starving animal, you tremble slightly. 

      "Thirsty?"  Qui kisses the crook of your neck.

      You realize you're holding a glass full of water.  Drinking the cool
liquid, you place the container on the counter. 

      Why did he block Ardeth?  And why did Ardeth leave this morning?

      "Little one?  Little one?"

      "Hunh?"  You are shaken to the present.  Rich blue eyes study you.

      "What is it?"

      "Ardeth--"

      Qui stiffens and turns away.  The master takes your glass and goes
to the refrigerator and pours himself a glass of icewater.  Throat
muscles work the liquid into his system.  Fine hairs cling to his
sturdy chest, thin sleep pants narrowly cling to his hips.  In the
work of art that is this man, something is missing.

      "Qui something's going on."

      "Nothing is going on, everything is fine."  He contends slamming the
refrigerator door.

      "He has been gone every night this week and the last three mornings.
Don't you care?"

      "This is his problem not ours." 

      "What problem?"

      Qui grabs your hand pulls you out of the kitchen. 

      "No!"  You yank away from him, "What is going on between you two?
His behavior is so strange.  It's almost as if he--he's jealous."

      Qui places his hands on his hips.  "So."

      "Why would he be?"  You search his cold expression for answers and
then you feel your answer within you.  The tiny flutter from your son.
Qui's son.  And Ardeth's....

      "You've been rubbing it in, haven't you?"
________________________

      Ardeth removes his hood as he stands stiffly in front of Jill's
table.  Her teal eyes and hair and alabaster skin are a breath taking
combination.

      "I was afraid you wouldn't make it. Please, sit down."

      Ardeth obliges.  Silent, he peers at Jill unsure of what to say.

      "You are different from your friend.  Not as boastful."  Her soft
feminine voice reminds him of a lullaby.

      "Would you like something to drink?"  A waitress appears next to
him.

      "No."  Ardeth answers without looking at her.

      "Have you ever been to Kryminia?"  Jill asks settling back in her
chair.  Her teal hair flows over her shoulder in soft waves.

      "Yes, several times."

      "A triune bond would never be allowed.  We believe often the best in
the relationship is overlooked by the most vocal."  Her lips curved
into a smile.  "Let's talk."

-----------------------

      Clouds pass over head masking the afternoon sun.  The air cools.  You lean
against a stone wall.  Your unborn son, Qui's child, dominates your delicate
connection to the Force.  He is the predominate feature of your three way bond
causing your ability to feel Ardeth weaken. 

      You stretch out your feelings and speak to the Force.  Your son stirs.  He
wriggles around causing your stomach to feel like it's full of butterflies. 

      //Find him.  Call to him.//  You instruct your boy.

      He complies.
____________________


      "What's wrong?"

      Ardeth frowns.  Just for a second.  He heard a tiny voice call to him.  Who
was it?  The baby.

      "Nothing."  He smiled.

      Jill strokes his hand and smiles.

      "You were saying?"  She prompts.

      "I have been thinking about it but a part of me will not let me do it.  We
were warned but as usual we ignored it."

      "If he is your best friend and you have a history of this behavior then why
does it upset you so?"

      Ardeth grimaces and strokes his carefully trimmed beard, "This time is
different."

      "Perhaps,"  Jill caresses his hand with delicate fingers, "the best is being
over looked by the most vocal."

      Her attraction for him was written all over her face and in the feelings she
is broadcasting.
-------------------------

      You wave off an approaching waitress opting to search for your wayward
spouse yourself.  In a corner, shrouded by plants, he sits with Jill.  They
lean in close and speak.  Their gazes meet, she looks down rather coyly.

      His hand covers hers.  His smile has left his face.  His expression has
changed.  You know Ardeth better than you know yourself and you definitely
know that look he is giving her.  You know it because you've been on the
receiving end of it many times.  It's his classic "I-want-to-fuck-you" look.
Jill finally meets his gaze.  You're in front of the table before you know it.

      WHACK!

      Jill is sprawled on the floor.  Your fists are still clenched.  A trickle of
pink blood oozes out of her nose.  You stare at her still body daring her to
move. 

      "What have you done?!"  Ardeth yells.

"A woman in your condition should not let her emotions get the better
of her."  The police officer eyes you with deep brown eyes, "Master
Jinn we will let this go for now, but this had better not happen
again."  

      "I assure you it won't.  Thank you."  Qui nods.

      You both stand.  You barely notice the criminals squabbling with the
police officers around you. 

      You and he hurriedly stroll to the speeder.  His leonine expression
looks harsh in the dying sunlight.  Qui is silent the entire drive
home.

      The Master parks the speeder in front of the house.  Awkwardly you
climb out of the vehicle not bothering to wait for Qui-Gon. 

      Dashing through the house you ask, "Where is Ardeth?"  

      Qui turns his back to you and takes off his robe.  His silence is
defiance enough.
     
      Everything looks just as you left it. 

      //Did he even come home?  Is he with her?//  The thought of Ardeth
with another woman makes your blood boil. 

      "What have you been telling him?"

      "That is none of your business."

      "It is my business!  What goes on in this family is my business!"
You try to calm yourself.  "Don't you care anymore?  Don't you care
about us?"

      "I do care about us."  The master answers carefully.

      His loaded remark came through loud and clear.

      Some part of you wishes to rip his head off.  But you know not only
is that unwise, it is also not possible.  Master Jinn is a man of
great skill-- most of which is in the ability to protect himself.  He
is also a man of great compassion which he has sorely lacked as of
late.

        "Why are you behaving this way?"

      "Why do you run behind him all the time?"  He asks drily. 

      You clench your eyes and rub your head. 

      "You cater and coddle him.  Jumping whenever he raises an eyebrow
yet you barely give me the time of day.  In case you didn't notice, I
was the one who bailed you out of jail.  I am the one who truly cares
for you, for my son."

      "I thought he was our son.  Well he was when we started this whole
thing.  When did his status change?" 

      "The day you forgot who his father was."

      //So this is it.  Jealousy.  This is prepostorous.  Why should he be
jealous of Ardeth.//

      "You're destructive feelings are tearing this family apart.  I am
his wi--"

      "NO!"  Qui thunders, "YOU ARE MINE!"

      The master continues quietly, "He is a grown man quite capable of
taking care of himself."

      "So are you.  What's your point?"

      "He is sulking.  He will get over it."

      "The window you think you see is actually a mirror.  The only one
sulking in this relationship is you."

      He rolls his eyes at you and looks away. 

      "So you no longer want him in this house?  Our bed?  Our life?"

      "I never said that."

      "But that's where you're pushing him." 

      Qui-Gon sits on the sofa studying you quietly.  You notice a folded
piece of paper addressed to you on an end table.  You pick it up and
read it.  The penmanship is neat and clear.  The words break your
heart.

      "What if he breaks the bond?"  A lone tear forms in your eye and
streams down your cheek.

      "He won't."

      "You're so sure."  The paper crumples in your clenched fist.

      "I know him."

      "I know his heart.  And right now he's out there with someone else."

      The muscles in Qui-Gon's face tighten.  The master is a very
territorial man.  He can be generous to a fault except when it comes
to his lovers.

      "He's not only cheating on me, he's cheating on you."

      His eyes dart to you.  They flash black.

      "You're so smart ask yourself this, what are we going to do when we
lose him forever?"  You hiss throwing the crumpled note at him.  Qui
does not flinch.

_________________________________

      Inside Jill's room, Jill and Ardeth kiss feverishly.  Their hands
roam freely over their bodies.

      "Ow."  She winces touching her sore nose.

      "I'm sorry."  Ardeth shakes his head, "Please let me."

      Reluctantly, Jill agrees.  Placing his hand to her nose, the Knight
heals her broken nose.  He carefully peels away the bandage over her
nose.  Ardeth beckons her to examine his work.  She wiggles it and
then flares her nostrils.

      "Thank you."

      "It is the least I can do."

      She smiles coyly and kisses him again.  Their bodies naturally lay
back on the sofa.

      [ "Join hands."  The Healer instructs Ardeth, Chana and Qui- Gon. 
      They intertwine their fingers gazing at each other.  The healer
holds her hand over their heads.

      "Let the Living Force bind your lives together...]

      Ardeth pulls away with a start. 

      "What's wrong?"  Jill asks shocked   
     
      "I must go."  He stands up and quickly puts on his robe.
_________________


      Strands of hair cling to your wet face.  Your breath puffs out in
short bursts.  Lush foliage and colorful flowers bloom around you.
You detect the sound of running water.  Your boots are sucked in mushy
clay whilst you stop to catch your breath.  The thick air inside the
arboretum makes it difficult to breathe.  

      //It must be the pregnancy.// you wipe your head, //I've never been
this tired before.//

      No matter how tired you are, you won't stop.  You've flown all the
way to the Jedi Temple on Yavin 4 where Ardeth's note told you he'd
be.  The Contemplative Temple has greatly shaped your life.  It is
here you relationship blossomed and failed with Qui-Gon and then
blossomed with Ardeth.  Now it looks to be the place where your time
with Ardeth will end.  He is here for only one reason and you've done
your best not to think about it.  And that was no easy task on a quiet
transport with nothing to do but except worry for four hours. 

      You spot him.  He sits atop a patch of grass facing a waterfall and
a creek.  His pose is meditative, your link to him is barely open.

      "They said I would find you here."  Your voice is barely heard over
the rushing water.  His back is to you, he doesn't move.

      You kneel next to him, his eyes are closed. 

      "Ardeth?"

      The weary Knight opens his eyes slowly, "We must go they are
waiting."

      //He wants to do it.  He wants to dissolve the bond.//

      "Ardeth wait..." you whimper, "can't we talk about this?" 

      You rub your stomach.  His eyes look at your hands.  You stop.
He stands.

      "No!" you grab the hem of his robe.  "Don't.  Please."

      "Chana there is no other way."  His voice is cold, curt.  It reminds
you of when you first met.  You thought he hated you.  Perhaps he has
returned to those sentiments.

      "There is another way." you manage to stand.  "We can-- we can work
something out."

      "No."

      Your bottom lip quivers.  More tears streams down your face.

      "You lied to me."  You mumble barely holding back the flood gates.

      "What?"  His eyes narrow.  "When!  When have I lied to you?!"

      His ferocity makes you flinch.

      "The day you said it didn't matter I was carrying Qui-Gon's child."
you look down ashamed.

      "He made it an issue."  Ardeth peers at the skylight, the early
morning sun streams directly in casting a shadow behind him.

      Your boy stirs inside of you, "We can't do anything anyway, he's not
here."

      Ardeth walks away, "He does not have to be here.  The epicenter of
the bond is through you."         
_______________

      You sniffle quietly as you stand before a Jedi Master Healer.
Ardeth stands silently behind you, observing the sitting Master.  The
older gentleman with dark skin and coarse white hair looks at you
both.

      "She does not wish to break the bond.  Knight have you considered
this carefully?"  The man's raspy voice floats to your ears. 

      This is it.  You are here.  The life you had is over before it truly
began.  Barely one standard year into your bonding...

      "I have considered it and this is best."

      "You have a triune bond.  Where is the third?"

      "I don't know.  She is the epicenter."

      "Is there such rancor in this bond that nothing may bring peace?"

      A knight slowly pushes in an anti-gravity cart with an ornate golden
box atop it.  From experience you know inside are the very stones that
bound your lives together-- The Healing Crystals of Fire.  Today they
will tear it apart. 

      Waves of panic roll through you, as you think about a life without
Ardeth.  You love him so much.  More than any words can describe and
yet you have no say so in stopping this.  Tears pour out of your eyes,
a lump grows in your throat.  Your head sinks as you fold your arms.
Your unborn son shifts inside of you as the stones are uncovered.

      "Come."  The gentle knight near the cart motions to you.

      Hesitantly you move toward her and hold out your hand.  The Master
Healer closes his eyes.  You feel your connection to Ardeth die
slowly.

      "Dear gods."  You cry.  "Please. No."  You turn to Ardeth, his eyes
are closed in anguished.

      An image is brought forth in your mind.  It is a glowing circles,
dotted with three points of light.  That circle which was once your
bond begins to reshape.  You close your eyes.  The link that was
Ardeth's fades.

      You cry more profusely as the heat from the crystals warm your hand.
They glow intensely as the Master Healer quietly recites a prayer.  


      The connections you have built and shared with him wilt away.  First
the tiny ones disappear, then the larger ones such as your connection
to his mind and presence.

      The ensuing emptiness is like someone ripping your heart out of your
body.
     
      "Ardeth please."  Your voice is hoarse from tears.  Your hand
trembles as he pulls away emotionally.

      "Please stop."  A voice pleads quietly.  It is not yours.

      Everyone looks at the door way.  Qui-Gon stands there, hands inside
his sleeves.  His eyes are red.

Your nerves are shot.  You fumble with the material of your tunic and
trousers.  The door to the sitting room closes quietly.  The Master
Healer has left the three of you alone.  Qui-Gon and Ardeth stand
while you sit.  The two once stoic knights look beaten, defeated.

      "So it has come to this."  Qui-Gon frowns.  You know he does it
whenever he's uncomfortable. 

      Ardeth does not answer.  His emotions are clamped tight.

      "Are you certain this is what you want?"  Qui searches his face for
some sign of emotion. 

      You have never seen Ardeth this way, Qui-Gon must have stomped hard.


      The master approaches the knight.  Ardeth backs away.  Hurt flashes
across Qui's face.  The anger, pain and betrayal hangs like a thick
fog between them.

      Qui-Gon sighs with dismay, "I am sorry.  It was never my intent--."

      "Yes it was.  It has been your intent for some time now.  You act as
if you are running things around here.  As if my input is not
important.  Well it is!"  Ardeth growls.  "There are three of us in
this bond.  Not two!"

      "You are right."  Qui-Gon nods.

      The weakened bond you all share hums with marked distress.

      "I love her just as much as you!  And you will not," his voice
fails, "allow me to be with her because she is carrying your son."

      You tear once again. 

      What did you get yourself in to?  Why did you even agree to that
stupid Scion Ceremony which got you knocked up in the first place?

      "Qui-Gon you seem to forget that I pledged my life to that boy just
like you."  He stiffens, "But that doesn't matter.  I love Chana, I
love you.  You seem to think I am something unclean, not able to touch
her.  Not to hold her?  You?  I refuse to live like this.  You want
her for yourself.  Have her."

      Visibly shaken Qui-Gon is silent.  Ardeth looks at your pleading
expression and shakes his head.  He turns to leave.

      "Wait."  The master's voice quivers.  "Please... do not do this...."

      You bury your face in your hands.

      "Why not?"  He looks to you both over his shoulder.  His cold
demeanor holds on barely.

      "Because we need you.  I need you."  Qui nears him carefully, "If
you stay I promise to never do or say those things again.  I only ask
that you give me another chance."

      A strangled sigh escapes Ardeth's lips, he pauses.  "Why?"

      "I can not explain my actions.  They were irrational.  I have been a
jealous man my entire life and on my best days I am territorial
towards the ones I love."

      "And?"

      "And the thought of you leaving and going somewhere else will kill
me."

      You break down and sob in your hands.  When you finally look up, you
see he and Ardeth embracing.  They clutch each other tightly.

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      Warm water falls over your skin.  It has been a long day.  Actually
two days.  The day on Titan has been over with long ago and now a day
has concluded on Yavin 4.  You are tired and the last transport home
has long stopped running til tommorrow morning.  You will spend this
night.....in the Temple....with Qui-Gon....and Ardeth.

      They join you in the shower.  You all soak yourselves thoroughly.
Playfully scrubbing every inch of your bodies with thick sudsy soap.
The two men tower above you.  Still you are all on the same level. 

      You all lavish wonderful wet kisses on each other. 
____________________________  

      "Ung..ung..ung...ung..."

      Ardeth pounds into you.  You grunt clutching the sheets loving every
moment.  You scream your third climax, he continues sliding his stiff
penis in and out of you.  Qui lays underneath holding you in place.
His body shakes from Ardeth's power.  The master's thick cock smears
its cream on your lower back.

      You shriek as Ardeth groans circling his hips.  The master spreads
your thighs smearing your the wetness, massaging it on your hot flesh.
The knight begins to swear in Titanese, the bed shakes violently.
His back arches.

      "Yes..." You moan tilting your pelvis, accepting his come.  It has
been too long since you've felt him inside you. 

      He pumps into you slowly and then collapses.  He kisses you lovingly
then the master and slinks beside you on the bed.  Qui slips out from
underneath you.

      In the darkness he presses his face to yours.  Nose to nose you
kiss.  Your hands cradle his face as you mouth him hungrily.

      //I love you.// He intones

      //I love you.//  You open your mind to him completely.

      He maneuvers you on your side and slides into you.  In spite of
being wet from Ardeth, the master stretches you considerably.  His
length taps your cervix.  Your legs wrap around his thighs, you clutch
his arms to you.

      Slowly, Qui-Gon fucks you savoring every bit of you.  His steady
rhythm sets your nerves afire.  Powerful hips dig his cock deep into
you, causing you to shriek.  Your muscles clench him.  He growls in
response.  Thick and getting harder Qui speeds up. 

      Powerful and loving, the Master makes love to you.  Your hips wiggle
allowing him more friction.  Your head falls forward, your body is
totally aroused.  The bed creaks and groans.  The master's hips lurch
forward, you arch your back--his body stiffens.  He holds you tight.

      You groan as his hot seed shoots into you.  His growls turn to
whimpers as he spurts inside you.  Sated, his penis softens and slides
out of you.  You realize your eyes are closed.  You open them.

      Next to you Ardeth snores the sleep of a restful, happy man.
Qui-Gon's sound breaths speak of his contentment as well.  You too are
happy, content.  The Master Healer reforged your weakened triune bond.
Your family is whole again. 

      The Healer warned that jealousy is a concentrated poison whose only
job is to destroy and weaken.  He said the only protection from it is
communication, respect, trust and above all love. 

      "We must try our best."  You whisper and with some effort you manage
to sit up and eye your men.  Their sweet faces are peaceful.  They
love you and you love them.  You kiss them both on their cheeks.

      "Good night Little One."  Qui mumbles through closed eyes.

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