ABH: Morning Wood
Author:  Sarina Argus aka Aya
Category: PWP Sammich
Rating: NC-17 (little slashy, fair warning)
Archive:   To the Temple Library and Sith Chicks only please.  Everyone else,
please ask.
Summary:  Yes, Qui-Gon snores.   How will you stop it?
Disclaimer: The boys and SW belong to Lucas.  Not mine, makin no money off
this.  Done out of love.
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You open a sleepy eye and give the warm body next to you a gentle shove.

"Qui-Gon, you're snoring again."

Nothing.  Not even a mumble.  You shove again, a little harder this time.

"Qui-Gon..."

"Gods, I thought a rancor broke through the wall."  Obi-Wan wraps his arm
around your waist and snuggles up next to you.  His breath is warm on your
neck as he hides his head from the morning sun.  "Make him stop..."

"What do you think I'm trying to do, goofy?"

You shove him again.  "Love, there are people trying to sleep here." 

His chest deep snore, loud enough to rattle the pictures off the wall, is
your only answer.  You feel bad.  They've just returned from a mission and
barely made it into bed before lapsing into exhaustion.  He never relaxes
like this on a mission and you know it's because he knows he's safe that he
lets himself rest this thoroughly.

Still, the roof is liable to cave in if this keeps up.  You turn to Obi-Wan. 
"Can't you do your fancy Jedi mojo on him?  Force move him or something?"

"Too tired... sleep now.  Make him stop..." he mumbles, pulling another
pillow over his head.

And you wonder when you were elected 'Keeper of the Master's snores.'

You shove the big man again.  "Qui, I know you're tired, but you need to roll
over."

He catches your wrist and slowly pulls you on top of him.  He's still
snoring, but now you get to enjoy the melodies with your ear pressed to his
chest.  Moving is not an option; his arms are wrapped around you and are like
lead.

"Quigs," you sigh, rocking him back and forth, "I need sleep too."  You then
notice something pressing against your belly.  You chuckle.  "Half asleep and
still horny?  Gods Quigs, what am I to do with you?"

"I have an idea." 

You giggle as Obi-Wan scoots closer until his body is pressed to Qui-Gon's
side.  One of his hands brushes your hair from your eyes then trails over
your shoulder, easing away your cotton gown.  You purr softly and lean into
his touch, rubbing softly against Qui-Gon's growing hardness. 

Obi-Wan moves closer still, drawing you into a kiss while easing the other
side of your gown off your shoulders and down to your waist.  Soon you're
straddling Qui-Gon's hips, moving across his hard length while Obi-Wan is
teasing your nipples into hard sensitive peaks. 

There's something inherently naughty about this scene, something that brings
out the wicked padawan in Obi-Wan.  He's easing out of his own sleep pants
and stroking his length while kissing every inch of your exposed skin.  You
begin to moan softly and he presses wet fingers against your lips.

"Shh, you'll wake him," he whispers, smiling slyly.  It's then that you
notice Qui-Gon is still snoring, though his shaft is now hard and pressing
against the soft cloth of his sleep pants.  You smile in return.  If the
bombad Jedi Master wants to sleep through the fun, let him.  His loss.

Slowly you move off of your perch and into Obi-Wan's arms, giving gentle,
playful kisses in return.  Soon you're under him, arms around his neck at
first then running slowly across his biceps, to his ribs and waist, then
curling your fingers around his hips. 

"I want you in me," you whisper as he's nuzzling your neck.

"Patience, love," he answers, darting in to kiss your parted lips, then
leisurely tracing the outline of your mouth with his tongue.

"It's been 3 weeks Obi, I'm done being patient."  To emphasize your meaning,
you sink your nails into his muscled backside.  He chuckles softly, then
growls into your hair.  "Claws, kitten?"

"I want you," you whisper, feeling him move between your legs.  "Need you
now."  You claw him again as he sinks into your warmth.

You move in rhythm, breath harsh and ragged, whispers and moans adding to the
creaking of the bed that breaks the morning silence.  Your hands roam the
sweat slick skin, leaving red marks across Obi-Wan's smooth back. 

"Gods..." he gasps into your neck as you feel a large warm hand meet yours. 
You glance over with glassy eyes and meet Qui-Gon's hooded gaze.  He guides
your hand to his, wrapped around his shaft.  Together, you stroked his
throbbing length, moving him closer until his body is pressed against you and
your other lover.

You're all moving as one, your hand and Obi-Wan's stroking Qui-Gon, Qui-Gon
thrusting against your hip, Obi-Wan thrusting into you.  You feel your climax
wash over you and scream to the heavens as you are filled, covered, swept
away by these two beautiful men.  Gently you are pulled against Qui-Gon's
chest and ease into a languorous slumber...

And several moments later you shove the other warm body snoring next to you. 

"Obi..."