Title:  Reunion
Author: Sarina Argus aka Aya
Rating:  NC-17
Pairing: Q/f
Summary:  Part of the AU Skin Trade Universe (no bonfires here)  Qui-Gon
returns from a mission, etc...
Archive: Yes please
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Qui-Gon walked directly into his lover's embrace, covering her mouth with his
in a possessive kiss.  "Gods, Lil, it's good to be home."

"Is it?  Home, I mean?" she answered, teasing him slightly.

"Anywhere you are is home to me."  He kissed her again, a bit softer this
time, letting her vanilla perfume fill his senses.

"Come, love," she said, pulling away slowly.  "Our evening meal awaits."

"I have what I want here now, in my arms."

"Patience, Jinn," she teased, taking his hand in hers.  "Just a little
longer."

They entered their chambers quietly, Lilith lounging carelessly on one of the
large divans, Qui-Gon removing his cloak.  When she took the garment from
him, he grinned slightly.  "It seems we've done this before..."

Lilith purred, "I seem to remember a certain man hardly being able to contain
himself..." she slowly undid the strings to her caftan and slid the silk off
her body, exposing glimpses of satin skin.

Qui-Gon exhaled hard.  "Can you blame me?  A stoic Jedi master, being enticed
by one of the most infamous of skin traders, and by far the most desirable."

"You flatter me Jinn.  You were hardly this kind before."

"You nearly unmanned me then," he said plainly.  "I needed to keep some
semblance of control."

"Control?"  She smiled then, her interest piqued.  "And now, do you believe
you can keep said control?"

Qui-Gon smiled wickedly.  "Perhaps you would like to find out?"

Lilith raised an eyebrow then, meeting his challenge.  "Strip."

Qui-Gon schooled his expression, then unfastened the thick leather belt. He
began to unwrap the cloth obi, his eyes never leaving hers.  She smiled as
his tunics fell open loosely giving her a brief flash of tan skin.

Letting the tunics hang off his body, he knelt slowly, unbuckling one boot
then the other, then standing slowly and kicking them off and to the side. 
She licked her lips as he pulled off the first tunic and stola, then the
second, standing only in his leggings.

"That's a new bruise, Jinn," she noted, surveying his body carefully before
directing her gaze back to the fading purple mark below his left nipple.

"It was much worse before."  He ran his fingers over the mark gingerly, then
drew them across his chest before catching the drawstring of his leggings. 
Undoing the knot, he pushed the dark fabric over his hips along with the
linen drawers he wore.  Stepping out of the garment, he stood before her nude
in the fading afternoon sunlight.  His shaft was hard and jutted proudly away
from his body.  He smiled at her then.  "Well?"

She stood slowly, drinking in the lines of this ruggedly handsome man. 
Drawing her nails across his chest, she lightly grazed the injured flesh,
then moved up his arms, across his shoulders and around to his back. 
Reaching around his waist, she pressed her bare breasts against his back,
eliciting a shuddering breath from him. 

"Do you like that?"

"Very much..."

She moved in front of him again and met his ocean blue gaze, her lips a
hairsbreadth from his.  Pressing her hand against his chest, she slid it
along his belly, weaving through the soft curls and captured his shaft in her
fingertips.  He groaned in spite of himself.

"Qui-Gon?"

"Gods..." he sighed, his breath hot and moist against her lips.

She began to stroke him then, circling his shaft, teasing his length with
slow, deliberate movements.  "Don't move, Jedi, or I'll stop," she whispered.
"Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," came the shuddered reply.

She leaned in a bit closer then and flicked his lips with the tip of her
tongue, tracing them lightly.  Cradling his sac in her other hand, she
massaged him gently, never breaking her rhythm on his cock.  She smiled again
as he closed his eyes and let out another moan.

"Lilith, please..."

"Very good, Jedi," she purred again, her voice like warm velvet to his
senses.  "Would you like more?"

"Yes. Gods, Lil, yes..."

"Who?" she asked, stilling her hands, her breasts now barely brushing his
chest. 

The heat of her skin was a drug; it was all he could do to keep from taking
her there and ravishing her on the soft carpet.  He opened his eyes and saw
the same possessiveness in her eyes that he felt for her. 

Drawing another shaky breath, he replied, "Please, my mistress..."

"Very good," she smiled again, then brushed her lips against his.  Resuming
her movements, she stroked his shaft with expert fingers, knowing where and
how to touch him, how to take him to the brink and leave him there, wanting. 
She speeded her hands, not enough to bring him to release, but enough to
stimulate his entire body.  His skin was on fire, the sweat beading lightly
on his upper lip, his chest and forehead.  Every muscle in his body was drawn
taut, waiting, wanting...  It was an experiment in the most exquisite
torture.  His eyelids fluttered closed.

"Look at me, Qui-Gon."

His jaw fell slack as he gazed into her azure blue eyes.

"I want to see your pleasure.  Hear it..."

He groaned as her breath warmed his lips, his mouth.

"Come for me, my Qui-Gon..."

He shuddered and shouted, his whole body seemingly turning out into her
constantly moving hands with his climax, pouring himself into her hands, onto
her belly, spilling on the dark carpet below him.  He struggled to keep his
eyes open, barely focusing on hers, moaning loudly against her cheeks,
wanting to crush his mouth to hers.

His whole body sank slowly and she guided him to the floor, kneeling with him
as he regained his bearings.  She kissed him then, soft and lovingly.  He
responded in kind, his body once again reacting to her touch.

"Did you enjoy that, love?"

He smiled weakly, brushing shaking fingers against her cheek.  "Very much."

"You are so beautiful, my Qui-Gon..."

"You complete me, love."

She kissed him once more, then stood slowly.  "Come, Jinn. The baths are warm
and very relaxing."

Standing on shaky legs, he took her hand again.  "Join me?"

"As my master wishes..."
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Dinner had grown cold by the time they left the baths, not that they noticed.
She curled into his embrace and kissed him again, then pulled away slightly
bemused.

"You're warm, love," she said, pressing her cheek to his forehead.

"I thought you preferred me warm," he teased.

She smiled and pressed her lips against his.  "Jinn..."

"It was a long journey, Lil.  I'm just a bit fatigued."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course.  I'll be fine after a good night's rest."

"Ah."  She sighed dramatically and moved to the opposite side of their bed. 
"Very well, then."

"What are you doing?" Qui-Gon asked, rolling onto his side to watch her with
and amused gaze.

"You said you needed your rest," she answered, snuggling into the blankets. 
"After all, at your age..."

"My age?"  he growled.  At her slight smile, he moved swiftly across the
sheets and caught her in his arms.  "Now what were you saying about my age?"

She drawled wickedly.  "I was saying I shouldn't tax you too much, oh
venerable Jedi master..."

He growled and moved to pull her on top of him.  "I am not Yodaaaaa..." They
rolled off the cushion and landed in a silken heap on the side of the bed.

"You were saying?" she laughed, giggling into his chest. 

"I was saying that you, mistress, have been remiss in your duties..."

"My duties?" she said, echoing his mock stern tone.  "I have no duties to
you."  Rolling of him, she crawled across the floor, dragging the sheets with
her.  Qui-Gon pursued her, crawling across the carpet as she scrambled onto
the bed.  He peered over the edge and was swatted with one of the white
fluffy pillows. 

"That was definitely not how you apologize to your master, Lilith," he said,
sitting up and deflecting another pillow swat.

"My master?" she drawled swinging again, this time hitting her mark.  He
grabbed at the pillow, then at her wrist and pulled her across the bed,
rolling her underneath him again. 

"You were saying, love?" he asked, grinning widely.

She purred, "I was saying that I have been remiss, my master."  She brushed
her legs against his in a sensuous caress as her eyes belied her passion. 
"And I deserve to be punished..."

"You have," he agreed solemnly, then lowered his head so his lips barely
brushed hers.  Slowly he traced the outline of her lips with his tongue,
flicking them gently, then brushing his beard across them.

"You will not move until I give you leave, do you understand?"

She nodded slowly.  "As my master wishes."

"Close your eyes."

After she complied, he brushed his fingertips over her face, across her
cheek, along her jaw line and down her neck, following with his lips and
tongue.  He gently stripped the white linen from her body, pressing warm wet
kisses to her perfumed skin as she purred her contentment.  He straddled her
body and inhaled her fragrance, burying his face in her silver hair,
breathing in the heat from her shoulders, from the valley between her
breasts.  Her breath caught as he licked her nipples, one then the other,
laving each one with wet strokes before brushing his lips across the rosy
buds.

"Qui-Gon," she whispered, "I want to touch you."

"Not yet, love," he breathed, kissing her deeply.  "Let me love you.  It's
been too long."

She sighed again and acquiesced.  Brushing another kiss against her
slightly-parted lips, he resumed his explorations.

His hand was large but gentle across the smoothness of her stomach as he
moved across the warm flesh with long practiced strokes.  Moving his body to
one side, he slid his fingers between her legs, pleased at the warmth and
wetness he found. Her breathing began to quicken.

"Do you know how many times I dreamt of you, love?" he whispered, stroking
her lightly.  "How many times I had to take myself between my hands and give
myself release, all the while thinking of you, breathing your name like some
sort of mantra..." 

His speeded his strokes slightly, using his other hand to trace the lines of
her body. She was so wet, so hot.  He wanted to plunge into her then and
there...

"Did you dream of me, love?  Think of me doing this to you, touching you like
a finely tuned instrument, making you sing in pleasure?"  He shifted lower,
his breath stirring the soft curls that tangled in his bedewed fingers.

She moaned softly in reply, unconsciously arching into his hand.  He pulled
away slowly and smiled at her soft protest.

"Patience mistress.  Let me..."  he purred as he tasted her.

"Qui-Gon!" she screamed, clutching at the rumpled bedding.  His tongue was
driving her mad, bringing her to her climax more quickly than she expected. 
The room grew heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, the cool breeze blowing
through the chambers as he took her in the moonlight. 

Her cries and moans, the scent and taste of her, assailed him in a flurry of
need. Moving again, he trailed burning kisses across the soft flesh of her
thighs, then back to her center.  He straddled her again and entered her as
he claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss.  She arched against him, wrapping
her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he rode her swiftly, hard and
frantic.

"Gods, I've missed you, love," he murmured against her mouth. 

"And I you."  She wound her legs around his waist and pulled him closer,
deeper.  "Mine..." she breathed possessively.

"Yours, love.  I'll not leave you like that again."

"Promise me," her voice mirrored the urgency of her words, and for the first
time he felt her vulnerability. 

"I swear," he said forcefully as he came with her.  He filled her, feeling
her clutch at his shoulders, not wanting to let go.  He kissed her sweetly
then.  "Lilith?  Love..."

She brushed her fingertips across his cheek.  "Yours.  Now and always."

He kissed her once more, then pulled her to nestle against him.  The desert
wind cooled their bodies as they drifted into a sated slumber.
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She stretched luxuriously and smiled, her skin aglow in the warm morning
light.  "Qui-Gon," she said, pressing her lips against his chest. "Qui-Gon,
love," she said again, moving to his neck.  

Something was wrong.  She brushed her hand across his brow.  He was burning
hot to the touch.  "Qui-Gon, love..."  She shook him slightly.  He didn't
stir.

"This is not amusing, Jinn..."  She shook him again.  Nothing

She shook him again and again, saying his name over and over, her desperation
growing.

Kala and Rez burst into her rooms, Kala attending to her panicked and
screaming mistress, Rez to his unconscious master.  Seeing Semaj in the
doorway, he yelled, "Contact Knight Kenobi.  Tell him it is urgent."

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