ohmygoodness that new piece with obi-wan accidentally creating a soul bond with qui-gon is so good! can we get the next scene where they deal with what happened in the council chambers?
Watching Obi-Wan for a long moment, Qui-Gon finally sighed. “I know I messed up Obi-Wan, but not speaking to me is not going to help anything.” He offered quietly.
The fresh knight, and how could he not become a knight when he had slayed a Sith, stopped what he was doing in the kitchen to finally stare at him. “…I’m waiting.” He finally said before returning to the thing out of Qui-Gon’s view.
Watching the other a few more moments, Qui-Gon sighed. “If I’m going to apologize, I’m going to do it to your face. Not while you’re hiding out in the kitchen and thinking I won’t really mean it.” He rumbled deeply.
That got Obi-Wan to drop what sounded like a small knife onto the board, reaching for a kitchen towel and clean his hands slowly. “…So if I come over there and sit down on the couch, you’ll start talking?” He murmured quietly.
“Yes.” Qui-Gon rumbled, watching the other and feeling the uncertainty pulse through their soulbond.
But slowly Obi-Wan did walk away from what he was doing towards Qui-Gon, sitting down on the furthest end from the older man.
He wasn’t scowling, wasn’t glaring but he was anxiously gnawing on his bottom lip which made the pink flesh go swollen and plump.
Reaching out Qui-Gon settled his thumb below the others bottom lip and pulled it away from his teeth. “… Stop that.” He smiled gently before reaching down and taking the others hands, stroking the pale callused hands. “And I apologize for what I did. I acted with haste and without care and opened up a painful chasm between us. I wanted to make the council listen to me but in my, I admit egocentric rush, I instead hurt someone that is precious to me.” He slowly let go off one hand and cupped Obi-Wan’s face with his hand, stroking his cheek. “You, my very clever once pupil and now my soulbonded, and I can only hope that you see that I am genuine in my repentance.” He whispered.
And there Obi-Wan went back to nibbling on his lower lip but only for a few moments before he sighed quietly and squeezed Qui-Gon’s hand as he leaned into the one on his cheek. “I won’t say I’m not upset and you’re going to have to earn your forgiveness but… I believe you weren’t intentionally trying to be cruel.” He half smiled. “And you rushing in when it comes to the council isn’t exactly new.” He added.
Qui-Gon winced at that.
Obi-Wan settled his free hand on Qui-Gon’s knee. “Just please, no more using me as a pawn between the council and you. No more just throwing me aside in an attempt to get one up on them. No more just discarding my thoughts and emotions Qui-Gon. We’re tied together for life now and I want this to be…” He let his words trail off.
“Healthy?” Qui-Gon added softly, smiling when Obi-Wan gave a slow nod. “I want that too, I want this to work out and not be a constant state of agitation and pain. I can’t promise to change my behavior on the drop but… I will be more conscious of you, that I can promise.” He leaned in slowly and pressed their foreheads together. “Forgive this foolish old man this time?” He whispered.
Slowly, like the sun peeking out behind a rain cloud, Obi-Wan smiled and pressed back gently. “Forgiven Qui-Gon.” He whispered back.
Force, this touch felt more intimate then any kiss or sexual encounter Qui-Gon had ever had and he nuzzled their noses together slowly.