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Title: The Pulse of Drums
Author: Keelywolfe
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: none
Author's e-mail: keelywolfe@aol.com
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/p/pulse_drums.html

Summary: During a treaty negotiation, the Jedi attend the Festival of Light.

Reasons for recommending: What can I say? I love first-time stories, and this one is so sensual and raw. At first it seems like it might be chan (Qui-Gon thinks of Obi-Wan as "the boy" a lot) and non-con, but that's only because Qui-Gon's point of view needs a big prod in the right direction. His epiphanies are very well done. I enjoy a limited POV story like this immensely for just that reason -- the main character may not be seeing reality for what it is, and uncovering truth from perception is half the fun.

Quote from story:

The sound of the drums seemed very loud in Qui-Gon's ears as he watched the dancers gyrate wildly to the beat. Obi-Wan paused for a moment and stripped out of his light tunic, his chest now bare as the other dancers as he rejoined them, giving himself over to the pulse of the dance.

Qui-Gon felt as if his eyes were being drawn to the young man, he couldn't seem to look elsewhere, watching Obi-Wan twist and move to the loud throbbing of the drums that seemed to be echoing in Qui-Gon's ears.

All he could hear was the pulse of the beat, could see the thin rivulets of sweat that were tracing their way down Obi-Wan's skin, which was lightly gilded from the light of the fires. Over everything he heard Obi-Wan laugh, watched as the boy tossed his head back and the long braid swung over his shoulder and slapped lightly against his back.

The drums, Qui-Gon could hear the drums and oh, that boy was beautiful. He didn't even pause at the thought, just continued to drink in the sight of him, slim and strong, eyes bright even in the dim light, muscles twisting underneath pale skin, gleaming with perspiration. Beautiful, simply beautiful.

He didn't notice when he dropped his cup, the small amount of liquid spilling out and nor did he notice Nelar surreptitiously retrieve it. All he could see was Obi-Wan, all he could hear was the drums and he dimly realized that his inner control was little more than a thread.

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