Lost in Translation by Helen

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Title: Lost in Translation
Author: Helen
Rating: R
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: none
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: heleninhell@juno.com, helenish
Link to story: Lost in Translation

Reasons for recommending: This may not be the world's greatest literary masterpiece, but damn it, it's entertaining as hell.
I like this story mainly because it's one of the few PleasureSlave!Qui stories out there, and of course because it takes the pleasure slave concept out for such a lovely and funny spin. Summarising: Qui-Gon gets brainwashed into believing that he's Obi-Wan's pleasure slave. Hilarity ensues.
The story is by turns hot, witty, outright funny, cute and romantic. It makes me smile, laugh, sigh and get hot and bothered in turns, and sometimes all of it in one scene. It's gentle comedy and sublte romance. It's an old concept done in an interesting way. It's one of the stories I can re-read often and still like as much as I did the first time around.
Sadly, as far as I know, this is the only TPM story Helen has written. I would like to be proven wrong, though.

Quote from story: "Would you like me to make breakfast?"

"You can do that?"

"A pleasure slave shall be well versed in the niceties of domestic duty, so as to provide a tranquil setting in which his master may better enjoy his talents." He took a breath, obviously ready to go on, and Obi-Wan said,

"Breakfast: why don't you go make breakfast?"

He wasn't entirely certain what to expect, since Qui-Gon was really more of a "here's a bag of oats, what do you mean all the milk's gone sour?" sort of person; Obi-Wan usually did the cooking, such as it was. He half expected Qui-Gon to present him with a ration bar cut into tasteful pieces and insist on feeding it to him, but Qui-Gon, in a half an hour, produced a group of risen sweet biscuits, fruit salad, tea and juice. Then he sat down and watched Obi-Wan eat.

"You can eat," Obi-Wan said. "These are really good," he added, waving a biscuit vaguely in Qui-Gon's direction. Qui-Gon took a biscuit and sat down on the couch next to Obi-Wan, tucking his feet neatly underneath him.

"Can I rub your feet?" he said, through a mouthful of biscuit.

"Let's not get carried away," Obi-Wan said, and Qui-Gon nodded, finished the biscuit, produced Obi-Wan's datapad from somewhere behind him and then slouched bonelessly down next to Obi-Wan, nuzzling into his side.

Comments

[darthfox.livejournal.com]

helenish.

[raina-at.livejournal.com]

thank you :-)

[thalia]

Oh, god, I love this story. I don't know how many times I've read it, but it still makes me smile.

It was possible to alter perception, but not basic nature, which explained the reason that Obi-Wan, instead of having a intractable, insubordinate Master, now had an intractable, insubordinate pleasure slave.

[raina-at.livejournal.com]

My absoultely favourite line *g*

[coconutswirl.livejournal.com]

Ah, the fic that launched a new fandom for me. For the LONGEST time I had seen TPM fic floating around and people going gaga over Qui/Obi, but I resisted until someone recc'd this fic .. Ahh, good times.

[raina-at.livejournal.com]

Ah, good times, yes.

[shiun.livejournal.com]

*bounces* I loved that one, I loved that one! *g* You know, it's funny, I read this community and wonder "Why does no one rec this or that fic that I love so much", and than you rec them all. *g* *goes of to read fic again*