tpm_flashback | Twilight to Knight, by Laura McEwan

Title: Twilight to Knight
Author: Laura McEwan
Rating: R
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: none
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: padawan_laura@yahoo.com,

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Link to story: Twilight to Knight
Reasons for recommending: If I recall correctly, there's been a bit of a discussion about the element that makes this story and its sequels special - namely that you can't tell who's talking, Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan, what is said in the fic could be true for either of them.
I've always liked this story, and I'm going to tell you why: One, because I like Laura's writing style, the scene she sets, and I particularely like the ending. Two, because it's a classic theme done with an interesting stylistic way. And three, because the style element Laura uses here totally works for me, in my opinion it expresses that with all the differences between human beings, some things, like loving and wanting to be loved in return, are just universal.

Quote from story: Would you be shocked, surprised, if I told you that I've purposely finished my meditations early so that I can bask in watching your meditative self, in such golden peaceful serenity, at one with the Force? You have no idea how simply beautiful you are. Gentle, graceful, calm, confident. I want to kneel before you, rest my hands on your waist, claim you, hold you, and make you mine. My complete, shameless and abandoned love for you is what defines me the most. Your presence in my life is pure, and right, and true, and without you, I will surely die.
In my dreams, waking and sleeping, I can feel your body move beneath my hands as I pull you close, delighting in the warmth and scent and very being of you, urging you to join with me. I want to see your face when - if - that happens. I want to see you love me with your eyes while I love you with my body. I will lead you to the edge of ecstasy, knowing that with every deep stroke, I am swept along with you. With every gasp and murmur, we entwine our minds and selves until we become one, climbing to the crest, until the wave of passion crashes over us and we find ourselves exhausted in each others' arms, caressing and loving with fingertips and lips, soft words and gentle kisses.