qui/obi ficlet for kyuuketsukirui's birthday, one day late

this is like as many birthday ficlets as i usually write in a year this week.  i guess you guys caught me feeling productive.

qui-gon/obi-wan (star wars), nc-17, about 2800 words.  au. spoils episode iii.  ( partner katas )

sga fic-devouring habits of the people who live in our flat

since OD'ing on stargate: atlantis when we marathon-watched the first season a few weeks ago, wax and i have both been reading it kind of, um, madly.  and the thing is that i like to post my recs in batches, so i've been waiting until i was "done" with reading in sga fandom before i posted this one.  but i'm realising now that that really isn't going to work with the pretty-much-constant way i've been reading it. 

and now i have a set of sixty-eight recs and, well, that's really a lot.  (for instance, more than the total number of highlander fics i even read on my last giant one-fandom reading kick.)  (a lot of it is small ficlets, so that's not quite as crazy as it seems.  but almost! it's almost that crazy!  it's still very crazy.  and it's not like, oh, due south or harry potter where i have eighty-something recs, because i've only been reading it for--three weeks, maybe?)

maybe i should um. break it up into smaller bits.  but it seems silly to upload less than i have.  anyone? bueller?

in other news, pretty much all we talk about in this house anymore is david hewlett.  well, i mean, that's not ALL--we also talk about sheppard, and mckay, and sheppard/mckay, and various plot bits in sga.  and there are detours to admire the kitties.  but mostly, we're the 24-hour david hewlett channel. 

"i think i'm going to go home now and think about hewlett's thighs," wax said as we were just leaving shiroi_chi's.

"we could save time and think about them on the way," i pointed out.

"oh yes!" she said, "think about them on the way..." 

and there was discussion over dinner--out in public, people--of how we envision the little pink hearts which hovered near us as we discussed rodney's probable dialogue in a the, uh, exsanguination* scene in the second story we're planning.


*this is totally my story while the other one is hers, but as you can see, wax has already had a large influence on it.  when we were walking the dog the other day, a little old man gave us very strange looks upon overhearing:

wax_jism:  a bleeding abdominal wound!
me:  no!  eww!
wax: what! why not?
me:  that is so you! 
wax:  oh, and you know what?  rodney has to stitch it up!
me:  no!  just--no!