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QuiAni Omegaverse - Stained clothes

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: 07 Stained clothes Ship: Qui-Gon/Anakin Context: Omegaverse. Qui-Gon Lives. Canon setting where alpha (aurek) and omega (orenth) are very rare, Anakin finds out that he and Qui-Gon complement one another perfectly when he goes through a second puberty in his early 20s. They've been together for a few months at this point. If you want to read the (T-rated) introduction to this 'verse, check out my fic Aurek and Orenth on AO3. Words: 473

It wasn't exactly uncommon for knights to share rooms, but except for rare circumstances, Jedi Masters did not. Still, remnants of Anakin's presence lingered in Qui-Gon's rooms. There was now a bag of tools in the closet, though Anakin was forbade from leaving disassembled machinery on counters or tables. Clothes were left behind as well, dropped in the laundry and returned to Qui-Gon folded; delicate cleaning droids made no comment after all.

Which made it easier to spend the night or while away an empty afternoon in Qui-Gon's rooms instead of his own. Each time he did, another remnant was left behind.

Anakin came in silently, he left his boots by the front door, not wanting to wake Qui-Gon if he was sleeping. It wasn't a frequent occurrence, but Anakin paid close attention, he knew when the heat had started even though he hadn't been in Temple. He knew that the pills Qui-Gon took make him think more clearly, made the pheromones all but scentless, and helped prevent pregnancy. But for those few days every few months, they left Qui-Gon sleepy as well.

It had only been a few months, not even a year, but Anakin had internalized everything Qui-Gon had told him. Learning was enjoyable too; that first heat had been horrible timing but it had also been aching and perfect. Anakin knew it wasn't ever going to be that way again, but it could still be good.

But this wasn't about him.

Qui-Gon was indeed sleeping, laid on his side facing away from Anakin, so he quietly took off his outer layers and folded them on a chair. Anakin didn't want distub Qui-Gon so he just slipped in behind him, curving his body to Qui-Gon's as best he could. He smelled… like valerian flowers and something that reminded Anakin of flimsibooks, something woodsy, grassy and with a hint of vanilla.

It was muted, unlike the first time he'd smelled Qui-Gon like this, covered by something sweet, hiding something with the tang of sex. He suddenly realized the sweetness he smelled was himself, usually not noticeable, except…

Wrapped in Qui-Gon's arms, scrunched under his chin and against his nose was the old stained shirt Anakin had been wearing the last time he'd been here. The scent was faded, but unwashed; there was the spot of tomato sauce still on one sleeve.

A pleasure overcame him, reminiscent of hovering in that post-sex haze, of smelling their scents mingled, of being so wrapped up in each other that the rest of the galaxy was meaningless. He hummed, his nose buried deep in the loose locks of Qui-Gon's hair, and gently laid his arm across Qui-Gon. Sleep was close.

As he drifted off, he could feel Qui-Gon shifting in front of him, could feel him smile, and felt the gentle tug as their hands entwined.