berry it’s been WEEKS and your quiani fic continues to haunt me 😭 i keep worrying about them like they’re real people what are they doing right now? are they okay?? 🥺
oh god I haven't answered your comments I'm sooooorryyyyy
here is my apology, for WIP Wednesday; the opening of the third part. (@dreaminghour psst)
(Spoilers for blank stares and empty chairs)
Dating Qui-Gon wasn’t that different from just being his… whatever, Anakin realized, after a month of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And then he had to grill himself on whether they were actually dating. Did this count? They definitely didn’t go out on actual dates. Sure, they went out to pick up food sometimes and brought it back to the house to eat and talk, but that was what they always did. Nothing really changed, other than—
Well. No. That didn’t change, either. Qui-Gon didn’t reach for him, didn’t kiss him, didn’t make any suggestion that they should. His behavior was the same as always, which in some ways said a lot about how long they’d been settling into this weirdly intimate domesticity, and in other ways said very little about what the hell was it that Qui-Gon wanted.
And Anakin had never been one for patience or subtlety. Oh, he tried, but he’d gotten sick and tired of that with the whole stupid pining thing he’d done for Obi-Wan for too long.
So when another day passed where the only physical contact between them was Qui-Gon catching his elbow while bringing in the groceries to take one of the bags off his hands, Anakin’s exasperation—not his uncertainty, his exasperation—boiled over.
“Why haven’t we had sex?”
“... I suppose there’s a few reasons why,” Qui-Gon answered after a beat, holding a reusable bag filled with zucchini, because they’d been on sale and Anakin knew how much Qui-Gon loved zucchini bread. “I’m in no hurry, for one. And I had the feeling that you weren’t, either?”
“I—” Well. Okay. Aren’t I? Anakin questioned.