"Do you think we'd cheapen the occasion with anything but the best?" You turn your head to the right just in time for Qui-Gon to press a cold spoon to your lips. "But I think vanilla is more to your liking." You obligingly open your mouth, and the cold creamy spoonful slides onto your tongue. "It's not as bold as chocolate, perhaps. But it's appeal is more subtle...more refined."

You lean back against the large pillows and sigh quietly at this entrancing man smiling at you, seemingly ready to do just about anything to convince you to pick vanilla. Before you can utter a word, you feel gentle fingers on your chin as Obi-Wan turns your head to face him.

"But chocolate is far more stimulating to the senses," he says with that naughty grin of his as he feeds you again. He got a little carried away with the spoonful, and a little of it dribbles off your lip as you attempt to consume all that he has shoveled in your mouth. "Oops," he says with a chuckle, and he catches the renegade ice cream with his finger and runs it back up to your lips, gently pushing his finger inside your mouth. You swipe your tongue along the length of his finger and close your lips around it as you suck the ice cream from him. A noticeable red hue colors his cheeks, and you smile sweetly at him.

"Ah, but vanilla takes its time," Qui-Gon says. "It doesn't try to overwhelm you all at once." He smiles as he slips a small spoonful into your mouth. "It makes the experience last," he says raising an eyebrow to you as your insides begin to quiver.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Obi-Wan's spoon approaching. You lean back a little further and put up a hand in each of their directions. "Hold on, guys. It's really, really sweet of you to pay me a visit while I'm stuck in bed with this fever, but the two of you are going to make me very fat," you say as you pat your belly.

"My dear, that is highly unlikely," Qui-Gon says as he runs his hand over yours.

"We just thought we'd cool you off a bit...try and break that fever," Obi-Wan adds with a sly grin.

"I appreciate it, I really do," you say sincerely. "But I'm either gonna get really fat or experience severe brain freeze, whichever comes first." You reach out for each of the spoons planted in their respective ice creams and take a small scoop of each. "Here, you eat now." You easily feed Qui-Gon but have a little trouble feeding Obi-Wan with your weaker hand, and you accidentally slop a little on his nose. "Sorry," you giggle as he commandeers the spoon into his mouth.

He wipes the ice cream from his nose with the back of his hand. "You're just lucky that you're sick, or I would have to retaliate," he softly teases.

"Oh really?" you ask with a bit of a challenge in your voice.

He gently offers you another spoonful. "Yes," he says. As the ice cream touches your lips he jerks the spoon up a little to smear it along your upper lip. "But you're not that sick," he says.

"Hey," you say trying to hide a laugh.

"Oops," he whispers and then suddenly leans in to delicately suck your upper lip…just for a moment. His soft lips are startling warm against your cold lip. Your breath catches in your throat as he flicks a spot on your lip with his tongue and just as quickly leans back. "There…all cleaned up."

"You will have to forgive him, my dear," Qui-Gon says, feeding you yet another small taste of his ice cream. "He still has some things to learn about control. His precision is not always as it should be." He bends his large frame forward and places a gentle kiss on your lips. Your eyelids flutter shut as your mouth instantly heats up to him. He pulls away sooner than you'd like, and you keep your eyes shut a moment longer to savor it.

You open your eyes to find Qui-Gon looking at Obi-Wan. You turn to Obi-Wan who then turns to you with a sparkle in his eye. You always get a little excited when they obviously share a thought about you. Obi-Wan smirks and dips his spoon into the melting ice cream, and it drips lazily from the spoon when he brings it up and begins to lean toward you.

"No, no," you say. "You have to have some. I really can't eat much more."

Obi-Wan drops the spoon back into the container and breaks into that damn beautiful smile as if you've just said the magic words. You furrow your brow at him in slight confusion until he takes hold of your hand and dips your index finger into the cold, thick, chocolate soup. He raises your hand and quickly lowers his head to catch your finger with his tongue. You gasp as his tongue slowly swirls around your finger, and his eyes look up playfully at you. Then your finger disappears completely into his mouth, and he sucks slowly on it. Removing that finger from his mouth, he instantly dips another one of your fingers into the ice cream and proceeds to devour that one, too.

You are startled by biting cold on your right arm. You turn quickly to see vanilla ice cream running off the inside of your wrist, followed soon after by the warm relief of Qui-Gon's mouth. He sucks at the sensitive skin where your palm meets your arm, darting his tongue out to lap up the ice cream.

You lean back helplessly against the pillows behind you, your thoughts coming to a standstill from the hot suction on your left hand and the hungry licks and nibbles on your right arm. You watch these men watching you and simply try to remember to breathe. In tandem they each stretch an arm across your waist and rest their hands on your side. They then lean in closer to you, and you cup each of their cheeks with your hands.

"So what is your preference," Qui-Gon asks, his lips now brushing your ear, "vanilla?"

You gasp as both men simultaneously suck your earlobes. "Or chocolate?" The words roll beautifully off Obi-Wan's tongue, and he gives your lobe a little nip with his teeth.

You inhale a staggered breath as Qui-Gon runs his tongue around your ear and try to speak. "I…uh…think that…mmmh…." Your words are cut off as Obi-Wan deliciously kisses that tender spot under your ear.

Not to be outdone, Qui-Gon begins to tease the side of your waist with his fingertips and runs his lips ever so slowly along your cheek until they barely brush against your lips. "You think what, love?" His words caress against your lips, and you feel a little tickle from his whiskers.

"I think I need more time to decide," you reply breathlessly. You feel Obi-Wan chuckle against your neck as Qui-Gon's lips press against yours more firmly.

Suddenly you yelp and jump as an icy cold sting runs along your shoulders and across your chest. Both men sit up quickly, and you look down to see chocolate and vanilla ice cream running down your chest and under and through your nightgown. You can only make high squeaky noises as your skin begins to chill.

Obi-Wan shakes his head. "My, my, look at this mess we've made, Master."

Qui-Gon makes a little clicking sound and says, "It seems we were not mindful of our actions."

"Hello! I'm freezing here! Covered in cold goo!" Your breathing cannot calm down as the melting, but still quite cold, ice cream covers the front of your body. "Well, if you're not going to clean it up…" you make a motion to sit up and are quickly pressed back into your pillows by a strong hand on each shoulder.

"A Jedi always takes responsibility for his actions, fair lady," Qui-Gon says.

"Yes," Obi-Wan purrs. The arch of his eyebrow and the tone of his voice only makes you gasp again. "We'll handle this."