A/N: MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU! Ahem...enjoy!

Finally, after standing at the gates of Darth Vader's home for ten minutes, Padmé Amidala raised her hand touched it.

The moment her palm makes contact with the door, an red line traced her fingers.

"Senator Amidala. Welcome."

The smooth, automated female's voice caused her to step back, looking for the source of it. The solid doors began to dematerialized under her fingertips, causing her to back away a few more steps, her eyes widening in slight panic. After a moment, she stepped forward, her gaze up on now visible giant pyramid.

Huge.

Made of several layers, the immense structure was completely black, save the red lines decorating it. The entire building seemed as though it had been carved out of obsidian.

A short pathway to the steps that led to entrance of the structure changed, going from black to glowing red. She stared at highlighted part of the walk that would send her to her doom. Was she sure she wanted to enter this almost demonic place?

A few hesitant steps forward saw her past the entrance. She turned around to see the gate door reappeared behind her, trapping her inside. There was no going back now.

Padmé breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. How did Vader even survive living in his own house? Looking up, she noticed the storm that was always brewing over the red peaks centered over his house, churning slowly around it like the beginning of an tornado. His home was truly the centre of the storm.

Every nerve was alert on her body, the absolute stillness and void of sound chilling her body as she walked forward. Every hair stood on end, the every click of her heels on the lit path as sharp as ice on her ears. Cold tingles ran through her, like icy fingers dancing over her skin, as she climbed the stairs, walking directly in the middle of the the lit path that went straight to the door.

The thick red lines the that slanted towards each other in an triangle went on other of the double doors, which themselves were over three times her height. The doorframe itself slanted inward, giving the huge doors an appearance of an two inward right angles. The door were completely black, and the corners thicker than the rest.

Just as she mentally stirred up enough courage to prepare for the sights and horrors those might have hidden behind them, the door separated with a loud cold hiss, slowly disappearing into the walls of the fortress. She nearly jumped off the steps, it unsettled her so much. Slowly, slowly she walked inside, her eyes widening with awe at the sight before her.

Magnificent.

The opening room was huge, making her feel tiny compared to it. The floor were made of an copper marble, an large Imperialist emblem engraved inside it. The walls were an smooth, polished gray, red accents and lights in the room. Two giant staircases led up to an higher level, where several storm troopers stood. Between them was another large pyramid, with a strange, distorted...thing...encased in it. Two Imperial banners on either side of it, both an rich red. Two large hallways led to darkness on either side of the staircase.

There were several troopers everywhere, resting in the different levels above in layers above her, and looking around, she noticed them everywhere.

She slowly walked forward, her eyes looking up, and, just as she'd imagined, she could see the top, far above. An unwilling smile, completely out of awe parted her lips as she slowly turned, still walking, her gaze to the ceiling. A tiny, soft breath escaped her, intensely accurate to her feeling at the moment, very similar to the feeling when she entered that room in the opera.

She was inside Vader's house. Inside. And although it seemed more like an Imperial base than a home, something about it was...awe-inspiring. It felt like an fortress, those walls of obsidian keeping danger out, the pulsing red trails that made it seem almost like an living creature. It was...for some odd, strange reason, something about it fascinated her.

Looking at the smooth, polished floor made her want to take off her shoes and run over it, to dance on it and feel the cools stone under her toes.

She was brought out of her fantasy, however, by the four stormtroopers marching to her, and it didn't escape her notice that they were all carrying heavy military blasters in their hands. They stood in front of her, effectively blocking her from exploring any further. "Senator Amidala."

Padmé found it surprising that they immediately knew who she was, although she probably shouldn't, the kriffing front gates knew her name.

"Do you have business here, Ma'am?"

Padmé quickly decided to simply tell the truth. "I do. Not official business with Lord Vader, of course. But what I am doing is my business, so yes, I have business here. I wished to see the inside of the structure." She waved her hand around, motioning to the room.

The troopers glanced at each other, making it apparent that people didn't usually just stop by to snoop in Vader's private affairs. "Have you been cleared by Lord Vader to enter the premises?"

She merely smiled. "The gate allowed me in."

The first trooper gestured at his companions. "Forgive us for the inconvenience Ma'am, but you'll have to come with us."

Padmé was about to question, but hesitated. She was on Vader's turf now, and if she resisted, there was no way for her escape. They formed a box around her, preventing her from any chances of resistance. Walking, they led down one of the halls.

The blackness in the inside of the pyramid was a stark contrast to the open, hollow center. The outlines and highlights of troopers were bathed in red lights from thin pulsing slits in the slanted ceiling.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up.

This building felt alive.

The cold tingles began running over her skin again as her eyes squinted, trying to adjust to the darkness. When her eyes finally adjusted, she was mesmerized by the frighteningly tantalizing allure of this monstrosity. So this was where all the real things happened. It made sense. The large open space she originally entered was huge, but it was unreasonable to assume that that was the whole building. There must be several rooms here, spanning the whole of the outer shell on the building. The place she had originally entered had been encased by all of the other rooms and dark halls.

They passed several doors, each with two troopers on either side of the door. With every passing she wanted to see more. What were behind those doors? Would she live to see? When they passed an long open hallway, she was elated to find her theory correct. There was light at the end of the tunnel. That was how they were able to get above her and have an view of all below. This place was built almost like an ant hill, tunnels all around the outer layer, and the large open sanctuary in the center.

Curious.

Her mind drifted back to the tall statue in the middle of the twin staircases. What was it? She couldn't quite be sure, but it seemed almost like she was seeing and person in there, like an casket of an unfortunate petrified creature caught in his bedsheets. And she almost sure she had seen an arm.

Curious, indeed.

Her eyes turned to an thick red stripe, on the side of the hall. An window, although tinted red. She looked hard but all she saw was blackness. It was night.

Padmé was interrupted by her examination by the troopers accompanying her, all of them stopping in front of an door. They entered, and Padmé's eyes stung slightly, trying to readjust. The halls here were gray but bright, with doors every few feet. They stepped forwards, opening the last one for her. She was greeted by an empty fair sized room, save and bench, almost like an chaise lounge. She immediately thought of her own red one, and for a moment considered how that would add color to the room.

She turned back to the trooper, question in her expression.

"We'll need you to remain here a few minutes Senator Amidala. We apologize for the inconvenience."

Only two minutes after she had sat, the doors reopened, revealing an young male Imperial, whose tanned skin, dark brown eyes and nearly midnight black hair seemed familiar. She quickly made the connection with the Imperial who had been doing an interview on the holonews. "Senator Amidala, you will be pleased to hear that you have been granted access to Vader's Mansion. However, certain rooms will be closed to you."

Oh, what was his name? Admiral Panit? Padnit? Paddit. That was it. "Thank you, Admiral."

He smiled politely, not an hint of malice or hostility in his face. She noticed he seemed more at home here than he had before on the holonews. "It was of no consequence, I assure you."

She didn't move, although her stepped aside to let her pass. "Admiral, is Lord Vader present here?"

"Lord Vader is currently off-planet. Did you wish to arrange an meeting with him?"

Padmé shook head. Meeting Vader was not exactly the largest priority she had. When he led her out of the corridor into the main hall and was about to depart, she remembered something. "Admiral?"

He turned back to her, his dark eyes glinting in the red light.

"What is that statue in the front room? The big one, between the staircases?"

He was quiet a moment, before he finally spoke. "It is a tomb, Milady."

He then bowed and left.

Two hours.

It had been two hours since she entered, and she had yet be bored.

Padmé had been lost so many times, she couldn't remember where she was supposed to be in the first place. It wasn't that bad, all she had to do was get to the main halls, and keep walking. She would soon find another with light down at the end. One she made it there, she was back at the center. And she had yet to enter the same level and opening yet.

When she reached the very back of the pyramid, in the lowest level, she found another door, unlike all the others it was large, the only door on the entire floor. She went to it, immediately seeking to enter it. The troopers guarding it stopped her, however. "You can't go in there, Ma'am"

Padmé gave them an slightly indignant look. "Why not? I was cleared to enter anywhere I wanted."

The trooper was adamant however, not falling for her trick. "Those doors lead directly to Lord Vader's private quarters, Ma'am."

Ooh.

Padmé folded her arms over her chest. "Is Lord Vader home?"

The trooper shook his head. "No, Ma'am."

Padmé raised an eyebrow defiantly. "Well, then. You know what to do. If he's not here, than there should be no problem. So. Let's get an move on gentlemen, pronto."

The trooper just stared at her a moment before he sighed, looking at his companion and shrugging. Padmé was sure she that she heard the exasperated mumble of, 'Of course, dear, future empress.' But brushed it off. The doors parted, opening into and rectangular room with three doors in it. She turned back to the troopers, the question evident. "You may enter the center room only. The rest are closed, even to you Ma'am."

Her gaze went to the floor, noticing an flashing in the dim light in front of the first door. Tiny glass shards scattered on the floor peeked out from the bottom of it, the rest disappearing into the room. The middle door held no real significance, but seeping out from the last door was an deep red substance.

Blood.

The doors closed behind her, leaving her alone in the room. She looked around. The room was dimly lit by little wall lamps on either side of the doors. Made of an orangish-red the lamps were shaped like a quarter moon, an glowing white ball sitting precariously in the center.

She couldn't help herself, she had to touch at least one of them. The magnetized ball came out with little resistance, still glowing like an lit pearl. It felt odd in her palm, thrumming with energy of it's own.

Padmé gently, carefully set it back. Her gaze moving from it to the door, the center door.

To do, or not to do.

Ah, but that is the question.

One that she answers with ease.

Thin red lines traced down to the middle, where they joined in and intricate circle. Placing her hand directly on the door center, she jumped when it shifted, the lines rearranging and untangling themselves. Three was a faint thunk, before the door split, hissing lowly.

She stared in, her eyes searching the black abyss that the room faded to.

To do, or not to do.

Ah, but that is the question.

One that she now hesitates to answer.

A red band, several inches wide, glowed to life around the room, illuminating the room a little. She entered, walking into the middle of the room. It wasn't very large, just slightly smaller than her bedroom in the penthouse. The walls were either a dark maroon or black, she wasn't sure. What was on the ceiling, though, was what caught her fascination.

Domed, at least she thought it was domed, it was the color of night. But that wasn't what caught her attention. The whole galaxy was projected onto the midnight blue, with Coruscant appropriately centered. Even with her limited knowledge of the stars, she found the Chommel sector, and in it, the Naboo system. Unconsciously, she moved her hand to touch it, only to remember that it was far above her reach.

Yet, as if it could read her movements, the ceiling changed to a map of the Naboo system. When she tried to do it again and zoom in on her home planet, the whole thing went blank, changing to the midnight blue of space.

Bored, her eyes flicked to the bed. Something about the discovery that Vader had an bed was...off putting. She supposed that even he had to sleep some time, but even while staring at the huge black-sheeted mattress, she found it hard to believe he slept here. Vader didn't sleep, or take naps or any such thing. It didn't seen remotely possible.

Padmé's curious discoveries were cut short, when she head an soft hum behind her. She paid it no mind at first until it spoke.

"Well, well, what have we here, Amidala?"

She jumped, whiling around to see Palpatine's life-sized holographic image in front of her, an malicious smile on his wrinkled, decrepit face. "Emperor Palpatine." She breathed out in horror. Not because she was scared of him, but instead where he found her.

How did he even get in here? I never accepted an incoming call.

Palpatine smiled victoriously, answering the question he knew was running through her head. "I come and go as I please, Senator. You have absolutely no say in the matter."

Padmé blinked.

"Now, Amidala, care to explain your presence here? I go to find my apprentice, and I find you in his bedroom. Imagine what your senate friends would think if they found that you, one who so strongly apposes the Empire was found in Lord Vader's bedroom."

Padmé quickly shot down the Emperor's line of thought, despising what he was alluding to. "I can assure you Emperor, I did not come here for Vader's sake."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Actually...I um, I broke in, you see. Vader has no idea I am here. I came to snoop in his things." She mentally slapped herself. Way to go Padmé. If Vader gets word of this..."I um...I wasn't aware that Vader was on-planet, actually."

Palpatine watched her amusedly. "He finished early as he usually does. In fact, he should be there momentarily."

"Really?" Padmé was edging towards the door. She needed to get out of here fast, before Vader came back and found her in his room. "Well that something, but um...since I've seen all I want to see, I'll just go, yeah? Oh, and could we keep this between us? I'm sure that what Vader doesn't know, can't hurt me."

Palpatine raised an eyebrow. "My dear, Vader knows everything. Who do you think allowed you to even make it past the front gates and not be eliminated on sight?"

Padmé froze. "But there is an possibility that he didn't, right?"

"No."

"Oh."

"Yes."

"But you won't remind him, if he forgot?"

"I can assure you he won't. But I will not remind him if you do not wish it."

A pause, then, "Well, um. Still, I'd best be going." She made her way to the door,

"You do that."

Palpatine disconnected the call, leaning back in his chair. He steepled his fingers, an habit of his when he was thinking. His eyes narrowed minutely, quietly accessing the Senator. After a moment's deliberation, he finally acknowledged the greater power in the room. "If she is to be useful, you must find a way to tame that damnable curiosity out of her. Her courage is admirable, but her willingness to walk headfirst into such...predicaments could get her killed. That however, is fixable. I remember you used to be the same way, weren't you, Vader?"

The black figure shifted, moving from the other side of the room to in front of him, leaning back on the desk and crossing his arms. "Yes."

Palpatine snorted. "Of course you were, amongst another group on things. Arrogant, curious, proud, temperamental, rash, brash, ruthless, irresponsible, and the list could go on if I let it. Some you still are. Temperamental, in particular."

Vader smiled slightly, his lips tilting up on one side, a soft breath air escaping him. "I remember."

Palpatine cocked his head to the side. "Still, I was able to smooth out most of those significant wrinkles. If anyone is more stubborn then her, it's you. I doubt she has stronger will than you, anyways."

"We shall see, Master."

(Flashback)

Imperial Center,

Two years ago

"Spit it out Admiral." Vader's sharp voice carried over to Gov. Tarkin's ears, informing him of the approaching Sith. Whenever Vader spoke in that tone, it meant business.

"Milord, I really don't think-"

"Jāuhn." Vader interrupted impatiently, and the stopping of footsteps gave him reason to believe that Vader had switched tactics, trying to pry information out of the Adm. by breaking him with the feared faceless glare. "What is it? Or should I say, who is she?"

"What makes you think it is a woman?"

Silence.

One pair of footsteps continued, the second joining shortly. "Well..."

"Well what?"

Tarkin strode out to the hallway where the conversation was taking place, determined to find out what was happening. As he did Vader walked past him, his pace fast and precise. "Governor Tarkin. How nice of you to join us. Paddit was just about to tell us something, wasn't he, Admiral?"

"No, he wasn't." The young man bit out, a light red tint to his face. Vader rather favored the young man, and consequently Jāuhn was forced to tell everything.

"Don't make me mad, Admiral. You know how I get when I get mad. You don't want that to happen."

Tarkin smirked crookedly. "Oh, so it's a lady, is it?"

"No. Bloody hell, why does everybody think that it's a lady!?"

Vader stopped abruptly, turning to look at him slowly, a purely malicious smile curving his lips as he leaned close to Paddit's face. "Because I said so."

Paddit sputtered indignantly.

Tarkin raised an amused eyebrow. "There are no secrets here, my friend. You are in Imperial center now, and worst of all, Vader wants to know."

The Admiral graced them with an sour look, to which Vader laughed throatily, continuing his walk, and while they struggled to keep up. "What is her name?"

Paddit finally gave up. "Camil."

"I want to meet her."

"What? No. absolutely not." Jāuhn ran ahead, blocking the Sith's path.

"Why not?"

"She's afraid of you!"

Tarkin's eyebrow must be touching his hairline now. "Who isn't?"

Vader sighed, deciding not to continue. "When you are done Tarkin, I want her files brought to me immediately. Her life records, medical records, everything."

Tarkin nodded briefly.

The door ahead of them hissed open, and they entered a private room. Vader motioned for them to sit in the provided chairs, moving behind his own and placing his hands on the back of it. "So what is the problem? You have found an pet, now pet it."

"Pet!?" Paddit quickly calmed himself, pinching the bride of his nose and remembering that Vader had little tact for such matters. "The thing is-"

Vader cut him off again, predictably. "Why haven't you married her then?"

Tarkin leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. He had been around Vader since the man arrived. He knew how direct the Sith was.

Paddit stared at him, disbelief written over his face. "I've known her only almost three weeks!"

"And do you like her?"

"Immensely, but-"

"So?"

"I can't just marry her, these things take time, years even. In ord-"

"It only takes time if you make it, Admiral. You are one of us now. We are Imperials. If we see something we want, we take it."

Jāuhn looked slightly stricken, before an thoughtful look came upon his face. "Do you really think it's possible? What if I'm wrong and it doesn't work out?"

Tarkin shrugged the same time Vader did. "Sucks to be you, I suppose."

Paddit sighed. "Well, if it doesn't, I most certainly will not tell either of you. Especially you." The last comment was directed at Vader.

Tarkin snorted. "He'd be the last one you tell and the first to know. Perks of being force-sensitive's pet."

Vader slowly cocked his head to the side, an action he did when he remembered something. "Gentleman." His voice was suddenly very stern and deep. "Now that we've had our talk, don't you have somewhere to be?"

As they were about to depart, Paddit stopped, turning back to the Head of Military. "Vader, by any chance-"

"Spit it out."

"Would you do me the great honor and be my best man?"

"Not a chance."

(End of Flashback)

Seductiveness.

Dark eyeshadow and eyeliner narrowed her eyes, giving them an sultry, suggestive look, disguising the pain. Deep red, dripping with the colour of blood, her lips were coated with an shimmering red lipstick that matched her nails. Her eyelashes were thick and long, made so by careful application of mascara. Most of her rich, thick tresses had been pulled up, but the rest fell down her bare back. The color of night, her dress was sliced open in the front, laced down to right under her navel, which was adorned by an red nubian crystal. The split down the middle made it impossible for her to wear an bra, but she hardly minded. The bottom of it reached the floor, dragging behind her as she walked. The halter necked dress had an slit on the back nearly reached her butt, flashing almost all that could be seen of her pale skin.

She stood in front of the mirror, assessing herself before she went out. She knew her dress was provocative, but she preferred it that way. She was an adult, an grown woman. And even if she never was married, or found an life partner, she was an woman. And she wanted to act like it. There was just something about being admired and wanted, to be desired, something that drew her. She could shoot them all down, but the power it gave her was...insurmountable.

The holo drama said she did it as an statement. They were right.

She would defy the Empire every chance she got; she would not conform.

She would go anywhere she pleased alone; she not dependent, rather, she was independent.

She would dress as much as a woman she wanted to feel, no matter who else said otherwise.

She was Padmé Amidala, and she knew it.

Power.

Something that even she found herself craving. She was not immune to the amazing abilities such had, for good or evil. It called, speaking of wealth, fame and the ability to assure one an life of ease and comfort, lavish enough to provide every desire. In the galaxy, for some reason on the other, everyone wanted control. Learning how to temper it, now that was the key.

One that she had found, and one that almost slipped her fingers.

It was only her remembering why she did what she did that resurrected the true her, leaving her feeling ashamed for even considering it for an mere second. To some it seems small, but in truth, a few seconds is all it takes to destroy all one has worked for. Just like that, an decision can be made, instantly catapulting one into point of no return.

A few seconds was all it took for her murder to her best friend.

A quiet, high-pitched inquisitive whine shook her out of her musings. Turning, she smiled as she walked over to the hovering cradle, picking Katus up carefully. "Hey there."

His large silver eyes watched her curiously, his tiny fist in his mouth. He gasped softly, pulling his finger from his mouth and reaching for her hair. She smiled as his fingers closed around it, the amount of affection surging though her. She leaned forward, touching her forehead with his, and he placed his hands on her cheeks, a sudden happy smile on his face.

Padmé closed her eyes, just feeling the joy of holding another, tiny life in her arms. She leaned forward, kissing his tiny nose, to which he laughed. She opened her eyes, and laughed herself. Right on the tip of Katus' nose, was an shimmering, blood red spot. "You're going to be a ladies man, aren't you?"

Katus smirked, as if he knew what she was talking about. A knock on her door informed her of company. "Come in!"

Dormé stepped around the door, curtsying, before walking to her. The handmaiden sat next to her, holding her hands out for Katus. Padmé let her hold him, waiting for her to speak.

"Have you talked to your family lately, milady?"

Padmé sighed, looking down at the carpet. "No."

Dormé hummed.

"I can't talk to them. They'll want me to come home, and they'll be disappointed when I can't." She sighed again.

Dormé turned to look at her, her face expressing concern. "They'll be worried about you."

Padmé groaned, wanting to throw herself face first into bed, but remembering the span of cosmetics on her face. "I know."

Dormé hummed.

Padmé stood, ruffling Katus' soft hair before speaking. "I have to go. Watch him for me, hmm?"

Dormé laughed lightly. "Of course. I doubt he'll even notice you're gone, since we all look alike."

Padmé smiled, saying her goodbyes.

He is here.

She can feel his powerful presence before she enters, the feeling washing over her.

She places her hand on the door pad, the doors quietly opening to allow her entrance, and her breath caught at the sight before her.

Almost ethereal in his appearance, he stands with his back to her, the purple-blue lights outlining his silhouette. His form is impeccable, his arms crossed behind his back and his long legs spread out. Dark swirls surround him, curiously crawling up his figure. His body is calm, his breaths almost delayed. She notices that his hands covered with gloves as usual, silver clasps going round them. He's dressed simply, wearing an black tunic consisting of many layers, leather on the outside, and black pants, and it only makes him look more attractive.

She closed the door, walking quietly to him. He doesn't seem to notice that she is here, and if he does, he does not acknowledge her. Raising her hand, she touched his arm, unsuspecting of the oncoming attack.

In an short second, she is staring down at the floor, one of her arms twisted tightly behind her back, while another, stronger one is on the back of her neck pushing her head down in a headlock. The next she is thrown down before being grabbed again and slammed up against the wall, cool gloved fingers tight around her neck, not to hold her back, but to choke her. Her hands wrap around his wrist restraining her air passage, eyes wide as she stares into his eyes.

Gone was the mystic blue and the golden in his irises, replaced with an unhealthy yellow-red color that was oddly familiar, filled with malice and all forms of negative energy. He looked at her as though she was his mortal enemy, absolute hate etched in his face. Even with her sudden loss of breath and the intense pain originating from his fist crushing her neck that was probably forming bruises, she sees the change.

In one second, an friend had turned to an enemy, ready to kill her immediately.

But then, he stopped, his eyes becoming golden, then blue quickly as he blinked. His grip on her loosened, bringing her back to the ground, as her feet had been off the floor. "Senator?"

He swore harshly in another language under his breath, removing his hand from her neck completely and pulling her up into his arms, and carrying her to her seat. She watched him carefully, warily, while she rubbed her neck, trying to soothe the pain.

Reaction comes slow to her.

He crouched in front of her, pulling her hand away while he inspected the damage. "My apologies, Senator. I was unaware of your presence."

She swallowed, her throat dry and rough. "Why...?"

He gently massaged the injured skin on her neck, causing an odd tingling sensation to appear and sudden heat to surge though her body. "Reflexes. I was particularly reliving an...very unpleasant period in my life and you unknowingly triggered them."

Padmé frowned softly, feeling the pain start to rapidly go away. "Who are you? What is it that you do to give you such reflexes?"

He stood, walking over to the view and looking down on it, and she was sure those eyelashes touched his cheekbones. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

She narrowed her eyes on him, her temper pricking at his cryptic response. "You don't know that. You don't know me."

He laughed darkly, turning to look at her with and unnerving glint in his eyes. "Oh yes, I do."

Padmé stared at him a long time, trying to figure him out.

"Who are you?"

His full lips curved upward slightly. "Who am I, or what is my name?"

"Both." She said immediately.

He walked past her, sitting in the other seat, leaning back and lacing his fingers together. "Your curiosity is good, you should be interested in details, even the unnecessary ones. However you should be careful not to let it lead you into danger."

Padmé stared at him indignantly. "Your name is an unnecessary detail?"

"Yes. My name does not change who I am. To you, perhaps, but to me, never. I was nameless an long time before people realized who I was." As he stared at her with those calculated and careful eyes, sharp and cunning, somehow she felt like there was an double meaning she should know behind that statement.

Padmé leaned forward, he gaze level with him, needing him to know that she is serious. "What. Is. Your. Name?"

"Skywalker."

"Hm?" Confusion entered her mind at the sudden lack of resistance, not quite processing what exactly he said.

"The name I go by."

Padmé blinked. "That's your name?"

"My last."

"And your first?"

He tilted his head to the side, an pleasant smile on his face.

Thinking of her newly discovered information, she turned back to the Opera, determined to watch it as she had missed the others. She was interrupted, however, when she felt gloved fingers wrap around her chin, pulling her to face him again, his eyes roaming over her face, and finally settling on her lips and devious smile overtook his overtook his own. The pad of his thumb traced over her lips, and she shivered when she felt that powerful, dark aura surround him. "Oh yes. You will do nicely."

Padmé held out her hand to him, standing to leave. "And our evening has come to an close. Goodnight, Skywalker."

He looked at her offered hand. "What is this?"

Padmé sighed. "Haven't you ever kissed a lady's hand? Also you owe me, anyway."

"I do, do I?"

Padmé smirked bodly, her sparkling bloody lips curving in amusement. "A kiss to make it better, remember?"

He walked towards her, backing her into the wall, his eyes going from blue to yellow, an malicious smile adorning his lips. Her heart quickened when he pressed himself against her, leaving no space between them, his body tall and hard against her smaller one. Desire hit her hard when she inhaled his scent. Heat seared though her when his hand cupped the side of her neck, his fingers brushing the back of her hair. She felt like she stopped breathing when his lips descended, not on to hers, but to her neck, his warm breath fanning over the area.

Desire.

His lips brushed her skin, so soft she wasn't quite sure if he did, but when he trailed his lips across his collarbone, dusting tendrils of fire, she knew that he had, that he was. Her fingers snaked into his soft hair, loving the feel of it in his fingers. He drew back, his face inches from hers, warming her lips with his breathing. She waited, her lips slightly parted and ready, but was instead hit by cool air, the press of his body, no longer there.

Her eyes opened, only to be greeted by an empty room.

He was gone.

One thought ran through her brain, an single thought not of her own.

Goodnight, Senator.

And that night when she got into bed, she eyes bleary and half closed, she could swear that he and Vader meshed to one, his face hidden beneath the hood as he stepped out of the darkness of her bedroom. She could swear she heard him say those words to her aloud. She could swear she caught an glint of the shiny hilt of his saber. She could swear that she felt the cool feel of gloves on her neck, and felt the light press of his lips on her forehead before sleep overcame her, and everything went black.

A/N: I am so happy to get Katus back in the story before he leaves again. And I am happy to get our favorite couple going. Btw, I constantly go back an edit, so if you find any errors, tell me. I'm not perfect, and sometimes my writing and editing sucks so tell me.

I know you guys are probably pissed that I keep going back to the Imperials, but I really wanted to show Vader's relationship with his men. Don't worry, the Jedi and the rebels will be back soon, along with all the aliens that seem to rocket off Coruscant.

God bless, Mwah.

xx,

Christina.

P.s: Yes, that odd tingling she felt was because Vader healed her.

P.P.s: No, Vader and her didn't take things any farther before. He let her go, and she watched her Opera.

Fun Fact: I often cry at night because I get so lost about the meaning of life and several depressing thoughts. Like my family getting hit by a truck. (Does that count as a 'fun' fact?

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