A/N: Thank you for all of the wonderful reviews! They're a great motivation to me as well as writing these fictions as I'm going through a horrible family drama that won't end well. This is a place where I can get my creativity out while I deal with it as a major distraction. Anyway, enough of that. Please enjoy this latest chapter!
Padmé woke in Anakin's arms with him still fast asleep. She couldn't look up at him as his face was buried in her hair, truly possessing her while she slept. He had made good on his promise to snuggle her all night long, which was a fantastic romantic overture. The man had been wonderful the entire night, from the moment that he had picked her up, to the moment they had made love. She had enjoyed the fact that he had let her trace his scars, letting her get to know him when he had been at his worst moments in his life.
One thing was for certain, she couldn't use him to supply information to the Rebellion, no matter what he knew. She just couldn't. It was a betrayal enough that she was still a Rebel operative, so she wouldn't further that hurt with taking vital information from him. He had been too loving, too generous in his actions that it would be a sin to violate his trust.
Undoubtedly Bail would be furious with her, but she could care less. The man was threatening to leave Coruscant anyway, so he could pound sand for all that she cared. Men like that weren't worth her time or effort. Would she still work with him? Yes, but not the way he wanted. The shipyards were an interesting target and would provide a great victory for the Rebellion anyway. More valuable than almost any other piece of information that they had decimated before.
But that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was that she had the man of her dreams in her bed, holding her tightly. That was enough for her, and it always would be. Letting him take her so gently was an amazing experience, not that she would mind if he would be a little bit rougher in the future. She knew that he would have more prowess in bed, but his restraint the first time they were together was touching.
She listened to his rhythmic breathing, and it was soothing to her ears. It was surprising that he wasn't a snorer, she figured a man of his stature to be ripping logs, but he wasn't. But even if he was, she would still find it endearing. Gods she was falling for this man hard. In all of her years she had never had a man like him before, and she didn't feel like she ever would again. He was a keeper, and she would do whatever she could to keep him. Even if that meant she would have to do dramatic life changes.
His breathing began to change, and she knew that he was waking up. Anakin shifted to where he could see her and smiled.
"Mmmm, Angel. It wasn't a dream", Vader said.
Padmé smiled. "No, Anakin, it wasn't."
Anakin planted a kiss on her lips which made her feel butterflies in her stomach.
"That was appreciated", Padmé smiled.
"Whatever my Angel desires", Vader replied in his baritone voice. "I don't believe I've slept this well in a long time. You have a knack for making a man sleep well."
"I slept quite well too. I'm not used to having a strong man hold me in my sleep", Padmé giggled.
"Then I think we both can agree it's good for us", Vader replied. "What time is it anyway?"
Padmé glanced at the chrono on the wall and winced. "It's nearly eight in the morning."
"Oh dammit, we're so late for work", Vader grumbled. "But that can wait for a little while, I just want to hold you for a little longer."
That was one of the sweetest things she had ever heard. She gave him a quick kiss and nuzzled his neck, enjoying the scent of him, enjoying everything about him. As far as she was concerned, he was the absolutely perfect man.
…..
Breezing into the office, Padmé saw Dormé on the comms, so she sat at her desk and began to work, bracing herself for the million and one questions that were sure to come once her friend was off her call. Of course, she wouldn't mind answering them, she was content enough with what had happened last night and through the morning, she just knew there would be many.
Gods, she had such a good night and morning. It was the perfect balance of romance and lust, just the way she had wanted it to be. She found herself becoming lost in a daydream about the prior night, recalling every sight, every sound, every touch. It was enough to make her want him even more. His handsome features were stuck in her mind, unable to push them out of her thoughts. He was possessing her even when they weren't together, and it was wonderful.
"So, Padmé. I think it's time for details."
Padmé was rousted from her daydream to find her friend sitting across the table from her with an eyebrow raised. It was so comical that Padmé couldn't help but chuckle.
"I figured you'd be ready and waiting for the nitty gritty, Dormé", Padmé said with a grin.
"Can you blame me? This is the first man that you've had in two and a half years, Padmé!", Dormé said enthusiastically.
"Well then I shouldn't be judgmental of your curiosity", Padmé laughed. "It was probably one of the best nights of my life. That's the best way to put it. When he picked me up, his jaw did drop to the floor, so I appreciate the help in that regard."
"Of course!", Dormé exclaimed. "I couldn't very well send you off looking like the typical rabble that attends those functions. Now, how was the gala?"
"Boring to say the least, but Anakin was gracious enough to have a good time. Senator Elania came up to me to try and peck a fight, but Anakin shut her down fairly quickly. But while Anakin and I were on the veranda kissing and enjoying one another's company, that bastard Rush Clovis drunkenly stumbled upon us and tried to pick a fight with Anakin. I swear, Anakin was two seconds away from killing the man. I had put my hand on his arm and his muscles were bulging like he was getting ready to rip Rush's head off. I was able to intervene and then afterwards we decided to come back to the apartment."
"Gods won't that man just go away?", Dormé asked as she shook her head. "He is lucky that you did intervene from how you've described Anakin. The man is probably powerful enough to kill with his bare hands."
"Of that, I have no doubt", Padmé agreed.
"Well, what happened once you reached the apartment? I want the full story", Dormé said as she leaned forward in her chair.
Padmé blushed. "Well, he pined me to the wall and began to savagely make out with me like there was no tomorrow. I wanted it to slow down a little bit after a few minutes, so I gently pushed him back and took his tunic off. I tell you Dormé the man had enough scars on his body to show just how grizzled of a veteran he really is. I traced them all and he was breathing so nervously that I spoke to him soothingly and he calmed down. After I kissed his largest scar, I asked him to unzip me."
"Padmé that's so sweet of you! I can't imagine him being so vulnerable, but it sounds like he really was. It's amazing that he trusted you in such a way. That's something out of a fairy tale", Dormé said with her hand over her heart. "What happened after he unzipped you?"
"We just took our time undressing one another in the most sensual of ways. He didn't rush me or tear my clothes of, but patiently went along with me. I was surprised by that to be honest", Padmé explained.
"I figured he would have ruined your dress and undergarments, but that sounds wonderful. What happened next?", Dormé asked.
Padmé giggled. "I sat on the bed and gave him my best come hither look and he pushed me gently onto my back and we began kissing one another, just roaming our hands over each other's bodies. It was amazingly erotic."
"I would have figured he would have attacked you right away", Dormé thought out loud.
"He most certainly did not. It was only until I spread my legs that he entered me, nice and gently, which I was grateful for because he was hung like a gods damned rancor", Padmé said, feeling a tingle from the memory.
"I would have expected nothing less from a man like him", Dormé replied. "Did he savagely take you?"
"No, that's the thing. He was sweet and gentle the entire time. I would have expected that he would've been rough and wild, but he wasn't", Padmé said. "I think he was trying his best to make a good first impression. I think he'll ravage me the next time we're together, which I won't mind at all, but I really enjoyed his gentleness for the first time."
"That's so sweet of him. He sounds like he was the perfect gentleman", Dormé gushed. "Heavens know that I've never had a man like that, I'm slightly jealous."
"Oh, don't be. I'm sure you'll find your own prince charming in the future. I know that I never expected to find my own", Padmé encouraged.
"We'll see", Dormé said longingly. "So, after the deed was done, what happened?"
"Well, he fell on top of me, and I just ran my hand through his long hair while he crushed me into the mattress. I tell you there was no better feeling than that", Padmé said. "Then he finally rolled on top of me and pulled me into his arms and we kissed. It wasn't like normal men who pumped and dumped, he truly wanted to make me feel special."
"I suppose he wanted a repeat performance, or he just wanted to make you feel safe and secure", Dormé replied.
"Yes, I think he did want me to feel safe and secure. I asked him if he would stay the night and just hold me, and he agreed automatically. I figured that he wanted to get back to his own establishments, so I was praying that he would stay, and he did!", Padmé exclaimed. "We fell asleep in one another's arms and didn't wake until it was after eight, which is partly the reason why I was so late today."
"Did you make love again?", Dormé asked.
"No, we just laid there holding one another for a while. Then we got up and made breakfast, which was a nice touch. Again, I figured that he would've zoomed off in that high powered speeder of his, but he stayed and made me feel like a gods damned princess", Padmé said as she leaned back in her chair, full of warmth.
"Oh, Padmé, you make me want to cry with joy for you", Dormé said as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Thank you, my friend. I just know he's the one. He wouldn't have been so tender, so loving if this had been just a temporary fling. I know that he is an Imperial, but I don't care. He's all that I want or need. Nothing else matters to me at the moment", Padmé said. "I just have to have him. I crave the next time we can see each other. I know that he's just so gentle that he couldn't possibly be a nefarious man."
…..
Vader finally made it to the Senate at around ten in the morning after having breakfast with Padmé and then rushing back to his establishments to change into his normal attire. He couldn't very well go to the Senate wearing the same clothes he did for the gala; he was too damned professional for that.
Stalking into his office, he sat down at his desk and wondered where in the hell he would go from here. The interrogation of Senator Alexander didn't yield any tangible results aside from Senator Organa being a gods damned traitor, but he had already suspected that.
Maybe it would be best if he tried to plant bugs in various offices of senators. That would be a time killer, but it might yield some results. He could probably utilize the ISB to save time instead of doing it himself, but that could lead to its own issues. At this point he didn't trust anyone, well except for Padmé that is. Damn, that woman had his head still spinning from the previous night. He had never met anyone like her and it was confounding to him that he was feeling things that he had never felt before.
He was an evil Sith Lord that was falling in love. Sith Lords didn't fall in love, or so he thought. Of course, Sidious wouldn't approve of his actions, but fuck him. The old man wouldn't rob him of this, not in the slightest. He would gladly accept a punishment from him over this. His normal punishments were more tolerable every time he received them, so receiving one for this wouldn't be that big of a consequence.
But what he wouldn't accept was a punishment for continuing his search for the blasted Rebel operatives. They were alluding him; he just knew it. There had to be more than just Organa, he had to think clearly. Maybe he should recheck high command just to make certain that no one else was feeding the bastard information on the Empire's activities. That would probably be the best course of action, but what if there was someone in the lower levels of the Empire that was feeding Organa information? There would be little he could do to find them out.
Maybe an arrest of Organa would prove to be more fruitful then just watching him? Hell, he didn't know. This was a delicate game he was playing, and if Organa was tipped off that there were arrests being made then he would disappear off planet, thus making him usesless.
Damn this assignment. It was appearing more confounding than he originally thought it would. Maybe he should probe out Padmé for information on senators that were less than loyal to the Empire. No, that wouldn't do. He couldn't break her trust with such an action. There most certainly would be a falling out between the two of them if he proceeded with that course of action and that was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. It was bad enough that he would have to unveil himself as Darth Vader to her eventually and he still didn't know how she would take it.
Dammit, there wasn't a thing he could do to make things easier on his new relationship.
…..
Padmé was again busy with her legislative work when she heard a commotion outside. Standing up, she went to the door and saw various senators speaking in moderate tones about how there was a shipyard in the Kuat system attack by the Rebellion and ten Star Destroyers that were under production were destroyed.
There was an odd feeling of jubilation that shot through Padmé's heart. The information that Bail had passed to the Rebellion worked! Not only did it work, it worked marvelously. Now they would simply have to wait for the Empire's response, which would be the greatest tantrum of all time. To think that the Rebellion was able to score such a victory was liberating.
But then for some reason she thought about Anakin. He was an Imperial contractor, and while she didn't know what type of contractor he specifically was, it most certainly be a thorn in his side. Wait, was that guilt she was feeling? She never felt guilt over a strike at an Imperial target, never in her life. This was a new feeling she was experiencing, and she didn't know what to think about it. She had to cease her guilty feelings, she couldn't allow herself to become lost in remorse for this grand victory, no matter what.
Deciding to speak to Bail, she walked back into her office and wrote a simple message to him about an education bill and signed it with her last name only indicating she wanted to talk. Then she got up and headed to his office where she walked just past it and waited for him to emerge. It didn't take long, he motioned with his head indicating that the two of them should walk down the sparce corridor so they could have a discussion.
"So, it appears that the intelligence that you disseminated about the shipyard actually panned out", Padmé said with a smile.
"Indeed. The Rebellion has never had a victory like this, it's one that is sure to capture the attention of not only the Imperial government, but the galaxy as a whole. I'm predicting that there will be a surge in membership and our ranks will swell", Organa said.
"I think you're right about that. It's going to be a new revolution that will capture the hearts and minds of the galaxy and they'll see that the Rebellion is able to resist the Empire", Padmé agreed.
"Yes, but along with this good news, there is some bad news I'm afraid", Organa said with a sigh.
"What bad news are you talking about, Bail? How could there be bad news at a time like this?", Padmé inquired. There couldn't be bad news, this was a grand victory, unless another senator was arrested.
"Our training facility on Dantooine was utterly destroyed", Organa said. "We lost over a thousand men and women, not to mention the facility and star fighters. That alone will set us back as now we have to find a new planet to conduct our training operations."
Padmé's skin grew pale. That installation was one of the most important facilities in the entire Rebellion. Without it, training new volunteers would be next to impossible while they were waiting to select a new world to build a training facility.
"How could the Empire have possibly found out about that base? Only you and I knew about it's location", Padmé whispered.
"I know, unless there was an operative outside of the Senate that leaded some information to the Rebellion. Whichever of the senators that the Empire has abducted and tortured must have known about it, causing the Empire to become aware. That being said, today is a bittersweet day. A tit for tat", Organa said.
Padmé did know what to think about that. She imagined that the Rebellion would bounce back, but it would take time. Time that they didn't necessarily have depending on the casualties that were sustained on the raid of the Imperial shipyard.
"Well, let's just focus on this victory for the time being. Ten Star Destroyers is a big deal to the Empire given that they are trying to rapidly build up their fleet. Hell, ten of them could easily engage a small contingent of Rebel ships, making this one of the better victories that we've had. I'm confident that we'll find a new base of operations soon", Padmé encouraged. "Don't think that the war will be lost over this."
"Good point, Padmé. Thank you for helping me keep things in perspective", Organa said. "Now we just have to find more intelligence to gather so we can keep having these victories."
Wait a second, wasn't he leaving soon? "Bail, does that mean you're staying at the Senate?", Padmé asked, feeling a little surprised. Bail was so head strong on leaving that this was a complete surprise to Padmé.
"We still have work to do and this raid has spurred me on to take further action in gathering intelligence. I hope that doesn't disappoint you", Organa said with a gleam in his eyes.
"Oh, Bail of course it doesn't disappoint me you ass", Padmé chuckled. "We've got a lot of work to do in a short amount of time to do it, so let's keep up the mission."
"Agreed", Organa said.
…..
Darth Vader was livid. He had just received the report of one of the shipyards at Kuat destroying ten of the new Imperial II Class Star Destroyers. Those new destroyers were supposed to outperform the ones they were currently using, and he had been counting on them to add them to his fleet. They were supposed to be completed within the month making him livid. How could the squadrons of Star Destroyers in the system not provide adequate security to that facility? Gods damned Rebel traitors.
What had the Admiral assigned to the system been thinking? Surely, he would have been prepared for an attack by the Rebellion that he would have locked the system down tight. The shipyard was in the mid rim of the Kuat system, making them more vulnerable, but surely there would have been a Destroyer assigned to provide security while waiting for backup. Shit! The Admiral would fry that was for certain. But Vader was over the entire military, so he in turn would literally fry by Sidious' torturing. Gods dammit. Another point was the galaxy would see this as a major blow to the Empire and thus encourage more recruits to join the Rebellion. This wouldn't do, recruitment of the Rebellion was dangerous, and Sidious was a blind fool whenever this was brought up to him. He would always state that it was of no concern and that the Empire would be able to withstand whatever attacks from the Rebellion. Obviously not.
A message suddenly popped up from Admiral Dullard. It was about the assault on Dantooine. Vader skimmed the cliff notes and was pleased that no Rebel made it out of the system as the training facility was completely caught off guard from the attack. They estimated that over one thousand Rebels lost their lives not to mention a frigate providing security and over a hundred star fighters. Without this base, the Rebellion wouldn't be able to train new troops in their pipeline until they built another facility on a world that had little significance to the Empire.
This certainly did partially offset the destruction of the Empire's new Star Destroyers, but there was still a bitter taste in his mouth. There were still leaks in the Senate, meaning he had to redouble his efforts in finding the treasonous bastards. But for now, he had to report to Sidious about these two new developments. He silently prayed that Sidious would show some mercy based on the destruction of the Rebel training facility, but probably not.
Sighing, he stood up and placed his hood over his head and clipped his lightsaber to his belt and exited his office, marching to Sidious' throne room in the Senate. Pushing the double doors open, he stalked up and kneeled within ten paces from Sidious.
"Rise Lord Vader", Sidious commanded.
"Master, I have two incidents to report on that hold significant influences to the Empire", Vader said.
"And what are these two incidents", Sidious hissed. "What have you fucked up on now, my apprentice!"
He might as well start off with the good news first. "First, we have destroyed a training center for the Rebellion on Dantooine. It was a great victory as over a thousand personnel were killed and a frigate along with over a hundred star fighters were destroyed", Vader said. "This is a solid victory over the Rebellion and the information of the location of the Rebel base was obtained by me during my interrogation of one of the senators."
"Good, very good, Lord Vader. The pathetic Rebellion have paid their price for their impunity, and this will make them reconsider attacking Imperial targets", Sidious said.
Vader winced at that. Obviously, it wasn't a deterrent given the destruction of the Star Destroyers and shipyard on Kuat, so he braced himself for torture.
"That is good news master, but I do have to report on some unfortunate news concerning a shipyard that was building ten Star Destroyers in the Kuat system", Vader said.
Sidious frowned. "And what unfortunate news is that Lord Vader?" The tone of his voice indicated that he was already pissed off before even hearing what the damned news was.
"Master, the Rebellion struck the shipyard, and it was lost along with all ten of the Star Destroyers. The security forces in the system were unable to repel the attack, as apparently the Rebels hit the target then faded before a defense could be mounted. The Admiral that is in charge of the security forces at the system will be recalled to Coruscant for a debrief and likely punishment", Vader said, hoping that the implied punishment of the Admiral would show Sidious that Vader was going to be proactive in handling the matter.
"You fool! How could you let this happen! You're the commander of the military, this responsibility falls on you!", Sidious snarled. "Yes, this Admiral needs to be punished, but so do you!"
With that, Sidious stood and held out his hands. Lightning bolts immediately shot out at Vader throwing him ten feet back, making him wither in agony. Vader tried not to cry out in pain, but he was unsuccessful in doing so. Sidious growled as he continued his punishment of the Sith Lord, making certain that Vader knew just how much he had fucked up.
"Master", Vader begged. "I was here gathering intelligence to imprison traitorous senators; I wasn't with my fleets." His pleads would go unanswered.
"That does not matter, you idiot. You are still in control of the military, making this your responsibility! I should slice your arm off for this travesty, but I don't want a crippled apprentice", Sidious said as he continued to pule lightning at Vader.
After several more agonizing minutes, the torture stopped. Vader struggled to catch his breath, but was unable to do so, the pain was too intense from the electric shocks.
"Get up", Sidious hissed.
"Yes, master", Vader acknowledged.
Mustering all of the strength that he had, he rose to his feet and walked forward to where he had been standing before the attack.
"See that this Admiral is severely punished. I'll leave how severe to your discretion. Find out who in the Senate leaked the information and kill them. Do I make myself clear?", Sidious commanded.
"Yes, Master", Vader said still winded. "I understand your commands and will carry them out accordingly." He hoped that Sidious would allow him to leave as he felt faint from being tortured. Showing weakness in front of his master would only result in additional punishment.
"One more thing, Lord Vader", Sidious growled. "If you cannot determine who the additional senators are, the next time something like this happens, the punishment will be far more severe."
"I understand, master", Vader acknowledged.
"Now get out", Sidious seethed.
"Yes, master", Vader said as he turned and walked out of the throne room.
He shakily walked back to his office as stoically as he could, trying to avoid any passing Imperial officers from seeing him in discomfort. He was still a fucking Sith Lord, and he had a reputation to uphold. No one had ever seen him weak; everyone saw him as raw power. Well, except for Padmé of course. He had allowed himself to show weakness several times with the woman, but it felt right. It didn't make him feel weak, but strong that he was able to show vulnerability to the woman. She was someone that he could trust, and he had never had a relationship like that before in his life.
Finally, he made it to his office and after he secured the door, he collapsed in his chair. Still fighting to catch his breath and to ward off the faint feeling. After a few minutes, he was able to slow his breathing to a normal rate and he began feeling his body, checking for burns. Fortunately, there were none that he could feel which was good. Those burns took a long time to heal, and it would be difficult to explain them to Padmé.
Pulling up his terminal he typed a message to Admiral Dullard at high command, demanding that the Admiral overseeing security at Kuat be recalled to Coruscant immediately. Vader would likely kill the bastard, especially given that he had been tortured for that Admiral's failure. Vader normally didn't execute his officers unless there was a colossal fuck up like this, so this wouldn't be out of character for him.
After he sent the message, he leaned back in his chair, his body still sore from the lightning bolts. It would take a few hours before he would feel back to his normal self, but he would be fine. Now he just had to devise a plan to figure out who the remaining traitors in the Senate were so he could stomp them out, no matter who they were.
…..
It was four in the afternoon and Padmé feeling a little bit bold. She was determined to find out additional targets for the Rebellion, so she was headed to the military appropriations committee to as a bystander in the audience to see if she could pick up on some information. These senators were vetted to be some of the most loyal in the Empire, given the extremely sensitive information that was to be voted on. Other senators such as herself were invited in after the classified portions were discussed, but there was always a chance that something would slip out of a senator's mouth.
Upon reaching the committee, she took a seat in the back and began listening. There was the usual drabble about military spending, which was an important debate given the bloated budget for the creation of ships and training of millions of soldiers to fight in various portions of the galaxy that the Empire was trying to take over or put down revolts. This was the conduct that made the Rebellion grow stronger every day.
Then suddenly, a senator slipped. Senator Ardan if she was not mistaken. He said that there needed to be more funding for the remote base on Tatooine given the lack of support that it had. The other senators shot him a glare which shut Senator Ardan up really quick. Padmé had to withhold a smirk, knowing that she had a smoking gun to deliver to the Rebellion.
To keep up appearances, she waited in her seat for the next half an hour listening to the senators continue to drone on about expenses. It nearly made her want to roll her eyes, but she kept her face as passive as possible as if he were just there to be educated on this portion of the Senate's responsibilities.
Finally, when the meeting was over, she walked to Bail's office. She poked her head inside and once he saw her, she motioned with her head to join him in the hallway. They stepped out and when they were alone, Padmé launched into a discussion.
"So, Bail, I just sat in the military appropriations committee and there was a Senator, Senator Ardan I believe who let something slip out. Apparently, there's a small garrison on Tatooine that's poorly defended. He didn't go into details, but if there's a large enough Rebellion strike force, we may be able to get another victory under our belt", she whispered.
Bail's eyes widened. "So, they're trying to build foot holds in the outer rim territories. That's not surprising, but we can take advantage of this information. I'll pass it off to my contact in the Rebellion to see if they're able to form a strike group to take advantage of this. Good job in getting this intelligence. We still may very well be able to put another dent in the Empire's operations."
"Agreed. The more dents we put into them the more people will flock to our cause. We'll win this damn war, it may take time, but we'll win it", Padmé said with a smirk.
…..
It was at the end of the day and Padmé was worn out. Looking at the chrono on the wall, she winced. It was seven in the evening, and she was still plugging away, reading pad after pad. There had to be a better way to manage this, there had to be something she could do to where she wouldn't toil her life away working these long hours.
"We really have to stop meeting like this."
Padmé smirked, knowing that voice and looked up.
"Well, Anakin, it appears that we both have the same problem of working long hours in this damned building. I wouldn't be surprised if after you walk me to my speeder that you'll still come back to this blasted building", Padmé said.
"No, not tonight I won't be", Vader replied. "Tonight, I'm going over to your place."
Padmé's smirk widened. "Our are you now? What gives you the impression that you're invited?"
Anakin smirked himself and slowly walked towards her until he rounded the corner of her desk. Padmé's heartbeat quickened knowing that he was about to put her under his magical spell. He bent down until his face was level with hers. "Because I know you want me." The seriousness of deepness of his voice made her jaw quiver slightly.
Of course, he was right. She did want him, she craved him. Badly.
"Maybe your right, maybe I do want you", she whispered. "Maybe you've been on my mind all day."
"Maybe you've been on my mind all day as well", Vader whispered in return.
In a flash, their lips met hungrily. Padmé eagerly let him slip his tongue into her mouth, moaning at the sensation. This is what she had been craving. Intimate contact with her new lover, both of them eagerly showing their passion for one another. Anakin pulled her up and they wrapped their arms around one another as they kept making out with an unbridled frenzy. Clutching each other, not wanting to let go lest the spell be broken.
Finally, after nearly five minutes they broke the kiss, panting heavily and looking into each other's eyes. Silently communicating their feelings for one another. It was intimate, it was burning, it was right.
"Okay, let's go back to my place", Padmé breathed.
Anakin nodded. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day."
Padmé could tell that he was in need by the slight tremble in his hands. A powerful man needed her, and she was more than willing to satisfy that need, just as she had to satisfy her own.
"We'll take your speeder", Padmé said. "We need to get there right now."
"As you wish", Vader said as he offered her his arm.
She took it and instead of a leisurely stroll, they briskly walked out of the building and to Anakin's speeder. As usual, Anakin helped her into her seat before quickly getting into his own, not noticing Anakin slipping his lightsaber in a compartment in the door. The speeder roared to life, and they shot off into the sky.
Anakin's driving was even more aggressive and Padmé chuckled as he flew dangerously in between lanes of traffic, under billboards and walkways, and through tunnels. He was on a mission and the mission was her, which filled her with delight. It dawned on her that she completely trusted his skills as a pilot, flying as aggressively as he did without hesitation. There was just something about him that screamed competency.
Once they arrived, Anakin quickly jogged around the speeder to help Padmé out, always being the perfect gentleman. Damn, she was lucky she picked a winner.
They went into the apartment and Anakin's hands were already roaming her, causing her to giggle. Once they reached her bedroom, Anakin closed the door with his foot and attacked her mouth with his own. Pressing her up against the wall, not giving her an avenue of escape, not like she wanted one anyway. His lips and tongue continued to work hers over diligently and she savored every moment of it. She whimpered when his mouth left hers, just to moan when he began to suck her neck. Force, he knew exactly what she needed it seemed.
Then he pulled them away from the wall and he unzipped her dress while she pushed off his robes and opened his tunic. Padmé pushed him to the bed clad only in her undergarments and began unlacing his boots, ripping them off and tossing them to the side of the room. Pulling him back up, she undid the buckle of his pants while he unsnapped her bra. Removing their bottoms, Padmé launched herself at him, pushing him back on the bed.
"Someone is feeling feisty", Vader smirked.
"That's because someone got me in the mood", she teased before she gave his earlobe a long suck, making him groan. "Now, does that put you in the mood, Anakin?"
"It does, it really does", Vader agreed.
Padmé bit her lip as she ground on him sensually while staring into his golden eyes. They were piercing into her very soul, taking their place to where she could feel them inside of her. It was an intense feeling, so erotic, so mystical. She enjoyed Anakin's groans beneath her as she continued to grind on him, teasing him relentlessly.
"See how bold you've made me?", Padmé whimpered. "You've only done this to yourself. You deserve every second of this."
"Woman, have you no mercy?", Vader begged.
Getting down real close to his face, she gave him a light peck on the lips. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Maybe I'm waiting for someone else in this room to be a little bold."
That was all it took. In a flash, Padmé was on her back, folded in half. She screamed as Anakin penetrated her in one smooth motion and began mercilessly pounding her, feeling herself be stretched to the maximum.
"Is this bold enough for you, Padmé?", Vader growled.
"Oh, gods yes, it is!", Padmé yelled out, feeling like a damned princess being taken by a strong warrior. She supposed that was about right though, he had been a warrior and she had been a queen.
Anakin grabbed both of her breasts, using them as leverage while he speared himself in and out of her at a blistering rate. It was fantastic, her entire body felt like fire, and she was sweating profusely while feeling beads of sweat pouring off of Anakin and onto her chest. This wasn't love making, but it was something that she had wanted and was getting.
"Tell me how good it feels, tell me how much you're enjoying this", Vader hissed.
"It feels like heaven", Padmé said between breaths. "I'm loving it!"
"I am too", Vader grunted.
Padmé could tell by the way Anakin was breathing he was close, but so was she. This erotic experience was far greater than she ever had, her blood was pulsing in her ears, her back arched which was seemingly impossible given the position she was in. The deep penetration was so erotic, she felt herself approaching her climax. Just a little more, just a bit more.
Finally, there it was.
"Anakin!", she screamed as her body turned into a quivering mass.
She heard Anakin choke out a roar and then felt him pulsing inside of her. Her legs were let down and he fell on top of her, gently kissing her lips and cheeks.
Padmé nearly teared up at his gentleness after their more spirited sexual encounter and she wrapped her arms around him, clutching him like he would disappear into thin air.
But he didn't, he kept smothering her lips and cheeks in kisses, taking the time to show how much he cared after such a spirited experience. It was the perfect combination of roughness and sweetness that she had needed. How on earth could he possibly be so in tune with her?
"Are you alright?", Vader asked, taking a break from his frenzy of kisses.
"I'm better than alright", Padmé whispered as she reached up and caressed his cheek, relishing the sight of him closing his eyes at the tender touch she was giving him. His pain was a mystery to her. Even after their joining, he still needed to be soothed like he had a fire scorching inside of him.
"Good", Vader said. He rolled off of her, just to bring her on her side again. "How was that for a repeat performance?"
Padmé chuckled. "It was quite different from the first, but I'm immeasurably happy with both."
"As long as you enjoyed it", Vader replied, giving her a kiss on her forehead. "I just don't want you to be afraid of me during our love making."
Did he just call it lovemaking? He just called it lovemaking! Padmé felt giddy as a schoolgirl.
"I won't be", Padmé replied. "Trust me on that."
Anakin smiled. "Alright, Angel."
Padmé wrinkled her nose. "We'd better shower. We worked up quite the sweat."
"I suppose we did", Vader laughed. "Alright, Angel. Let's shower and then get some rest."
Both climbed out of bed with Padmé slightly limping from soreness to her core. It had been rough, but the soreness wasn't that bad of a consequence.
She led Anakin into her oversized shower and flicked on the water, turning the heat on just hot enough to be bearable. The quickly soaped up and rinsed off, with Anakin stealing a kiss or two here and there.
Once they were finished, Padmé snapped the water off.
"I hope you don't mind pink towels, here you go", Padmé smiled.
"I prefer black, but this will do", Vader said lightheartedly.
"Why does that not surprise me?", Padmé asked.
"Because you know me", Vader pointed out.
"I suppose I do", Padmé mused. "Come on, let's go to bed. We both need to be on time in the morning."
"Alright", Vader laughed.
They both exited the fresher and Padmé dove under the covers. Anakin switched off the light and joined her, grabbing her and pulling her close. Padmé smiled as she again burrowed her face into his chest. His breathing was so soothing, it gentle and deep. She felt her eyes grow heavy and thanked the stars that he was in her life.
A/N: Sorry this one was so short. The next one will be longer and will expose more of Vader's backstory. If you like what you've read, please consider dropping a review and following!