One Last Encounter

AUTHOR: Abigail

SUMMARY: There was only one way that Anakin and Padme could have stayed together…Twists the plot from RotS.

CHAPTER 3: Fulfillment

RATING: M

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything that was created by George Lucas.

NOTE: This chapter has some sexual 'content', so if you are frightened by that sort of thing, RUN AWAY:D I'm working on the next chapter so expect it soon. Points go out to all of my reviewers. I love you guys for being nice to me. By the way, I bought the soundtrack for Episode Three yesterday (I know, I'm obsessed), but there's one song on there that goes along perfect with this chapter if you listen and read at the same time. I think its number 8 on the c.d. and it should be called "Padme's Ruminations". Just thought I'd say in case someone had the soundtrack. On with the story…

He's decided. Padme looked behind her, feeling the darkness within her subside for a moment. Her mind drifted back to those wondrous days on Naboo. Such innocence she had back then. Immaturity, naivety, and shyness easily described her. A member of the Senate, a proud wife, soon to be mother…But what was she now? Passion, the dark side, the force, sin, maturity…These words, that were once so foreign to her, were now her very character. But this is what I want. This is all for Anakin. I love him. "I love you," she gasped, turning quickly back to Anakin. "I love you," she repeated, louder and darker than before.

Anakin, at a loss of words, reached his hand out and stroked Padme's cheek, his callused hands barely brushing the velvety softness of her skin. Deep within his soul, the good in him said 'Don't let her do this! Go back to the Jedi ways that are rooted within you. Save your precious Padme from a life of turmoil and pain.' But the dark side had its manipulative ways, and all Anakin could feel was the fiery passion that matched that of the spurting lava below his feet. Padme felt this way too, but neither of them said a word. Their slight indecision would always remain unspoken to each other.

A distant alarm went off within the conference room, signaling the weakening of the bridges. The lava was quite close by now, and the two could easily see that one of the bridges was indeed collapsing. Padme soon became entranced by the lava, how it circled and danced around each rock, each wave. That blazing orange, so passionate and bold. The warmth that it created felt so enticing, that she felt like she could jump in and just melt away…forever. A voice was speaking, deep within her mind, and Padme recognized it. Was it Supreme Chancellor Palpatine talking to her? She remembered him from the many Senate meetings, but knew him best as the voice that always seemed to reach her late at night, when she was deep in sleep. After a while of these recurring dreams, she finally realized that it was Anakin's master, speaking through his Apprentice, enticing Padme to the Dark side as well. Of course, Anakin knew nothing of this, and Padme realized it was best that she didn't tell him that her knowledge of the dark side came from his very own Master.

The voice called to her again. 'Come to me, Padme. Kill who you were. Release your burden.' Padme turned from the voice, already enticed by the force, rippling through her veins once again. Anakin sensed it too. For a moment, they stood there, no one moving, no one speaking. But then they heard it. Silent at first, then growing stronger. Suddenly, they were hit by it so fast, that they collapsed into each others arms, and the two were thrown against the rock behind them. The nearby volcanoe had begun to erupt, violently projecting rocks through the air, landing around Padme and Anakin. But they were safely protected under the bridges from above.

The deafening noise withered away. The two turned towards each other once again, the heat in their eyes glittering. They both realized what was happening. The process was over, and what they used to be, was now no more. The Dark side of the force was fully within in them, pounding and alive, controlling their thoughts, actions, and feelings. Padme walked forward, pushing Anakin against the metal wall, that was cold compared to the environment. Padme was still pressed against Anakin, his back painfully penetrated by the wall's protruding edges. Padme searched his face, but could only see those orange orbs, staring back at her. She reached up and pulled his hood down, revealing his tussled hair and striking face. Her fingers gently traveled down his forehead, over his nose, and gently rested on his lips, tracing small circles over their inviting flesh. "I want this. I want you, Darth Vader," she whispered, with a voice that dripped with lust. She pressed herself against him, and slowly began to bite his lip, her teeth almost piercing his flesh. Anakin hissed as his hands traveled through her hair again, pulling on the ends until her head was thrown back. Padme groaned and realized that she was now in a vulnerable position. Her eyes no longer twinkled with that virgin blue of before, but with a deep red, so surreal that Anakin almost gasped just looking at her.

Not waiting any longer, he pressed his lips against hers, taking the breath out of her. He owned her mouth, possessed it, controlled it. His tongue invaded the depths of her mouth and found her own tongue, just as alive and excited. Her small hands reached up towards his hair. She pulled down on his soft locks, giving her better access to his mouth. This duel continued, only allowing sighs to escape their mouths. The passion intensified, until Padme felt Anakin's hands slowly moving away from her face, down her neck, and onto her shoulders. With a grunt, he twirled her around and pushed her against the wall that he was previously jammed against. He attacked her mouth and body with more force than before, and Padme began to feel the heat rise within her core. She took initiative, and slid her hands into his robes, raking her nails down the small of his back. Anakin reacted to this by pressing himself even harder into her small frame. While continuing the assault on her mouth, he caressed her body, trying to keep himself from exploding.

Padme retreated from her ministrations on his back, and pulled her hands out, which were slightly laced with Anakin's blood. She pulled away from him for a moment and stuck her finger into her mouth, sucking on the blood until her finger was clean. Anakin watched with intensity as she placed her other finger near his mouth, pleading with her eyes. "Taste it, Vader," she said, watching him closely. He took her finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around her fingertip, swallowing the drops of blood that were his own. It tasted strong and caused his eyes to flash again. His attention returned to Padme's body as he began to pinch, squeeze and intrude every part of her being. He wanted her to cry out, to yell his name, to scream in pain. Padme felt this way too. She found his neck and began to nibble, slowly, and until she felt her teeth break the skin. She pulled away and licked the blood away, relishing in Anakin's moans of pain. The two were now feeding on each other's pain and anguish. They were finding ways to hurt each other.

They came to a point where Anakin was no longer satisfied. He began to tug at her hair, crying her name out louder than before. She continued to taste the inside of his mouth, occasionally biting his lip or tongue. She suddenly stopped and lowered her forehead against Anakin's chin. She stopped moving, even breathing all together. Anakin waited, but could feel the desire building up once again. He twitched underneath her, wanting to take her now. Finally, she raised her mouth against his ear and gently whispered. "Ravish me, Darth Vader. Ravish me with all of the energy you have. Hurt me, take me now. Slake your lust and become one with me." Anakin had, of course, made love to Padme before. But their bedroom rituals were often timid, and passionate in a loving and caring way. But this was different. Anakin knew that this wasn't about love, but about power, passion, sin, lust…the Dark side. Without a word, he quickly entered her, gripping her shoulders again. Padme moaned against his ear, her tiny little body filled to the brim with Anakin's. Anakin invaded her without thought or care, pushing himself inside her as far as he could. Padme began to scream into his ear, piercingly loud and estranged. Her arms clung to Anakin's neck and her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his neck while he pummeled her.

Wave after wave washed over Anakin's body as Padme's pain grew more and more powerful. He kept going, determined to get more. The blood within his veins was alive, pumping with adrenaline and desire. Padme urged Anakin on as she created a rhythm that matched his own. The two cried out in a final wave of ecstasy, their bodies against the wall. Their labored breathing grew normal again as they remained pressed against each other, breathing in the crisp, night air of Mustafar. After what seemed like an eternity, Anakin lifted Padme off of his shoulders. He rearranged his robes, pulling his hood up over his head again. Padme followed suit and led the way back towards her ship. Anakin followed behind, glancing back towards his own ship. Both of them knew, without speaking, of what was coming next.

Both of them waited inside the cockpit, holding each other inside their arms, saying nothing. Obi-Wan Kenobi entered the Mustafar system, his thoughts curious with the whereabouts of Padme, and Anakin himself. Little did he know what awaited him on the planet of fire…

MORE NOTES: Ok. I just wanted to give a little shout out to some of my reviewers

Yes, there will be ass kicking soon, but I'm not one that likes to give things away. Trust me, it'll happen. And yes, Haydn Christensen does have it goin' on. :D And I will be explaining later on in the story about Padme's Jedi skills and all that jazz. Keep reviewing!