Vader's Angel

By: wertman25

A/N: Just keep in mind that this is A/U and the characters aren't 100% like in the movie, but I don't plan on changing it that much!

Background: It has been two years since the creation of the Empire. Anakin and Padme never met. Sidious found Anakin when he was 7 years old on Tatooine and trained him as a Sith. Vader is not in his life support suit. Also, Anakin/Vader is 23… Padme is 21…

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Star Wars…. Or Anakin Skywalker… Which is a pity…

Author's Note: Thank you everyone for your constant love and support! I couldn't write this without you guys! Love every single one of you! Thanks for being patient with the other death and millions of papers to write for finals!

In honor of Star War's Day, I split the chapter in two so that you guys could have an update. You're welcome. May the 4th by with you! Enjoy!

Vader rushed through the darkness of his secret corridors, not admitting to himself that he was indeed fleeing from the scene. He was trying to leave whatever had happened behind him– leave his actions and the senator in the past. The Force was screaming around him, swirling like a never-ending whirlwind. Whatever he had done had caused a reaction in the Force, a reaction that he hoped his Master would not detect. Though Vader knew it was pointless to hope. It would have been nearly impossible to not feel such an explosion within the Force. Palpatine probably felt it the second that Vader had. Kriffing Sith hell, probably even the last of the Jedi hiding out on the deepest, farthest corner of the galaxy had felt it.

The thought enraged him, causing a war within himself. His failure list was growing, he was making too much mistakes, and it was all because of her. He could live with a few misplaced Jedi, he knew they would soon be gone, but the senator was different matter entirely. She had outsmarted him. She had taken him off guard. She had gotten under his skin. He had showed her sympathy. He had showed her weakness. He had showed her parts of the man. They were all mistakes that he had tried to fix time and time again. He had hurt her and frightened her; he had done everything possible to show her the nature of the Sith, but he could never handle her reaction. He had healed her and hidden the truth from her… why? He never knew the answer, but did he know now?

Trying to stop his thoughts, Vader turned abruptly and struck the wall with all his might. His mechanical hand collided with the metal wall, sending sparks into the air and causing Vader to hiss. The pain didn't faze him; the pain was a reminder of his reality– or his duty – of his meaning of existence.

Breathing deeply, Vader placed his hands on the wall and laid his head against the metal surface, allowing the coldness to seep into the skin of his forehead. The coldness contrasted with the heat and sweat rolling off his head, causing stings that felt like tiny needles prickling their way across his mind. He welcomed the new amount of pain into his soul, allowing it to relax him into his true nature. The pain brought back the reality.

What have I done?

What had he done? This wasn't the plan. None of it was. This was supposed to be a simple mission, receive and kill. Now what was it? Why did he kiss her? He wasn't even sure why he had done it. He couldn't even explain what he was feeling. He felt like a failure. He felt like he had betrayed himself. How had he allowed her to get under his skin so deeply? How could he have possibly allowed her to get to him?

There was too much going on within his own head – his own body that he didn't understand. He tried to calm the rush of energy that was invading his body, he tried to focus on the pain, but it was too strong. The war himself continued on inside his body and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Part of him wanted to turn back around and finish what he started. He wanted to complete his mission, return to a clean slate and rid himself of her presence forever. But another part of him wanted to turn back around and finish what he had literally just started. He wanted to feel her lips on his, her moans in his ears, and her body underneath his weight. He wanted to kiss her and kill her. He wanted her pleasure and her pain.

Perhaps this had always been one of his desires? Maybe he wanted her to have pleasure and pain from him. Wouldn't that be torture enough for her? Sleeping with the enemy? It wasn't like he was forming an attachment. He hated the woman– he wanted her dead. His pleasure would bring her pain. And wasn't it only right that a man acts this way around an attractive female? He had been denied the pleasure of another being for so long that being cooped up with one had finally taken its toll on him?

That would be true if you were a man.

He knew the words that echoed in his mind were true. He wasn't a man. He had been trained not to deal with emotions and problems such as these. She was a problem, and he had never felt this way about anyone before. He was sure now that she had to be an angel, because no one could torture him like this. He was unprepared for this battle. He didn't understand or know what had brought on his strange behavior regarding the senator, but he knew it must never happen again.

"Please." Senator Amidala whimpered, "More."

The image flashed within his mind before he could stop it, causing his heart to begin to race and the feeling of arousal to begin boiling through his blood. He felt the hardness in his member begin to reappear and he couldn't stop the rough moan that escaped his lips.

She had brought on his strange behavior. He didn't know why he had kissed her, but he knew why he had kissed her again. He had tried to stop– tried to pull away, but then she begged for him. She had pleaded for him to return. He had never heard anything so compelling in his life. She had wanted him. She had wanted him so much that was begging for him. She had pleaded– begged him to continue, and he had been compelled to answer.

He told himself it would never happen again, but if he couldn't kill her… Could he live without touching her? He never denied the spark that ran in between them when they touched, but being together: crushed against one another with their lips pressed in a ragging war was even more intense. He couldn't deny that a part of him wanted more– the evidence was even physical. It was possible that he had given in to his deepest desire, but it wasn't actually his. It was the man behind the monster.

Darth Vader didn't want this. Vader didn't need sex or companionship. Vader didn't moan behind closed doors or lose self-control because of a pretty face. This wasn't him, and that only angered him further.

He couldn't continue this. He couldn't! It wasn't right. The man– Skywalker, was supposed to be dead, only the monster remained. He couldn't afford this. His reputation was dwindling as it was. He was already in enough trouble. What if the senator told someone about their actions together – or she let her mind walls slip around his Master. What if his Master would find out? What if he already knew?

Pushing his thoughts deep into the back of his mind and locking all his emotions away, Vader fought to regain control of his body. He didn't have time to think about what had happened or what would happen. He had other duties to fulfill. He was going to be late, and lateness was not tolerated. Vader closed his eyes, breathing in the Dark Side of the Force. It was all he needed. He needed the power. He needed the pain. He needed the darkness. He needed the Force. And when he opened his eyes again, Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, was back in place.

When Vader arrived to the meeting, no one dared to question him as he made his way into the room– well, except one.

"You're late, Vader." Tarkin snapped from his chair across the room, not holding his tongue as the Sith Lord made his way around the table.

"And you're quite grotesque." Vader said simply, taking his spot behind his seat rather than in it so that he could stand to survey the room.

"Excuse me?" Tarkin growled, his knuckles white as his hands locked around the table while he pulled himself up from his chair in ragging anger.

"I thought we were stating the obvious." Vader replied dryly, not a shred of emotion in his voice.

Tarkin growled, even more livid than before; "Well, Vader–"

"Tarkin." Vader snapped, his patience running thin, "I see they have replaced your tongue, I would hate to put you back on that waiting list."

Immediately, Tarkin shifted back into his seat like a coward, his mouth closing to hide the newly replaced attachment and his still missing teeth. The sight pleased Vader, but he did not dwell.

He continued to survey the room, taking in the officers and Grand Moffs that had been required to come. It seemed that idiots from every corner of the galaxy had been required to travel to Coruscant to attend Sidious's meeting. It didn't make sense to Vader. Why his master would take men out of the battlefield, or more importantly, why even put such untalented men there in the first place?

"Come on. Stop being a creeper and start this meeting already, Vader. I need to get out of here and back to my girl."

The voice invaded Vader's mind, causing the Sith to have to resist the urge to groan and murder the man that sat on the far side of the table. Regardless of how Vader felt about his master's choices for military heads, the idiots in the room didn't even compare to the greatest of idiots that sat in the corner. Captain Muun and Palo Campton sat quietly and uncomfortably together at the far edge of the table, both keeping their eyes away from each other and Vader.

They were both on Vader's last nerves. Captain Muun knew better, and if she didn't act like she did, Vader wouldn't even have to end her– his master would. And the other idiot, Campton, kept his intentions hidden well enough, but his thoughts were a completely different matter. The man was worse than the other imbecile. Rush Clovis. Both men had a way of heating the flame of Vader's anger in ways that he would have thought impossible, but why?

"Come on!" Palo's thoughts complained again, "Where is the old man anyways?"

The thought took Vader back and for the first time as he looked around the room he noticed the absence of his master. Sith. That wasn't good. Was it? Vader physically remained calm, looking as though nothing had changed, but within, his mind was a rush. His thoughts were flooding his head, making his blood run cold. Where was his master? Why wasn't Sidious there? Did he know? Had he felt the disturbance?

"Lord Vader?"

Vader's head snapped towards the doorway at the sound of his name. He had been too preoccupied to feel or see anyone enter. Thankfully, it wasn't anyone that would notice. In the doorway a young man, Captain Piett, stood at attention– a man that should have been on the Executor.

Vader turned suspiciously towards the man, his arms wrapping across his chest in a show of dominance and anger, "What is it, Captain?"

Piett was unfazed by Vader's movement; instead, he took a step forward, bowing his head slightly to his commander as he spoke. "The Emperor was requested that you run the meeting, Lord Vader. He has been called into an urgent meeting, one that required his physical presence on his home planet of Naboo."

Vader gritted his teeth, his annoyance threatening to erupt. So his Master wasn't coming… It was a fact that made the monster snarl and the man rejoice. Now Vader would have to deal with this mess by himself, but he also wouldn't have to hide his ragging thoughts.

"I have traveled for days!" An officer erupted, standing up from his seat to look at Piett, "I have traveled for days because the Emperor requested me here himself! Now you tell me that–"

Snap.

The man couldn't even finish his sentence before he was dead on the floor. His body fell to floor like a rag doll that was thrown by a child, flying down to the group with his neck twisted in an unnatural direction. Everyone's shock filled eyes flew from the broken body to the Sith Lord– Palo's eyes, the most bewildered of them all. Vader, however, made no action to clue that he had even been the culprit. In fact, he hadn't even moved. Usually, Vader would make a scene with such killings or at the very least make a threat before doing so… but it seemed that the officer wasn't even worth the time it would take to choke him. It would have been easier to snap his neck, and so, Vader had.

"Captain Piett." Vader eventually called, Piett's eyes moving away from the twisted body and back to his commander.

"Sir?"

"Why aren't you on the Executor?" Vader asked, making the entire room aware of his new amount of anger and coldness, "Was that not my commands to you?"

"Yes, sir." The captain responded nervously, "But the Emperor requested me here for other matters. I will return shortly."

Vader turned away from his captain, trying to regain his control. Fear was like a drug to him. He wanted– needed people to fear him. Pain was his reminder, but fear was his fuel. His anger and power, fed off of it… but now, the emotions were running wild. Vader turned completely away from his captain and towards the table, fearing that if he didn't turn away, he would kill the man. He knew that would be a mistake. Vader liked the man, although he would never admit it. Piett was a good and loyal worker, not like the other slugs and pests that littered the room with their presence.

"Good." Vader replied; his voice strained, "Sit."

Piett was taken back, overwhelmed by it all; he gave Vader a strange look, "Excuse me, sir?"

Vader took a step away from his own seat, opening it up for the man. Vader knew he was in no state to be running the meeting, but with his master gone, he could not leave. Piett was one of his men, and a good one at that. The young man had a lot to learn, and this could only help. Not to mention, the help it would do for Vader.

"Sit." Vader repeated, his voice becoming harder as he pointed to the chair.

Piett stared at the chair for a long moment before finally understanding Vader's meaning. "Thank you, sir!" Piett thanked quickly, trying to hide his joy of being allowed into a meeting before he made his way to Vader's seat.

Vader didn't respond. He slowly walked to his right, taking his own Master's spot at the table. "Tarkin," He announced as he sat, "you may begin."

Tarkin nodded, surprisingly not making an attempt to push Vader's nerves any further. They both knew that Vader was the one who was suppose to be giving the report, but they also both had their reasons of why it was better for Tarkin to speak on the matter anyways. Tarkin shared Palpatine's love for the technological terror that they had created; Vader did not. Vader was also in no mood for speaking, Tarkin was.

Tarkin began the report, explaining in great detail of just the reason why the Emperor had called them all here on such short notice. It was a report that Vader had heard from his Master previously – one that Vader still disagreed with. He didn't understand why his master would think– or even want to share the details of the weapon would so many people. Especially Palo Campton.

"It will all make sense, Vader." Sidious had said, and although Vader had nodded his head to his master, it hadn't meant he had agreed.

Just like before, as Tarkin continued to talk, Vader found himself zoning out of the entire meeting– not that any of the inbreeds would notice. He would usually never allow himself to do such a thing, but he couldn't help himself. He was tired– too tired. He was making too many mistakes… and it was all because of her. She hadn't allowed him to rest. Why couldn't she allow his to rest? If she still had nightmares why did she have to be so stubborn? He had laid with her at night, and he took the opportunity when she wanted it to stop, but he never thought it would be like this. She needed sleep and he needed rest.

Vader's hands tightened underneath the table, realizing that he allowed the thought of the senator to make its way back into his mind. He tried, but failed to push her out again. He tried to clear his mind, but he couldn't. This is bad. He couldn't keep her out. He let too many walls down with her. He showed too many weaknesses. She was becoming one of his weaknesses.

With thoughts of her on his mind, he reached out into the Force to search for her. He just couldn't stop himself. He couldn't even come up with a lie to spin to himself; he just wanted to feel her again. He felt her presence instantly, pulling him in like a magnetic force. She had returned to her work just as he had, but she also was preoccupied with thoughts of him in her head. The fact made part of him pleased– but another part infuriated.

"Sith." The senator whispered, her hands cradling her head as she closed her eyes, "He hasn't talked to me in weeks and then he does that?"

Vader frowned to himself. There was that statement again, the one she had been screaming at him so time before. Had he not spoken to her in weeks? He knew he had been keeping his distance, but he didn't know it had affected her so greatly… or why she seem so concerned with the matter. Most people wanted– and were thrilled when he decided to ignore them. Most people wanted him to keep his distance or even just disappear, but the senator seemed to be in distress that he had even tried.

"I'm not telling you!" The senator exclaimed in response to the droid beside her before shaking her head, "I just don't understand. And then Palo! What do I do about him? What do you think of them? Vader and Palo?"

Vader closed his eyes, listening intently in on the conversation when he realized that the senator was in lesser terms, comparing the two men. Campton and himself. And even better, she was speaking to the droid about it. Vader didn't care what she said– or at least that's what he told himself, he just wanted to be certain she wouldn't let anything slip.

"Come on." The senator begged, "You have to have some opinion on them."

Vader almost laughed, hearing the desperation in her voice. He didn't laugh because of the desperation itself, but because of the situation she would be getting herself into when or if she heard the droid's answer. The astromech droid didn't have much love for the Nubian man. After all, on the first day that Campton had arrived the little droid had come to retrieve him. Vader had been walking his halls when, all of a sudden, the little, blue droid speed towards him, beeps and whistles ablaze. It had taken him a moment to recognize the droid, but luckily for the senator's droid, Vader was more civilized with droids than he was with humans. Droids were fixable, relatable even. Not humans– Vader didn't understand them.

The droid beeped his refusal causing the senator to groan. "You're no help at all." She complained before laying her head on her desk.

Her mind was running. She was thinking about so much and at such at fast rate that not even Vader could comprehend half of it… but as her thoughts turned into a vision. One thing screamed within her mind above all the rest.

Munn moaned loudly, feeling Vader's growing manhood pushing against her sex. Her moans continued to get louder and louder with each passing second, allowing Vader to take his opportunity. With Muun's mouth open in an "o" position, the Sith wasted no time thrusting his thick tongue into her mouth, sucking down on her tongue as he did. There were no love in their kisses– intimacy and sex where not filled with love.

A growl escaped his lips, one that was filled with arousal and anger. He was growing impatient. Picking her up and swinging her over the desk, Vader slammed her hard against the desk.

"Oh gods!" Muun exclaimed, practically begging for more, "Take me again, Vader! Take me again!"

Vader laughed, a low, dangerous, but heavenly seductive laugh. "Only for you." He whispered, before his mouth was on hers again.

The images were dreadfully clear in her mind. The senator didn't think he escaped her to go to a meeting, but rather to have an affair with Captain Muun. Vader let out a deep, annoyed sigh of hot air. Why did she always think he was with another woman? Did she not understand he had other things to do? And more importantly, why did she care what he did? Why did she care so much that it hurt her to image such things? Of him and Munn, him pleasuring Muun in ways that she wanted.

That she wanted?

Vader's heart dropped. The senator wanted to be pleased in ways like this? The images began to play themselves louder and clearer within Vader's mind, so much that he began to withdraw himself from her mind completely.

What did she not understand? He was avoiding her to stop whatever was happening between them. He knew that something had been off. He knew it was wrong– the things they were doing, and he had been looking for an out for a long time. She had pressed his limits and it was only then that he knew that he had to take back control. He he had avoided her at all costs. He had even avoided her further when the man, Campton, had entered into her life… not admitting to himself of the reasons why.

Thinking of Campton brought Vader's mind back to the room. He tried to stay locked onto her Force signature, but Campton's mind had invaded and was too wild to ignore. The man's thoughts were on Senator Amidala as well… in the most inappropriate of terms.

"Please!" The senator cried; Campton's body crushing her and his manhood buried deep within her warmth, "Please, give me more!"

Vader frowned, crossing his arms tightly over his chest and accidently catching the eyes of the men closest to him. His slightest movement always kept them on their toes. They feared he disagreed with them, or would make them suffer like the dead officer on the floor– but truly today, he didn't care. The snapping of the man's neck had been a moment of anger and loss of control. Now, he was too annoyed to care, and Palo Campton was not making his mood any better.

The man's mind became impossible to ignore, causing Vader's annoyance to only grow. What was worse was even Captain Muun's thoughts were beginning to invade his mind– her thoughts concerning nothing about the meeting and only Palo Campton. The fact made Vader even regret his decision to bring Captain Muun into his graces, she was not living up to what he knew she could do. She had potential and was blowing it quickly. Just because he was not concentrated on the meaning didn't mean he expected his officers to do the same.

"Gods," Palo though to himself, "She will be a great ride."

"I bet he's trying to get back with her." Muun thought angrily, "I can ruin that all over again. I won him once. I can win him again"

As the thoughts of the pair continued to invade Vader's mind, he couldn't help but think back. He didn't care if his master said it was all in good time. Why did Palpatine let such a foolish man in? They were practically giving Campton information and the man wasn't even listening. Sidious and Vader both knew there was a larger game being played, but perhaps Campton was just a bad game piece. There was no reason for an artist to come to Coruscant for a matter such as stolen artifacts. Not at a time like this. Campton was up to something, and it was only a matter of time before Vader figured out what.

"Vader." The senator moaned, his body pressed against her while he laid her cross the surface of her desk. "Please" She begged, gripping at his belt, trying desperately to pull him closer, "I need you."

Vader bit back a moan as the senator's thoughts invaded his mind. Again, she had found his way in; only this time in her mind, it was her underneath him, not Muun. Vader found this even more arousing as the scene continued to play in his head. He tried to stop it, but it was overwhelming– intoxicating. Her images brought back the feeling of her touch, of her kiss, and of her body. He wanted more... and before Vader even knew what he was doing, he was walking out the door. He heard the yells from behind him as he exited, but they didn't stop him. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care. Not today. His master was gone, and his thoughts were wild. The hardness was beginning to form itself below his belt, and he could feel his heart slamming against the confinements of his chest.

He found himself stalking into her office like a wild animal, not caring if he looked deranged. As he entered, her droid beeped wildly causing the senator to wake up from her daydream and look up with shocked eyes.

"Vader!" She exclaimed, jumping up from her chair as her face becoming a deep shade of red.

Vader stood in the center of her office, not even attempting to calm his wild breathing. "Out." He growled, pointing to the droid. "Now."

The droid didn't move at first, instead he turned to his mistress. The senator looked to him as well, giving him a small nod that did anything but hide her fear. It made the droid hesitate, but he still did as he was told. He rolled past Vader, before disappearing out into the hallway. The second the droid was out, however, Vader raised his hand and used the Force to close the doors. The senator shook as the doors swung shut with a mighty boom, locking them both inside.

They stood in silence for a long moment, him staring at her, while she chose to stare at the ground.

"I had a meeting today." He stated before he could stop himself.

The statement made the senator look up from the ground in confusion, "What?"

"A meeting?" He repeated, his voice filled with annoyance and exhaustion, "You know how you work in your office? I do work too."

Padme frowned, circling her desk, "… And?"

Vader laughed, a cold laugh that made the senator freeze. "And, I couldn't do it…" He stated, taking a long pause before he steadied his voice, "Because every time I try, I hear your thoughts loud and clear."

Padme gasped, hardly reacting to Vader's anger, and instead only hearing the words of his confession.

"Your thoughts of Muun." Vader continued as he took a step forward, closing in on her with each confession, "Of Campton. Of me."

Padme took a large gulp as the back of her legs came in contact with her desk and Vader closed in on her. Literally putting her between a Sith and a hard place.

"I'm sorry." Padme breathed, looking at his chest as he came closer to her.

He watched her for a long moment, thankful for the height difference between them so that he could look down on her. He couldn't see her face and he didn't want to invade her thoughts, but he didn't believe her. He couldn't. He wanted her too much. "Are you?" He pressed, his voice now only filled with anger and arousal.

She looked up at him slowly, her face flushed and her eyes glossy. She shook her head slowly; her eyes moving to the space where she knew his lips were hidden beneath the hood. She didn't answer his question; instead, she lunged towards him. In a second, her hands wrapped around his hooded neck and were pulling him down to her. She couldn't really pull him, but Vader didn't resist. He wanted it too, and as their lips came together, he used the Force to turn off all the lights in the room; not taking a chance that she would see him.

They pulled themselves together in the darkness, breathing each other in and trying desperately to fill their needs. At first, the kiss was wild– even wilder than before. It was a kiss filled with need, anger, and confusion… but soon, the kiss just turned into lust and need. It was hot and wild– the senator clawing at his chest while he held her face tightly within his grasp. He– they couldn't think of anything else, but neither of them cared. They needed each other and they didn't care if they didn't understand it.

As their lips continued their battle, a growl escaped from Vader's lips, one that was filled with arousal and anger. He was frustrated– in more ways than one. But he couldn't stop– he didn't want to stop. Her moans were fueling him on– they both needed more.

Picking her up, he held her for a moment, their lips continuing their battle as if there was nothing changing outside of their kiss. As he raised her into the air, the senator wrapped her legs around his waist while his hands settled underneath her bottom. She grinded her core against his waist and Vader couldn't help the low moan that escaped his lips. He loved the feeling of her core– her heat against him. He could feel it through his layers of clothing and he had never felt anything so intoxicating in his entire life. Nothing could feel better– he was sure of it.

Vader sat her upon her desk before he laid her back against the surface of it with his body. He pulled away from her for a moment, both of them breathing wildly. He had no plans of stopping– his mind was already too far gone. His need was throbbing, painfully rubbing against the inners of his pants. She looked perfect beneath him, her body sprawled out for him and her legs wrapped around his waist; like she belonged there. She was so tiny, so beautiful… so perfect.

"Is this what you want, Senator?" He asked; his voice filled with such an exotic tone that he couldn't even recognize it.

She nodded, her hands latching onto the sides of his cloak as she tried to pull him back to her lips. "I want you." She whispered.

Her sentence drove him even madder and his lips were upon hers again without a second thought. He was sure the weight of their kisses would cause bruises upon each other's lips, but he couldn't lesson his weight– her kisses weren't enough, he needed to be closer. They continued kissing with fierce urgency as if they were the source for each other's oxygen supply. They needed each other– now. It was undeniable. Their sinister moans and cries filling the air were proof of that. Before they could even comprehend what was happening, it was too late to go back.

The senator groaned helplessly beneath him as she began to grind her core against his hardness. The movement only fueled him more. They were both beyond the point of being able to think clearly anymore. Vader could sense her need and he wanted to do anything to please her. His lips moved to her neck, licking and sucking the hot skin in a ways that made him feel like he was claiming her. Her arms were crushed beneath his chest, but the feeling of her pulling his tunic, wanting him closer made him want to be even closer. But how?

As the senator continued to squirm and move beneath him, he could feel her dress beginning to bunch at his waist. He could feel as the material confining her warmth became less and less, until it was nearly nothing. Eventually, her dress was completely bundled around her waist, leaving only his clothing and her underwear as barriers for their need. He rubbed his core against hers, ignoring the pain of the material against his erection. As her body rocked against the desk, the material that hid her maidenhood began to tear, rubbing too roughly against the surface until it was no more.

The moment the material snapped away, the senator let out a loud cry, the coldness of the air and the hotness of Vader mixing in a deadly duel. Vader felt the change of the lack of material immediately, making his body turn against him even more crazily.

"Please!" The senator screamed, "Please!"

Everything after the senator's pleads became a wild blur to Vader. Something inside of him snapped between hearing her pleads and feeling her body. He needed her and he could sense she needed him. She was begging for him and he had to do as she asked. He pulled away from her, breaking away from his trails of sloppy kisses, and leaving her wanting for him, right there on the desk. Her legs were spread, hanging over the side of the desk, and her most exposed area was right there waiting for him. It caused his body to become even more aroused. He needed her– now.

Wasting no time, he freed his erection from the confines of his pants, hissing loudly as it sprung free. He didn't remove anything else, just opened the small part of his pants. He closed in on her again, moving closer and rubbing his member over her opening. They both moaned at the touch of their privates rubbing together– the new feeling overwhelming their bodies. And then, with one thrust of his hips, he was inside of her. Padme cried loudly as he entered, causing him to pause for a moment, allowing her body to adjust. But he couldn't bring himself to wait as long as he would of liked before he was thrusting into her again. He slid himself in and out of her, slamming her into the desk as he stood before her at the edge. Padme groaned loudly as he broke though her maidenhead and buried himself deep inside her. As he found his rhythm, he leaned towards her seizing her lips with his mouth again to capture her moans. They stayed like this till they both found their release, her becoming a puddle on her desk and collapsing on top of her.

They laid like that for a long moment, the only sound being that of their breathing while they laid together still connected. It was a moment away from the galaxy, a moment where their minds had ceased– a moment where nothing mattered except themselves–except each other. But the moment couldn't last forever– and it didn't, because as Vader pushed away from the senator in the darkness, pulling himself out of her, and turning away; he felt his mind begin to tame. He stood motionlessly in the darkness, turned away from the senator, not able to comprehend what had just occurred. It was only when the senator began to cry that his world began to crumble around him.

"Oh gods!" She cried, "What have we done?"

The reality of the situation began to fall into place around him, and the Force began to swirl. His mind was back to thinking clearly, lust and arousal gone. It all began to build up inside him, all becoming too much until he had to explode.

"Kriff!" Vader roared, snapping his lightsaber off of his belt and throwing it at the farthest wall.

What had they done?

Author's Note: WHAT!? AHHHH! Okay, yeah. Didn't see that coming, did you? Neither did I, but hey, when I rewrote and decided to split the chapter that's what happened. It will be explained in the 2nd part of the chapter and I don't know about you, but wtf just happened and what is Padme thinking? Reviews please!

2nd Author's Note: Still got lots of finals, so I'll try to update soon! Happy Star Wars Day! May the 4th by with you! ;)