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…
What have I done?
The question sparked Vader's anger, allowing the monster inside to erupt with pure fury. A roar escaped from his lips before he could even try to control himself. He began to flip and throw the nearest objects with a flick of his wrist, before smashing whatever was near him with his metal fist. He felt the pain of each blow radiate back to the stub of his arm, burning with each spark that it caused. Soon, his flesh hand also found it's way into the fight, hitting anything that was within radius. He was sure that shards of the broken items had dug through his glove because he felt blood oozing down his hand. It burned– but he strengthened him.
What had he done?
He knew what he had done, but he didn't know why or how he had let it occur. So the question still was: what had he truly done? Physically he knew, but mentally he had no answers. He had lost control in a way that he never had before. He had never had such urges– felt such a pull. His actions were addicting– pleasing. He never felt like this before; he wanted more, but he knew he shouldn't. He didn't want her. He didn't need pleasure– but then why had he done this?
Breathing deeply, Vader caged the animal inside and froze to allow his anger to overtake him in different ways. He couldn't afford to lose control like this, not with so many of his people near by. Word would get back to his master if they heard him, and he didn't need anyone adding to his master's suspicion. Vader closed his eyes, fighting for control. The Force was spinning around him, creating a whirlwind of darkness. He had never tried to control himself, never like this and despite his best efforts, things in the room continued to shatter and the room seemed to be shaking. He couldn't stop.
What had he done?
"Vader." The senator cried from behind him, "Stop. Please stop."
Her voice reminded him of his actions. The reality of what he was doing– what he had done hit him like a ton of bricks… but in a strange way, her voice also brought him sanity. He didn't know why. He didn't know how… but he accepted it. He needed it, and right now, he wouldn't fight it. He breathed in his relief, trying to push everything to the back of his mind.
"Kriff." Vader cursed lowly, trying to regain his self-control. What was happening to him? What had he done?
You have ruined everything.
Feeling the grip of his sanity slipping through his fingers, Vader began to pace, hoping it would help control the monster. He walked back and forth in the front of the room, making sure to keep as far away from the senator as humanly possible without leaving the room.
"Vader." The senator whispered, almost crying as she pushed up from the desk, "What is happening?"
It was a good question, but he didn't know the answer. He didn't know. He had no idea. It made no sense to him. Hadn't he convinced himself that it would never happen again– any physical contact with her? Hadn't he told himself that it was nothing? Yet he hadn't even been able to keep his self control for more than a few hours. What could that possibly mean? It had never happened before– at least not like this.
"Please don't ignore me." She said shaking her head in the darkness, her voice breaking.
He didn't know why, but he didn't flee. He knew he should. He should walk away and leave her, like he did after they kissed in the hallway… but he didn't, he just continued to pace, as if going back and forth would bring him a solution. He fought his urges over and over again, trying not to lose control, but he didn't know how long he could suppress his need for blood.
Vader growled inwardly, his annoyance finally overtaking his anger. This is why angels and demons shouldn't play games. Darkness always won, but that didn't mean the light didn't put up one hell of a fight. But it didn't matter, because darkness always won. So his solution would be just to win. He should kill her. He should get rid of the problem. He should do what he had promised he would do for months… but could he? Should he?
"Please don't ignore me." She repeated, as if he hadn't heard her before.
He rolled his eyes at the idiotic statement. He wasn't ignoring her. He just didn't know the answer to her question so why would he say anything? Why could he just saying nothing and she could just understand? He didn't know the answer to her question; there wasn't one, so why couldn't he stay silent?
"Please." She breathed again, a small cry on the tip of her tongue.
"I don't know." He finally stated, the three words burning his lips. He was Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith. 'I don't know' were three words that did not fit into his vocabulary. He always knew, and on the slight change that he didn't, he would never admit to it.
"I deserve a better answer than that."
He frowned at her comment, his irritation growing. "It's not a joke, Senator!" He snapped, "I have no idea! And I don't use that phrase often!"
A cry escaped from her lips because of his harshness, and she no doubt was trying to muffle the sound of her cry with her hand. Vader quickly realized that she hadn't meant the phrase in the way that had meant that he was lying to her. She was scared– he could have heard it in her tone if he would have tried. She didn't know what was happening just as much as he didn't know. She hated herself– just like he did for allowing it to happen. It sickened her that she wanted the enemy. She was scared for many reasons.
Vader breathed, returning to his rapid pace. "I don't know what this is." He confessed, not noticing that he had switched to another tongue, "How did this even happen? How could I have allowed it to happen?"
He could hear her begin to cry harder from the direction of her desk but he still refused to look towards her. He couldn't . He feared what might happen if he did.
"Vader…" She whispered, obviously fighting back more tears, "Can you turn on the lights, now?"
"No." He replied, still using his other native tongue. Light would only make it worse. They could see fine in the darkness, and the light would shatter what was left of their reality.
"I can't understand you."
Her statement made Vader pause and frown in the darkness before he realized his mistake. He was going insane; his brain wasn't functioning correctly, there was something wrong. "Light will make it worse." He stated in his formal language as he began his walk again, though he immediately regretted it when he felt her break even more. Through the Force he could feel that she felt weak and powerless, two things he did not want to feel at a time like this. She was starring out into the darkness, but could not see the slightest hint of him. She could not move because the darkness held her prisoner. He had truly forgot that she couldn't see him. It was impossible for anyone, except himself, to see in the office's light– or lack of light. Vader was adjusted to the dark– he was made for this darkness. She wasn't. He was a creature of the night and she was anything but.
"Please." She whispered again, and this time, he was forced to answer.
He paused completely for the first time, fixing himself and making sure everything was perfectly hidden. He didn't know how he looked, but he knew that his body was covered again. He just hoped she did the same, though he couldn't bring himself to look. He forced the images of her naked core laying out and waiting for him away from his mind. He flashed the lights on, deciding to return to his walk of the room rather than looking at her.
Minutes of silence passed before either of them spoke, her remaining still while he continued to walk. It was the senator that broke the silence first, her eyes glued to him in a way that made him want to look away even more. "Can you at least look at me?" She asked; her voice broken, more broken that he had ever heard it.
"Why?" He barked, not meaning to sound as harsh as he did. He was stressed, irritated, and his anger was threatening to unleash… but he truly was curious. He really did want to know why she wanted him to look at her.
"I don't know." She said, for the first time sounding angry, "Maybe because you took my virginity?"
Vader tried not to react to her bold statement, but it made something within him snap. He tried to play it off in hopes to control his rising temper, but he was sure she saw the way his step shuffled. He couldn't stop moving because if he did, he might erupt. It was easier to play it off, it kept the monster at bay; but to the man, her statement bothered Vader. It angered him– made him uncomfortable. It was they, not him correct? Was it not a two way street? Wasn't she as guilty as he was? Maybe even more? Was she not the one that started this? She was the one that begged him. She was the one that fueled him on. She didn't stop him. She wanted it, just like he had. He hadn't raped her. He hadn't forced her. They had done this together. It wasn't him. He didn't do this. This wasn't his fault.
"Please, look at me." She said again, bringing him back to reality. Her voice made him pause before he took a deep breath and turned to look at her. His chest nearly combusted when he saw the woman that starred back at him. The senator had pushed herself up onto a sitting position on her desk while countless broken items were spilled around her on the floor. Her face was pale– streaked with tears and her makeup was smeared off her face. Her eyes looked broken– scared and shattered. Her skin was red and blotchy, almost swollen from where his hands and lips had touched her. Her hair had fallen out of its pins and there were marks on her neck– marks from him. He had done this to her.
But that didn't matter, because his member still twitched at the sight before him. Kriffing Sith hell. What is happing? Ignoring the second urge, Vader decided to take control. He walked over to her; surprised at his own actions and the fact that she didn't move away from him as he approached. Her wide brown eyes stayed glued to him as he moved. He inspected her skin, wiping away some of her makeup that had come down her face. His fingers ran over the blotches on her neck, feelings the heat through the leather and witnessing the obvious shiver that it caused the senator.
"You're going to have to cover that." He stated, voiding his voice of any emotion as he flipped his hand over to allow the cold leather to touch her hot skin in hopes of giving some relief.
He could see the panic race through her eyes at his statement as her hand flew up to her neck, almost hitting his own, "Hide what?"
He didn't answer, he just continued, knowing she would figure it out. He pulled his hand away and moved to hair, pulling out the pins that are already falling out of her mess of brown knots. "You have to fix your hair, and put it around your neck."
Surprisingly, she did as she was told. She quickly combed her fingers through her hair before she brought it over her shoulders to hide her neck. Thankfully, her brown locks kept the blotches hidden from sight.
As she continued to fix her hair, Vader turned his attention to the floor and the thousands of shards that were shattered upon it.
He groaned to himself as he locked his fingers around his belt. Way to go, Vader. How are you going to clean this up?
The senator laughed, a laugh that was mixed with relief and pain. "My mom hates this dress, like hates it. Did you know that? You wouldn't know that, but she really does. She absolutely hates it."
Vader frowned for a small moment at the senator's comments, but decided to actually ignore her this time. He could feel her mental status being drained as the reminder of what had happen hit in like a blaster to the face; but for Vader, her comments did not making the situation better, he would just have to ignore her and continue to try to fix the situation.
"She told me that I would never lose my virginity in this dress." The senator continued, "Guess she was wrong."
Vader began to use the Force to pick up the larger items in the room, setting them back in place as the senator continued to babble.
"It has the inability to attract men, she always said. I always used to wear it in spite of her actually."
He didn't respond to her, but instead began to pace the room again. He had picked up all he could, but it still wasn't enough. The room was a wreck , so was the senator, so was he. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't think. The evidence was all around him and there was no way of ridding himself of it without anyone noticing.
"I never thought that I would lose my virginity to Lord Vader either though." Padme laughed again, "Funny how t–"
"Senator." Vader snapped, unable to hear anymore, "Shut up." He heard her say a response, but he didn't catch what she actually said. He had already moved on with another idea. He knew whom he could call. Quickly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his personal comlinks. "Threepio." He called into the device as he raised it to his lips. "See Threepio."
There was no response on the other side, but the familiar name had caught the senator's attention. "What are you doing?" She asked, pushing herself off of the desk and onto the floor.
He didn't answer her, deciding that she could figure out the answer to her own question.
"Threepio." He repeated into the device, again receiving no response.
The senator rolled her eyes at him and twisted her arms over her chest as she gave him a hard look. "You're rude." She growled, "In more ways than one."
Vader frowned at her comment, looking towards her with in confusion. What was that suppose to mean?
"Master!" A voice replied happily from the device, causing Vader to roll his eyes and turn his attention back to the comlink, "I'm so very sorry! It seems that I left my comlink in–"
"Threepio." Vader growled, cutting the droid off before switching to his second native tongue: Huttese, "I need your help."
"What's wrong?" 3PO replied in the same tongue, his voice void of happiness and filled with only concern.
"We have a problem." Vader replied, "I need you to come to the senator's office immediately."
3PO did not respond for a small moment, probably imagining the number unlimited possibilities that he could be walking into. "Is everything alright, master?" He asked.
"Just get in here, Threepio."
The senator scurried up behind him, amazing him again at her closeness. "What are you saying?"
Vader turned so that his back was to the senator, ignoring the huff of annoyance that she breathed as he did. "Just now, Threepio." He urged, "Get over here, right now."
"Yes, master." Threepio responded, "I'll be there soon."
Without another word Vader shoved the device back into his pocket before turning to the senator. He paused, however, mid-turn as his head snapped towards the door. He felt a small disturbance, something outside the door or in the senate. His heart stopped as he reached out into the Force, not receiving a direct answer. It was not his master, but it was a disturbance of someone close. He had been too preoccupied for the last few hours to feel anything other than… her, but now he was beginning to awaken. Darth Vader was awakening.
"Vader." The senator said, coming to his side and following his gaze, "What is it?"
"I have to go." Vader replied simply as he began to walk towards the door.
"Vader!" The senator called, chasing after him with thousands of possibilities on her mind.
"Let no one in, only Threepio. Do not speak a word of this." He commanded as he called his lightsaber into his grasp and exited the room without looking back. He couldn't escape unnoticed, however, because troopers were waiting for him the moment he exited the chamber.
"Lord Vader." A trooper saluted, "Your troopers are waiting for your orders, sir."
Vader frowned as he continued to walk, needing to be away from the senator's office. "On what grounds."
The trooper shuffled as if uncomfortable, not giving Vader an answer.
"Today, trooper." He snapped, his irritation level still high. He closed his eyes as he walked, reaching out into the Force and pushing the senator out of every corner of his mind. He didn't need her there, she wasted space, and he couldn't afford it again. He couldn't deal with their problem right now– he needed to deal with this.
"We assumed you knew, sir." The trooper commented, causing Vader to growl.
"Knew what?" Vader snapped impatiently.
"About the attack on the Imperial troops stationed on Anthan 13, sir."
Vader froze, almost shocked. "What?"
"They were attacked about a standard hour ago." The trooper reported, his voice almost shaking because of his leader's lack of knowledge. This wasn't something that usually happened. Vader always had at least some idea. He was never in the dark.
"By who?" Vader snapped, "Why wasn't I contacted?"
"We tried your comlink, sir." The trooper responded, "And we had troopers stationed outside the Emperor's wing to catch you once the meeting had dispersed. We had no idea that you had already left." The trooper paused for a moment, before speaking again, this time slightly more formal, " But whoever did this, the bastards escaped. We have no news back on the attackers, but we assume they have affiliation with the Rebellion."
Vader fought back a growl. Why did these things always happen at the most inconvenient of times and when he was preoccupied? He looked at the time, groaning inwardly. Someone would have to take the senator back to his establishments and it would not be him.
"Send the nearest squadrons for help." Vader reported; walking forward while the troopers filled in beside and behind him. "I want a full report about how this happened and I want the infiltrators of the base captured. I have something to take care of, but I will meet you in the Emperor's personal hanger bay in ten minutes."
"Yes, sir!" "Right away, sir!" Both troopers responded before they commanded other troopers to join them in following Lord Vader's orders.
Vader, however, walked away from his troops, fleeing into his secret hall. He breathed in the darkness as he entered, allowing the usual comfort of the cold. But the cold and darkness only calmed his soul, not his anger. He had too many issues, and now this. He was too busy for all of this. How had this all even occurred? How could he have allowed this to occur? He breathed in again, pushing out the images of the senator that entered his mind. He didn't need her. His desires had changed; now he craved only blood. He would not allow him to ruin her– he would deal with her later and this now.
Still, regardless of his course of action, he had to deal with the senator now… but in a totally different way. He couldn't leave her in the Senate unsupervised nor could he take her home himself. He paused for a moment, thinking of possibilities. He knew that Threepio was more than capable of taking her back to his establishments, but he feared the amount of information the droid would expose. Maybe Piett? No, he needed Piett. The meeting today had allowed Captain Piett to step up to his full potential, answering questions that he knew the answers to, just like the Sith Lord had. Vader had a mental note to promote him later and taking the senator back to his establishments would be anything but a reward. He thought again for a moment before thinking of the best solution: Captain Muun.
Captain Muun could make up for the issues she caused for him. She hated Senator Amidala, so this would be her punishment for her behavior. She could deal with the Senator for him and dislike every moment of it. He had issues to solve, problems to fix, and an entire army to run. Everyone was looking to him, and if he slipped on the job, he had no doubt Sidious would notice. He didn't have time to deal with a chemically imbalanced, jealous officer, nor did he have time to deal with his broken senator. Muun would pay for what she had done, because he would suffer the consequences.
What didn't the female officer understand? Hadn't he made it clear that she was expected to do and go farther that half the men that she worked for? His master looked for every and any reason to fire women from his regiments, and she had just given a reason why. He had stuck his neck out for the woman, something he didn't do often. But he knew she had potential, if she ever got passed her ever-going emotions… or obsession with the idiot Campton. She was a skilled leader if she was focused on the task at hand. Not that she showed any of her skills today– besides jealousy and obsession. He knew his master hated females, thinking that they were weak and inferior. Vader wasn't as foolish as the old man. He knew it didn't matter what the person sex was. He knew hundreds of females that were strongest than one of his male officers. Not that anyone proved it today…
Besides maybe Senator Amidala…
Vader groaned inwardly at his thoughts, before he forced them away and exited his hall. He knew he had to keep those kinds of thoughts out of his mind– that he had to keep the memories out of his mind. Senator Amidala was always underestimated– he had even done it himself; but this was not her fault. It was theirs, and he was sane enough to know that if he didn't kill her, he would have to deal with it later.
He made his way towards the senator's office, but immediately paused when he noticed that the doors to her office were open. Kriff. He cursed to himself, running over possibilities in his head. This was a mistake. She hadn't listened to him. She told someone. His master knew. Someone had caught them. He was over. Taking a deep breath, he continued his walk, silently hoping that instead of any of the possibilities, it was just that Threepio had been a miracle worker.
As Vader neared the Senator's office, he breathed a sigh of relief. He could see that Captain Muun had entered the senator's office– her very clean office. He saw no sign of Threepio, but felt the presence of someone coming up behind him. It wasn't Threepio, however, but someone even more irritating. Palo Campton decided to chase Vader down to join his stroll. When Palo did reach him, the man had to run to keep up with him and Vader made sure he didn't slow his pace to make it any easier for the man.
"Wasn't that some meeting, Vader?" Palo remarked as they walked through the doorway of Senator Amidala's office, "A waste of time if you ask me. You're lucky you made an exit so early."
Vader fought the urge to break the man's neck, but he decided to ignore him completely. He looked towards the two women in the room– Captain Muun was motionless, but the senator had raised her head at his arrival, almost seeming embarrassed and slightly pleased to have him back in her presence.
He ignored her completely though, not sure if he would be able to control himself if he looked towards her. He told himself he didn't want her, but his body felt differently. It made him hate her even more. This did not happen to him. It would not happen to him. He would deal with that issue later, now he had a more urgent affair.
"Captain Muun." He stated, "Escort Senator Amidala back to my establishments."
Both women paled, but for completely different reasons. One face was out of hatred while the other was out of shock. Almost immediately the senator rounded her desk, practically tripping over her feet. "Why?" She asked, almost offended that it was not he that would be taking her back. Her thoughts were ablaze with what she had done– they had done and the thought that this was the consequence of her actions. She thought he was ignoring her– which he was, but in a more complex sort of way. She was playing her part almost as perfectly as he was, pretending as if nothing had happened and waiting until the walls finally broke to figure out their issue, but still, he mind was a wildfire. Vader ignored her, pushing out her thoughts and looking only at the captain.
"Yes… sir." Captain Muun eventually responded, her face unable to regain color. He could feel her emotions clouding her judgment, but it was in a way that brought him pleasure. She was angry– even angry with him, and it was feeling that he relished in.
Without another word, Vader turned to walk out, to leave all three of them behind him, but before he could make a step, the senator grabbed his arm, sending shocks through his skin that traveled right to his member. He paused almost instantly, freezing under her touch.
"Ummm…" She hesitated, her voice low and unaware of her action, "Can I talk to you?"
"Quickly." He pushed out, trying desperately to control his emotions and his body.
She looked behind him, to Captain Muun, before her eyes were back on him. He got the message: she wanted Muun gone and she wanted to talk to him alone. He was about to deny her request, but he stared at her for a long moment before understanding that there was nothing sexual about her desire, whatever she had to talk about had nothing to do with what had happened between them. She had it locked away just as he did. This was Senator Amidala asking to speak with Lord Vader.
"Captain Muun." He said, without turning to face her. "Perhaps, you and Mr. Campton would like to discuss the issue you too are fiercely brewing outside the Senator's office."
Campton paled, his face turning towards the captain before he scattered out of the room.
Unlike Campton, Cpatain Muun was frozen in place. "I– Umm… I am… I'm sorry, Milord." She stumbled, realizing that the Sith had heard the inappropriate thoughts within her mind.
"Now." He growled, not caring about her embarrassment of apologies.
"Yes, sir."
He didn't turn, but he felt her presence begin to leave. "I will be out to discuss this with you shortly." He called, "Wait for me."
Vader eyes remained glued to the senator, never leaving her since she asked him to stay, but as Captain Muun left the room, Senator Amidala's eyes were glued to the woman's back. Like always, her mind flashed to Muun with his arms, of him buried within her like she had been.
Vader closed his eyes, feeling his body's reaction all over again. Kriff. Why does she always think like that? But he knew the answer, because he had played it out and he had put the ideas inside her mind. Truly, he hadn't slept with the female officer, but Campton had. He wondered how she would feel if she knew that that woman was the one that he ran off with the first time. No one had told him the story, but the pair had been thinking about it so often that it was impossible not to know. Still, the images continued within his mind, changing to memories of the two of them together rather than ideas of him and Muun.
"Your issue, senator." He pressed, his voice more strained than he was willing to let on. "Get on with it."
The thoughts stopped instantly as the senator's eyes moved back to him, mot realizing the effect her ideas had caused within him. "I don't want to go with her."
Vader groaned, unable to stop the sound from becoming vocal. This was why she had stopped him? She was jealous?
"I know you think its ridiculous." The senator stated before he could respond, "But there is something off about her. I don't like her and it's not just for reasons you think."
He was too annoyed to respond, he just settled on looking at her until she cracked.
She seemed to understand his plan, however, and also let out a loud groan. "You are going to blind me and set me in a speeder with her." She said, throwing her hands into the air with pure frustration, "I don't want her to see me like that and I don't trust her so please. Please don't make me go with her. I know you can, but I'm asking you not to."
Vader again did not respond, but stared at her for a long moment. He shouldn't care what she thought. He shouldn't care about her requests… but he did. He wanted to kill her and then turn the weapon on himself because this was madness. Was he actually listening to her? He didn't usually… but there he was about to do as she asked.
He let out a small groan as he turned, causing a large smile to form over the senator's face. He walked out of the room before he could hear or speak about what he was about to do.
"Is that a yes?" She smiled as he left, but Vader didn't stop or answer. He knew he would be right back and that in return would give her an answer.
He walked into the chamber quietly, the arguing couple not taking notice to him as he approached. They just continued to scream about their affair as if no one could hear them. Vader could tell that Muun wanted to fix whatever it was that happened before she left, but Vader did not give them the time. He had no desire to allow happy endings or easy fixes. If they continued, he would kill them. Simple as that.
"Campton." He barked as he paused before the pair, catching them both off guard, "Say your goodbyes."
Palo surprisingly said nothing to Vader, he just looked back at Muun with a face that meant that they would take later before he walked back towards the senator's office.
When they were left alone Muun's face instantly dropped, looking away from the Sith Lord. "Lord Vader, I'm–"
"I do not want to hear apologies, Captain." He said; his voice filled with authority, "I will deal with you later. Right now there is a legion of troopers waiting for my arrival in Bay 18. I expect you to go there now and be filled in."
She looked back to him, her eyes filled with questions… but she did not ask them– her first smart decision of the day. "Yes, sir." She nodded, before Vader stopped her again.
"Remember Muun," He growled, waving his finger in her face, "you're lucky to be alive."
Her breath hitched in her throat. "Yes, milord." She whispered, before she was cut off by the Sith again. He was in no mood for games.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his personal comlink, handing it to her. "As you make your way to the hanger, I need you to contact a droid." He instructed, "His name is See Threepio and this comlink connects directly to him. Instruct him to return to the senator's office and escort her back to my establishments."
He didn't wait for her to respond before he turned and walked back towards Senator Amidala's office. He internally fought with himself about doing so, but he couldn't stop. He could enter or he could leave, and he should just leave. He wasn't allowing his mind to comprehend the entire situation, knowing all too well that he would lose control if he did… but why was he pushing his own limits? He told himself it was just to instruct her, but he knew there was something else.
He entered the room, seemingly unnoticed, as he liked. The senator and Campton stood on the far side of the room next to each other, her siting in her chair while he stood near her overhead. They seemed to be in a conversation, one that Senator Amidala was on listening to.
"I'm sorry Palo," Amidala shook her head again, her thoughts on a different man, "My mind is else whe–"
Before the senator could even finish her sentence Palo's lips were on hers, kissing her passionately. She didn't pull away or even react, but Palo took that as a signal for more. He kissed her hard, cupping her face within his hands to keep her firmly in place.
He pulled away with a smile, looking down at the shocked girl, taking it as a good sign. "Sorry I wanted to do that since… forever."
She didn't move and her face still unreadable, even her mind had stopped.
"Oh, Vader!" Palo laughed, taking notice to the Sith in the room, "I'm sorry! I know that's something a Sith doesn't want to see."
At Palo's comment, Padme's eyes bulged and her head snapped towards the motionless Sith. She looked like a scared child, or maybe even a strange disturbed animal. Vader hadn't felt anything while he watched Campton kiss the senator, but now he was feeling a rage of emotions. None of which he could understand.
Palo hardly noticed either of them; he winked at Padme as he crossed the room, not giving Vader a second thought. "I'll see you tomorrow." Palo smiled at Padme, before exiting into the hall.
When they were left alone, there was a long silence that fell between the two. Vader could feel a strong wave of emotions cross over the senator, while he felt strangely nothing. Neither of them actually knew what to feel, and so they dealt with it in different ways. He felt nothing, while she felt everything.
She took a small step forward, almost unsure if she should do so. "Vader." She whispered, and the tone of her voice caused alarms and whistles to sound within Vader's head.
He couldn't deal with this. Not now. He would lose control , but no here. He was Darth Vader and Darth Vader didn't deal with silly little girls. He was in control. He would not be controlled… But still the rage of emotions began to explode from inside of him. He couldn't stop it and before he lost control, he fled.
He left her alone in the room, her eyes glued to his back as he left. She remained calm and strong until the second he was gone from her sight. Only when he was gone completely did Padme allow herself to cry. She didn't care if she was supposed to be strong– she had pretended that she was fine but now she didn't have to pretend anymore. She broke, truly broke, because she had just ruined her… and part of her even enjoyed it.
It sickened her – to know that he had had her, that she had wanted him. She had given herself to the enemy– to a monster. He had been inside of her… He had seen her… He had taken her. How had she actually given herself to Lord Vader? Sure, they had a connection between them, one that she hadn't fought… but this?
Don't lie to yourself. Her mind fought against her sanity. You wanted this.
Another cry escaped her lips at her mind's reminder. She had wanted this. She did this to herself. It had been on her mind for a long while, something that she pushed away when Palo had entered her life and thought about every second after he kissed her. She had screamed her mind loud and clear, practically calling for him. Secretly she had wanted this… but not like this. She didn't want Lord Vader–She did, but in another sort of way. She had done this… and it repulsed her.
Slowly, she walked back to her desk, feeling the pain throbbing between her legs that ached more with each step. She let out gasps as she walked, the pain adding to her cries. She had broken only for a moment after it had happened and had tried to be strong ever since, but now with him gone, she could finally break. As she sat, she tried to not even think about how she looked or the fact that she didn't even have underwear on. It made her feel dirty– disgusting. She could even feel wetness sliding down her inner thighs that did nothing but add to her feeling. Her skin stilled burned, and she could feel her hair practically tangling around her shoulders. All around she felt terrible, and if it wasn't for Threepio she didn't know how she would have survived.
The droid had arrived minutes after Vader left her, thanking his stars that he was alive. Padme had fought back any comments, her mind wrapping around the phrase that Vader had used so many times before. "I give women the ride of their life before I kill them." The reminder made her feel even dirtier, thinking off all the places Vader's member had been before her… but it also made her question what that actually meant for her. Was that what was going to happen to her? Would he kill her when he returned? Did Threepio know her fate? She didn't know, but she had kept her mouth shut, allowing Threepio to work his magic, seeming to know exactly what to do as if from experience. That thought also bothered Padme. How many others were there before her? She knew at least one, and when Muun entered her office moments later, she didn't hide her jealousy, almost feeling as if Vader had done the same to the woman only moments before her. Palo had than entered the office with no other than Vader himself, and for some reason she had felt relieved. Relieved that Vader had returned, because she never thought she would see him again. She knew she sounded and even looked ridiculous between the group; she could tell that Palo and Muun noticed the change concerning her appearance, but it didn't matter because Vader wouldn't even look at her. She was back to how it used to be. He was pretending like nothing happened between them… and it hurt.
She laughed at herself, a loud hurtful laugh. How could this have happened to her? How could she have lost herself– lost herself in her own lust and desire? She had been the child Queen of Naboo that was saving herself for marriage– for "The One." She wanted to lose her maidhood to a man that loved her– that cherished her beyond all others. Sex was supposed to mean something to her… but she didn't know if it had with Vader. Vader didn't care for her. He didn't love her or need her. She didn't actually know him. She had no idea just who she had given her virginity to. He was a mystery and a monster; probably even a pervert older man. She was just something to fulfill his need– a need that he hadn't been able to quench since having her move in with him. He had been thirsty, and she had been his that something to quench his thirst. It hadn't meant anything to him, and what's worse is she thought it might have meant something to her.
Padme closed her eyes, picturing the first kisses in her head. When they had been alone in the hallway and when she thought her life had become complicated. It had been so perfect even then, but he had fled just like he had now. Everything meant nothing to him.
He crushed his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily while his hands cupped her face and he used his body to hold down her arms. His weight made it impossible to move, but she didn't care. She moaned in contentment as he overwhelmed her senses. She had never felt anything like it in her entire life and she wanted more.
At the time, she was sure she would never feel as anything more amazing in her entire life; but that was before he had entered her some hours later. How had they gone to not talk for weeks, to kissing and having sex? She breathed again, opening her eyes as her fingers ran across her lips. Vader was not the last person to kiss her, Palo had. Palo had infected Vader's touch, covering and stealing the sparks from her lips. Vader's kiss had been intoxicating and even dwindled far after he left, but Palo's kiss had been shocking. He wasn't a bad kisser, but compared to Vader's kiss, she felt nothing between their lips… and that frightened her. Her mind wanted Palo– for her sanity at the very least, but her body was screaming for Vader.
That's how it had all happened– how it had all occurred. Her mind had been wrapped around him, sinful thoughts and desires that she couldn't keep hidden. His kiss had awoken something inside of her – something she had never felt before. She couldn't stop the thoughts that formed themselves within her mind and before she knew it, he had stormed into her office. He had seemed angry , but also frustrated, his energy different than any other time he had entered her office. She couldn't help but close her eyes, thinking it all back over in her head– thinking about what had happened between them.
He was closing in on her, just like he had done before; only this time there was anything but teasing on his mind. With each step he took towards her, she stepped back, before she couldn't go anymore. She couldn't help but gulp as the back of her legs came in contact with her desk and Vader closed in on her. He was literally putting her between a Sith and a hard place– she had no where to go.
"I'm sorry." Padme breathed, looking at his chest as he came closer to her, afraid to look anywhere else.
She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin. He knew she was lying, and deep down she knew it too. Their bodies were almost touching and she could feel the energy moving between them. Their spark was pulling them together and her mind could only think of his kiss. She couldn't think straight anymore, not with him here. She tried to control her beating heart and shallow breathing, but couldn't find the power to control herself. Her mind and body were on fire, burning with desire… desire to touch him again.
"Are you?" He pressed, his voice revealing its change to now only 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. Her desire had taken over– she couldn't fight the pull or her own feelings anymore. She didn't answer his question, she couldn't. She just acted on impulse and lunged towards him. In a second, her hands wrapped around his hooded neck and were pulling him down to her. He remained motionless for a small moment, her weight not enough to bring him down to her, but he quickly moved when he realized her request. Their lips smashed together as light became darkness, no doubt an act of Vader's powers. She couldn't see, but she didn't care, because he was overwhelming her senses in a way no one had ever done before.
She tightened her grip around his neck and he did the same around her body. They held each other together, breathing each other in and trying desperately to fulfill each other's needs. She could feel his lips wrestling against hers even wilder than before. In the hallway their kisses had been rushed and needy, but these kisses were anything but. She didn't know how or even why, but she could feel not only her emotion, but also his in the kiss. They were both confused and angry for wanting each other, but right now it was all that they needed. She could feel it– she wanted it.
As she pressed harder against his lips, she felt a change within him. He responded instantly, his own lips fighting back against the pressure. Their hands moved instinctively in other directions, his coming to cup her face while hers went to his chest. He pressed his body closer to hers, causing her hands to become caught once again in the pressure of his body, but she didn't care, she grabbed onto his chest, practically clawing him, begging for more. The cold leather of his hands around her face contrast with the hotness of his breath in the most sinister of ways, but it felt perfect. She shouldn't want this… but she did.
As their lips continued their battle, a growl escaped from Vader's lips, one that was filled with arousal and anger. Instinctively, Padme began to release countless moans, surprising herself. Usually, she would be embarrassed at such behavior, but she could feel him about to pull away– his duty fighting against his instinct. She wanted his instinct to win¬– his desire to win. She wanted him to know what he was doing to her. She didn't want it to stop. She wanted more.
Thankfully, he didn't pull away. His lips remained pressed against hers, breathing in her moans. She shivered as his gloved hands moved down her body before coming to rest on her hips. He lifted her up quickly, never releasing his lips from hers as his hands moved to her bottom to support her. He held her for a long moment and Padme took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist to bring them closer together… but it still wasn't enough. She wanted to be closer to him in every sense of the word. Like this, she felt the spark running through them, but the desire she felt inside was even stronger. She had never felt like this before and she wanted it to continue. She wanted more.
She wrapped her arms around his hooded neck, for the first time having the advantage of being higher than him due to the way he was holding her. She wasn't much taller than him, nearly just matching his height, but it was enough that she felt she had the advantage of the situation. She pressed her face against his, causing the Sith to have to move his own head up to remain connected to her lips. The angle allowed her to feel his face against hers– his skin. Vader had skin… and hair. She could feel his skin moving across hers and his hair brushing against her forehead. Vader was human or at least humanoid. Padme wanted to smile, to celebrate her findings, but she couldn't. She wanted to find out more, but the desire was growing by the second. She couldn't think straight– she just wanted more of him.
Unconsciously, she began to grind her core against his waist and Vader let out a low moan. One that made Padme feel even more empowered. She could do this to him, just like he could to her. She wasn't weak; she was a woman. They were doing this together and it felt amazing. She couldn't stop. She continued the movement over and over until she felt Vader's need throbbing against her core. A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt it move against her, sending a million signals through her body that screamed for more.
Before she could continue, Vader dropped her upon her desk and pushed her back against the surface of it with his body. He pulled away from her for a moment, both of them breathing wildly. Padme let out a small cry as he pulled away, not wanting the contact to end. She remained motionless against the desk, trying to breath in some kind of sanity… but she couldn't. She wanted more. She needed more.
Vader moved over her again. She couldn't see it, but she felt him. "Is this what you want, Senator?" He asked; his voice different than any other time she had heard 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, pulling desperately so that she could feel him against her again.
Her sentence was all she had to say before his lips were upon hers again, faster and harder than before… as if it was possible. He pushed hard against her, the pain of his kiss practically bruising her skin, but she didn't care. She wanted him closer– and this still wasn't enough. Their kisses started to become sloppy, messy even, their teeth clashing together as they moved. 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.
Padme groaned helplessly beneath him as she began to grind her core against his hardness. Her hands were burning in the darkness, practically breaking because she was holding his cloak so tight, but she couldn't let go. She wanted to cry– scream her desire. This wasn't enough. She wanted more. She couldn't think clearly anymore. She could only think of him and her body. Her body was screaming– she was in pain. She needed him… and as if sensing her need, Vader pulled away from her lips which caused Padme to gasp in surprise. He moved to her neck, licking and sucking the hot skin in ways that made Padme melt into a puddle beneath him. Her arms were crushed beneath his chest, but she continued to pull onto his tunic silently begging him for more.
She wanted more of him– all of him. She needed to feel him. She needed his everything. She was claiming him. He was hers.
As Vader continued to lather her neck with his kisses, she couldn't help but squirm and move beneath him, the shivers of her body becoming too much. She could feel her dress beginning to bunch at his waist, and she was shocked to realize that she didn't care. She wanted it gone. She wanted less between them and she would do anything to help the problem. Sensing Vader's movement against her, Padme changed her movement to the opposite of his own; to a way that made the dress completely bundle against Vader's waist, leaving only her underwear against his own clothing. Vader rubbed his core against hers, and she moaned in delight. He was so close– They were so close.
Please. Padme's mind begged silently, Please.
As her own moans continued and Vader's breath began to become shallow, Padme pushed her core harder against his bulging member. She hoped– prayed that anything would happen. She needed more. She wanted him. Her body was on fire and there was only one way to dose the flame. Him.
Her body rocked against the desk, the barriers of clothes keeping them apart. Padme could feel his belt catching on her dress and "unconsciously" moved in a way that she hoped would allow the last of the remaining material to catch as well. It did. The material that hid her maidenhood began to tear, rubbing too roughly against the surface of his tunic until it was no more. The material snapped away, causing Padme to let out a loud cry as the coldness of the air and the hotness of Vader mixing in a deadly duel.
She knew Vader felt the change almost immediately, because his body responded in sinful ways. Padme couldn't breathe– couldn't think about anything else but him. Her body was overwhelmed, exploding with lust and desire. She needed him– now.
"Please!" She screamed, unable to stop herself. "Please!"
Almost immediately, Vader pulled away from her, breaking away from his trails of sloppy kisses and leaving her wanting for him, right there on the desk. For a moment, Padme was afraid he was going to leave, but her fears were soothed when she heard the bustling of his clothes. He wasn't leaving, he was preparing himself, and she was prepared too. She was ready– only for him.
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 feeling overwhelming their bodies. Padme closed her eyes tightly, her hips buckling up above the desk from the shocks that radiated though her as Vader rubbed his member against her entrance. It felt amazing, but also frightening. For once she did not fear what she was feeling about Vader– she was too far gone for that– her only fear was that Vader was a very large man, and so his member was quite proportional to his large size. Would he fit?
She got her answer quite quickly, because with one thrust of his hips, he was inside of her. Padme cried out loudly as he entered, the pain of his size against her own causing not an ounce of pleasure. She could feel the tears in her eyes and her fingers digging painfully into his chest. It hurt, but surprisingly, Vader paused, allowing her body time to adjust. They paused in the silence for a long moment, connected together in the darkness. It was only when Padme's fingers began to loosen that Vader began his thrusting again. He slid himself in and out of her slowly before picking up speed and 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. Eventually, Padme found her rhythm as well and began to find pleasure within his movements. Her small gasps returned to pleasing moans and Vader leaned towards her while he continued to thrust seizing her lips with his own. Padme continued to moan in content and her eyes rolled back as Vader continued. With each thrust she found greater and greater joy, never feeling anything like it in her entire life. She became a puddle beneath him, combusting from the inside out as he picked up the pace. Thrusting harder and harder into her until they both screamed out their release and collapsed within each other.
Padme couldn't think when it was all over. She just laid beneath him with her eyes closed, 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 Padme in the darkness, pulling himself out of her and turning away, Padme's mind began to understand what had just occurred– what she had allowed and encouraged to just occur. She had just had sex. She had just had sex with Darth Vader. She had given her virginity – her everything to the Sith Lord before her. He had taken her… and she had been willing in the process.
"Oh gods!" She cried as the reality began to hit, "What have we done?"
She couldn't deny that in the moment, it had been perfect. It had felt like it was meant to be and like he actually cared. He had taken care of her and had even been gentle. He had been a lover and a gentleman; making sure to bring her pleasure and not just himself. Their spark had been sparkling around them, twisting them together. It was only afterwards that the perfect picture began to crumble– when reality had set in. It had seemed to be perfect, but in reality, it had only been Darth Vader breaking into her on a desk. Nothing more. He hadn't let her touch him. He hadn't let her see him. He hadn't even removed his clothes to take her, like she wasn't even worth the time. But still she had pressed; she had been just as guilty in the matter as he had been – maybe even more.
"Mistress Amidala?" 3PO called, having entered back into her office unnoticed.
Padme opened her eyes, blushing slightly before moving her formal features back into place. "I'm sorry, Threepio." She said; sounding slightly flustered. "I wanted to thank you for before and helping–"
"There is no need, Mistress." He answered happily with a swing of his arms. "I know my master's temper is a force to be reckoned with. I have cleaned up his messes before."
His statement surprised Padme, causing her to stare at the droid for a long moment. She had expected him to know, or at least expect the reason of why Vader had lost control. She expected him to know how to clean up not being Vader was angry, but because he had done this before with other women. Didn't 3PO know exactly what had happened? She didn't know, but she wasn't going to ask.
"Did you need something, Threepio?" She asked, her voice now fully recovered.
"My master has given me permission to escort you home." He replied, shuffling and bowing toward the door. "After you, milady?"
Padme was surprised again. Vader had actually listened to her. He hadn't made her go with Muun. Perhaps he had even been coming to tell her the news before Palo had ambushed her with a kiss. The feeling still didn't sit well with her, any of it. She expected– or at least wished Vader would have shown some kind of emotion when Palo kissed her. But he showed nothing of the sort. When she touched him, he froze as if repulsed. When she looked at him, he turned away angrily. When she spoke to him, he didn't listen or even respond because she wasn't worth his time. The worse had been when Palo kissed her, because she had felt nothing– Vader felt nothing. She looked to him after the kiss, but he wasn't upset or angry, he was just motionless as if it hadn't even happened. The reason? Because she was nothing to him and what they had done meant nothing to him as well.
Pushing her thoughts away, Padme nodded to the droid as she did her best to raise graciously, her body still aching in her most private area. It was a constant, terrible reminder of what she had done and what would happen to her. "I give women the ride of their lives before I kill them." His voice echoed and echoed over in her head.
She didn't know if he would kill her, knowing that he wouldn't disobey orders, but she had a good feeling that once she was back at Vader's establishments that she would be alone for a long while– if not forever. So as she walked, she braced herself, ready to be overcome by her emotions and memories in the time to come. She knew that whatever happened had meant nothing. She knew that Vader would never come back. That she had ruined her life forever. When she got back to Vader's establishments, it would all be too much, and when she was locked away forever… only then would she truly break.
What have I done?
Author's Note: Well the chapter got separated again because I wanted to update and I had major uploading issues. So what do you think? What's going to happen now? Omg, I can't wait! Reviews please!