Vader's Angel
By: wertman25
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Star Wars…. Or Anakin Skywalker… Which is a pity…
Please note that the comments made in this chapter do not reflect my own but of my characters.
Author's Note:
1.Doc Manager is still giving me a hard time, so work with me– but on a positive note, it looks like my "é" have finally converted correctly and some of my grammar that usually changes with uploads! (I know, still not perfect!)
2.I know a few of you have messaged me before about this, but I need a beta reader, so message me if you're interested. (I finally got the time to ask!)
3.Thirdly, I will be re-uploading previous chapters, (strictly for fixing mistakes) so work with me as I do so.
4.Some of you have expressed your concern with me posting other stories. I assure you that Vader's Angel is my #1 priority.
Padmé distractedly drilled her fingers against her leg while she watched the speeders and ships flying around her throughout the city sky. Her own speeder moved gently through the busy Coruscant lanes, the smooth motion far different than the usual rides she was use to. 3PO sat beside her in the driver's seat instead of Vader, driving much more slowly and safely than the Sith ever did. Unlike Vader, the golden droid obeyed the traffic laws, going the correct speed limit while even allowing Padmé to remove the blindfold half way through their trip for a more enjoyable ride. It had been a kind gesture, but not a helpful one. It didn't help her confusion. Seeing, and not clutching her seat in fear made her feel safe, but not comforted.
The truth was, she rather would have had Vader driving dangerously beside her… only because it still would have been Vader. She needed to sort her thoughts and being around him was something she thought would help. She wanted him to hear her thoughts– feel her confusion and anger. She had hoped to at least talk to him before they left his establishments, but when she had awoken, far later than she usually did, 3PO had informed her that Vader had already left. He had left her alone sometime during the night and had given the droid the responsibility of escorting her to the Senate. It was news that made her feel uneasy, like something was wrong.
"Why isn't Vader escorting me again?" Padmé asked, acting as if it was not the hundredth time she had repeated the question.
"I'm afraid he left sometime this morning," 3PO replied, answering like it was the first time she had questioned him on the matter. "Around four in the morning, if my memory is correct. He informed me that you would sleep much later than usual and that when you awoke, I was to escort you to the Senate myself."
Padmé frowned. That doesn't make any sense, she thought. Vader had been up with her till far past three in the morning. He had stayed with her. He had waited till she had fallen asleep and then what? He just left afterwards? He just let her sleep till noon without consequences? It just didn't seem right. She needed more answers.
"Did he say why?"
3PO shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Mistress."
His answer was not what she wanted. She wanted– she needed answers. She was sick of this confusion. She was sick of being in the dark, of never knowing what to expect. And what's worse? Just accepting what was she given. She was sick of not being herself. She was sick of fighting herself– fighting her feelings. She wanted to understand.
It made her angry– outraged even. She hated Vader. She hated him for everything that he stood for, everything he had done, and for making her want him. She truly wanted to kill him– kill him for all of the things he had done… but she didn't know if she could. She wanted him. Her body wanted him. Something inside wanted him… and that made her hate herself even more. She was never this kind of woman. She used to be naïve, but still strong and stable. Now, she was what the galaxy had made her. She had allowed herself to become weak– to allow one mistake to ruin her. She had become the child that the galaxy had begun to see her as– the child that they convinced her that she was. She was foolish– weak, and had allowed this all to happen. This was all her fault, and now… it was too late to stop.
The hunger had been awoken, the deed winning over her inner sanity. This wasn't just her savior and Darth Vader anymore, it was far bigger than that. They weren't just enemies, they weren't just a Sith and a senator... they were lovers– secret lovers, and they had done that all on their own. There hadn't been motives or evil schemes, it hadn't been planned, but it had happened. He had taken her, and she had been a more than willing participate in the matter. He had tried to scare her off– show her his true nature, but she continued to let it go. She continued to try. She continued to look passed. She continued to forgive him. It was something she never understood, something that was very out of character for her, but also something that seemed to finally be making sense. Because despite her best efforts to separate them within her mind, Darth Vader and her savior resided within the same body– they were the same man. If she wanted one, she got them both: the madness and the tenderness, the murderer and the lover. She wanted one, so she tolerated the other… but for how long would she allow herself to do so?
"Mistress," 3PO whispered, as if knowing she was deep in thought. "We are here."
She walked to her office absentmindedly after that, still trying to make sense of her never-ending thoughts. Subconsciously, she watched for Vader as she walked, her eyes skimming the shadows for the dark knight. He wasn't there of course, she knew he wouldn't be, but still she hoped. She continued to skim for him as she walked, not even recognizing the most unfriendliness of sights starring back at her within her office before it was too late.
"Senator Amidala," Ellé Muun greeted, startling Padmé as she entered through her doorway.
She recovered quickly, covering her surprise with a small breath. "Ellé," she nodded respectfully, trying to hide her annoyance as she walked around the woman and took her place at her desk. "What are you doing here?"
Ellé returned to a hard stance, her body becoming taller as her shoulders locked into place. "I was instructed by Lord Vader to wait here until you arrived."
Padmé's fists clenched underneath her desk, her anger with the missing Sith growing. Did he not understand she wanted nothing to do with this woman? Hadn't she had that clear? She was sure she had. Not even Vader was a stupid enough man to miss such a request. What was he trying to do? Torture her?
Padmé nearly laughed. A stupid man, she mused.
"All men are idiots in their own way," her mother had said. "Some are just better at fooling women that others."
Perhaps, her mother was right. All men are idiots in their own way. In Padmé's mind, Vader was far from an idiot, but the more she thought about it, he did seem to lack the basic knowledge of certain things that would be considered normal. He was well taught when it came to the ways of the Force or military command, but the knowledge of basic fundamentals was something he seemed to lack. The Sith had terrible social skills and even seemed to be uncertain when it came to most human behaviors. He seemed lost when it came to basic human emotions or interactions– excluding sex.
The thought turned Padmé's cheeks a bright shade of red, the blood rushing to her face. Her eyes moved to her desk, the image of Vader taking her upon the object fresh in her mind. The thoughts continued to flood her mind. 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 as he picked up the pace. Thrusting harder and harder into her until they both screamed out their release and collapsed within each other. She bit her tongue to suppress a moan before a frown came over her features.
Sith, she did hate him. She hated him regardless of the growing need within her most private areas that told her differently. Just as Vader was torn, she was torn between the hatred and the need. The spark she felt was truly intoxicating, but her sanity screamed for her to stop. It was a feeling she was starting to finally make sense of– become used to. She didn't fully understand it, but her mind told her that maybe she could have both. Just as Vader was her lover and a monster, she could hate him and want him.
That is, she thought, her eyes snapping towards Ellé. If Vader stops perusing her.
Taking a deep breath, she regained herself, making the decision to pry. "Forgive me, Ellé, but I must ask," she said, trying to hide the true catalyst behind her curiosity. "I didn't realize the Emperor allowed women within his ranks."
Ellé laughed. "He does whatever he can to keep us out, doesn't he?" she commented, a hidden anger in her voice. "I had to work hard to get where I am, and I try to do whatever it takes to keep my commanders satisfied so it will stay that way."
"I have no doubt." Padmé commented; her teeth clenching together as she imagined the ways that Ellé had managed to keep her commanders satisfied. The woman was probably a good fuck– better than Padmé anyways. Her mind wondered to Vader, about the reason he probably kept Ellé around. Jealous bubbled in her belly. If she thought rationally, she knew that Vader hadn't taken Ellé. He had said it before, she would have already been dead if he had… but that didn't mean he didn't plan on it. Women never stayed within the Emperor's ranks and it was probably due to the Sith Lord that took them and killed them. The thought angered her, all the women that Vader had had. It made the feeling of dirtiness return, but also made her feel self-conscious. Was she any better than Ellé– any better than the other women? Did Vader think about her or another woman when he had been inside of her– when he had been taking her?
"So you two are close?" Padmé pressed, not sure if she wanted to hear the real answer.
"Lord Vader is very gracious." Ellé commented, "He isn't sexist like most. He doesn't judge an officer or trooper by their sex, but by their level of skill. He gives everyone– especially female officers a chance."
Padmé fought back a growl. I can only imagine the chances he gives them, she thought, pushing away the thoughts of the women beneath Vader, and towards the more important point. Ellé liked Vader, she could hear it from the way the woman spoke about him… but how much did the woman like him?
"So," Padmé continued. "He has had other female officers?"
"Yes," Ellé nodded. "But I believe–"
"Padmé!" Palo screamed, interrupting the two women's conversation as he practically run into the room. "There you are!" he continued, running around the desk and hugging her tightly as he breathed a sigh of relief. "I feared the worse when I saw Lord Vader prowling around today without you."
Padmé returned the hug lightly, forgetting her annoyance of him interrupting when she heard the fear laced within his voice. "I'm fin–"
"I told you," Ellé snapped, not allowing Padmé to finish as Palo released her from his embrace, revealing Ellé's anger to be far greater than Padmé had ever seen. "Lord Vader said she was still at his establishments."
"Yes," Palo growled in return, his voice sarcastic. "Because I trust, Lord Vader."
Padmé ignored their bitter attitudes, not caring for their argument. "Where is Lord Vader?" Padmé asked, her eyes searching the room as if he was hidden in one of the corners.
"Oh," Palo replied. "He was slithering around out there earlier."
"My commander was not slithering," Ellé snapped defensively. "He was, however, dealing with issues that the Rebellion scum have caused." She pushed between Padmé and Palo, hitting them both with her body as she walked towards the door. She turned backed to them only for a second, her eyes filled with fire. "I see you are in good company, milady, and so I shall go back to my other duties."
She turned without another word, her anger tangible within the room. The pair watched as she fled, Palo the first to speak.
"Well," he laughed. "She's got a crush."
Padmé frowned instantly, her heart dropping into her stomach. "Who?"
"Her," Palo replied, swinging his head in Ellé's direction. "Did you see how she defended him? She likes the Sith Lord!"
"He's just her commander," Padmé breathed, trying more to convince herself than Palo. She wanted it to be true, but the idea wouldn't leave her mind. "When did you see Vader?"
"Whenever I first arrived," he said, not caring about the specifics of his answer. "It's a good thing you didn't come with him. He's more grumpy than usual."
Padmé frowned, her eyes moving towards Palo. "How so?"
He smiled, not understanding her anger. "Oh," he laughed, his eyebrows rising far into his forehead as he pushed her dark curls back into place. "Just you wait."
She didn't join in with his laughter as she reestablished herself behind her desk and turned back to her work. Vader being more grumpy than usual was not something she thought was funny. He seemed more than fine last night. What changed? She tried to think of the probable reasons, only thinking of ones that could lead back to her. She had managed to keep him up– but it was his fault, he didn't have to come back to her. Though she doubted the Sith was grumpy because he was sleep deprived, there had to be another reason.
Palo and Padmé worked in silence for a long while, Padmé's thoughts preoccupied with Vader while Palo worked diligently beside her. She hoped that like yesterday, her thoughts would call Vader to her side, but he never came. Vader never came and because of it, Palo continued his pursuance without interruption.
"So Pad," Palo began, his face turning to her as he finished his files. "Why were you late today?"
She didn't meet his gaze. Her eyes remained locked on the datapad within her hands, using her lateness and excess of work as an excuse not to look away. "My alarm never went off," she lied smoothly, knowing that there was no reason not to believe her.
He laughed at her answer. "And you didn't wake up till after noon?"
"I was up really late because I couldn't sleep," Padmé replied, trying to sound as even as possible without sounding like a politician.
"Oh," he breathed, his eyes still watching her. "Did the screaming keep you up?"
Padmé's heart dropped at his comment, the idea of her screaming beneath Vader echoing throughout her mind. Did Palo know? Did he suspect that Vader and her were something more? She quickly shook away the thought, turning her eyes to finally meet his, telling herself that it was impossible. "I'm sorry," she said, her words hitching in her throat. "What do you mean?"
"The screaming," he repeated, his eyes full of confidence. "I just assumed that wherever Vader was keeping you has many prisons and so there had to be a lot of screaming."
All at once, her beating heart softened and the weight that had fallen on her shoulders disappeared. "Oh," she replied, secretly relieved by his accusation of the Sith. "It's nothing like that."
Relief washed over his features, but he turned away before he spoke again. "Then where does he keep you?"
Padmé frowned, not completely understanding his question. "A bedroom?" she answered slowly, not entirely sure if that answered his question or not.
His head snapped back to her, his eyes wide. "His bedroom?" Palo hissed; his tone mixed with shock and fear.
Her heart dropped once again as she realized what he was implying. "No!" Padmé screamed, trying to stop the idea before it started. His eyes widened even farther, and Padme quickly recovered. If she acted too frightened by the comment than it would be obvious. She knew that. "No," she repeated again, her voice returning to its usual tone. "I have my own bedroom at his establishments. Vader doesn't bother me. I actually hardly see him."
"So he leaves you unattended?"
"I suppose," Padmé answered. "He has a protocol droid that takes care of me. As long as I'm well taken care of, he doesn't bother with me. "
"A protocol droid?" Palo frowned. "So why haven't you tried to escape?"
Padme laughed at the memory. "I tried," she replied. "But it's Lord Vader, so it's nearly impossible. Plus his establishment is huge and underground so I wouldn't even know the first place to look."
"Underground?"
"I guess so," she nodded, unaware that she was answering all of his questions. "It's always dark and cold. His droid accidently told me that small amount of information, but I'm not sure if it's even true."
His face softened slightly, but his eyes still held anger. "So you don't know where his establishments are." It was a statement, not a question– an angry one.
Alarms went off inside Padmé's mind before she turned to look at Palo suspiciously. He was trying to pry. He was trying to get answers. Why?
"Why so many questions?" Padmé asked slowly, her own voice seeming to have become defensive.
He breathed a torn breath as if a heavy weight was on his shoulders. "Padme," he said slowly, "I need to tell you–"
"I do say that is quite fascinating!" 3PO exclaimed, not realizing he was interrupting as he entered into the room with R2 by his side.
The droids moved to the corner of the room, not acknowledging the two humans as they continued their own conversation. Padmé happily ignored as she turned back to Palo.
"What were you about to say?"
She couldn't deny she was curious. She wanted to know what was bothering him, but she also hoped it wasn't about their kiss. She had been surprised, but extremely happy that he hadn't brought the kiss up in the first place. She hoped this wasn't it.
"Padme…" he began again, his voice nearly cracking. "I–"
The sounds of had footsteps entered the room, followed quickly by the shuffling of the droid in the corner. "Master!" 3PO exclaimed, causing the remaining three members of the room to look towards the Sith as he entered.
Palo growled audibly beside her at the interruption, but Padmé remained silent, not noticing the small smile that had appeared across her lips as he entered.
"Vader," she greeted; her voice void of emotions as he stalked into her office.
He didn't acknowledge her. Though, she thought that it was possible that she had seen a small change in his walk as if he looked at her, but it happened too fast to be sure. His head snapped back into place before she could comprehend if he had even moved; though she was sure it was her imagination– or wishful thinking.
The action– or lack of action sent Padmé's inners into a blaze. So he was back to ignoring her? She knew they hadn't fixed the situation that had happened, but she had at least thought they had found some even ground. It infuriated her. He couldn't– he wouldn't go back to ignoring her. She had already been able to take being ignored by him the first time. Now she had given him everything, he couldn't act like nothing had occurred between them. Could he?
"Well, the dark knight returns." Palo stated, resulting in the Sith's same lack of acknowledgment: silence.
Vader motioned for 3PO as he made his way to the corner, the droid responding almost instantly. Vader turned his back on the pair as he talked, his voice low and back to the strange language she didn't understand.
"Told you," Palo whispered. "Grumpy."
The joke didn't sooth her anger, but it was good to know he was ignoring more than just her. Still, her anger continued resulting in rash decisions. She decided to play his game– after all she was now an experienced player. She understood the rules and his tricks. She could ignore him too– in the best way possible. She could get what she wanted.
"Palo," she whispered, turning back to the man that sat beside her, her voice full of seduction. "What was it you were saying?"
"Umm… N–Nothing." he stumbled, his eyes moving towards Vader. "Forget it."
"No, that would be rude of me!" Padmé pressed, actually hoping that he would confess his love. "Tell me…"
Palo gulped, the fear plastering itself on his face as his eyes moved towards Vader again.
"Oh, don't worry about him," Padmé laughed, moving her eyes viciously towards the Dark Lord. "He doesn't even hear us. He considers us to be below him so he tunes us out."
"Padmé…" Palo breathed, his voice concerned.
"Is it about the kiss?" Padmé pressed, moving her chair closer to Palo in an attempt to stop his attempts of stop. "You're still a great kisser."
Palo silent for a moment, but quickly recovered, his eyes filling with lust. "You're not so bad yourself," he joked, raising a suggestive eyebrow. "Just as I remembered."
"Even better," she whispered.
She felt terrible for using him, but from the amount of heat she could feel coming off Vader's body from across the room, she knew it was working It was a feeling that made her feel empowered. Perhaps she did have some power of him, just like he did over her. Perhaps, it was a fair fight.
You can stop me, she teased, knowing that Vader was listening into her thoughts.
But despite her games, he didn't make a move to stop her; instead, he did the exact opposite. He turned and walked outside her office with 3PO closely in tow. For a second she believed that the game was over, but smiled as she watched Vader pause and remain in sight outside the door. The conversation inside the office would have been inaudible to anyone in that distance, anyone but him.
The game isn't over; she smiled to herself.
"You know," Padmé whispered, raising an eyebrow suggestively as she battered her eyelashes as Palo. "I dreamt about you last night."
It wasn't a totally lie, but the reaction of her suggestive words was impossible to miss. He took them just as she hoped. Palo's eyes became wide as the feeling no doubt, passed from his mind to another part of his body.
"Oh, Padmé…" he breathed, his grip beginning to tighten on her desk. "I thought of you too."
She tried to hide the shock that crossed over her face at his confession. It made her want to stop. It made her want to confess her need for another man… but she couldn't. In reality, this is what she need. Keep going, she told herself. Vader is listening.
She forced a smile, her dress rubbing against Palo's legs in an attempt to create some tension. "And what was I doing?"
"Oh," he teased, reaching forward to grab her. "I rather show you."
She jumped away from his hands, still trying to look as interested as she could. "Palo Campton," she scolded. "You know I'm a hands off kind of girl… unless I see the commitment has been made. I'm a lady, and I shall be treated as such."
As Palo rose from his chair, Padmé took the opportunity to look towards the door. She wanted to see Vader's anger, but instead was greeted by the sight of an empty chamber. Vader, 3PO, and R2 had disappeared, leaving her alone with a man that she had seduced.
"I remember," he replied, his eyes hungry and lust filled. "But I've been chasing you for years, my darling. I think the commitment has already been made."
She backed away further as he approached her, trying to shake her nerves. The image of the black-haired man approaching her flashed within her mind. She felt her heart begin to pick up speed as she tried to control her outer shell. She had done this. She had caused this to happen. It had been a game to her, a game with unexpected consequences. Vader wouldn't leave her to be taken by this man? He wouldn't! Would he?
She didn't know, and before she could comprehend anymore, Palo was already wrapping his arms around her. His lips were on her lips before she could even think. He moved to her neck allowing the air to travel to her lungs– to her mind. She had pushed this to far.
"Palo," she breathed, overwhelmed; trying to push him off of her in the gentlest way possible. "Stop."
"I would love to be your first, Padme…" Palo whispered as he arms tightened around her, his eyes devouring her as he looked down on her. "I was your first love, and I want to be your everything."
"Yes?" She breathed smoothly, not sure if the statement or a question. She hadn't wanted Vader to be anything to her besides an enemy. She wanted something normal. She had always wanted Palo. Even when he broke her heart, in her mind, she had always wanted him. That wasn't a lie, but what's done was done. She may have wanted Palo at some point in her life– maybe she even would again, but she didn't want it now. "But please stop," she whispered. "Not now. Someone will see."
He didn't stop. He continued to kiss her, his hands beginning to wonder near dangerous territory on her back.
"You didn't tease me for nothing, Padmé…" he laughed, his mouth hovering over her pulse. "I'm giving you what you want. It will be quick, no one is out there."
She shook her head. She didn't want this, but she had asked for it. He pushed her hair off of her neck before he placed a hard kiss against her skin. She didn't like this. It felt wrong– it felt nothing like when Vader touched her. But she couldn't stop him. Her mind was in frenzy. She had never before had such lust thrown upon her– have two men want her at two great extremes like this. Palo's kiss felt like the black-haired man's, but she didn't fight because she knew it was Palo. She wanted him to stop because she was Padmé. They had been in love once– they probably would again, and she needed him to stop willingly if they would ever succeed.
But despite her pleads and protests, he continued to kiss her neck, leaving sloppy kisses that buckled and popped. It didn't fill the hunger for intimacy in her belly. It didn't create a spark, or make her feel intoxicated by the pure touch. Her body burned underneath his grasp, wanting and needing to be free.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he continued, his kisses turning to bites. "About your body… Remembering that skimpy black dress you used to wear for me? It was the closest that anyone has ever seen to seeing you naked, but I still want to be the first. I want to be the first to see your perfect body– to have you screaming underneath my weight."
He pushed her against the wall with his hips, his member colliding into her body, though not as painfully as Vader's did. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but was silenced by his lips. She reached out, calling for Vader, but felt as if a cold, hard wall had been built between them. He had cut her off and she had no escape. He had pushed it all too far. She had no escape. She had no savior. Almost.
"Am I interrupting?"
At the sound of the voice, Palo pulled away, practically pushing Padmé onto the floor as he pushed himself away from her. She hit the ground with a loud humph and a small cry, her head spinning wildly as it came into contact with the floor. Through the haziness, she looked up slowly, her eyes widening at the sight before her…
At the Emperor and Darth Vader standing in her doorway.
"Emperor Palpatine," Palo breathed, wiping away the saliva that ran down his face as he backed away from her. "Forgive us, my Lord."
Padmé's breath hitched in her throat as she pushed herself onto her feet. The dark clothed, old man flashing his yellow teeth down at her with amused eyes from his spot beside the taller Sith. Embarrassment rushed through her like a wildfire, engulfing her very soul. Her eyes moved from Palpatine to Vader, her heart stopping within her chest. Unlike the Emperor, Vader's hidden gaze remained forward, away from her, making everything about him unreadable. He was like a void, she couldn't feel his anger or his lust, she could tell what he was feeling; he was just there.
"I was just coming to check up on my favorite senator," Palpatine finally said, a wicked smiling forming across his face as his eyes moved across her. "But I see I have interrupted something quite important."
Her shock and embarrassment quickly turned to anger as she returned his gaze with a hard glare. She could practically feel his pleasure with the situation and the dominance that he thought he had over her. She closed her mind off from the Sith Lord, hiding now not only the Rebellion information, but her relation with Vader as well.
He didn't seem to notice, or even react to her change; he just walked forward leaving Vader in the doorway. "I just wanted to inform you that I just returned from our home planet of Naboo," Palpatine continued, watching as Padmé's eyes dropped at the name. "You are dearly missed there, senator."
If her heart hadn't stopped beating before, it had stopped now. Just the mere mention of her home's name made her heart explode in joy and sorrow. She missed her home– her family. She wanted nothing more to be back in the ancient buildings, surrounded by the beautiful green land and endless water, to be in the Lake Country away from war, Siths, and politics.
"I'm sure you assured them of my safety and eventual release," Padmé retorted, her voice strong, but still remaining respectful.
Palpatine smiled, playing along with her game. "Well of course," he laughed, his face conveying a look of fake concern. "I told them exactly as I told you. You have always been one of my favorites, Senator Amidala. I would hate for any harm to come to you. You are simply too important to be unprotected, and you deserve the absolute best. Which is why I did assign my personal apprentice to you, after all."
Padmé faked a smile, her eyes speaking the real truth as she bowed to the man before her. "Of course, your Majesty."
Palpatine's eyes slowly moved to Palo who remained frozen in the center of the room. His gaze was locked onto the ground, away from the Siths; his face drained of all color as he visibly shook under pressure.
"Mr. Campton," Palpatine called, smiling as the man jumped at the sound of his name, fear plastered across his eyes. "I was hoping I would be able to speak to you about your issue and the efforts that need to be completed so we can get you home as soon as possible." The Emperor paused smiling even wider as his eyes moved back to Padme. "Although, I do see you are in no hurry to return."
Palo didn't respond, his fear obviously overtaking him. He breathed a deep breath as he tried to calm his obvious racing heart and uneven breath. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he pushed his hair back into place, nodding to the Emperor as he took a step forward.
Palpatine returned the nod, before he turned and began to exit her office. "Vader," he commanded as he walked by the unmoving Sith. "You may wait with the senator until it is time to escort her home. I have no further use of you at the moment."
"Yes, my Master." Vader replied darkly, his voice filled with ice. He didn't move though, he just remained a statue within her doorway, making even Padmé question if he had spoken or not.
Palo exited her office, but the Emperor paused just as he reached the doorway, turning slowly around to look at her for a final time. "And senator, I would cover your neck if I was you," he smiled, "It looks as though you've been chewed by a mynock."
Padmé's face paled and her hand instinctively moved to her neck as she remembered the marks that Vader had left upon her skin, the marks that the Emperor apparently thought were from Palo. She quickly pulled her hair forward, coving the markings as Palpatine disappeared into the chamber outside with Palo. She didn't move though. She watched the floor for a long moment, tracing the designs of the tiles until she built up the courage to face him. Her gaze slowly moved up from the floor, tracing his body until her eyes were on his hood. She was surprised and somewhat relieved to see that he remained motionless with his gaze turned away from her.
Keeping her eyes locked on him, she inched herself across the room, taking each step with precaution until she was safely at her desk. Once there, she took cover behind her desk, as if Vader was a bomb about to explode. She watched him for a long minute, still feeling the void that ran between them while he refused to even look in her direction. She desperately wanted to say something to him, but her mind was blank of all words. What could she say?
She turned her mind towards her work, needing something to keep her mind away from the Sith in front of her. Of course, it didn't work. Throughout the next two hours he remained on her mind, her trying to force herself to stop looking up at him while he remained frozen as if he was a new statue within her office. Finally she gave up on the matter entirely, knowing that she would never be able to finish her work the question of her– their future on her mind.
Padmé breathed an annoyed sigh, before she turned her gaze towards him. "Can we leave?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper while her tone reminded her of something of when her nieces did something wrong and were silently asking for forgiveness. She was.
As expected, he didn't speak, but his gaze lowered from the wall to where she sat behind her desk. It was cold and unreadable, giving nothing away. She nearly cowered under his eyes, her own gaze moving to the floor until she felt the presence no longer on her body. She heard him turn and began to walk out of her office, causing her to release the air that she didn't realize she was holding it. She took his retreat as a silent yes, telling herself it was the only reason he would have moved. As she heard him exit, she moved her gaze from the floor, watching him retreat into the chambers. Padmé wasted no time running after him, pushing all of her feelings aside and concentrating on the fact that if she didn't hurry, he might change his mind.
They rode to his establishments in silence, Vader only acknowledging her to give her the blindfold. It had been a silent exchange; him watching the Coruscant sky but holding out the material which she took reluctantly. The unreadable feelings between them were practically tangible within the cockpit and even worse when they arrived at his establishments. When they reached the lift, she stood as far away from him as possible, beginning to feel his anger radiating off of his body. She had planned to run full force towards her room once the doors opened, but as she began to loosen the black material at the sound of the doors, Vader's hand grabbed her, holding her tightly– painfully tightly.
"Vader," she yelped, the pain radiating through her arm like electricity. "That–"
She was cut off as he scooped her into his arms and began to move through the halls, far faster than she ever could. Padmé didn't even want to think about what he was going to do with her, but his next action was anything but expected. Seconds later, he threw her on a bed roughly; her head smacking the mattress painfully, but in a way that she could feel it was her own. They were in her room. His lips were on hers soon after, practically bruising her face with their pressure; but she breathed in relief through the pain and kissed him back with the same pressure. Like usual, his kiss overwhelmed her senses, sending sparks throughout her body.
She felt as his hands moved to her dress, hiking the material up to her hips as he settled between her legs that she opened for him willingly. She couldn't see, but she heard his clothes begin shuffling– the sound of him freeing himself as he continued to kiss her lips. She shivered as she felt his hand over her core, moving the strip of material from his path rather than removing the material completely. Padmé nearly screamed as he entered her, both of them remained fully clothed as they came together.
This time there was no gentleness in the act. He did not lather her skin with kisses, nor did he wait for her body to adjust… he just took her. He wasted no time, taking her quickly and roughly– making his pleasure her torture. He was angry– beyond angry, and he made sure Padmé knew that fact. She did. It was impossible to miss– it was so extreme that Padme was sure we would die. She screamed beneath him, gripping the mattress as he used the Force to hold her entire body down. He caught her screams within his mouth, pressing his lips hard against hers to swallow her cries. Eventually, her body began to find the pleasure in the act, but by that time, her body had already betrayed her and she had found relief before the pleasure had even started.
She gasped as Vader fell beside her, her heart beating painfully in her ears. Her body was hot and her core ached in a way that made her feel that she would never walk again. Still, she felt complete– like a woman. She closed her eyes underneath the blindfold, trying to calm her shivering body.
Did that really just happen?
She didn't think it did. It seemed too surreal. She had expected the worse torture– his worse anger, but only received a rough fuck? It didn't add up within her mind. Trying to put some space between them, Padmé began to pull away, only to be halted by Vader. He was back on top of her in a second, gripping her waist with both of his hands.
"I'm not done with you," he growled, before he slipped her over roughly and pinned her underneath his body.
She laid flat down against the mattress, her head turned to the side in an attempt to keep breathing as she felt his weight move above her. Vader glided his body down so that his chest was on her back and his member was rubbing sinfully against her bottom.
Her breath hitched as she felt it, a small moan escaping her lips.
"You feel that, Senator?" Vader growled, as his body pushed her even farther into the mattress. "How am I supposed to concentrate when I have this issue throughout the day?" He moved his hips causing the delicious friction that revealed his again hardened member. "See how quickly my issue reoccurs?"
Padmé breathed, her body on fire– screaming for him. It didn't matter if he had just taken her; she wanted to feel him inside her again. It wasn't just her anymore, it was him too. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. They were in this together.
"Then," he continued, thrusting forward roughly and causing a yelp to escape Padmé's lips. "You let that fool touch you!" He paused, his mouth lathering her neck with painful kisses while she squirmed breath him, the chills running through her body. "If I didn't make myself clear yesterday, Senator…" he threatened, his mouth near her ear. "I have no plans of sharing. I do not want his lips infecting your skin– invading my territory."
Padmé's heart stopped as she felt Vader pull down the zipper to her dress, the cold air hitting her skin. When the zipper reached the end of its course, he pulled the material open, but did not remove it. His lips moved from the side of her neck, to the back, lying kisses slowly, but possessively down her spine as he spoke.
"He's so proud." Kiss. "He thinks he has you." Kiss. "But you're mine." Kiss. "I've taken you." Kiss. "I'm your first." Kiss. "The marks are from me." Kiss. "Not him." He paused, his lips and breath near the bottom of her spine. "And I've seen you in far less clothing than that little dress he keeps recalling."
His arms wrapped around her waist as he used the Force to bring them both up. He pulled her up to her feet, their bodies still touching from where he stood behind her. Her knees were weak, but he supported her. Her mind was wild– wilder than it had ever been before because Vader wasn't just taking her, he was teasing her– dominating her… and she loved it.
"Lift your arms," he commanded, and she did what she was asked.
He began stripping her of her clothes, leaving only her bra and panties on. He lifted the heavy material over her head in one swoop and threw it to the corner of the room. The air hit Padmé's skin like a knife causing the blood to rush to her cheeks as her eyes widened beneath the blindfold. She was nearly naked in front of him, and she didn't care how silly it might have been to be embarrassed, but she was. He may have already taken her, but now she was his for the looking.
"This is more comfortable," he mused seductively, his breathe hot against her neck. "Isn't it, Senator?" He bit her neck, sending a series of even more chills down her spine that went right to her core. "After all, I've seen you like this before… and I say it's much more revealing than that little black dress."
His hands began to wonder her body, causing her to release sinful moans. Just from him touching her skin! He did nothing with his hands besides trailed them over her body. She closed her eyes as the leather moved across her belly, over her panties, and across her legs. Next, it came across her bottom, over her side, till it reached her chest. He moved his hands up and down her body, allowing her to feel the sense of him everywhere at once.
"Is this what you want, Senator?" Vader breathed into her ear as she rocked back against him. "I've seen this in you dreams. I've seen your desires. I've seen that you want me."
"Yes," she breathed, pushing against him, begging for more.
He pulled his hands away instantly, causing a loud whine to escape her lips. Using his hands and the Force, he twisted her and threw her on the bed roughly, but he did not come to her.
Padmé waited, her level of arousal keeping her from moving while she felt his eyes inspecting his body.
"I suppose," he began, lust and need in his voice as he lowered himself towards her. "I have seen you without one less material."
Her hips inclined as she felt his cold leather hands, grab onto her panties and begin to pull them down ever so slowly. They moved down her legs at a tortuously slow rate, moving over her knees and then ankles before they disappeared. Feeling her core exposed, she tried to close her legs, to hide herself from his preying eyes. She may have been enjoying the pleasure he was giving her, but she couldn't deny the redness that was still in her checks and the fluttering within her stomach. Her mind screamed that she didn't know this man– that he was a monster and ageless. He was watching her now, not just taking her.
Vader growled, almost sounding angry at her thoughts. He pushed her legs open effortlessly, settling his own body between them as he moved over her. "Don't hide from me," he growled, his teeth practically hitting her lips as he talked. "You're mine."
I'm his. The sentence shouldn't have felt right– she didn't want it to feel right, but it did. It made all of her fears evaporate into the air, even if only for a moment.
"I can please you in a way that fool could never do!" Vader continued, and Padmé silently agreed as his lip moved back to her neck.
He slipped into her effortlessly, the amount of wetness from her core allowing him easy entrance. The feeling of him inside of her burned for a moment, but Vader stopped this time to allow her body time to adjust. She nodded when she felt comfortable and the Sith began his thrusting immediately after. She held onto the sheets as he continued to ram into her, her moans only fueling him on. He brought her to the edge in mere moments, but paused just when she was about to find release.
"If you want to be pleasured," he stated, kissing her collarbone. "Than you shall behave."
She nodded frantically, her eyes still shut beneath the blindfold. Her body was exploding wanting to find relief– relief that only he could give. What could she do? She would do anything he asked.
"I will not watch as another man takes you in his mind and you only fuel him on," he growled, his voice frustrated and angry. "I will also ignore you when we are out of these establishments, and you will not act as if I cannot hear you. If you try that again, I might just have you on your desk without having the decency of kicking that fool out first."
"Please," she breathed, nodding frantically trying to move her body below him.
He pushed away from her and was silent, perhaps not amused, but regardless he regained his pace of his thrusting. She slid in and out of her, his groans beginning to fill the air as well. She was about to reach her climax. She could feel it. It was going to happen. It was right there. It was–
A comlink sounded from somewhere the sounded unpleasantly close and Padmé nearly cried as Vader halted his thrusting again. He pushed away from her, making her, for the first time, feel the pain of his belt against her skin.
"Vader," he snapped, placing his hand gently over her mouth.
There was a voice that answered, one that she could not hear over her beating heart and depth breathes, but undeniably female.
"Captain Muun, could this not wait till later?"
Padmé's heart dropped and her anger exploded within her chest upon hearing the woman's name leave his lips. There she was, practically naked under the Sith Lord and it had been Ellé that came between her and her release.
You're mine, his voice echoed in her mind.
She could hear Ellé's voice respond to his question, giving some excuse that was far too long for Padmé's liking. It caused Ellé's voice to echo within her own mind. He gives everyone– especially female officers a chance, she had said. He isn't sexist.
They were two memories that caused her gears in her mind to turn.
If she was his, then this man would be hers. She would not be treated like a child– like a plaything. She would be treated like a woman, like one of his female officers that he allowed the chance to prove. He was not threatened by feminine power, or would think she was weak because of her sex. She was a woman; a woman that would not deny that the member inside of her gave her more pleasure than she could even comprehend. She was a woman; a woman that felt such a pull to the man above her that she was freighted of what it meant. She hated Darth Vader. It was a fact that would never change… but the man that had taken her had not been Darth Vader; the man that stayed with her at night was not Darth Vader. The man above her was not Darth Vader. She could never change the Sith Lord, and she would always hate him for the things he had done, but she was tired of losing. She was tired of playing this never-ending game.
For once she felt like she was wanted– like she was empowered. She had a power over him that she felt no one else did. He needed her sexually just as she needed him. The feelings would always be there: the hatred and the need. She never knew how to control them– they always overwhelmed her and she never knew how to react. She had never felt like this before. It had been thrown at her before she was ready, but she understood now. She could have both– her lover and the Sith. That was nothing to be ashamed of– not if anyone knew anyways. It could be her secret– their secret.
"Captain Muun," he growled again. "I fail to see how this concerns me."
Padmé vocally growled, causing Vader to press harder against her lips with his hand; but she couldn't stand to hear him say her name while he was inside of her. It made her feel used– feel wrong.
There were already so many things wrong with what they were doing; she didn't need Ellé adding to the list. Not only was what they were doing "illegal," but also there were so many things wrong with how they were doing it. He was clothed and she was not. He was above her while she was at his mercy below. She was blinded while he watched her moan for him– watched her naked body move beneath him. She didn't even know what he looked like, anything about him. Vader hadn't even truly touched her, skin to skin. In so many ways she felt used– felt wrong, but she was through feeling this way, like she was a second choice to his large amount of previous lovers.
The rage– the jealousy finally exploded and Padmé decided if she was going to do this, she was going to this this in the rightest way possible. She was going to set the record straight.
Waiting for her opportunity, she felt Vader shift above her, moving from the support of both his arms to only one. She couldn't see, but she could feel the pressure of his hand on the bed beside her. She could feel his annoyance and his distraction because of the call– his need to get it over with and finish what he had started. He was off-balance and unsuspecting– the perfect combination.
Acting quickly, she moved her arm downwards, knocking his supporting arm away while she used her body to push him sideways. Surprisingly, he rolled over as planned, a surprise gasp escaping from his lips as she rolled with him. She smiled as they came to a stop; her straddling his hips, still connected above him. He was at her mercy as he lay below her, or so she liked to think.
It was empowering sitting above him, sitting above a powerful man in a way she was sure no one else ever had. She feared that as he began to move that he would push her down to regain whatever power she had taken, but instead, she felt one of his gloved hands wrap around her hips, holding her steady.
She smiled and closed her eyes beneath the blindfold as she shifted her weight, feeling the exquisite pressure of him still inside her. It felt completely different than before, but still perfect. She let out a small moan as she moved, hearing Vader do the same, but muffling his own sounds with a large intake of breath.
"Captain Muun, Captain Contivo," he breathed, his arousal hidden within his anger. "I do not care how urgent you think this matter is. I am extremely busy."
Busy is right, Padmé growled to herself. Far too busy for you, Ellé.
She began to move her hips back and forth in a way she felt–and hoped was right. She wanted to do anything to make him end the conversation, but both officers replied causing Padmé to grow even more impatient. She had to do something to grab Vader's attention, but what?
She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she moved her hands to her back. There, she unclipped her bra before she slipped it off of her body and threw it behind her somewhere in the room. She turned back to him, feeling his eyes burning into her newly exposed chest from underneath the blindfold.
"Lord Vader," the man continued. "I just feel–"
"Can the situation be handled without me?" Vader repeated, his voice hardly hiding his arousal which caused Padmé to smile.
There was a silence on the other end of the comlink before a small, "Yes, but I–"
The man never got to finish before Padmé heard the device being thrown to the opposite side of the room.
She shifted uncomfortably on top of the Sith, knowing she had his full attention. "I'm naked," she breathed, her voice low and nervous.
"You are," he agreed, his mind obviously preoccupied with her body as his eyes inspected her from below.
She didn't respond, but she felt as Vader's hands moved suddenly to her hips, pushing her upwards. She didn't know what he was doing, but she silently did as he asked, rising just enough to put a small amount of space between them, but not enough to disconnect them. She heard a loud snap from beneath her, before the pull of his belt away from their bodies. She felt as the material and his lightsaber glided passed her body before being thrown to the floor, giving more relief than she realized.
"And now you're more comfortable," he stated, as her body was able to drop closer onto his member.
She moaned loudly as she felt his member move deeper inside her, her body moving closer to him as she threw her head back in delight. She felt Vader's hands move leisurely away from her hips and up her stomach before coming to stop on top of her breasts. He messaged her chest gently, before his fingers moved to her nipples. He made them perk as he played with them roughly, causing Padmé's moans to increase.
Remember, her mind screamed between her ecstasy. Remember, why you did this.
Her hands grabbed onto Vader's, stopping his motions as she held his hands against her chest. "I–I have…" she breathed, trying desperately to regain strength against her need. "I have requests."
"I'm listening," he replied, his voice back to being void of any emotion.
"If I'm yours," she whispered, her voice completely serious. "Than you're mine."
"And?" Vader pressed, answering as if it was the most obvious and normal request in the world.
Padmé's mouth nearly dropped, "You don't have a problem with that?"
"No." Vader replied, his fingers moving against her nipples again impatiently.
She held onto his hands tighter, feeling the difference between the metal and flesh beneath the gloves as she stopped them. "But what about Ellé?"
"What about Captain Muun?" he growled, his voice hard and confused. He buckled against her, his member growing inside of her core. "I am not trying to pursue anyone else, Senator, and I will be more than willing to listen to your requests after this is done."
She closed her eyes behind the blindfold; smiling to herself as she felt his confession and movements send sparks through every one of her cells. "If I have to behave to be pleasured," she stated, suppressing a moan that threatened to escape her lips. "You have to as well… within reason of course considering that you are a Sith."
"To the best of my ability," he replied, his teeth grinding within his mouth.
"I'm not a child," she continued. "I don't want to be treated as one. I am a woman and–"
"I see no point in this," Vader snapped, his voice rough from arousal and impatience. "I wouldn't fuck a child, Senator! I believe I'm aware of your age and your sex."
"I don't want to feel as if you don't respect me," Padmé continued, ignoring his silent pleas for relief. "You may be powerful, Lord Vader, but I am–"
"Senator," he snapped agitatedly; "Who is on top of who?"
She smiled, hearing his need in his throat as he answered her questions. It was thrilling knowing that she had power of him– power that she didn't want to give up just yet.
"I don't want you holding any of this over my head," she added. "Your teasing comments within these walls I can live with, not outside of them."
"I believe I said I was ignoring you outside of these establishments," Vader equipped. "There is no need."
Obviously unable to hold back the motion, he buckled again, moving himself inside of her. Padmé laid her hands on top of his chest, the feeling radiating through her body and drawing her strength. Her core and breasts ached in a way she never experienced. She couldn't hold it off any longer. She needed him; screw the plan.
We can do this later, Padmé thought, her eyes practically rolling into her head.
"We can," he agreed, hearing her thoughts. His hands latched onto her sides as he began his thrusts again; ready to take what was his.
"Wait!" Padmé screamed, surprised to feel Vader come to a complete stop beneath her. "I want one more thing."
"Hmm?" Vader mumbled as if unable to speak.
"I'm naked," she stated again. "And although I won't force you to be the same. I want one thing."
As if knowing her request, Vader pulled one of his gloved hands away from her hip and moved it into her grasp since she could not see. Her fingers fastened onto his hand, smiling wildly. She wasted no time as she undid the latches on the sides of the glove before pulling it off and setting it on the bed beside her. She moved her fingers in between his flesh fingers, the feeling captivating her– Oh, how she missed the feeling of his flesh. She could have stayed like that forever, but she felt Vader's irritation beginning to grow. With his hand within her, she moved his hand down her body; across her chest, down her stomach, brushing her core, before settling it back into place at her hips. She shivered as she did so, the feeling of his flesh on her driving her even closer to insanity.
"Okay," she breathed. "Take me."
Author's Note: Progress! Yay! Well drop a review! Thanks everyone! Lots of love!