Nula's P.O.V:
The morning sun is shining down on the town of Mos Espa, when I come out the shower room and suddenly hear a commotion going outside in the corridor, which makes me wonder why is the Twi'lek, sounding panicked.
The door suddenly opens, because I had forgotten to lock it and immediately, I feel a full blush rise on my cheeks in embarrassment that he was seeing me like this. Anakin Skywalker, not Lord Vader, is now blushing as well and quickly shuts the door then summoning the key card, over to him, locks it.
He turns back around to face me, turning his face to one side and covering his mouth, gives a fake cough to cover his embarrassment. The fact that he had not knocked, before coming in and comes over then sits down the chair, near the window.
"Why Tatooine?" He asks me, looking at me and I feel like I had been slap in the face, metaphorically.
He was from this planet, that's way he knew it and curse myself, for choosing it. I thought that it would keep me hidden, yet it seemed I had forgotten about him.
He frowns at me, probably wondering what I'm thinking and suddenly, feel black gloved hand take hold of my chin then tilt it upwards, so I see his eyes. I seem to forget how to breathe, while my heart is thudding against my ribcage, blood is rushing in my ears then his other hand comes up, it takes hold of the towel.
I tremble, slightly which he notices and soon steps close to me as he looks at me then gently, unwraps it to reveal me to him. It slides down my arms and onto the bed cover of the bed then he takes hold of the back of my head, pulling it back slightly by my hair.
"What are you afraid of?" He asks, mostly to himself and not expecting an answer from me as I bite my bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood.
He leans forwards as it trickles down and laps it up with his tongue, gently as I quiver at the touch of feeling it then he pushes me backwards onto the bed. He gets over me, one hand sifting through my hair and the other he places on my abdomen then slides it upwards as I arch slightly at the feel of the leather glove on my skin.
I can feel through it, the heat of his hand and soon he is sliding back downwards to between my thighs, where the stillness of the Hotel Room is suddenly broken by a cry coming from me.
I soon find myself digging my hands into the sheets, laying my head to one side on the pillow and keeping my eyes closed, tightly as I whimper as his hand moves between my thighs in way that is making me, feel hot.
Like I was burning and soon he moves to sit up, flinging the cloak off onto the floor then sliding off the bed, stands up straight as he begins to take off the new robes that he is wearing. They soon fall to the floor and because of the gaze he is giving me, I can't move or do anything.
He grabs hold of me, pulling me down and pushing my legs apart, takes hold of my hips. He pulls them down, making a small cry come from me, trembling at the sametime as he becomes fully sheathed inside me.
Was I afraid?
Why was did it feel like I was burning up inside?
He's inside me.
It hurts.
Is it meant to hurt like this?
I rise, slightly and hunch into his chest, which is covered in old battle scars then feel him, place him around hands on my back. He pushes me back onto the bed cover and strokes my cheek, lightly with one of his metal hands then begins to slowly and gently, undulate his hips back and forth, slowly and gently into mine.
I bring my hands up, taking hold of the back of his head with one hand and the other his shoulder, gasping at the feel of him, moving inside me and being over me.
It was against my code – Jedi could not love, marry or have relationship – and yet, here I was while this man - this man who lost everything and everyone – makes love to me.
She is warm against him. Her body resisting first, when he pushes into her and she hunches into his chest, making him place his hands on her back, feeling in the process the tattoo she has on her back.
He pushes her back down on the cover and moving one hand away from her back, strokes her cheek gently with one of his metal hands then begins to slowly and gently, undulate his hips back and forth into her's.
Her hands come up, one taking hold of the back of his head – sifting through his hair – and the other taking hold of his shoulder for support, while gasps begin to come from her. He looks down at her, watching how she writhes underneath him, mouth opening in small gasps and head tilting backwards as he continues to move inside her.
Nula…you're so beautiful.
That's it, voice what you're feeling with what I'm giving you.
That's it, place your legs around me.
He feels her wrap his legs around his waist, while he takes hold of her hands and placing them either side of her head, clasps his metal fingers in hers then starts to speed up his thrusts in her. Sweat that had formed, is running down her body like water droplets and over her breasts, which the nipples of have risen and peaked.
Anakin, can feel inside him that the pressure that has been building is coming to climax and lifting his head to look at her, can feel by the way she is moving her hips into his thrusts that she too is approaching climax then lifting her into his lap, takes hold of the back of her head with one hand, entangling it in her silky hair.
He rests his other on her back, moving her up and down with gentle movement, her moans breaking the stillness of the hotel room as she tilts her head backwards to expose a pale throat that makes him, kiss it gently with his lips.
He keeps on moving inside her, knowing that he is close and soon it hits, his body tensing against her's as she gives an unexpected cry, clenching her thighs tightly around his waist. His vision turns white, blocking out every sound, but the thudding of his heart against his ribcage and can feel a strange calmness wash over him.
Afterwards, he watches quietly as the young woman, calmly sleeps next to him and gently placing a hand on her tattoo, he strokes the dragon softly with a gentle touch then laying his head down on the pillow, pulls the covers up around them both.
Sleep overcomes him and he allows to have no nightmares for once.