Once they were outside, Vader could see that the rebels were combing every inch of the forest. He turned to Padme, who looked at him with triumph in her eyes. She knew that there was no way to escape and that soon Vader would be found. Vader knew that his only hope of leaving would be to do so quietly without detection. He also knew that that option was impossible with Padme along. He could only think of one thing to do in order to go away undetected. He turned to Padme, determined to silence her once and for all. Padme saw the dark look in his eyes as he pulled her roughly towards him. Padme opened her mouth to scream, but before she could, blackness engulfed her fully and she knew no more.
A cooing noise awoke the beautiful girl with a start. She sat up, her eyes shocked as she looked at the strange surroundings. The small cottage blended into a massive tree. There were large green vines growing along the wooden walls that made up the cottage. There were a couple of simple furnishings in the small room. The girl found herself tucked into a small wooden bed in the far side of the room. She shivered in nervousness, her hands rising to touch her head in confusion. Her usually pinned up hair lay in cascades around her. Long locks fanned her face. She felt a rush of cold caress her skin. She realized, looking down at herself that she had nothing else on but a warm blanket to cover her body. Otherwise, she was completely nude.
Something else shifted in the room. The girl's huge brown eyes tried focusing on a figure on the far corner of the darkened room. The figure only clothed in black fitting pants and dark boots emerged from the corner. His bronze muscular skin gleamed with the morning sunlight. His golden hair framed his handsome features, marred by a thin scar running down the side of his face.
Padme tugged the sheets closer around her, trying to cover every inch of her body.
"Why am I here?" she asked him. "What happened?"
"Nothing," Vader replied, his eyes dark as he roamed her small form. He smiled seductively at her then. "I haven't made unseemly advances in your docile state."
Padme looked at him, uncertainty in her eyes.
"What kind of monster are you?" she asked, trying to understand what was going on. "How did you escape? What did you do to me?"
Darth Vader merely assessed her. She was far more beautiful than he had originally thought. He was pleased that he was able to carry out his plan almost without fail. Using the Force to subdue Padme was a last minute resort. He carried her, slumped over his shoulder as he made his way through the forest. He knew exactly where to go, how to avoid detection. He had planned this for months, ever since he first saw Padme's image as a list of suspects that contributed to the failure of several of the Republic's plans. Never in his life had Darth Vader allowed himself to feel any kind of emotion for anyone. He was taught from an early age that emotion was a hindrance that would only get in the way of his personal ambitions. His only function was to do the bidding of the Republic and the Chancellor. He never bothered to question those who controlled him, but did their bidding because he saw that the outcome of his actions gained him power. He hardened his heart, not allowing for anyone to glimpse inside of it until even he was blind to what emotions he harbored inside.
That was his life until he saw Padme's image on a holo screen. The Security for the Republic were going over a list of suspects and as Padme's image appeared, something within Vader began to come alive. A surge of curiosity, desire, began to course through him. For the first time he was aware that he even had a heart, curious by how he felt it beat within his breast for the first time. Since then, Vader had had dreams of Padme. These dreams haunted him, vexed him. Never had he felt such growing desires for anyone. Her very image tormented him. Growing up he was able to find momentary distraction for his baser desires. He would venture into the lower levels of Coruscant to deal with his carnal urges. Once these desires were met, he would leave and pay the women for the services they rendered him. He never bothered to look back nor exchange any words with them. He cared not who they were so long as they placated the raging desires he knew the Force could not control within him.
Now, as he stared at the object of desire on the bed, he smiled. He found Padme intriguing. Even the tone of her voice was intoxicating. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to explore the deepest recess of her mind until he knew her fully. He never wanted to forget her and was determined that she never forget him as well. He prepared himself for an interesting battle, knowing that she was going to fight him with every ounce of her being.
"Why am I here!" she yelled out angrily. "Is this some kind of twisted plan that the Republic has lowered itself to do?"
"You're here because I wish you to be," Vader replied curtly. "The Emperor wants you dead, you know," he added, watching for her reaction.
Padme was seething anger. "And of course he sends his lackey to do his dirty work for him," she spat out.
For some reason, her accusations bothered Vader. He didn't like her calling him anyone's lackey. He was free from the confines of slavery because of the Emperor. He owed him his life. The Emperor was the only one who bothered with a small slave boy left abandoned after the death of his mother.
"You don't know anything about me," he said in a menacing tone. "You're still alive, aren't you?"
"I won't give you any information you seek, you know," Padme said. "You might as well kill me now. I'm not going to talk. There isn't anything left for you butchers to manipulate me with. My parents are dead, I have no family. I only live to see all of you destroyed."
"Revenge drives you then" Vader said, coming to rest at the side of the bed. Padme scooted away from him, watching him warily.
"Call it what you want, you monster," she angrily said. "It's payback time. You and your Emperor will not survive this war."
"You're that sure of yourself, are you?" Vader asked, his voice brittle. His blue eyes bore deeply into hers. Padme's voice caught in her throat. It was as if he was trying to see inside her. She couldn't look away from his penetrating gaze. His nearness, combined with his state of half undress and her complete nakedness lend for a change in the already tense atmosphere. There seemed to be something electric between them. Padme clutched the sheets closer to her, holding her breath as Vader reached out to touch her cheek. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, his tone changing. His fingers slowly traced her jaw line to the richness of her full bottom lip.
"You shouldn't do that," Padme tried saying with conviction. "Please let me go."
"I'll let you go," Vader said, leaning over. His steely blue eyes never breaking his hold on hers. "Eventually." Before Padme could say anything else, he covered her lips with his with a searing kiss. Padme gasped, surprised at herself for allowing him such liberties, but she couldn't seem to help herself. The growing desires in her body were betraying her. She couldn't move, only allow this new wave of emotions to overwhelm her.
Vader sunk his hands into the richness of Padme's hair and allowed himself to drown in her perfume, in her essence. He deepened his kiss, spurred on by the mewling sounds Padme was making as he plunged her mouth with his tongue. Her taste was just as intoxicating as the sweetest Corelian wine. He nipped her lower lip, his hands gently kneading into her scalp, one hand lowering to touch the rich satin skin of her exposed back. She felt as smooth as silk. Vader felt himself hardening all the more. He needed to be inside her now, but grater was his need to explore Padme's body, to make her want him just as much as he wanted her.
As he continued his drugging kisses, he gently slipped away the blanket that stood as a barrier between them. He pressed her closer to him, her nakedness pressed against his chest. Padme moaned as Vader lowered his lips to capture one pink nipple into his mouth. Her breasts were small and well shaped. He sucked, biting down gently as his other hand pressed her more fully to him. Padme's eyes fluttered close, her hands holding his head to her. She felt something slippery wet between her thighs and pressed her knees closer, her breath coming in shorter intervals.
Vader pressed Padme back, removing the sheets . His hands roamed over her body, nipping and kissing the areas left exposed. Rough calloused hands exposed every crevice and valley of her body, his tongue licking at exposed flesh, wanting to taste every part of her. Padme wimpered, the ache between her legs becoming unbearable. Sensing her high state of arousal, Vader slipped two fingers inside her wet sheath and stroked her discomfort. Padme's body jerked, pressing herself closer to Vaders expert fingers. Soon she was moving in unison with what he was doing to the lower half of her body. Vader covered her lips once again with his, igniting more her desires. Padme grabbed his wrist, holding his hand closer to her center as her body began to convulse in release.
"Ohhhh!" Padme moaned. Before she could reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, Vader removed his hand and quickly settled himself between her thighs. He dispensed with the rest of his attire, watching Padme's chest rise and fall. Beads of perspiration began to glisten in her body. It made Vader even more aroused than he thought possible. He looked down upon Padme, her eyes half closed in desire, her body plaint and ready for his invasion. Before giving her another searing kiss, he hoarsely whispered into her ear, "Call me Anakin. My name is Anakin."
"Ani," Padme whispered, before his mouth covered hers.
Anakin eased himself into Padme's waiting warmth. Her entrance was wet and slippery, allowing for easier penetration. Padme clutched Anakin's shoulders as he pressed himself more deeply inside her. There was only a moment of discomfort for Padme as Anakin did away with her maidenhead, but then she began to feel a moment of completion as she felt Anakin fully inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, never wanting the moment to end.
Anakin slowly began to create friction between their bodies as he slid in and out of her sheath. Padme began to move her hips following Anakin's steady rhythm. She felt him stretch her even more as he sank deep inside her. He picked up speed as he felt the first waves of ecstacy hit him. He watched Padme's expression, his eyes taking in her reactions. Padme wimpered and called out Anakin's name.
"Oh, Gods!" she cried as she experience powerful orgasms shake her. She clutched Anakin's powerful arms. Her cries only spurred Anakin to slow his pace to prolong their release. He began to shake, thinking that perhaps he should pull out of Padme before he spilled his seed inside her, but she felt so good beneath him that he didn't care if he spilled into her twenty times over. In fact, it only made him thinks of other ways to enjoy his moments with her.
As waves of orgasms overtook Anakin, he moaned loudly, loving the feel of Padme's smooth skin beneath him and the way her tight sheath enclosed his engorged shaft.
Padme screamed her release as Anakin' s hoarse cry filled the room. He collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her under his weight. Padme lay panting beneath him, gasping for air. She felt a rush of cool air hit her body, sending shivers down her spine. She opened her eyes, only to see Anakin hovering above her, still catching his breath. Realization of what she just done came crashing around her, but as she shifted her legs to push him away, she could only feel him more inside of her. She gasped at how quickly she felt her own arousal and instead of pushing him from her, she surprised them both by wrapping her legs around him and forcing him deeper inside her. She pushed her body forward, her nails digging into his arms as she felt his arousal lengthen inside her sheath. Anakin lowered his lips to catch hers and kissed her deeply as he pushed himself inside her. This time their mating was almost animalistic as each fought for control over the other. Anakin pinned her down, but Padme fought to meet his every thrust.
The hours of the day slipped away as the two figures in bed continued their fierce mating. They rested briefly, entwined in each others arms, only to awaken again and resume their growing passion for the other. No words were exchanged, no promises made, for both already knew that their time together was to be brief. Maybe in another time, each silently thought, never wanting to voice what was growing in their hearts.
As night overtook day and then gave way to day again, the girl in the cottage awoke to the sounds of chirping birds again. Again she felt cool air hit her skin. The girls eyes fluttered opened as her arms automatically searched for her bed partner. Before she became fully awake she knew that she would be alone. She knew that he would go away and she might never see him again. A great emptiness filled her heart. All the emotion that she had bottled up inside began to spill forth. She began to cry, knowing that her life would never be the same again.