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"How can we solve this?" They sit on a long red velvet couch with no back. Palpatine isn't sure if it is love indeed. But something is throwing off his dark senses and he's drawn to Marilla in such an unexpected way. Something he thought was way beyond him.

"Master Yaddle, said that the introspective journey would help, but that I could only get a proper solution if I reunited with you. So far it hasn't made a difference." She looks at him with those big eyes and he's feeling her stare in his skin, the Force is lighter when she's around, that much he is sure. "What do you think we should do?"

He pulls away from her, decided not to give in to her enchantments. "I didn't even know about this before you came along! How am I suppose to fix it?" his anger grows "I don't have time for you, Marilla!" But the words feel raw in his mind. He is lying, and she knows when he lies.

"I might have an idea."

Palpatine opens his arms relieved. "Alright! What is it?"

"Have you ever heard of the Sith Oracle Stone?"

He faces her frowning with his crazy eyes. 'Is she crazy?' he asks. That kind of power… and behind his Master's back? "No." He nods.

"Palpatine, please."

"I don't need this. As long as you're not here, I will be powerful!"

"Look at me," she pleads. "you clearly forgot about me, but I haven't forgotten about you. That means our past isn't buried, as much as we try to hide it. Now that you know about this, you too won't be able to forget."

Palpatine nears her, his face close to hers, his breath reaching her small nose. "I do not love you Marilla."

"That may be, but I love you. And we're both affected by it."

Marilla's hands grab his cheeks. They're warm, just has he remembers. She pulls him to her, kissing him passionately. Her tongue touches his, revolving around in a mixture of sparks. She tastes sour and sweet like the Muja fruit that grew on the back garden of his house. A place he now remembers clearly, there's no dark surrounding it like before. He recalls the days at University, his sister's laugh, the excitement of learning about the law.

Palpatine takes Marilla on his arms, laying her down on the couch while she rubs her hands through his red hair. They feel each other clearly, Palpatine's mind is light and he can't seem to pull away. He doesn't want to pull away. Their breath is heavy on each other's neck. There's only a magnet force pushing him against her.

He removes her robes and then her top, and finally her belt. The lightsaber falls back on the floor but neither of them seems to care. When facing her naked chest Palpatine stares at it for a moment. 'You're weak, Palpatine' he thinks, but his thoughts aren't daunting. They just prove something he had been afraid to admit. With his finger he traces some of her birthmarks and then stares into her eyes. Marilla grabs his head kissing him once more. She removes his dark outfit and then his bottoms.

In that moment, in that couch, Marilla and Palpatine are one. They roll over each other, producing indescribable sounds none of them has ever made before. They interact with pleasure and unite each other in a disgusting but exciting way. Marilla's touch is like fireworks on his skin but just as he's about to enter her, the dark comes back to his eyes and the anger makes him squeeze her arms drawing blood, as his eyes go red.

Marilla pushes him back with The Force, grabbing her bloody arm. "Ahhh!" she complains, naked. Vulnerable.

Palpatine looks at her, at his hands and instantly regrets it. But then he regrets regretting it. "What did you make me do?"

"We both did it Palpatine." She stands. Naked, and walks towards him also naked on the floor. "You love me, and I love you. I don't know why. I'm not supposed to. You've done so many bad things and I was born to serve, but you… You're evil, a Sith. Something about us is destined, like you're meant to be mine and I'm meant to be yours. Like that - " she points at the couch " – is what we're supposed to do every single day of our lives. When we were young, I rejected you but never to forget, Palpatine. Maybe this is all my fault, maybe I've hurt our chances at being what we were really meant to be. Or maybe I'm to blame for our lonely lives. Either way, I don't blame you, but I expect you to help me finish it."

Palpatine looks at her, there's seriousness in her eyes. She's above him, and still she's the one begging. "If it helps us both." He'd never just offer his assistance to another, unless they were his apprentices, so he just convinced that above all this was a good thing for himself.