Still not mine.
In his dream she straddles his thighs, they're both fully dressed and she looks down on him, a wicked light in her dark eyes.
"You are at my mercy." She whispers, bending so her mouth hovers just above his, yet far enough away so he can't touch her.
"Do with me as you want, my lady." He tells her with a wicked grin.
She smiles and its tender and so full of love it makes his heart ache.
"I miss you." He blurts out, his hands settling on her hips so she can't draw away.
"Then you shouldn't have choked me."
His fingers tighten on her hips, digging in until she makes a sound of protest.
"Obi Wan turned you against me."
Her smile was sad. "Do you think I could forgive you for killing children?" Her hand settled on her flat belly. "I was carrying your child yet you were so willing to slaughter other beings children, and you think I could understand that?"
"They were nothing to me."
She slips off him, sitting on the bed, her back turned to him. "Then you have your reasons why I turned against you."
"You would have understood eventually."
"I doubt that."
"I would have made you."
She looked over her shoulder at him. "How? Torture?"
He recoils from her. How could she think that? He never would have harmed her.
"I would never hurt you."
For the first time he since he met her, her laughter was cynical. "I assure you the Force choke didn't tickle."
"You had betrayed me."
She sighed wearily. "I have to go."
"No." Cold, implacable, it was Vader's voice, a voice that was obeyed instantly.
One moment she was there on the bed, the next she had faded into nothingness.
Rage filled him.
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When Vader woke he found that in his sleep he had inadvertently crumbled the fame of his bed so it was warped and twisted.