I turned over to face him with a look of bewilderment.
"Anakin, how did you—I thought you've never done this before?"
He placed his fingers on my temples and began to rub in small circular motions.
"The mind of a person blinded by passion is a weak yet curious thing. Though you may not have realized it, I set up a home in your mind and you were screaming to me exactly what you wanted me to do. Where to place my hands. How slow. How fast. How…" he ran his other hand, his cold mechanical hand, up my thigh. "…Deep."
I gasped and smacked him playfully away.
"Get out of my head, Lord Vader."
He buried his face in my neck and whispered,
"I only meant to please you, milady."
I let out forced laugh.
"You came, you saw, you conquered…although, not exactly in that order." I winked. "That was the best fuck of my lifetime! I've never been with a man that brought the Force into the bedroom—whether that be reading my every thought, every moan, every scream…or manipulating it to choke me and force me to come on command. I figured the Force couldn't be exploited in that way."
"You liked that, did you?" He grinned. "You have much to learn. I am more powerful than you think. I manipulated your body with the Force…or perhaps you just wanted me that badly."
"You truly are a dark lord. Your face was full of such power and aggression—you are even more so attractive with your face full of such passion."
"I suppose I used you as an outlet for my hatred for the Jedi. I needed further domination over something, or someone."
"That's alright. I understand."
He shook his head.
"Upon layers of childish levity, there is a very scared, insecure, upset, and above all else lonely person that few people ever see."
I set up and faced him, a look of concern spreading over my face.
"Oh, Ani. You never have to feel lonely again. You have me."
"For who knows how long, though." He said, looking away.
"What do you mean?"
"Obi-Wan is aware of what I've done and where I'm headed. I can feel his sorrow through the Force. He plans to confront me on Mustafar."
I placed my hand on his.
"He plans to kill you?"
"If that's what it comes to. Neither one of us is going to leave that planet the same man we were, I assure you." He sat up as well and brought me into his chest with his strong arms. "But don't think of that now. In your arms, I have known the Force my fully than Jedi or Sith could ever teach. You give me my strength. I'd rather die alone than die without you. I love you."
I looked up into his great blue eyes—tears welling up in them.
"You do?"
"I want to die with you. I can't imagine a life worth living without you."
"Don't say such things, Ani. You're not going to die. I swear it."
There was a long pause. Anakin's eyes glazed over with sleep.
"Since this time is the last time, could I hold you all night long?"
I brushed a stray curl off his forehead and snuggled closer to him. I didn't know what he meant by "since this time is the last time," though. Although, I deeply feared he sensed something I didn't about his trip to Mustafar—something horrific that he didn't care to admit.
"Of course." I finally answered.