A/N: A part of me feels messed up for having this chapter directly after the last one but oh well… *If you are not 18 or older please -seriously - don't read.* I wrote half of this while super tired so once again excuse any of the spelling errors or grammar, I just wanted to upload this before exam week gets any worse. I updated the last chapter after I fixed some of the obvious errors. Over 8,000 words today so I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 7: A Blank Slate

Padmé stirred awake with a pounding headache, before even opening her eyes she pulled herself up on the bed clutching her forehead mindlessly. What in the hell happened last night? She wondered as her eyes slowly pealed open. She gasped shuffling back under black silk sheets; this wasn't her room! Her eyes darted around frantic, no one was there. She knew it must be Vader's room, her own room looked quite similar but the entirety of the outside walls were windows, giving an entire one-eighty degree view of the skyline. The floors were shimmering smoke hued marble, with a seating area consisting of two large black leather couches. One large bookshelf spanned the entirety of the side wall and that feature had her already discombobulated mind, spinning. Leaning forward to inspect it further, Padmé noticed the shelves were lined with real leather back books, some of which looked ancient. Besides the bookcase, the room hardly seemed lived in- it was sparkling clean. Not a thing was out of place besides an onyx cloak draped over the back of one of the couches and an ornate glass bottle of liquor beside a pair of matching old-fashioned glasses.

A gush of relief washed through her as she realized they'd made it safely back to his establishments- that was until she shifted again, she could feel too much of the covers against her skin. She almost screamed looking down at herself. Why in the Force's name am I naked?! Her thoughts were manic, her cheeks screaming hot. The sound of running water caught her ears and another whole other wave of horror hit her. Shit, Shit, Shit… Padmé chanted over and over in her mind as she glanced around the bed for her clothes. Nothing was there. Her eyes flickered back to the onyx cloak, thinking of borrowing it in order to get back to her room- then give it to 3PO for him to return.

Would it be wrong if she left? Force, she couldn't remember a damn thing… the last thing she could recall was- fuck, thinking about kissing him on the balcony. Was it possible she'd blacked-out and just totally lost all sense of reservation and just did what her body wanted? She'd had three strong drinks in an hour and she'd lost weight since the last time drinking so much. "Oh fuck," she cursed almost inaudibly. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done something so scandalous. Waking up with Clovis after going out with some friends was a shocker but she still remembered bits and pieces to remind her it was what she wanted. It was certainly not in her character to do such a thing at a kriffing gala- to throw herself at a Dark kriffing Lord! Her only sense of understanding what had happened was that she didn't feel any tenderness- there was no doubt she would considering it had been a couple months since the last time she'd had a sexual encounter.

Deciding it was in her best judgement to leave and accept that whatever had transpired between them was indeed a mistake. She put her plan into action, slipping out of the covers- Padmé ran in a tiptoe towards the couch, her eyes pinned on Vader's cloak. The cold air of the room hit her bare skin immediately, forcing her to shove her arms into the sleeves much faster than she'd imagined. What she didn't notice was that the shower had stopped. Just as she was about to open the main door to make an escape- she froze hearing the fresher door open.

"I'll ah… I'll just be going," Padmé nervously laughed not even wanting to glance in his direction due to the shame that was eating away at her mind.

"Why?" Vader's voice carried through her ears in true wonder and her eyes couldn't help but glance towards him. Padmé's jaw struggled with every ounce of restraint not to drop at the sight she witnessed. Any reply she may have countered with evaporated in an instant. A tall, handsome man around her age stood in the doorway of the fresher, a white towel hanging provocatively around his hips. Padmé's cheeks flared an all new shade of red when she couldn't help but take in every single detail about him. His skin was evenly tanned, the only place where it wasn't was just above the juncture of his right arm where it seamlessly continued into a gold and black metal prosthetic. Another notable feature of his skin was that it was shrouded in scars. But in her eyes they were hardly evident as her gaze lingered on the etched muscles of his chest and biceps still glistening from his shower. His dark blond locks were beaded in droplets, still accentuating his face with some of the strands acting unruly. A vertical scar resided through the edge of his right eyebrow but it was his chiseled jawline, full lips, and warm golden eyes that made her body almost melt.

Padmé opened her mouth to say something, anything- she'd been standing there looking dumbfounded for too long. "What?" She asked shaking her head gently, truly not really knowing what he'd said or what she was just about to go do.

"I asked, why you felt the need to leave?" He reminded her, a small smirk pulling at the edges of his lips.

"Well… last night," she muttered with a bit of reluctance, tugging his cloak tighter across her body, "I wasn't myself- and- I," her voice began to stutter, not making any damn sense as she tried to formulate a reason why she wouldn't do something with him. Her intoxicated state was no doubt completely at the mercy of her body if he'd shown his face last night. "I mean…" The woman almost felt the need to smack herself to get whatever stalling that was going on in her brain to stop. She was acting like an idiot because of what- because he was nice-looking? Though there was also the fact she was hungover, that didn't help with her thought capacity at all. "You're younger than I thought you'd be," she blurted out, still too in shock from his sudden unveiling. A wider crooked smile formed across his face, flashing her a set of perfectly white teeth as he wondered further into the room towards she guessed was his closet.

"You're acting like this is the first time you've seen me," He chuckled rejoining her in the bedroom now wrapped in a black silk robe, drying his hair.

"Well… I really don't remember all that happened last night," she admitted, her eyes lingering on the twisted sheets draped haphazardly across his bed before connecting back with his golden gaze. His expression morphed to one of almost indifference, making the woman immediately feel guilty. "Anyway… I should go," she awkwardly replied shifting on her toes, mortified by her current situation.

"I'd feel better if you stayed," he frowned raking a hand through his hair.

Padmé's eyes darted lingered on the floor, thinking that maybe she should stay considering she'd only have to see him again in the future- which would no doubt be just as tediously awkward. "Okay," she whispered reaching her hand away from the door controls. "Can you enlighten me on what we actually did?" She laughed dryly, taking a dainty seat onto the brim of the bed.

"After you spoke with the Senators from Alderaan and Chandrila, we left a few hours after that. We didn't do what you're thinking if that makes you feel better," he assured her taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

Thank the Force, her thoughts whispered as her head fell into her hands, "I'm sorry you had to deal with me. Truly, I usually never act like that especially at galas."

"No, that wasn't the issue," he assured her, his eyes were sincere. "Perhaps … we can attempt to get along. How it's been the past few weeks has been trying."

"You do realize who you are right? I mean you can't seriously blame me," she dryly laughed, "I just didn't know that you were actually around my age. I would have never guessed."

"Why?"

"What do you mean, 'why?' You're a Sith. I'm used to the people on the other side, and I figured…" With your skill of using the Force you'd be much older… She wanted to say aloud yet restrained herself suddenly. She sounded so immature, what was going on with her mind today?

Her eyes glanced towards him and he nodded with a small frown, "That doesn't explain why you'd think I was older."

She shrugged, almost finding herself too comfortable as she stretched back onto the bed, "The way you carry usually yourself is very mature and extremely calculated is all."

"It's sounds as though you're explaining yourself," he reasoned, eyeing her.

Padmé thought for a moment, he'd been through similar high stress scenarios just like herself- or even more so when she thought about it deeply. "I'm the youngest ever selected to become a Senator, for all my life I've been around people who were always much older than myself. Seeing you now, it's almost refreshing to know I'm not the only one."

He nodded, "Well you've proven yourself; that has nothing to do with age."

She all but snorted at his claim, "What have I done in the Senate that would ever make you think that? Not long after I was sworn in the Empire was created."

"During your time as Queen. You had to make vital choices."

"That seems like a lifetime ago," she whispered, her words denoting the truth.

"Why?" He asked seemingly curious.

"The past four years haven't been easy for someone like me. Naboo has always been Democratic, the shift has been challenging," she explained quietly, not knowing whether she was sharing just a bit too much with someone like him.

"There's much less arguing, how would that not be easier?"

"There is no debate, I think is the word you're looking for. Which means not everyone's voices can be heard."

He remained quiet for a time, seemingly deep in thought. That's when Padmé found herself staring at him. Staring at his honey eyes as they seemed to contemplate her words. She couldn't help but allow her gaze to trail down from his face to his pectoral muscles that were partly on display. He was a perfect sculpture. A true beautiful man. The scars that riddled his body were no object in her mind, they only made him more enticing- she wondered where he could have gotten them from. Before she knew it, she was sitting up on the bed- slowly inching towards him with a pool of desire aching in her body. She couldn't deny he was visually a perfect man.

As if hearing her thoughts, his eyes swept towards her- gazing over her like she, him. There wasn't much he hadn't seen and yet he was looking at her as if it were the first time he'd laid eyes on her body. His eyes morphed - pupils dilated.

"I wish I could remember… what we did," she whispered eyeing his lips before her attention turned back towards his eyes.

He swallowed, his adams apple bobbing in his throat before he replied, "I can show you what I would have liked us to do," He whispered in a low tone, almost hesitant.

The woman's tongue swiped across her lower lip, wetting it before she replied, "Okay," she whispered, before feeling completely baffled with herself but his lips were on hers before she could even contemplate the feeling. She all but fell into the kiss, feeling his lips upon hers created a spark across her body that she couldn't ignore. When their lips moved together it was almost chastised until his tongue slid across her lower lip. Everything was a blur for her from there on. His body was on top of her without a moment of hesitation with his hands splayed across her stomach to grasp the sides of her ribcage to push her back onto the bed.

It was a whirl in her mind, she hadn't expected the extremely forward reaction from him but then again… she did just wake up in his bed. His lips crushed against hers with such unhindered need that she almost felt disbelief with the amount he seemed to want her. With the lack of oxygen to her mind from his attack against her lips she felt clouded as a pool gathered between her legs - in need for him. Complacency rippled across her body and mind alike as she felt almost intoxicated from his movements - completely at a Sith's will beneath his heavy body. Knocking the thought aside, her hands reached up to slip the robe from his shoulders with an attempt to gain access to feeling the unshielded ripples of his back muscles. When his knees began to push open her legs, the thought of both of them being hardly clothed shot into her mind with an alarming realization- where their hot make-out session would eventually lead.

Pushing her head back against the pillows, she wanted to try and reason with him for a moment – perhaps bring up the fact they stood for two different ideologies but all his lips did was travel elsewhere. Whatever words she had tried to muster together through the burning desire, shattered as he placed open, rough, and possessive kisses down from the sensitive area below her ear to her pulse. Padmé whimpered at the sensation, her eyes fluttered closed while her hands tangled in his damp locks tightly. She could have sworn she'd felt him smile against her neck before continuing his heavy movements. When his teeth left a subtle bite across the skin of her neck she whined at pleasure and pain it gave her- finding it more enthralling than the ever would have imagined. When his lips wondered away from her neck, she writhed under him, feeling him tug away his cloak from her breasts to toy with the pebble of her nipple. She gasped, her hands tangling deeper into his locks.

"I've waited so long to have you," she could have sworn he'd said against her skin. Under any other circumstance, his words would have sent off alarm bells - but she was too mindless to even care. Right now she wasn't thinking about him as a Sith but as a man. There was no doubt that she found him more than attractive, she'd fall for a face like his any day. The fact that they were to marry made her body swarm with need knowing that this would not be the last time he'd treat her like this.

Everything that she was feeling was too good- too pleasuring even though he was only kissing her, even if it was something that she'd felt before. Padmé was finding that nothing felt like his lips against her skin- nothing had even come close to how he made her feel. It was a singular feeling she'd never felt before, a true connection- that at the moment, she couldn't deny it. When his lips moved to brush across the skin of the inside of her thigh she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips- almost feeling too enticed by his actions to even hold back the a reaction.

Vader was tantalizing as his open kisses trailed a slow line to her core. When he finally did meet her sensitive skin, a struggled gasp left her as his lips pressed against her - not even attempting to tease her in the slightest. Her hands remained tangled in his hair with her back arched from the bed. If this was what she was feeling last night, there was no doubt her body would have given everything to make him continue. His skill was apparent, as if he'd been practicing on trying to please her for some time. Again, he knew every single sensation that made her body crumble.

"Stars," she mewled feeling his tongue play with her warmth erotically.

Nothing else mattered to her at that point, all that really mattered was the undeniable pleasure that was radiating within her body- in need for him. In need for him to be with her. When she felt the cold metal of his right hand brush across the inside of her thighs she all but trembled in delight from the chilled motion. It was hard, cold, truly something that made her squirm with anticipation.

"Do you want this?" He whispered against her core, the vibration of his voice sending spears of pleasure across her anticipated body.

Oh fuck, "Please," she moaned, her shoulder blades brushing across the bed with undeniable need for him.

"What?" he all but taunted against her core, sending shivers of overwhelming desire though her mind- scrambling her thoughts to project only a few words for her to escape her desperate lips.

"I need you," she admitted unashamed. That's when she felt his lips form into a smile before they moved to allow his tongue to drive into her. A mewl escaped, her fingers tightening in his locks to define her appreciation for his actions. "Vader," she finally moaned allowing her mind to accentuate that it was indeed him making her feel this way.

Suddenly, warmth surrounded her entire body, as if being gifted a blanket. It was a sensation she'd felt before- the one that she'd felt back on the balcony with him. It was a safe feeling, a secure feeling, but it was also one that seemed to gently press against her mind hinting towards submission. However, she didn't give the pressure much thought playing into the sensation effortlessly.

"How?" She managed to cry - as her back aching off the bed once again to meet his lips. He only hummed to her question before reaching his hands under bottom to drag her closer. Bolts of pleasure reverberated through the entirety of her body. The hypersensitivity of the warmth against her skin and his actions were driving her into mindlessness. With her hands strewn back behind her on the bed – senselessly grasping the pillows, Vader was on his knees, her thighs dangling from his shoulders as he purely pleasured her into oblivion. Incoherent words and sounds escaped her body as she felt herself trembling – feeling nothing more than radiating pleasure that was just about to envelope her entire being.

"Master?" A robotic voice echoed through her ears- breaking her out of a pleasuring stupor to become one of humiliation. The indulgence swarming her body downright shattered, mortification filled the void. Reflexively, her eyes glanced to the left to meet with 3PO's.

"What?" Vader snapped obviously extremely perturbed with the droids interruption.

"M-My apologies to disturb you but the Emperor requires your presence," he informed them shielding his false eyes away from them.

Padmé's cheeks became a deep shade of red, her eyes darting back to the man whom was buried deep between her legs with a scowl crossing his features.

"He is requiring me at this very moment?" Vader questioned in a deep annoyance.

"Yes. He says it is vital that he reach you," 3PO explained eyeing his master as if in confusion.

Padmé's eyes widened, realizing Vader had to leave. With the slight pressure of his forehead against the flat skin of her stomach, she heard him utter something displaying his aggravation in a foreign language. His teeth nipped her skin before pushing straight off the bed in one swift movement. Her legs immediately slumped too the bed – her body was still too disoriented to make the act seem elegant. With a singular gesture of his hand, the cloak that was once hardly covering her was now tightened across her skin- shielding her body. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment as an almost enraged expression emerged on his features- even the room became significantly colder from his reaction. His eyes were no longer a warm golden but a piercing yellow that almost made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. When his eyes flickered from 3PO to her, she froze- almost not knowing what to do with herself under his captive gaze.

"I shouldn't be long," he assured her before wondering into his closet.

When he returned a few moments later, she was shocked- he was the Sith Lord that she'd seen countless times before, completely masked by his attire. The sight of him made her squirm to press against the headboard. Without even a glance, he made his way out of the room, following 3PO, leaving her once again – alone. Her discombobulated mind wondered to the sole question of -what the fuck am I thinking? It was hardly okay that she'd woken up in his bed but now she'd let him begin to pleasure her- what was wrong with her?

Immediately she felt self-conscious, pulling the cloak tightly over her body. It had felt so right that she couldn't even contemplate stopping him. His presence made her feel not alone. For once she felt almost welcomed and it wasn't out of need for her connections or of her influence, it was for her… It was of the desire of wanting her. Raking a hand through her hair, she began to wonder why she even thought it was possible to feel that way about someone like him. In public, they had different views but then again that didn't mean they couldn't share similar ambitions for each other in private- right?

A stressed sigh left her lips even contemplating such a thing, being sexually involved with a Sith Lord was not on her agenda. What would being physically involved with him even entail? She knew nothing about his personality nor his background, there were too many variables that she couldn't wrap her head around. A one night stand is one thing, living with someone who would have been just thatis another thing. It involved many more complications than she was willing to commit too. Falling back against the sheets, her fingers clenched the roots of her hair. That spark was what was keeping her mesmerized. There was something deeper about him that she couldn't place since the first day she'd met him. He was different. Different than the men she'd been with anyway. Whatever the sensation was that shot from beneath her skin about him was no illusion nor a fragment of her imagination like it had been with any other partner she'd been with- including Obi-Wan.

A frown pulled at her lips thinking about the Jedi Knight. How disappointed and disgusted he'd be with her if he'd learned of what she'd allowed, a Sith Lord to pleasure her like Vader had done. "Sith," she whispered. Immediately, she felt the urge to push away every bit of yearning to have Vader return to finish what they'd started. But she couldn't, it was like a chain against her body that wouldn't snap free until he came back. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she stared at the ceiling. Why should it matter if she had a bit of fun? What was the true harm of allowing her that right? Was she seriously hung up over someone who she hadn't spoken to in years? She'd been with men before Vader, to keep her mind away from the loneliness she'd been forced to conserve. It wasn't a new attempt of keeping her sane.

Pushing herself up and off the bed, she wondered towards the glass door of the balcony. Allowing her eyes to trail the continuous stream of speeders that trailed below; she felt conflicted. Was there something she was missing? Anything- that would allow her to break this feeling that she had gnawing at her body? Because Force, she wanted him in that moment. There was no denying that fact now considering how she'd felt only a handful of minutes ago. She was supposed to be aiding the Rebellion. Could she really use him so blatantly? It felt wrong – tainted, no matter how wrong his own actions were.

Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the skyline. Her legs shifted obnoxiously, the friction as an attempt to make her sane. "Gods," she groaned sliding onto one of the couches before falling back onto the leather. The pounding ache of her hangover had returned and she was tediously squirming. When she assessed herself, neither of those feelings made sense. One, she didn't usually drink to excess. Two, she never had wanted a man to come back so fiercely in her entire life. Part of her felt it would be wise for her to return to her own chambers, the other part had no issue waiting for however long. She shunned herself at that latter feeling – if he was busy that was his problem. Padmé wasn't someone to wait around for someone. Hoisting herself off the leather, she glanced around the room in search for her dress from the previous night. Yet, it was nowhere to be found. She even poked her head into Vader's closet in hopes of finding it, yet it was still missing - gone.

Perhaps 3PO collected it earlier, her mind reasoned as she pressed her back against the wall beside the closet. He'd gathered her laundry late at night before, it wouldn't be the most outrageous thing to believe the droid had slipped in to get it. Raking a hand through her mused hair, Padmé found herself conflicted until her eyes rested upon the bookshelves on the far side of the room.

With her eyes warily staring towards the door, she meandered towards the ancient texts. Padmé analyzed the spines of each one and her eyebrows knotted at the various different languages. She found herself wondering how many the Sith Lord actually knew? If he'd read through every one of the books he had on display, it would be over twenty-six. Was he fluent in all of them or just familiar? With a scrunch of her nose, she slipped one of them from the shelf - inspecting it - twisting it over in her hand. Her heart almost stopped in her chest as she realized what it was… it was an old Jedi text. What could a Sith Lord possibly be doing with such a book? Scanning the tattered leather cover and flipping open to the first cotton page, she recognized it as being written in ink in the old standard language. Many of the phrases and words not making much sense unless being observed and read by a trained eye.

Becoming immediately enveloped in the story, she mindlessly sat down on one of the couches as she continued to read every line. It was a story, an ancient one, about the last time the Jedi had restored balance. Her eyes widened at that thought, if the book was indeed an original then it would be just under two thousand years old. The tale captivated her, the fact the Jedi seemed to have the ability to heal an entire battlefield of wounded had her stunned. She'd never heard of such a thing nor had she ever heard of the phenomenon happening during the Clone Wars. If the Jedi had that power at their disposal, why not use it? Slightly, bewildered she continued to read. Her head notched to the side the tale had spoken of a planet she'd never heard of before – Exegol. The battle was held on that planet, the book designating it as the home world of the Sith.

The war was brought to their doorstep, the Jedi's powers devastating before snuffing the malice of the Sith's need for ultimate power. To Padmé, it almost seemed that the Jedi were stronger back then or perhaps they were just more aware. She'd never spoken to anyone on how the Jedi had never perceived Palpatine as a Sith Lord but after reading a good portion of the story she came to learn that the Sith were masters of deception and cloaking their presence. Their reign back then had also been accumulated by deceit. That thought made her uneasy, the fact that she almost had sex with one made her anxious. Yet, Vader was still so young was it possible he'd learned every manipulation in order to obtain what he wanted? Padmé shook her head, it wasn't possible, not yet anyway – he was still an apprentice and had yet to overthrow his Master. Even to someone like her, who wasn't proficient in the methodology of the Sith nor truly the Jedi, knew that a Sith's apprentice would always one day attempt to overthrow his Master.

After she finished the short tale regaling the fall of the Sith, her eyes scanned the next story, it was about a dyad? Her eyes trailed through the lines of text, immediately consuming every ounce of information that she could get. There was a connection that could be constructed through the Force, two force sensitive beings bound together into one. This story was much more vague than the last one she'd read. Deciding to brush past the story in hopes of gaining more terminology, her eyes rested upon an unfamiliar phrase, the Chosen One? She wondered to herself, it was a Force-sensitive being whom would be responsible of bringing balance back to the Force in the future time when the Sith reclaimed their control. Padmé almost felt her eyes roll knowing she was currently in that time, there wasn't a singular person that she knew of who'd be strong enough to displace Palpatine and Vader from their control over the galaxy. Obi-Wan had never even mentioned such a tale to her when they were together. She found herself believing it wasn't possible for one such to exist. Even if they had existed at some point, all the Force-sensitive children would be killed or turned to the Dark Side as Inquisitors – or that was the rumor…

Padmé's heart practically leaped from her chest hearing the door open, reflexively, she slammed the book shut while her head snapped towards the door. Vader was standing there, the hood of his cloak still shadowing his face. In that moment, she reminded herself of who he was – what he'd done. The stories that she'd read reenforced his place in the galaxy as well as her own. "You're back," she breathed slowly slipping the book onto the glass coffee table.

"What were you reading?" He probed brushing down the hood, his golden eyes meeting her chocolate ones with curiosity.

"Oh," she whispered staring at the ragged book, "The only one that I could read," she laughed. "You have an interesting collection… I couldn't help myself," she reasoned with a small shrug. "Are you fluent in all these languages?" She wondered pointing towards the expansive collection of books.

"In many of them yes, some of them no," he admitted, venturing further into the room.

"That's incredible," she smiled lightly, tightly wrapping his cloak around her body before standing. "Did your meeting go okay?" Padmé asked casually, not really expecting an in depth reply – but to get his focus away from what she'd been reading.

"It was adequate," he nodded, glancing around her at the book cover. "Find anything interesting in there?" He inquisitively asked, making her palms slick with sweat.

"A lot of tales I've never head before," she nodded, "They were fascinating. It's a marvel to find anything that old; how you were even able to come across something like that is astonishing," Padmé whispered as her eyes darted towards the leather bound text.

"You're nervous," he stated frankly.

Padmé's shoulders tightened ever so slightly, "Well, I was just wondering what you'd be doing with… a Jedi text," she murmured, replying with the truth.

"They are informative," he explained tersely, offhandedly tossing his cloak onto the bed.

Padmé opened her mouth to reply, but she found herself at a loss for words. She'd never had accessto information of the likes she'd just read. It was a glimpse into a world that she, till this day, did not fully understand in the slightest. There were too many untold secrets, ones that she would never know.

"Which story intrigued you most?" He asked moving to stand by the entrance to the balcony.

"The dyad seemed interesting," she whispered, ensuring to bury her deceit. He hummed as a response, his eyes never leaving the skyline. "Again this seems to be the longest conversation we've had with one another," she giggled trying to lighten the mood, knowing to shield her the new assumptions she had regarding their current state in the galaxy.

His eyes flickered towards her then, as if not amused. "You're a smart woman, Senator. It is unwise to lie to me."

"Excuse me?" She breathed, partially outraged by his accusation while the other part of her stammard in trepidation.

"You lied when you told me which one you found the most intriguing," he stated plainly.

"Well, actually I would classify all of them as such," she countered with a tight expression crossing her features. What she said then was not a lie, all of the stories were just that. His eyes seemed deep in thought as he stared intently out the window, he was concentrating deeply on something – something she couldn't place. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so… intrusive," she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

The emotionless gaze that he had displayed suddenly morphed into a softer one, "No, I was only interested in your opinion, nothing more," his voice was calming as he left his spot by the window to draw closer. Padmé could feel the anticipation stir within her body at his sudden approach. With fingers slightly fiddling with the lining of Vader's cloak, the woman found herself completely at a loss for words feeling him so close. They weren't even touching and she could feel the heat radiating off of him like a roaring fire. She felt more than flustered trying to decipher the tugging sensation she was feeling. The burning desire to touch him flooded her body, but she didn't have to wait.

Her limbs locked in place as his hand reached out to sprawl his fingers over the soft skin of her waist. Effortlessly, he nudged the fabric of his cloak out of the way and what shocked the woman the most was that she allowed him. The woman even trembled under the cool sensation of leather, it felt so different than anything she'd experienced before. Soon she was panting, his other hand now tracing her skin- it was hot, the other cold. The golden gaze that her eyes connected to intensified into a fiery one – almost yellow as she really attempted to determine the color. There was something swirling within them now, yet she still could not identify the emotion. There no doubt was lust, but there was something more. "Maybe we should go make some… breakfast," she whispered in denial of her feelings.

"Is that what you want?" He spoke sultry, his eyes almost completely enveloped by his pupils.

Not knowing what came over her, she slowly shook her head – utterly captivated. Whatever she'd read in those books, whatever objections she had, vanished with his voice. Completely out of character, she lunged towards him – her lips on his in a second with the burning desire that had simmered within her since he'd left. Their kiss was even more wild than before, deprived of one another. In an instant, she felt his hands on her bottom tugging her up to wrap her legs around his hips. There was no hesitation as she all but leapt into his arms. She wasn't even aware they were moving, until he twisted them around, he used his body to crush her into a mattress. Never did it once cross her mind that he was fully clothed while she was nearly naked.

When he tore his lips away from the kiss, she shifted against the bed, his hands tracing up her curves to grip her ribcage. Feeling the pads of his thumbs through the leather gloves against the nubs of her nipples, sent shivers of desire throughout her skin. She'd never felt that way before, but she writhed under his touch – her hands gently shadowing his as an invitation to feel all of her.

"Senator," Vader murmured as if deep in explicit thoughts of her as his hands seemly couldn't help but trace every inch of her skin. His touch almost rendered her hypnotized small moans escaping her lips, his motions were so expansive she had started to believe that he was ensuring she was real.

"Force, please," she groaned feeling helplessly deprived, after the time had appeared to drag on forever. What she said had rattled him, snapping him back into action. His lips were on hers instantly, burying her into the mattress while his hands tugged her thighs off the bed. Padmé's mind was clouded from the lack of oxygen, but when his hands left her skin to shuffle his clothing, her ears immediately picked up on his intentions. The pressure she had against his lips only increased, with fingers tangling into his hair, she all but crushed him against her. Then a change occurred, something happened to Vader that was almost palpable in the air. His touch became more rough, insistent, eager as his mouth left her lips to attack the skin sensitive skin above her pulse. Mindlessly, her hands entwined in his hair, the pleasure overwhelming a twinge of pain before his tongue slid over the mark he'd undoubtedly made.

Entangled in the motions, she draped her head to the side giving him full access. Soft mewls escaped her lips as his movements became harsher, his hand roughly scaling up her curves before clamping around her throat, his thumb pushing up her chin. She should have stilled and pushed him off of her but instead she moaned. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure on her skin, a pool growing between her legs as she tugged at the fabric of his robes. Complaisance was a heavy influence on her mind as she encouraged him. Not even the low feral growl humming against her skin snapped her from the pleasuring trance as his leather fingers teased the moisture between her legs.

When his hot breath reached her ears, she trembled from the sensation, as his fingers continued working her body. "You're so wet for me," he huskily murmured, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Heat reached her cheeks from his candid words, never had anyone ever said something like that to her. Enthralled, a rush of energy coursed through her, making her squirm against his touch. Padmé's only goal was to gain more friction between them and when she felt the scorching heat of his manhood on the exposed skin of her thigh she whined as he continued to watch her.

"You're that ready aren't you," he lowly whispered in her ear, his hand splaying across her throat as he grabbed it. No embarrassment remained as she shifted the muscles of her neck, accepting the non-unpleasant pressure. Padmé could feel the rigidity in his hold, knowing that it was indeed his right hand.

"Seems like you are too," she breathed back, the wittiness in her voice apparent as she felt his hardened member twitch against her skin.

"Always primed with a riposte, Senator," he growled, seemingly displeased with her quick response.

Before her mind could even contemplate devising a response, she cried as he entered her in a swift, deep thrust. If she hadn't been so ready for him, his harsh movement would have hurt more than it already did. Once adjusting to his size, Padmé managed to wrap her legs around him as his hand clamped down on her hipbone – the hand around her throat only growing tighter. She could feel the tension of his muscles through his grip, the image of him entering the bedroom from the fresher spurred through her mind forcing her to moan as his hips roughly rocked into her almost coxing screams. He was rock solid. Her nails went to drag against his back, every muscle rippling and tensing matching the bursts of pleasure erupting through her body. His scorching breath hungerly nipping on her earlobe, pressing harsh open kisses on her jawline. He was obviously skilled at knowing when to switch – his movements always keeping her skin prepared.

When her moans turned into shrills, she all but sobbed feeling him roughly tear out of her. Stunned, her mind didn't even had the opportunity to formulate words, he had already flipped her over onto her stomach – his hand tangling in the back of her curls while her cheek hit the bed. A erotic gasp escaped her lips as he tugged her body from the bed forcing her knees and elbows onto the plush surface. She hadn't even registered that he was on the bed. His chest against her back sent shivers down her spine as he buried himself once again.

With each one of his thrusts, she felt him hit the spot within her that make stars sparkle in her vision. She could no longer control the sensual noises breaking through her lips as she began moving in sync. Padmé had had sex like this before, but never had any of her past experiences felt like there were hands all over her body – kneading her breasts, teasing her core. She knew immediately that he was using the Force. When his mouth and gloved hand found the skin of her neck, she cried out in pleasure as she felt his hot breath and pressure once again. When his thrusts became more desperate and his groans audible, she felt the shimmering sensation of her own climax approaching and when she finally peaked – she cried the Sith's name without falter. Her body writhed against him, feeling a waivered grunt into her neck before teeth sinking into her skin. There was too much unequivocal pleasure gushing through her body forcing erratic trembles that she couldn't even feel the pain.

Grinding his hips against her rear to ride out their high, the only thoughts racing through his mind were ones of disbelief. His mouth was open against the soft skin of her back, feeling her tremble and sputter beneath him. She had let him do that to her, bite her, be more rough than he usually would be when taking a woman for the first time he'd been with them. Years of pent-up anticipation for the moment where he could feel her warmth snuggly around him, lived up to every expectation – only making him want her again and again… and again. He never wanted to leave; his hand that was snaked around to grasp her neck sharply pulled her up, flush against his chest. His mouth was on her neck immediately to leave one final mark. The way her eyes fluttered closed at his touch was insatiable, if he didn't pull out soon – he'd be ready to take her all over again.

Easing out of her warmth, he gently ushered her into his arms as he rested them gently onto the bed. Both of them were panting, slick with sweat. He'd meant to remove his robes before taking her but she was too irresistible. Seeing her bare wrapped in his cloak was too much once he laid eyes on her again, he needed her immensely and she wanted him. Placing small pecks against the various lovebites against her skin, along with his tongue cleaning up the small bit of blood that was still trickling from the bite mark - his thoughts wondered. He began to contemplate the possibility that he may have changed more than he'd intended too last night. When she sighed and snuggled back against him, his eyes widened before tangling his arm around her to pull her close. He smirked seeing her rosy cheeks, the pure bliss on her face relishing in the afterglow. This woman was not the same one even before the gala. The reservations in her thoughts had changed about him.

"Would you want to go make breakfast with me now?" He whispered into her ear, earning a tired smile from the woman before her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze.

"You sure it's still morning?" She mused back shifting in his arms onto her back to stare up at him.

Vader chuckled lightly, "I'm actually not sure." His eyes glanced to the open windows trying to determine where the sun resided – she was right it was early afternoon by now. A deep sigh left his lips remembering, remembering he had to get her to the Senate. "We should make something soon, we have to be at the Senate by one today," he sighed, allowing his hand to glide up her body.

"I don't have to go in today," she frowned straightening her posture, slipping out from under his fingers.

"There's an emergency Senate session," Vader explained, struggling to not pull her back to his chest.

"Is that what your meeting with Palpatine was about?" She wondered, her eyes wary.

Just hearing his Master's name sent anger etching into his muscles, "Don't speak that creature's name in my bed," Vader snapped, jerking away from her – his eyes looking anywhere but her practically bare body. The last thing he needed were images of that damn concrete cell in his mind. Whatever relaxing presence she'd gifted vanished.

"Wait Vader-"

"Never speak of him when we are together like this," he sniped, shifting himself back into his pants.

"I didn't know," she whispered, the faintness in her voice immediately making him regret lashing out.

"I realize that," he breathed running a hand through his hair as he sat by the edge of the bed, completely facing away – trying not to let his mind conjure the thoughts of Sidious or of the atrocities Vader himself had committed... Suddenly, his robes felt suffocating, restricting him from breathing. Violently, he ripped them off - the material peeling off his upper torso.

"D-Do you want me to go?" She murmured, the hurt in her tone evident.

With a deep sigh Vader shook his head, "No." He could feel her shifting closer on the bed, the sweet smell of their recent activities still very much enduring on her body. Small and soft hands trailed against his back, sent a soothing sensation across his tense muscles. He could smell her, her intoxicating presence relaxing his mind again without even trying.

"Would you still want to have brunch with me," she whispered in his ear while her hands trailed to his shoulders to the base of his neck. Her fingers gently kneading his skin, before trailing back to their previous position. Vader shivered under her tender touch, he'd never felt anything like it before. No one had ever done such a thing to him nor had he allowed any of the girls he had back at the palace to even stay after sex. Feeling her hands quickly pull away, he could feel her alarm to his reaction.

"Please, don't stop," he breathed, his voice so soft that he couldn't recognize himself for a moment. Overcoming her hesitance, he felt her touch again. Her fingers even more dainty than before. She was so small, so perfect he found himself completely mesmerized. The man almost moaned the way her hands travels across his back, she was so comforting, so warm.

"A-Are you okay?" An angel's voice whispered as he felt her fingers trace down his arm. His eyes fluttered closed at the sound, savoring in the spark that ran across his skin from her touch.

"You're presence is soothing," he murmured completely in a daze of his own.

An angelic giggle came from behind him, sending more quivers down his spine, "You've never had a back rub?" The tone she asked was a playful one, innocent, expecting him to reply with a 'yes' but it was indeed a 'no' he'd never had anyone do such a thing to him. Even if he had- he would have been too young to remember. As his silence lingered, her giggles drifted off, he knew without even glancing into her thoughts that she knew his answer. "Well when we have more time, I'll give you a proper one," she declared softly, her lips pressing against the nape of his neck. The affection that she had towards him right now almost reminded him of something he'd felt before- something he'd seen in his dreams…