A/N: Be warned this chapter has gore, violence, and smut. So if you're not 18 or older please do not read. Also, this hasn't been edited. Anyway hope you all enjoy! Happy (late) Holidays! (For those who celebrate) :D

Chapter 10: The Meaning in Color

Tossing herself back onto the leather couch, Padmé quietly groaned contemplating why the hell she was even in the living room to begin with. She was dressed in practically nothing hoping to catch Vader off guard, hoping maybe he would divulge some information to her. With a roll of her eyes, she huffed softly to herself before heaving herself off the couch. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had already made her way into the lift to the fourth floor. For the first three weeks being at his establishments, she had always remained in her room except when she'd retreat to the roof. Now she found herself not entirely certain what she wanted. She should want to go to her quarters, however she found her eyes lingering on Vader's bedchambers.

A frown pulled at her lips as she remained locked in place, truly unsure of what to do... Why did he reject her? However another question that etched through her mind was why did she even want him? Shifting on her toes uncomfortably, the aching desire for him was bothersome. Today in the lift back at the Senate had frightened her... Padmé wasn't sure why but she'd wanted him deeply but the spike of pain from his bite sent her mind into clarity. She wasn't sure what to think of that interaction. The woman sighed, resting her back against the wall. For the first time, in a long time, she wasn't sure what she wanted. It made her brain ache with indecision. He was a Sith, evil by all accounts and yet she wanted him. Padmé couldn't describe why; he was everything she was trying to overthrow. Him and his Master.

With a slight bite of her lip, she realized being intimate with him could possibly lower his guard about her... or she could be completely wrong. Was it worth the dismantlement of her pride? She'd just made out with him- something she couldn't even explain why she'd done it or why she wanted him to continue. Padmé clutched her forehead feeling the brewing of a migraine creeping into her skull. It felt like her mind was being torn just thinking about him now. It was agonizing to try and ignore her darkest wishes. She hadn't noticed as she left the spot on the wall to move towards Vader's chambers. She wasn't even sure if he was in there, nor was she certain whether he had decided to leave for the night but she went in anyway.

The room was spotless, bed made, lights off. It was dark, the only light coming from the city lights below and in the distance. What was she doing in here? That thought made her recoil and contemplate leaving immediately but she held her place as the door slid closed behind her. Taking a deep breath, she wondered towards Vader's bed, her fingers brushing across the silky comforter. Padmé didn't know this man, yet here she was in his bedroom, uninvited. "What is going on with me?" She whispered aloud, a small frown tugging at her lips. The headache that had begun to form dwindled as she fell on top of the bed. With her face buried in a pillow, through the stitches his scent permeated her mind until it was all she could think about. It was aromatic, musky- he smelled of earth, Padmé could only ascribe the way his scent made her feel to stepping outside just before dawn at the lake house on Naboo. The fog drifting over the lake, the serine quiet, the influx of fresh air that would leave tranquility in place of all other emotions. It was refreshing, sending shivers of nostalgia down her spine.

Tugging the pillow closer, Padmé didn't feel alone for once even though by all accounts she still was- his scent made her feel warm, comforted, safe. Those were the opposite emotions she should feel about him, but she allowed herself to relish in them. It had been too long since the tension in her shoulders evaporated and for the first time in years, she fell asleep with a small smile.

Storming his way into the lower levels of the Naval intelligence headquarters, Vader planned on keeping true to his word regarding Senator Clovis. He had approached Senator Amidala at the gala; he should have never opened the door when she had shown up at his office. The Sith Lord felt absolutely nothing trekking down the corridor of the detention block.

"Bring Senator Clovis to interrogation one," Vader demanded indifferently to the troopers in formation behind him. Without a moment's hesitation they nodded sharply with a 'yes sir' before carrying on down the corridor. Even though he assured himself that he felt nothing, the creaking of leather from his hands balling into fists exposed a different reaction entirely. Clovis was graced with two days to swarm his thoughts with the inevitability of his death and Vader could no longer restrain himself from dealing with him. He was always true to his word, the fact Vader had let the man live to begin with was against every bit of his training. Vader should have just killed him. That's when the all too familiar feeling of the beast clawing at his chest speared into his body. He silenced the overwhelming urge to slice the man apart swiftly with the promise of making that man squirm for hours in unimaginable pain.

A sly smirk broke across his face when he entered the interrogation room, Clovis retrained to a familiar metal slab. Vader almost laughed aloud, the pathetic man was already squirming in fear. "You were untrue to your word Senator Clovis," Vader stated with unparalleled coldness.

"Please I-"

With a twist of his hand Vader cut off any sound with unrelenting pressure on the man's trachea as he let out a dark chuckle, "I gave you an opportunity to save yourself from this," the words came out with horrifyingly casual, "you were lucky to have that option to begin with." Feeling the bones about to snap in the man's throat, Vader released him. The crimson in his face alleviated slightly as he coughed and sputtered. A Cheshire smile formed across Vader's features, consumed by blood lust, this was the definition of fun. The enjoyment he felt by bringing people pain was beyond rewarding. The sight of black deoxygenated blood, the futile inherent attempt of his prey to stop the bleeding sent his mind ablaze with satisfaction. Even now, the tingling in his fingertips relished for what was to come.

With one swipe of his hand, the hood that shadowed his face fell, his sulfur crimson eyes swirling unhinged. With his twisted toothy grin never faltering, he slowly strode towards the man strapped to the slab. Clovis' eyes widened a fraction upon seeing his face. Thoughts of Senator Amidala in Vader's care swarmed into his mind creating images that only pleased the Sith Lord more. "Why are you doing this?" The pathetic man coughed. "Padmé-"

Vader saw red before his fist tightened to the brink of killing the man, "Do not speak her name!" He roared, the golden in his eyes unquestionably vanished into a piercing crimson hue until he restrained the urge to kill the lump of flesh. Instead he opted to do what he promised, tearing one of the man's eyes out with the Force. Screams of pure agony echoed off the metal walls- the piercing sound only making the Sith Lord's twisted smile grow once again. Connective tissue, sinewy veins tore from his skull before the orb was tossed to the other end of the room. Clovis threatened to pass out from the pain but Vader already had a vice grip on his consciousness- keeping him present through the excruciating experience. A deep velvet waterfall cascaded down the man's pale complexion as he struggled to remain coherent.

"P-please don't kill me," Clovis blubbered, sputtering on his own blood. "I-I- swear... I-I'll go," his weak voice meandered, his singular eye wavering struggling to remain focused.

Vader notched his head to the side, "You still don't understand do you." He callously laughed, craning his neck to whispered in the dead man's ear, "Before the hour is done you'll be begging for me end your suffering." The familiar sound of urine dribbling to the floor caused the tormentor to roll his eyes, "Soiling yourself? You truly are pathetic." With one slight flick of the Sith's finger, Clovis front right incisor was wrenched out by the root causing another wave of pain to shatter through the man's body. His screams once again fueled the beast within Vader even more, he savored watching insignificant vermin writhe in pain- their only purpose was to feed the Sith's longing for blood and destruction.

Over the next several hours, the Sith tortured his prey slicing off fingers and limbs until the man on the metal slab was only being kept alive by Vader's hold on his mind. Resting his shoulder against the wall, the Sith analyzed the creature barely breathing- Clovis already resembled a skeleton that had been rotting away for months. His eye sockets were empty, the torn flesh still pulsating trickles of blood. His right arm and left leg were dismembered oozing blood on the concrete while his mouth lacked any teeth. The Dark Lord smiled at his work, before taking a letting out a sigh, even Clovis' consciousness was pulling too hard on Vader's hold to allow him to remain alive for much longer. The cries for mercy and death ended an hour ago, he could no longer speak once his tongue and teeth were gone. Only gurgles and twitches remained and the man could feel every ounce of agonizing pain- the Sith ensured that the endorphins which would be released from his body, weren't.

Clovis had not been faithful to his word, Vader had been. Pushing himself from the wall, Vader released the man's flickering signature- immediately falling limp onto the slab. The room reeked of death, feces, and blood. It was a grizzly sight, one that only Vader could find to be pleasant. The man's color had drained instantly, leaving his skin white as parchment and cold from blood loss. With a rotation of his neck, Vader heard the vertebra cackle in his ears as the beast within him slowly receded back into the shadows of his mind. It felt satisfied that he'd feasted on the man's fear and pain for long enough. Wiping his blood drenched gloves onto his cloak, Vader threw the hood back over his head before exiting the interrogation room.

"Clean that up," The Dark Lord ordered offhandedly before storming down the hall to head back to his establishments. Checking the chrono on his commlink, it was well past midnight. The Senator would no doubt be asleep by the time he returned back. He stopped just short of the doors, staring at his custom onyx speeder. He was covered in blood and reeked of death. Vader took a step away from the exit, he should shower and change before returning. On the off chance the Senator was awake, he couldn't risk her seeing him like this- fresh after a kill. Turning back towards the dark halls, he entered his office before tossing the cloak from his shoulders into a heap on the metal floor. Unbuckling his gloves, he trekked into his private fresher tossing them into the sink before using the Force, to flip on the shower. After stripping off his stained tunic and pants, his attention flickered to the mirror, the Sith's eyes were entirely crimson. They were taking a longer time than normal to return to their standard golden. When he was in battle, killing when necessary- his eyes always remained yellow, yet after interrogations they would occasionally flicker red. He'd never seen his eyes such a deep crimson before, he had been uncharacteristically brutal towards Clovis. Vader hadn't been interrogating him, he tortured him without any desire to gather information. It was purely for the sake of doing it.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, the Sith tore his gaze from the mirror to step into the shower. Luckily, his cloak had shielded him from the blood but still his hair smelled of sweat. Washing himself clean, Vader's palms pressed against the metal wall- allowing the plummeting water to pelt against his shoulder blades. His fingers twisted against the wall, his muscles tightening and relaxing as he consumed himself with thoughts of Senator Amidala. He released a moan just contemplating her body. His member twitched, hand flinching into a fist. Vader was coming down off the adrenaline, he needed her. He wanted her more than anything; her curves, her face, her breasts, her mind- every single bit about her would soon be his. Vader pressed his forehead against his forearm, his eyes locking shut as he leaned into the wall.

With a loud groan, his flesh hand fisted the base of his member before slowly pumping up and down his shaft. He'd never done this before, no one had ever teased him the way she did- but then again this time he did it to himself. With a low moan, he increased his pace- pumping faster and harder than before. It felt nothing like her, but he could imagine burying himself into her tight slick warmth. Her cries, mewls, moans, "Fuck," he breathed only increasing his pace. With a struggled grunt, his body trembled as he found relief- pleasure swallowing his mind. It wasn't near the amount of pleasure he'd found with Senator Amidala but it would suffice at the moment.

After cleansing again, the Dark Lord stepped from the shower, ushering a towel into his hand, before stepping towards the small closet. After sufficiently drying himself, Vader quickly tossed on clean garments. Feeling relieved by the fact he no longer smelled, his eyes were no longer crimson but gold. Adjusting the new cloak on his shoulders, he left the fresher- leaving the bloody clothes knowing the cleaning droids would deal with them. Reaching into the drawer beside his desk, he pulled out another pair of gloves- swiftly latching them before making his leave.

Once back to his establishments it was past one in the morning, the atrium was dark, 3PO had obviously shutdown for the night. Stepping into the lift, it only took a couple moments for him to reach the fourth floor and he physically froze feeling her sleeping presence in his chambers. Stepping out of the lift, he wondered what drove her to head into his room in the first place- he wasn't at all displeased but he was shocked, in a good way. When doors slid open softly, he could see her face in the darkness, slumbering like a peaceful angel. Her chestnut curls were draped across his pillows, she was in a deep sleep Vader could tell visually by the small twitches of her muscles and the movement of her eyes beneath their lids.

He was unsure what to do in that moment, join her on the bed or sleep on the couch like he had the night after the gala. Tossing his cloak onto one of the couches, he slipped off his boots before moving onto the rest of his clothing. Vader stared towards his trousers, he usually slept naked- but given the situation he found himself wondering if the woman would be uncomfortable in the morning if he did. Knocking the feeling aside, she was in his bed- he should feel comfortable. Sliding into the opposite side of the bed, he was immediately drawn by the woman's scent beside him. The sweet fragrance of flowers lured him further, until he was laying a few inches away; she was peaceful when she slept. Her plump lips were parted ever so slightly while her breasts bounced from small spasms in her sleep. He restrained himself from peering into her mind to see what she was dreaming about and settled on just watching her sleep until he found it himself.

Witnessing the aroused pebbles of her nipples beneath her silky nightgown tested Vader's self-control once again. He wanted to place her into a force induced trance then and there- with her unconscious state she'd be easy to coax when he stirred her from slumber. However he restrained himself, settling watching her for now was enough. He wanted to touch her, feel her soft skin against his again. He could already feel himself growing hard beneath the sheets as he continued to take in the sight of her being so close, wearing just a thin layer of silk between her and everything else. Realizing he was probably getting too close, he pulled away- rolling in the sheets to stare at the ceiling. Even with his problem returning, it was tranquil having her so near. When he would watch her from afar he always found it easier to get lost in thought or lost in the relaxation of his muscles. Now having her here with him- in his own room- his mind was all but silent only contemplating lighter thoughts. Their connection, the Force, had brought him to her... there was something between them that he didn't understand. But he didn't mind, she was beautiful, intelligent- if everything goes as he had foreseen they could be happy together.

Draping his forearm across his eyes, he ushered his thoughts to silence- he should get some sleep while he could. This entire mission almost felt like a break for him, something he'd never had since he was six years old. It was strange having so much free time on his hands. Before his thoughts could wonder down another rabbit-hole, Vader shut his eyes consuming himself in the woman's presence before drifting off into sleep.

Vader arose feeling small, soft hands gently kneading the muscles of his back. His head fell even further into the pillow feeling her warmth straddling his lower back. This was the last thing he was expecting to wake up to... first of all she woke up before he did- second he hadn't imagined she would actually want to touch him. Biting back a relaxed moan into the pillow, he shifted rolling over before grabbing her wrists softly. "What are you doing?" He whispered, his eyes scaling her body before resting upon her face.

"I told you I'd give you a proper back massage," she shrugged, Vader released her wrists to sprawl his hands them across the silk covering her stomach before delicately grasping her hipbones. He strained to keep himself from slamming her down onto his hardened member, he longed to feel her tightness and warmth again. To hear her cries for him. His smoldering eyes locked with hers and when a deep blush flushed her features a small smile pulled at his lips. "What?" He chuckled tracing circles above her hipbones.

"I'm sorry that I came in here-" she began to apologize, clearly flustered.

"Don't be, it was a nice surprise when I came back last night," he smiled slightly, allowing his hand to trail up to the skin of her neck. His metal fingers brushed across her skin causing a shiver to roll down her spine, while the heat in her cheeks rose. "This is also a nice surprise," he sultry murmured, his eyes devouring the image of her body above him. He usually never allowed such a thing, for a woman to be above him, but with her it felt different.

"Well," she shifted slightly to the side, Vader knew her intention was to leave so he held her back in place.

"Well?" He whispered leaning up slightly, cupping his hand around the base of her head. Vader saw it again, the hesitation sweep past her eyes in the darkness. His annoyance elevated ever so slightly, if it weren't for that barrier in her mind- she would have attempted to kiss him by now. Yet her reservations about him had returned. "Senator," he whispered after an extended period of silence, Vader knew she didn't know what to say to him- her mind was teetering between giving into him or somehow scheming a way out of his grasp. "What do you want?" He questioned with sincere honestly.

"W-What?" She breathed, the question apparently rattling her mind even more.

"What do you want?" He repeated leaning up again, her warmth brushed his hardened member through the sheets. The Sith fought back the shutter that threatened to take his body but the Senator couldn't help but quiver. "Neither of us have anywhere to be today." Which was true in a sense for both of them. She didn't have any meetings, and he didn't have any scheduled ones. He could taste her on the tip of his tongue, taking her the entire day was enticing- causing his self-control to fracture as he pressed her gently down onto his stiff member.

A small gasp left her lips, "I shouldn't," the woman whispered, her head turning away to shield her eyes. Vader smirked slightly, I shouldn't is not I can't... He grinded his hips against hers ever so slightly- he could already feel her heat through the sheets.

"Stop fighting this," he breathed his head craning to just below her earlobe, "You know that I want you. You know that you want this," He huskily mused in her ear, his lips pressing ever so gently on the sensitive skin of her neck. When her hips moved slightly, he bit back another moan. Force, he couldn't play this waiting game for much longer- he should have taken her last night when her mind was at ease. But he could still sense it shifting, Vader was swaying her thoughts.

"I-I- I mean we a-are," she stuttered, Vader was almost dazed when her hands slipped into his hair pulling his lips to hers. Without a moment's hesitation, he kissed her back slamming her down on top of him before grinding their hips together. She whimpered giving Vader the perfect opportunity to pry his tongue into her mouth pushing her down on top of him before rolling them over. Once he was on top of her, his entire body went a blaze. Her taste, her smell, her body became caged beneath him- the silk tangled around his body the only thing between what he always desired. Tearing his lips away from hers, he threw the sheets back- grasping her hips all but shoving her into the mountain of pillows.

He needed her desperately, Vader couldn't wait another second longer to have her- every inch of her was his to claim. Without the nuisance barrier, his lips devoured hers again while his hands went to trail up her the sides of hip until they reached the brim of her panties. The fabric he could tell were lacy, and when his hand reached back to squeeze the round globe of her rear- he immediately knew she was wearing a thong. A moan escaped her lips as he grabbed her cheek roughly pulling her hips flush to his own. With his metal sliding up to the ridge of her underwear, he didn't hesitate shredding the material with one twist and pull of his hand. A enticed squeal was her response and he drank every up every bit of her reaction. Deep down this woman would be more than willing to try more in the bedroom... she would like it rough. When his member inadvertently rubbed up against her molten core, a small groan slipped from his throat while a mewl escaped the woman beneath him.

Vader couldn't hold himself back any longer, every ounce of restraint vanished as he thrusted into her- a pained squeal leaving her lips as he buried himself to the hilt. He forced himself to remain still as the woman released small gasps of pain- digging her nails into the skin of his back. His mouth moved away from her lips, attacking the sensitive skin below her ear before working down to her pronounced collarbone. He needed to keep himself busy as she adjusted- if he didn't he might end up hurting her. But she was so wet, so tight, he attempt to slightly move again and when he heard a pleasure fueled moan- he couldn't hold himself back as he began to take her. He tried to start out slow but he couldn't control himself from pounding into her- ever muscle in his body flexing as his buried his face into the nook of her neck.

Every piece of him was surrounded by her, between her scent, her warmth, her beautiful mewls and cries of pleasure. He was euphoric consuming her- this woman he'd longed to have. All he wanted was more of her; sliding his hand down the outside of her thigh, he hoisted her leg up and over his shoulder driving himself even deeper than before and she screamed tossing her head back into the pillows. When her back arched, a cry of his name belted from her lips with her body shuttering beneath him. Vader's eyes lingered on the blissfulness of her face- the purity of her expression as she climaxed. He fought back his own for a few moments until he couldn't hold it longer- with one hard rut of his hips he moaned loudly into the skin of her thigh, nipping and biting the flesh as he rode out his own high. When the peak flickered, small tremors rippled through the woman's body as he slipped her leg from his shoulder before collapsing on top of her.

His mouth immediately went to her throat, placing open kisses against the bruised and bitten flesh. He could have left a mark but he didn't- his lips only went to trail down to her collarbone as he quickly placed his weight back onto his forearms. Feeling her hands leave his back to tangle in his locks- he feel back on top of her and she sighed in relief. Nuzzling his face into her neck, he relaxed into her embrace- his member still lodged inside of her. The energy though the Force was profound, them being together was meant to be.

Panting, moaning, and the smacking of skin filled the room for hours. As another climax shook through the woman's body- she felt exhausted, her mind in a complete stupor of hormones and lack of oxygen. Vader had taken her too many times to count, she was coated in a thin layer of sweat- her core almost rubbed raw from their activities. Vader groaned loudly from behind her- she could feel every muscle in him tremble before his chest splayed across her back. Her arms wobbled before giving out- burying her face into the mattress. Padmé hesitated admitting to herself that she was spent, not able to move a single muscle as Vader eased himself off and out of her. The cold air of the room nipped her skin, but she truly couldn't move- every ounce of her strength completely gone. With flushed rosy cheeks, the woman tried to shift only to be met with no movement. Her eyes widened a fraction, she never felt that way in her entire life. The only movement she could bring herself to do was press her thighs together, the flooding of fluid leaving her core was forcing her to squirm slightly.

"Senator?" Vader panted, his cold metal fingers trailing down her spine all but shocked her body into the small movement of rolling over. When she turned to face him, in the minimal lighting he was now laying, panting on his back beside her. It made her feel a little better that he seemed just as worn. The only way she could describe how she felt was jello, part of her was worried she wouldn't walk correctly for days she'd be in so much pain. After another few moments of heavy breathing, she hoisted herself up right. Her nightgown was shredded on the floor by the foot of the bed, her skin was on fire with lovebites or bruises, and the disheveled comforter was almost humid to the touch. Raking a hand through her hair, the knots which had developed stopped her short- her once combed chocolate curls were jumbled at the base of her head.

She couldn't stop herself from glancing over at Vader, before almost collapsing on top of him burying her face into the crook of his neck. Their bodies almost stuck together with the sweat, both of them in desperate need of a shower. When his arms wrapped behind her back she placed all her weight onto him, while he just brushed his flesh hand down her back gently. She couldn't help but stroke her fingers down his bicep- feeling it morph into metal. She found all of him alluring, never did she think being pleasured with metal fingers could feel so good.

A ringing broke her from thought and Vader stiffened beneath her- a low feral growl rumbled through his chest as he sat them both up onto the bed. She watched him sharply summon his commlink, slipping off the bed before answering, "Vader," he snapped through the device. Padmé was almost take back by his tone, he genuinely seemed irritated by the disruption. "You are wasting my time Captain. This situation can be handled without me." Padmé couldn't determine what was being said on the other end of the line, but when she saw Vader's eyes roll before grabbing the bottle of scotch from the coffee table, she knew in that moment he wasn't leaving. Pouring himself a generous glass, she was shocked to see him swig back the entire glass before filling it again. His face didn't sour, it almost seemed like he was drinking water instead. "Deal with this on your own, or I will find someone else who can," with that Vader ended the transmission tossing the device onto the leather couch beside him. "Would you like a glass?" He questioned his head tipping towards her ever so slightly.

"I'm really not into drinking straight hard liquor," she chuckled, "But thank you for offering." Tossing herself onto the bed, she shifted against the sheets. The covers reeked of sex, Force she wondered what time it could be. Vader seemed to hear her thoughts because a moment later the black-out shades began to shift, immediately letting in the waning light of the sun. It was sunset, the refractive light creating striking colors of red, orange, and purple... they had been in his room for the entire day. "Did we actually spend the whole day in here?" She wondered aloud.

"So it seems," Vader chuckled, she looked back at him with a smile and her eyes widened. This was the first time she'd seen all of him. His body was still glistening in sweat, the way his muscles rippled when he brought the drink to his lips made her cheeks flush with heat. He was a perfect sculpture, the only thing she'd ever seen close to the likes of him were ancient sculptures of men back in Theed. She blinked tearing her gaze away from him, calm down, she urged herself before slipping off the bed.

"I might head to my room and grab a shower," Padmé whispered, collecting the torn fabric of her nightgown from the floor.

"If you'd like you can take one here," he suggested, "I'm also in need of one."

The woman bit her lip, "I-I- don't have any clothes in here," she reasoned, trying to use the shredded clothing to cover herself a little. Padmé didn't want to leave but she couldn't help but feeling she had over stayed her welcome. She'd been in his room since last night, he'd spent the whole day... ravishing her... she thought maybe he'd want some time for himself.

"I will never wish for you to leave Senator," he sighed setting his drink down onto the table. "I would much rather you stay then go." His eyes were locked with hers and suddenly she felt the silk fabric slip from her fingers to float back down to the floor. "I have plenty of clothing... everything may be a bit big for you but-"

"I'll stay," she whispered with a slight nod of her head. When she drew closer to him all she could think was that he felt beyond magnetic. It was as if she were trapped in a gravitational pull around him. When she was close enough, the woman brushed her fingers across one of the scars on his chest. Her eyes studied it for a moment until they connected back with Vader's captivating golden ones. His neck craned almost hesitantly before kissing her- it wasn't lustful or greedy, just a simple affectionate kiss- the spark between them soaring. When he slowly pulled away, the small warm smile he gave her almost made her knees weak and his eyes now seemed dull- the gold was intertwined with something else. That something else, made her heart skip a beat.

After a long sensual shower, Padmé found herself in the kitchen foraging the fridge for food wearing nothing but one of Vader's shirts that reached down to midthigh. He'd even joined her on the mission to search. Although, all he did was rest against the archway, clad only in a pair of black sleep pants, observing her struggle to determine what to eat. Her usual flowing curls were still damp and tangled as she shifted on her toes staring at the vast selection of food. There was too much to choose from, she found herself staring aimlessly at each shelf until deciding the easiest choice was fruit. Dragging the glass container into her hand, setting it on the counter, she deactivated the lid and began timidly munching. When she couldn't manage eating under his firm gaze, she glanced up to witness his curious expression.

"What?" Padmé giggled, shifting almost nervously on her toes. The small smirk that tugged at the edges of his lip made her shoulders tighten ever so slightly.

"You remind me of an ash-rabbit," he stated, pushing himself off the wall to draw closer.
Padmé's head notched to the side while her lips pursed, "Just because I eat fruit?" she snickered playfully.

Vader chuckled with a small toothy grin, "You're quite small, when frazzled your eyes grow wider, and yes, the way you devour fruits and vegetables is similar."

A slight blush crept to her cheeks, "So I'm a small fluffy animal to you," she gently laughed, her reaction was cut off when she squeaked a small gasp- his arms caging her to the counter. He was warm, his chest only a few centimeters away from her back. Being close to him like this made her truly feel small- their height and body composition differences exceedingly evident. Staring at the berries under her fingertips, she felt allured to his dominating presence. The sensation of his lips ghosting down the side of her neck, sent a shiver down her spine when he hovered above his bite marks. Her heart skipped a beat, she swallowed hard when his hands left the counter top to catch the brim of her shirt- pushing it up just a fraction revealing that she was indeed lacking undergarments. The small circles he began to trace with his thumbs into the skin just below her lower back caused her to quiver- a berry falling back into the container.

"You are very soft," Vader declared in a low sonorous tone. The way his lips left the marks to linger just below her ear urged her to fall back in his arms and he immediately accepted by weaving around her- pressing her flush to his chest. "Fragile." Padmé suddenly felt tiny wrapped in his arms, his nose buried into in the skin just below her ear and when he deeply inhaled- Padmé froze. "You are intoxicating," he moaned into her flesh, the humming of his voice making her knees weak. Padmé was enveloped by his warm presence his own scent reaching her nose. A feeling of nostalgia caused her head to tilt, giving him access to the skin he always seemed to want to touch. "You were such a good girl for me today, my angel," he whispered.

All Padmé could do in response was nod slightly, his words lured her more than they should have. Truly they should have made her feel insulted- but they didn't. The woman's eyes fluttered closed feeling his erection dig into her back- they'd had sex all day and he still wanted more. However, she was sore- immensely so... she couldn't see herself possibly-

"I know you're sore," he sighed, kissing her neck gently, "I told you before that not everything between us needs to lead to something more."

Heat flushed her cheeks, "But you're..."

"It's a reoccurring issue that I have become accustomed to being around you Senator," he admitted leaving one last gentle kiss on her neck before releasing her from his chest.

"I'm sorry." The words left her lips before she could even contemplate why she'd said them. Her cheeks flushed hearing him chuckle softly.

"We spent the entire day with each other, there's nothing to be sorry for," he assured her, plucking a berry from the container before popping it in his mouth. Padmé couldn't help but notch her head to the side- actually witnessing him eat something besides her... was new. A boyish smile appeared on his face and a mortified rouge flushed her cheeks contemplating he'd heard her thoughts. "I do consume food..." he nodded still amused by her thoughts, "But I usually only eat ration bars."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "You never eat anything else?" Ration bars were formulated to maintain a high protein and carbohydrate diet but Padmé still couldn't understand. 3PO always prepared her dinner, did Vader not eat his meals?

"Not really," he dryly chuckled, "Threepio has been ecstatic for someone to actually eat his meals again. Under normal circumstances, I usually don't have the time to waste eating a normal meal."

"So being here on Coruscant isn't normal for you," she inquired, a small smile formed across her features seeing one of the berries levitate from the container- suspended in midair. It hovered for a moment and with a bite of her lip, she plucked it from the air before popping it in her mouth. Padmé could have sworn a blush had touched his cheeks when she replied to his gesture however it vanished as soon as it appeared.

"It's not," he nodded his voice collected, "I'm not used to having so much free time."
"Ever think of taking advantage of that free time?" She asked contemplating a journey to the lower levels of Coruscant.

"I think I've done a fair job attempting to do that," he smirked, his eyes displaying a smolder that reminded her of the way he'd taken her countless times that day. It was mindboggling that they'd spent the entire day in his chambers, he was Second in Command of the Galactic Empire- the fact he had uninterrupted time like that was probably scarce.

Trying to subdue a hot blush she struggled to shrug it off, "I mean... do you ever go out to clubs or something fun?" Padmé found herself once again struggling with word choice around him. It almost made her feel young- naïve.

"Fun?" He repeated the word aloud as if it were foreign, "I believe we may have differing opinions of what is defined as such."

Padmé pursed her lips slightly trying to analyze his reaction to the word. "Well I think what we did today was fun," she whispered shyly.

Within a second she felt his arms tangled around her, "I cannot disagree with you there," he whispered. Another flush attempted to break across her cheeks, in an attempt to hide her reaction she buried her face into his chest. His usual scent was enhanced by the smell of sandalwood oil that she'd polished him with during their shower.

"Oh wonderful!" A cheerful robotic voice chirped. Padmé tore out of Vader's arms darting her head towards 3PO whom was standing in the archway with Dormé staring quite perplexed behind him. "Master, I was wondering when you'd both come down here! Dormé and I were going to start preparing dinner." Padmé's eyes flickered to Vader, to see a blatant expression of annoyance covering his features. "Will you both be eating in the dining hall this evening?" The droid asked in a hopeful manner. Vader's gaze connected with her own as to ask whether she wanted too.

"That would be lovely Threepio, thank you," Padmé nodded.

"Oh my circuits cannot be more happy! Dinner will be ready within the hour, Master – Mistress Padmé," the droid enthusiastically chimed shuffling further into the kitchen.

"My lady, do you require anything?" Dormé wondered with a small smile as she began unpacking all different sorts of spices. It seemed 3PO and Dormé had gone shopping while her and Vader were otherwise engaged.

"I'm fine for now, thank you Dormé," Padmé nodded, adjusting her shirt to stretch lower over her thighs. With a swipe of her finger, she quickly closed the container of berries- stuffing them back into the fridge. Gently biting her lip, her eyes flickered to Vader's. A gleam of eagerness to retreat somewhere other than the kitchen was apparent in his gaze. There was no hesitation when she sauntered towards him- trailing her fingers down his palm, before brushing them across his chest. Batting her eyelashes she stared up at him with large doe eyes before slipping past him. Suggestively, her hand glided across his abdominal muscles and he seemed to mindless turn and follow her out. A small smile tugged at her lips as they disappeared into the lift.