A/N: I spent too much time trying to reorganize/rewrite this and felt the need to just post and deal with any edits later. 2021 is SOOOO close! I'm excited for this coming year, 2020 was not very pleasant… Please remember to stay safe & Happy (Early) New Year everyone! :D
Chapter 11: Consequences of Underestimating
When Padmé arose draped in black silk, her immediate thought was pain. Every inch of her skin was tender, the muscles of her legs and spine tense and sore. The aching in her body must have settled over night because she hardly had enough strength to shift her head. How was she supposed to attend the Senate today- she could hardly move, let alone walk. Even if she wanted to get up to start her day, a golden arm kept her caged to a chest. Padmé couldn't believe that she'd spent the night in Vader's chambers- again. Their dinner last night was pleasant, he was charming the entire time and 3PO was more than excited to see them enjoy his cooking.
The woman's face buried in the pillow at that thought, after their meal all they did was return to his chambers and continue what they'd done the entire day. Only stopping when both of them were literally too exhausted to contemplate moving. A muffled sigh escaped her lips, as she shifted- whether she wanted too or not she had to fight and get up. Finagling a way out of Vader's grasp, Padmé silently slipped from the bed- throwing on the loose shirt he'd given her yesterday. Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth as she stared at Vader's belt and lightsaber strewn carelessly across the floor. With her eyes flickering towards the sleeping Sith Lord, she kneeled down to the belt- sifting through the various devices and gadgets until her eyes rested upon a key.
All she had to do was take it… she knew by the lack of sun it was still too early for either of them to be awake. With fingers hovering over the golden metal, she found a war waging within herself. This was the way. She had to do this… Clutching the key in her hand, Padmé slithered out the door into the dark halls towards the lift. It was her only opportunity and she wasn't going to waste it. Tiptoeing into the lift, a hard swallow pushed down her throat as she ushered the key into the divot. After twisting it to the right, she pressed the button for the third floor. When the lift started moving, her breaths accelerated – if she could find anything about the Empire's movements and live long enough to tell Bail, it would benefit the Rebellion tremendously. When the doors slid open, she was met by a cavernous hall- even the reminiscent light from the atrium didn't reach.
Trekking cautiously down the hall, she maneuvered her way to the first door on her left- Padmé knew there was a possibility that the locking mechanisms on the doors would be facial or vocal recognition but to her surprise that feature was disabled. Tapping her finger on the interface, the door slid open without issue and she was met by a massive library. Padmé shook her head shutting it closed- she would have liked to analyze his collection further but she wasn't supposed to be here. With her bare feet tiptoeing across marble, she reached the next door- praying it would be some sort of office. To her dismay it wasn't- the room was littered with droid parts, some almost seeming functional and the others just being used for spare parts. One of them stood out to her the most- it almost looked like 3PO but completely onyx. With her eyes flickering around the room she realized some of the droids must be prototypes.
Goosebumps crawled across her skin as she recognized their function, they were torture droids. Needles and scalpels attached inconspicuously, unless in use. The thought made her shiver before retreating back into the hall. Her mind was rattled reaching the next door, she almost desired to go back and forget she even went down here. She'd just spent a day with a man who'd killed and tortured people- a churn of disgust twisted in her belly, she had even enjoyed herself…
Mustering the will power to open the next door, she was relieved to see that it resembled an office space. The flooring altered at the threshold, velvet carpeting touched her toes as she entered and immediately Padmé got to work. Knowing that most of the information on his server would likely be encrypted or password protected- she began analyzing the documentation stashed inside his desk. Rooting through the papers, she made sure to leave them the way she'd found them. Her eyes analyzed each page, in order to try to find something- anything that could be useful.
The designs of a new Mega-Class Star dreadnought were coiled in the space and when she saw the plans her mouth became dry. When finally built, it would be a monstrosity- a gargantuan weapon. "Shit," she breathed stuffing the blueprints back where she found them. She needed to know what they were building but she also needed to know where if they were still under construction. If any weapons were indeed still in development- it would be better to destroy them before they made their debut. Moving to the next drawer, her eyes were overwhelmed by the number of datasticks. Each one was neatly stored away, Padmé couldn't even begin contemplating which were of true importance. But when she saw one haphazardly tossed in with the rest, she couldn't resist slipping it from the drawer and setting it on the holodesk.
Her heart hammered in the confines of her chest when a holorecording began to play. It was of a battle… Almas if she identified the terrain accurately. A small gasp left her lips when she saw him, Obi-Wan on the frontlines aiding the Rebellion. He'd changed since the last time she'd seen him, he wore his hair longer- now sporting a well-kept beard. Vader was a Jedi hunter was it possible they'd seen each other at the Battle of Almas? She glanced over the viewing log, and it had been played over a dozen times. Even though it was nice to see Obi-Wan alive… she needed to move on. Snagging the next datastick, she replaced the one of Obi-Wan storing it how she'd found it. Padmé was hoping there would be a method to the madness of Vader's storage protocols but she found herself going through multiple sticks before she stumbled across something of substance. Something that made her heart drop in her chest.
The hologram was some sort of moon, though it was obviously not one created by the entropy of space. With large eyes, she was viewing plans of something. Accessing the manifest file, she discovered the name of the space station – DS-1 Orbital Battle Station… analyzing the dimensions, she discovered it was indeed the size of a moon, had the ability to jump into hyperspace, and it utilized an unfamiliar type of superlaser. It's a planet destroyer… her thoughts whispered. Fear speared into her body, hands trembling, while she memorized the numerical code located on the surface of the datastick. Before she even contemplated stashing it back where she found it- Padmé tore through the metadata in search of its location. Her eyes flickered through the lines of code, hoping to find anything at that point. Yet, there was nothing. Not even an identifier of whether it was located in the outer-rim or the core.
Inaudible profanities left her lips as she raked a hand through her hair, Padmé knew she needed the blueprints of this thing- to find any weakness in its defense system but she wondered into this completely unprepared. Force, she didn't even have any undergarments let alone a spare encrypted datastick. Glancing at the chrono, her heart stopped. It was almost six, Vader would no doubt be awake soon. Stuffing the datastick back where she found it- Padmé didn't hesitate leaving his office nor heading up the lift. Burying every detail of her excursion to the restricted area of his establishments- she slid back into the room, apparently undetected. Perhaps even Vader was worn out from their activities to the point where he actually needed sleep for once. Slipping the key back into his belt, a small sigh of relief left her lips as she slid back into the bed.
Snuffing any thoughts that dared to stir, Padmé coaxed the man's arm around her back- in his sleep he immediately pulled her chest flush with his own. Her thoughts urged her to always remember who this man was but also that he had a Master.
Hours later, Padmé was drumming her nails against her desk, she was struggling to analyze anything that was on the screen. Her thoughts were spiraling wanting to think about what she'd found this morning. Vader was off at meetings, she was alone with Dormé, it was seemingly a normal day and it had been Lasky to escort her this morning. After shuffling back into bed, she'd fallen asleep till late morning- Vader had already left. What was messing with her head was that she hadn't spoken to him all day. It made her anxious not being close to him. It boggled her mind that she even felt that way but when she was around, he didn't seem to hurt people - just as he'd promised. Tugging at the neck of her dress, she realized Dormé had gone out yesterday to acquire her more high necked, long-sleeved attire. Five new dresses hung in her closet this morning, that thought made her somewhat perturbed.
The aching from his rough touch was still beyond sore, walking in heels was almost unmanageable. However, she was determined to play her part – showing up to work was one of those obligations. Her mind stopped, then her eyes darted to Dormé. That's it! Her mind exclaimed staring at her handmaiden. "Dormé, would you be able to do something for me?" Padmé wondered pulling her hands away from the glass keyboard.
"Of course my lady," she nodded once standing from her seat. Padmé stood from her own, approaching the woman with a small smile.
"If I gave you something, would you be able to take it to Bail Organa," Padmé whispered. "There's something of importance I-"
"Yes, of course," she nodded, cutting her off to save Padmé from explaining.
"Okay," Padmé nodded once, gliding back towards her desk. She'd already written the note to Bail earlier. It contained only one piece of information, the name of that battle station. Bail had his own resources at his disposal- perhaps he could find more about it, if he knew the name. "Give this to him and tell him to burn it," the Senator whispered almost inaudibly, placing the tiny piece of paper in the woman's hand.
"My Lady, are you certain-"
"Please Dormé… They won't follow you," Padmé breathed, with desperation laced in her voice.
The woman nodded once, "I'll also fetch you some lunch while I'm out," she smiled, before retreating into the hall.
Padmé sighed sauntering back to her desk, she hated involving Dormé in all of this… but there was no other way. If the Rebellion could target that weapon before its complete, it could save billions of lives. She didn't put it past Palpatine to unveil that station's power on a highly populated planet- a monumental demonstration of ultimate control. Burying her face within her hands, her mind was on the verge of tearing itself apart. It felt wrong using Vader as a means of gathering information and yet it was how it had to be. Shaking off the feeling, her thoughts returned to her holoscreen. She was behind… Padmé hated being behind- all it meant was long hours and countless cups of caf. Her screen was piled with various documents, each one needing to be read and verified before signing them. She had over six-hundred dense pages to read. "Sith's kriffing hell," she muttered in defeat. Yesterday she should have come to the Senate. Even if she didn't have any meetings- that was no excuse to not show up.
After several hours of intense reading, her eyes were fastened on the screen to the point where she was only blinking ever so often. The salad Dormé had brought her was now non-existent, the remnants consisting of speckled nuts and dried berries remaining in the glass container. Her mind was so absorbed that she didn't even register the door sliding open- she was so close to having over seventy-five percent of her compiled work complete. She couldn't afford to stop now or risk another day like this. Sensing the temperature drop, a shiver broke her from thought and her eyes immediately left her screen to glance at the cloaked figure standing silently beside the door.
"I just need to finish reading three more documents and I'll be done," Padmé stated automatically, taking swift sip of her caf. "Which may take me an hour or two," she added with a small groan.
"It's almost eight, Senator. Can they not wait till morning?" Vader questioned remaining completely still.
"If I leave it now, I'll never catch up… I should have done half of these yesterday," she whispered, her eyes locking back on the screen.
After another hour and a half of reading she knew her mind was reaching its breaking point. Padmé found herself re-reading lines and trying to discern what they meant- she'd need something much stronger than caffeine to get her through this if she planned to go on. Both her body and mind were equally fatigued- her eyelids heavy from staring for so long. "Ugh," she groaned tossing her head into her forearm, she couldn't do this- she was too tired.
"We should go, Senator." Vader suggested, from the corner of her office.
"I know," she sighed deactivating the screen, "My mind is mush at this point, there's no sense continuing." Standing from the desk, her lower back strained to keep her upright and her left foot had fallen asleep. She suddenly felt burnt out, a feeling she hadn't felt since she was queen. All she wanted was to sleep. The tempting sensation of a pillow sent a smile to her lips as she wondered towards Vader.
"You're actually tired," he mused, slipping his hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the office. Dormé must have ventured back to his establishments when the Sith arrived, she noticed. With heavy eyelids Padmé nodded.
"A full night's sleep would do me some good," she sighed, leaning against him as they strode towards the lift. Again his presence felt warm, the chill she'd identified earlier in him nonexistent now. He was so comforting, his robes were actually soft now that she analyzed them further. Her eyes fluttered closed as the lift carried them down to the restricted lot, then suddenly she felt weightlessness causing her to stare up at the man. Vader was now carrying her towards his speeder- the only one left in the lot. Coiling her fingers around the fabric of his robes, she nestled into his chest- he was so cozy. When he went to set her in the speeder, a displeased expression crossed her features as she squirmed closer to him.
"We'll be back soon, just sleep now," Vader intoned, his voice hypnotic and suddenly she found herself buried into a heavy slumber.
When Padmé stirred, it was dark- she couldn't see a damn thing. Shifting in silk sheets, she grimaced feeling the dress she'd worn to the Senate still clutching her frame. Tossing, the covers off her body, she wasted no time reaching around trying to unzip the article but she couldn't reach the zipper- every inch of her muscles argued with her.
"W-What are you doing?" A deep husky voice questioned from behind her, she froze.
"I need this thing off of me," she groaned, after taking a moment to collect herself that she was again in Vader's chambers.
She didn't even hear him move, but the zipper began sliding down her back- the action only explainable through the Force. Without a care, Padmé threw the suffocating fabric off and away before falling back onto the bed. She had nothing more than a brassiere and panties on but she was still too tired to care. The feeling of freedom was too pleasing as she shifted against the smooth fabric of the sheets- it was like she had just been freed from prison, she hated falling asleep in her Senate gowns. Sprawling across the bed, Padmé heard both of her hips pop as well as several vertebrae as she stretched. She winced at the sound, curling back into her usual sleeping position. Soon she felt the covers float back over her body, her naked skin now shielded.
"You should sleep," Vader whispered, the sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine before she listened without hesitation- all but flopping back into sleep.
After placing the Senator back into a deep slumber, Vader shifted to the edge of the bed raking a hand through his blond locks. The woman who was now sound asleep was stubborn, more stubborn than any other woman he'd met. She knew how exhausted she was yet she kept working to the point where he was almost concerned she'd collapse in the lift. There was something that was plaguing her deeper thoughts that he couldn't find – all because of that damn barrier. That impediment was becoming more and more of a nuisance each day. He had still yet to locate that Jedi, Obi-Wan Kenobi; he'd vanished after the Battle of Almas. That thought sent rage etching across the Sith's shoulders, that snake of a man was guarding her- protecting her deepest secrets even light years away. It was beyond maddening.
Vader should have claimed her mind last night, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it- the way they were interacting with one another was too ravenous. He needed to be more gentle during the final process- he couldn't risk her pulling away from him. Hearing his commlink sound within his belt, Vader snapped to attention- striding out of the room before taking the transmission.
"Vader," he responded, his tone sounding collected through the comms.
"Sir, there was an unauthorized search regarding, 'DS-1 Orbital Battle Station,' on station three orbiting Lothal. The search was made by a Lieutenant Morris whom has since been interrogated and found to have an affiliation with the Rebel Alliance. I found it pertinent to inform you because a transmission was made to him an hour before his attempted search utilizing a similar encrypted signal to the one you had directed me to analyze, which was flagged and traced back to Coruscant. After cross-referencing the communication logs and suspected rebel sympathizers, its apparent that the call was certainly made by Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan. Street security footage shows he made a transmission outside his apartment at 14:45, but there is no record of it on any of his devices we have on file." Captain Grett explained in a hushed tone.
Vader's eyes grew wide, swallowing hard in order to compose himself. "Why wasn't I informed of this sooner?" The Sith snapped storming towards the lift.
"I wanted to be sure that what I found was accurate, My Lord. Because I haven't shared this with anyone…I went through Organa's visitor logs from the Senate today. Senator Amidala's handmaiden, she visited Organa without an escort."
The Sith's jaw locked, "Pull any records regarding this from the main server, I will be there to retrieve them personally within the hour."
"Understood, Lord Vader," Grett affirmed before Vader ended the transmission. Stepping off on the third floor, when the Sith entered his office the crashing of metal reverberated as he chucked his belt and lightsaber across the room. Dragging a hand through his locks, his mind twisted in rage at that woman. Sidious would kill him if the Rebellion were to learn of the battle station- it wasn't operational yet, a skeleton crew still guards it to keep transportation traffic to a minimal. Vader needed to know who else he shared that information too... It would be easy enough to get that once Organa was detained tomorrow however, he's had the information for hours and an untraceable means of communication – he still could share it with anyone.
"Fuck!" Vader roared yanking at his blond locks. Scouring through his own records, Vader went through every security log of all his establishments. The Senator had accessed the third floor that morning at 0455. The vertebrae in his neck cracked, before his fist slammed down through the desk shattering it instantaneously. He shouldn't have let his guard down around her, he should have known she'd do something foolish the second he gave her the opportunity. Vader didn't have an option, he had to finalize his plans today. Not only would it solve the issue of her defiance and treachery but it would protect her from Sidious.
Shoving himself away from the pile of shards, he beckoned his belt back into his hand before fuming out of his office- crunching the metal door as it opened too leisurely. He would deal with her later- for now he had to clean up the mess she had created. Vader was livid making his way to the lift down the main floor. Tossing his hood back over his head, the darkness immediately gave him icy comfort as he ordered his speeder. The beast was clawing at the confines of his ribcage, wanting to return to the fourth floor and demand she tell him everything- but he couldn't. He had to keep himself in check… for now. It was blatantly obvious to him that she was aiding the Rebellion, he'd subconsciously known the fact for a while but he hadn't expected her to attempt something so reckless.
Grinding his teeth, he stormed through the atrium onto the veranda, with purpose he moved swiftly into the night not giving his men a glance as he jumped into his speeder racing towards the Senate building.
After retrieving the records from the lower levels of the Senate, the Sith Lord marched down the dark halls towards Senator Amidala's office. With the Force, he wrenched open the door, his eyes scanning the dark room - searching intently. He trekked towards her desk, rummaging through the drawers for anything of significance. She'd invaded his personal space- it was only fair he did the same. But there was nothing, only pens, a pad of paper, a pair of flats, and a handkerchief. His jaw clenched, there wasn't anything here... It didn't surprise him, it would be daring to hide anything valuable in such a public place. He'd already had his men comb her through belongings and her old apartment- they'd found nothing. Yet Vader knew if she was aiding the Rebellion, she had to have something. He stood shutting his eyes reaching out to the Force, his senses brought him towards the cabinets beside her desk again. His eyes narrowed, he'd searched there…unless. Kneeling to the floor, his hand reached under the desk swiping the smooth surface for some indication of a secret compartment.
He froze as his finger caught on something, a small peg. His jaw tightened as he fiddled with it for a moment until under the desk by the chair, a drawer revealed itself. The reflective glass had hidden it so well, one would never know that the desk had been hiding such secrets. Immediately, he pulled out a briefcase he'd seen her have on occasion. There wasn't much else in the drawer, but a gleam of metal caught his attention. Vader's eyes widened a fraction, as he inspected the golden ring, rotating it between his fingers. He had seen similar trinkets worn by rebel commanders, theirs were not as elegant, but they shared similar features. Only a trained eye could tell, it looked nothing more than a normal ring but as his gloved hand brushed against one of the rivets the metal shifted revealing the Rebel Alliance insignia. "Fuck." The Sith cursed quietly, he was harboring a kriffing traitor. How could he be so blind to her movements? Sith's hell, from the variant encompassing the insignia she seemed to be a high ranking member.
Vader growled clenching the ring in his fist, even having this ring in her possession was a death sentence. How many rebellion soldiers had he killed for less?...and here he was about to tamper with evidence for one. Gritting his teeth, Vader shoved the ring into his robes before he began rummaging through the auburn leather briefcase. He was surprised to see real paper documents. He shook his head, reading over the material. Nothing was pertinent to the rebellion, it was all standard work related. He groaned chuckling the bag across the room. He froze as it clunk to the floor, something in the bag had shifted. Calling it back with the Force, he immediately began skimming the seams for a possible second layer to the case. He heard something tear with ease, pulling back the false seam - actual shock filled his mind. Tugging the documents from the case, his eyes scanning them intensely. It was all there. Trade routes, destinations, frequency of usage, and dates; she was one of the top organizers in smuggling their supplies. The records were impeccable, calligraphy script filling each page.
Vader felt like an utter fool, watching her for four years and not having a damn clue of how deep her claws were into the Rebellion. He felt torn, torn between burning them or using them to the Empire's advantage. No one needed to know how they came into his possession, no one would dare ask him- even Sidious wouldn't ask he'd just be pleased. All he knew for certain was that there was no way he was leaving any evidence in her office. Stuffing the papers back into the false seam, he sealed the pocket before placing everything back into the case.
Closing up her desk, he cleared the room of any identifiers that he'd been there before trekking out of the office, briefcase in hand. Through the darkness, he made his way through the secret passages of the Senate back towards his speeder. Fuck, his mind seethed jumping into the pilots seat.
As he sped back to his establishments, thoughts raced through his mind: the Rebellion, Organa, Amidala, treason. His head was pounding contemplating his next steps. He now understood that fire and determination in her eyes. Not only did she take advantage of her placement when he was asleep but she also was shoulder deep in treasonous behavior. He wanted to confront her- but again his thoughts urged him against it. Even if he did demand her to tell him, order that she tell him everything she knows… Would she even listen to him? He had dealt with other commanders of the rebellion, ones involved with the positioning of their troops. They were hard headed not allowing a lick of information to escape their mind until he broke them- shattering their mental state until they lay dead on the interrogation slab. He wondered if she knew the location of the Rebel base or if they decided to keep the information from her because of her current location.
With his grip twisting around the yoke, Vader knew Bail Organa personally communicated with known members of the Rebellion. Amidala had no trace of that on her record. He wondered just how many degrees away she was from communicating with generals or commanders? An idea dawned on him that would solve almost all of his problems. He knew Bail's office would be searched tomorrow, if he planted the files in his office it would level him. As collateral it would destroy the Rebellion's confidence in Senator Amidala especially after the formal announcement of their engagement. With nowhere to turn, she wouldn't have a choice but to give up her foolish beliefs and her public status would remain as being faithful to the Empire. He would have to table his rage for the time being, he couldn't allow her to even remotely know something was amiss.
How could he allow her to return to the Senate? What if she noticed the items missing and warned Bail the same way she'd managed to contact him today? Vader's whole plan would be tossed out the airlock just as his sanity at the moment. His human hand repeatedly slammed against the dash, pain shooting into his bones- relieving his mind. He had… underestimated her, something he never did a single time in his life. Amidala was a weakness and that needed to change. Pulling up to the penthouse, he slowed the speeder, jumped out before trekking past the guards - entering the atrium. He finally felt the anger swirling around him, like a thunderous storm crashing with utter betrayal. Patience he urged himself until he heard an angelic giggle carry through his ears.
The Naboo Senator was seated at the breakfast bar conversing with 3PO. Vader took a step away from the sight, clutching the leather case in his hand. She hadn't noticed his presence yet; he hadn't expected her to be awake. Inconspicuously, he ushered the bag into the flower bed behind him with the Force- burying it amongst the flowers before his stern gaze met her. The woman's back tensed ever so slightly before turning towards him with a puzzled expression. 3PO's attention followed suit.
"Oh Master! You have returned," 3PO beamed waddling towards him.
"So where did you go?" Padmé questioned popping a piece of fruit into her mouth with a slight smile as the Sith joined them in the kitchen. Vader found himself impressed by the power she had over her own emotions.
Trying to control his temper he took a deep breath before replying, "I was handling some urgent matters," Vader stated, viewing her differently than before- he finally understood her fire.
"Well…" she breathed slowly pushing away her plate, "I may retire for the night, thank you Threepio the meal was delicious," she smiled towards the droid, standing from her seat. It was remarkable how she could sense his moods even when he was attempting to be on his best behavior under the circumstances. However, he knew the air was ice around him- goosebumps had formed across the bare skin of her exposed thighs. She was wearing nothing but undergarments and one of his shirts.
"Oh, you are quite welcome Mistress Padmé," the droid gushed, oblivious of the tension brewing in the room.
Vader was still angry, livid, he wasn't sure whether to kill her or slam her into the wall and burying himself to stave off the rage. When she went to stride past him, Vader couldn't stop himself from shoving her roughly into the wall- crushing his lips against hers. His mind was spinning, his heart pounding, as his hands roughly slid down her sides to grip her hips.
"Oh dear…" 3PO gasped before hastily waddling out of the room.
To Vader's amazement, she tried to kiss him back faster than he had expected but he didn't allow her lips to move as he all but devoured them. He was too livid, he had to act on something he felt. When her arms tried to wrap around him, Vader slammed her wrists to the wall- making her whine in disagreement. Keeping her pinned with the Force, he tore away to shred the material of the shirt that shielded her body. A alarmed gasped escaped the woman's lips hearing the fabric tear and the cold air nipping her newly exposed skin. His mouth was on her collarbone, wasting no time freeing his emotions into angry bites. When she began to squirm, he hoisting her off the floor, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. Even though he could tell she was frightened by his ravenous actions- there was exhilaration laced through her emotions when he slammed her back into the wall.
Once again his mouth was consuming hers, whether he was angry or not the way she tasted went straight to tighten below his waist. Yanking her off the wall, in one swift motion he dropped her rear onto the cold marble counter top and a shocked mewl left her lips before his mouth moved to smother it.
His heart was pounding, the desire over taking his mind as his hands reached in front of him to shred the lacy fabric shielding her breasts. With his body feeding off her sensual sounds, his hands worked up to massage her mounds before his lips trailed down to take the small pebble of her nipple into his mouth. The feeling of her skin, even through his leather glove, was enough to send pleasure waves across his body. He lathered her with more desperate kisses before he pulled away. Glancing down, he savagely ripped away her final article of clothing, before closing in, using his body to press her back flush with the frigid countertop. Using his body to keep her hands pinned, his hands raced down to release himself from the harsh confinements of his pants. She was dripping for him, unable to contain himself in the slightest- he rutted into her clamping his hands around her hipbones. He relished feeling the pleasure and pain it brought her as a loud cry belted from her lips.
Not even contemplating giving her time to adjust, he found his rhythm, lathering the skin of her collarbone, stomach and breasts with open kisses. He moaned into skin feeling her warmth as he continued thrusting. Her mewls and his low moans reverberated through the kitchen, surely the noise resounding about the echoing floor space of the penthouse. Beads of sweat condensed along his forehead as the immense heat of both of their bodies became almost like touching fire.
When her moans became desperate and he could feel himself begin to lose his mind and body to pleasure, he hastened his pace until they climaxed together. Vader moaned loudly into her skin as his name screamed from her lips. Pleasure shuttered through the Force around them- pain. A sharp dagger-like pain shredded his mind, snapping him from pleasure. The disturbance in the Force, made his arms weak as he almost faltered in his thrusts. Something just happened, a disturbance that even made the Sith Lord himself feel the crippling pain of the occurrence. The disturbance was polar opposite to the pleasure he'd been feeling, it was such a radical change that it all but knocked the air out of him. He felt his body become tense, struggling to maintain his composure. His jaw tightened as he began slowing his thrusts, he wanted that pleasure back that was so cruelly stripped from him. He longed at the young woman's face, envying her pure bliss as she continued to writhe beneath him.
Making sure not to crush her, on either side of the Senator's head his palms sturdied his body as their rapid breaths filled their air around them. Something has happened… Vader concluded to himself as his eyes fell on the woman's pleasure filled expression. He could feel her fingers raking softly through his hair beneath his hood, relishing the feeling- he hadn't even noticed the grip he had on her body had lifted. Still connected, Vader planted a sloppy kiss on her collarbone – an attempt to mask how rattled he felt but the Senator seemed to identify the change in him.
"What's wrong?" She breathed, her chocolate eyes shimmering into his own.
"Nothing," he assured her flashing a small smile, before easing out of her warmth. He raked a hand through his tousled hair before swiping the cloak from his shoulders, handing it to her. At least he had fend off his anger but now all he felt was uneasiness. Whatever happened must have been substantial to make him feel such a way. Shifting himself back into his trousers, his gaze stared back to the Senator who was now fiddling with his cloak on top of the counter until she moved to pick up the pieces of her undergarments. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks now drying from tears, while new marks were beginning to form across her skin. When Vader felt his member twitch at the sight of her, he averted his eyes trying to concentrate on the skyline.
"You seem troubled," She whispered from behind him, her arm weaving around him from behind ghosting her fingers against the fabric of his robes.
Placing his gloved hand over hers he relaxed slightly into her touch, "There was a disturbance in the Force," Vader explained as his eyes remained firmly on the city lights.
"You mean something bad has happened?" She questioned quietly, even though he couldn't see her, he knew from the tone of her voice there was a frown pulling at her swollen lips.
"Possibly," he stated perturbed turning his mind to focus on the Force. Vader's head snapped to the archway as 3PO wondered back in, standing still in the threshold.
"My apologies to disturb you Master- Mistress Padmé but, the Emperor requires you to contact him immediately," 3PO stated quickly. "He said it is very urgent."
Vader nodded, giving the Senator one last glance before he left. Trekking towards the lift, there was no doubt his Master had felt the unsettling feeling or maybe the disturbance felt so harsh was because of where his mind and body was at the time. Going from immense pleasure to a shocking amount of pain was enough to rattle anyone. No doubt Sidious was the cause of that disturbance. Making his way towards the communications room, he tossed on a new cloak - shifting over his shoulders before shielding his face in darkness.
The Sith apprentice kneeled as his Master's hologram appeared in front of him, "What is thy bidding, my Master?" He spoke automatically with his head hung low in fabricated respect.
"Rise my young apprentice," the Emperor stated, "I trust you felt the disturbance as I did."
"Yes my Master, it was hard to overlook," Vader stated as he stood.
"Wonderful," Palpatine chuckled, "That means the remaining Jedi must have felt it as well."
Vader remained silent.
"The Death Star has accomplished its first test."
Any thoughts that dared to stir were immediately crushed, "That is good news," the young Sith stated, in his usual callous- indifferent tone. Did Sidious just order for an entire planet to be annihilated? Annoyance brewed in Vader's chest, why hadn't his Master informed him of this major development? Why conceal this from the leader of his military?
"My young apprentice you seem… displeased," Sidious stated resting back in his throne.
"I was under the impression that I would be informed of any major developments regarding the Death Star," Vader replied carefully.
"I didn't want to bother you," Sidious shrugged, waving his hand dismissively, "I understand you have been quite busy. Tell me is the Senator behaving herself?"
Vader gritted his teeth at the question, "Yes, Master."
"That is good… Do not worry about the test my young apprentice, it was only Bahryn. The next test I can assure to you that you will be informed," he stated casually picking at his nails. "Even though I had required you stay on Imperial Center until the wedding there is somewhere else I need you. Both you and the Senator will travel to Vandor. I need her away from the Senate and off planet for the time being. As you know there have been developments with the ongoing investigation in the Senate. It is better she is not around to vocalize her objections to any of the arrests. While you are there, I would like you to deal with Moff Evans whom aided in the loss of one of our stations above Jakku."
"I understand, my Master," Vader bowed his head.
"I expect you to depart with the Executor and arrive on Vandor within three days' time. After two weeks, you are to travel to Naboo. There is a gala I need you both to attend due to your failures at the last one," Sidious halted presence becoming a warning, "At this gala, Senator Amidala's skin will be free of any markings. She will wear something more appropriate than her recent attire at the Senate. I need the people to understand that she is to be your wife not your whore. After the wedding, you may do to her whatever pleases you, Lord Vader, but for now she must remain presentable."
Fury churned beneath Vader's skin, as a frigid, "Yes, Master," left his lips.
"Good my young apprentice, feed your anger, focus it, your control will make you stronger," Sidious smirked. "Seeing that is it late, I presume Senator Amidala is asleep?"
"She is awake," Vader stated truthfully. A deep discomfort crawled beneath his skin as Sidious licked his lips and he nodded his head.
"Do be sure both of you get some well-deserved rest, Lord Vader," he shrewdly smirked before the transmission ceased, leaving Vader in the dark with his raging thoughts.