A/N: If you don't particularly like smut, this is not the chapter for you… however something significant does happen during it. BUT what happens is discussed in the chapter after this one, so if you want to skip this and wait until I upload the next chapter that would probably be better than reading this one. Last thing, if you're not 18 or older - GO AWAY please! Warning: Dubious Consent

Chapter 12: Ownership of One's Feelings

With immersed eyes fastened on the holorecording, Obi-Wan scrutinized the footage from Almas. Calloused fingers brushed across the stubble on his chin trying to make sense of the perplexing signals rippling through the Force. Almas was the first battle Obi-Wan had actually sensed Darth Vader's presence. Compared to the inquisitors he'd sent in the past, the darkness swarming Vader was much more ominous. Every time the Jedi replayed the recording an unsettling feeling crawled deeper beneath his skin. His power, knowledge, rage, fear was overwhelming. Even with the Empire still so young, that Sith's power was infamous - suffocating the light. There was no doubt he was responsible for corrupting Amidala's light, that thought made Obi-Wan inadvertently tense. Organa had informed them of Padmé's forced engagement to this creature. How he'd attacked her at the Imperial gala. Yet even after all that, her mind was still slipping away from the Jedi.

Kenobi slammed his fist onto the interface, freezing the holodisplay. The jab he felt through the Force earlier in the week was loud, it knocked him from sleep and had sent apprehension down his spine. Vader knew of the barrier he'd placed in her mind, yet the Sith hadn't tried to touch it again since. But still I'm losing her, his thoughts whispered as he reached for her presence. The connection was waning, Darth Vader had undoubtably been grooming her for the past month… for the past several years.

"Troubled are you Obi-Wan," Yoda's voice sounded, breaking the Jedi from thought.

"Yes, Master…" Kenobi sighed turning to face the small green legendary Jedi. "It's Senator Amidala, she is in danger."

A crestfallen expression shrouded Yoda's expression, "As Vader's grasp on her mind grows, so does your own fear," the green creature nodded solemnly his eyes staring towards the frozen hologram of the Sith himself. Kenobi swallowed adverting his eyes from the Jedi Master, knowing that indeed… he was afraid of losing her to that monster. "Be mindful of your emotions Master Kenobi. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering."

Obi-Wan froze his movements as his teeth began to grind together, he'd never felt this on edge before. He truly needed to control himself- his emotions were getting out of hand.

"Attachment you have to Senator Amidala," Yoda nods understandingly, "Natural these emotions are, critical it is how you handle them."

"He'll enslave her, Master Yoda." Obi-Wan whispered.

"Have her mind he may, have her spirit he will not," Yoda said confidently.

"Spirit can be broken," the younger Jedi argued, "She doesn't deserve that. We could have brought her with us-"

"Helped the Alliance that would have?"

Kenobi frowned, "No…" but she would be safe.

"Master Kenobi, meditate you must on your emotions," Yoda informs him almost in a haunting tone.

"Besides her…" Obi-Wan muttered dismissively shaking his head, "It still doesn't help me understand why that Sith's presence is familiar to me. Yes, his signature matches the one that has been corrupting Amidala's mental barriers but there is something else Master Yoda – something I cannot explain."

"Meditated on this have you?"

"I have, before the fall of the Republic I never felt his presence before. He shouldn't be familiar in the way that he seems to be." Obi-Wan informed.

"Variant circumstances can breed different outcomes," Yoda murmured seemingly deep in thought. Obi-Wan stared at the vast nature in the Master Jedi's eyes, he wanted to ask what that even meant.

"Master Yoda… I am not sure I understand," Obi-Wan frowned, thrown by the cryptic statement.

"Mediate you must Master Kenobi, with a clearer mind actuality will prevail," Yoda nodded, jumping from his seat to slowly stroll away. "Made contact Organa did today. Name of a battle station he gave us, DS-1 Orbital Battle Station. A new military target we may have."

"Where is it? Who gave him this information, how do we know if it's reliable?" Obi-Wan pounced on the intelligence.

"Unknown the location is. Handmaiden of Senator Amidala informed him she did. Supplies there now are on Kessel."

Obi-Wan's eyes widened slightly, "S-She came through?"

Yoda shut his eyes with a small nod, "Indeed, risked herself greatly she has…"

"We shouldn't leave her in his care, Master." Obi-Wan implored, "I can leave for Coruscant today-"

"Irrational you have become Obi-Wan," Yoda frowned, "Sense the darkness infiltrating her mind, can you?"

"I can't sleep because of it. It's suffocating- her presence is hardly hers anymore."

"Yet defy him she still does…" Yoda noticed, before contemplating that deep thought. Kenobi frowned wishing he knew what was going on in the Jedi Master's mind. "Incremental shifts in her presence you feel Master Kenobi?" Obi-Wan nodded slightly, still not sure what Yoda was speculating in his thoughts. "Meditate on this, I will…" With that, the legendary green creature strolled away.

Obi-Wan sighed, his eyes shifting back to the holoprojection. The Force was unimaginably strong around this Sith Lord, even during battle just being in the vicinity of his presence was more than formidable to the Jedi Knight. There was so much pain, anger, and fear. He slaughtered over thirty rebel soldiers in a matter of moments without care- with strategical perfection, a true war machine. And Padmé is with him… his thoughts whispered. The Jedi shook his head, knocking the thought away – Sidious still needed her, she wouldn't be in true danger until after their ceremony. Folding his arms into his sleeves, the Jedi Master leaned against the console and shut his eyes. It had been a week since he'd had sufficient sleep – they'd spent too much time trying to recruit soldiers and acquire supplies… Padmé's help couldn't have come at a better time.

She was still so young, her birthday coming within the next four months. She'll only be twenty-two, Obi-Wan reminded himself. That thought still staggered his mind. That woman had so many connections, carried and conducted herself in such a regal manner, she truly was a masterpiece of an individual. A frown pulled at the man's lips, he shouldn't miss her – he shouldn't allow himself to feel any of the emotions that were beginning to stir. With a long exhale, Kenobi knew whatever feelings that he'd developed for her would only draw him further away from where his mind needed to be. In the wake of a new Republic, if both of them were still alive – he wouldn't think twice about giving up the Order for her. That thought made Obi-Wan pinch the bridge of his nose, it had been years since they'd even spoken to one another. But he knew that she'd never forget him… He'd never forget her.

"I still don't think the beard suits you General Kenobi," a regal voice mused, snapping the Jedi from his thoughts. His breath hitched, his eyes darting towards a familiar fair-skinned, blond haired woman. He swallowed deeply, with the sudden feeling of guilt swarming his chest.

"Satine," was all the Jedi could muster to say as the woman sauntered deeper into the room. "We are leaving this system soon-"

"I know, when I heard the rumors that you were here…" Her words trailed off before she shifted the topic, "I have been called to attend a gala on Naboo later next month - that is mainly why I'm here," Satine announced tilting her chin up slightly.

Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes trailing across her features that he hadn't seen in person for months. That was until her words settled in his mind, "You shouldn't go Satine, it's far too dangerous-"

"The Emperor has requested my presence personally, so I must go."

The Jedi nodded hesitantly, until he saw her eyes flicker towards the holoprojection behind him. "This is that specter that stands beside the Emperor correct? Lord Vader is it?" She hummed tapping her pointer finger against her chin in thought. "My sources say that the gala on Naboo is to honor the engagement of Lord Vader and Padmé Amidala…"

"Your sources are correct," Obi-Wan muttered.

"Then she has turned on the Rebellion?" Concern flashed in the woman's eyes.

"She would never," he replied defensively, "Sidi- Palpatine is compelling her to marry him."

"I'll speak with her at the gala then, it has been too long since I've spoken to her… she and I had like minds the last time we spoke," she smiled, "One of the few hearts that was and still is beating in the Senate."

"Satine," Kenobi sighed raking a hand through his hair, "Is it possible for us to discuss something else." He couldn't sleep because of her, there wasn't a day that went by when he didn't hear her name. The Rebellion was fragmenting- the rumors of Amidala's engagement to a Sith Lord spreading like a wildfire amongst the commanders. They were angry, it was becoming hard to keep them at bay for her supposed treachery. Even Obi-Wan was concerned of her allegiance, the fluctuating of her mind was troubling, but after today… he knew what Bail had told them was accurate- she would never marry a Sith willingly. She was still loyal to the Alliance, but for how long…

What the hell am I doing? Padmé's thoughts groaned running a hand through her disheveled curls. Being around him was something she couldn't understand, it was as if she'd known the man for years and yet she couldn't remember ever meeting him. Why would she allow this to happen? He just took her and she didn't even argue with him… she didn't even want him to stop. Her cheeks flushed, wrapping Vader's cloak tighter around her body. Shifting on her toes, She felt out of place- out of her element. Her own behavior was horribly confusing. With a deep sigh, her hand ran through her hair again, she had let him do things to her that she would never allow anyone else to do. What made her feel even more dreadful was that she didn't even feel bad about wanting him again. Her rationale was condemning her for not responding purely disgusted while her feelings… that spark she felt… were soaring.

"Mistress Padmé, do you require anything?" 3PO questioned breaking her out of thought.

"No thank you Threepio… and I'm sorry you had to witness that," Padmé blushed toying with the sleeve of Vader's cloak.

"There is no need to apologize my lady, I understand my Master can be… impulsive," he replied with a small nod before heading towards the sink.

A needle of jealousy pierced her chest. "You're used to seeing him that?" She whispered hesitantly.

3PO's golden cranium shifted before turning towards her, "I am not sure I understand your question, my apologies."

"I mean… does he do this with a lot of women?" Padmé prodded tentatively, trying to hid her discomfort about Vader's virile behavior.

"Oh! I see, no milady- you are the first woman he has brought here. He has spoken about you quite often over the past few years. It has been exciting to finally meet you," 3PO beamed as he began casually cleansing the countertops. Padmé eyed the droid, humiliation heating her cheeks that he was cleaning up after them.

Hold up… Years? That piece of information echoed through the woman's mind as alarms ricocheted off the walls in her skull. Padmé felt the urge to shake off the droids sudden disclosure but 3PO was Vader's personal protocol droid, what could a Dark Lord possibly have to say about a Senator? Also it became exceedingly apparent that 3PO connected meeting her with Vader's personal relationships… Uneasiness swept into her body with that thought. He'd been aware of her for years. Yes, Padmé had known of him as well but the way 3PO described his knowledge of her seemed to be personal.

Paranoia crawled into Padmé's mind at that thought- what exactly did he know about her, he'd never spoken to her before a month ago. "Threepio… what- what has he told you about me?" She asked, as her hands become clammy. Had Darth Vader been watching her? It seemed like an irrational thought – she was nothing more than a Senator, he was too busy to be aware of someone like her. Yet, if he had been, how much did he know about her routine? How much did he actually know about her involvement with the Rebellion? Her first instinct was to panic, she felt like a child who had just discovered a monster was lurking under her bed- one that she now shared a bed with.

Holy shit.

"Are you alright miss Padmé, you seem ill?" 3PO worried, dropping the towel from his hand.

"No… I-I- am just surprised he talks about me is all," She dryly laughed as the markings along her skin began to burn.

"Oh yes, he admires you very much. I was wondering when he'd finally bring you here," 3PO nodded before continuing to clean. After the droids casual statement, silence filled between them as Padmé's thoughts began to run wild. She was thinking so quickly, too quickly, had the spark between them, that desire of her to want him- all of it- was everything that she'd been feeling due to him!? She felt her mind pulsate into a full out panic attack in the middle of the kitchen, she couldn't help but stare at her body- what she allowed him to do to her!

A squeak belted from her lips as a hand rested against the small of her back. With instinct guiding all her reactions, she whipped away from the touch - eyes snapping up to see Vader standing, uncharacteristically puzzled with his reaper cowl tilted to the side.

"What's wrong?" The sonorous nature of his voice forced goosebumps across her skin. Padmé's lips parted to reply but she found any words scrambling in her mind, if she spoke now – it would result in an unintelligible jumble of words. He was the only person she'd met who made her feel that way. With large eyes she stared up into the dark void. He was a menacing figure. Tall, broad, residual darkness swarming around him. The longer she took to reply, the more she felt the temperature drop in the room. He advanced towards her with one small step, his hand slowly reaching out – almost in an attempt to comfort her, yet all it did was drive the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. Her instincts only communicating one single action. Run.

Pressure was forming against her skull, a gasp escaping her lips as she tried to shove his presence out with every bit of mental strength she could muster. He retreated. Now the room was ice. And just then did she realize her eyes had fallen to gawk at his boots.

"Senator, what's wrong." Vader repeated, yet this time it was no question. His tone ate away at her mental barriers, like a malignant disease infecting the protective shell. Padmé winced. There was a sting from his demand. Bracing against the counter, the woman was panting, trying to repair whatever he'd done – yet she was only met by another tear in her skull. A small cry left her lips as 3PO finally realized something was wrong.

"Mistress, are you alright?" 3PO fretted waddling towards her.

The droids sudden question snapped her concentration. Heat flooded into her body, flushing her cheeks while her external barriers shattered. Her vision was foggy, her body wavering threatening to topple over at any moment. Disoriented, she attempted to do what she should have done minutes ago – leave. But with the first step she took, she faltered. Before colliding with the ground, an arm reached out to catch her effortlessly. Vader's forearm wrapped around her stomach bending her body before she was plucked from the ground, draped across his arm like one would a coat. She heard a sigh before muffled casual dialogue. Padmé squirmed only to yelp after being tossed over a shoulder.

The floor began to move or perhaps she was moving… she couldn't tell in that moment. But the lines on the marble were hypnotic. Her head tilted, hands fisted black fabric, before a wave of vertigo washed over her as she was splayed across a bed.

"Angel, it will be easier for you if you stop fighting me," a deep magnetic voice cooed just above her ear. With a whimper, a shudder trembled down her spine. Tearing her eyes away from the ceiling, she finally stared towards the owner of the voice. Her eyes widened. Vader was still cloaked, still an overwhelming dark entity. Her heart skittered at the sight, a small fleeting voice urging her to flee. She attempted to move, maybe follow the voice maybe not… but either way she couldn't move. A deep sigh left the shadow standing beside the bed. "My angel," Vader purred, however there was an enduring possessive nature in his tone. "You're still denying your feelings. Let go."

With another whimper, Padmé felt heat radiating into her body from the markings across her neck – the sensation causing her to unknowingly release a small moan. The feeling slithered towards her skull, seeping through her mental barriers. "Please let me in, Padmé," Vader cooed, she couldn't tell whether he'd actually spoken the words aloud or whether they were in her mind. But either way, another tremor rattled her body before explicit images of what they'd done together broadcasted in her mind. "There it is…" he whispered, Padmé could hear the smirk in his voice. With his touch ghosting across her shoulder down to her arm, he picked up the limb letting it fell limp to the bed. "I had been watching you to protect you," he said slowly before standing at the foot of the bed. "Do you want me Padmé?"

A small satisfied smirk pulled at his lips when she began crawling towards the end of the bed. She couldn't understand the state of her body, she knew he was controlling her but why didn't she care? She could only sit back and watch as her shaky hands gripped the front of his tunic, her dilated gaze longing up into a void. Padmé knew her brown eyes were glassy, she could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. Slowly, Vader kneeled in front of her before cupping her chin in his left hand. His eyes were warning, his face ridged as he spoke, "Your mind, body, and soul are mine. Do you understand?"

She felt herself nod whispering a weak 'yes', unable to break away from his eyes boring holes into hers. Once the word left her lips he stood, a small smirk tugging at his lips before his hands reached to his belt relieving himself of the weapons.

"Stay still," He sultry demanded and she mindlessly followed sitting proper on the bed. Smoothly, he eased the cloak from her shoulders – the fabric fluttering to the floor. Her eyes lingered on it for a moment before her attention was caught by the expansive city lights twinkling in her vision. What is this? The overwhelming obedience perplexed her mind slightly.

A small gasp left her parted lips when Vader's hands clamped around the top of either side of her ribcage, hauling her further onto the bed. When her head became buried in the pillows her glossy eyes just stared up at the man in hopeless confusion. Padmé was a feather in his hands until he used his body to push her down. Immediately, her senses were overwhelmed as his lips pressed against hers moving slowly but with heavy pressure. The movement was loving, tender, it was the most passionate kiss he'd ever given her. She could feel his emotions pouring into her mind, that's when it dawned on her- that he hadn't only brought down her mental barriers but also his own- allowing her to feel him. Laying beneath him, she could feel his skin against hers, his toned muscles against her breasts, his manhood brushing against her inner thigh. How long was she staring out that window? When did he undress?

Trying urge him closer, her hands reached up raking her fingers against his triceps. Submitting to her request he gently placed more of his weight onto her before his hands reached for her arms. His metal and flesh fingers glided down her skin as her forearms fell back against the bed. He intertwined their fingers, drawing her deeper into the cloud beneath her back as his lips moved from her mouth to the soft skin of her neck then breasts. His soft dark golden hair tickled the skin above her collarbone down to her navel his lips never losing their slow but powerful motion. She released a soft moan as her fingers tightened around his, her eyes fluttering shut in awe as pleasure pulsated through her core. With every kiss of his lips, she could feel their connection- their spark beginning to feel like a phrik chain within her mind. Euphoria shook her thoughts as he buried himself inside her warmth, using their intertwined fingers to melt them deeper into the bed. The movement of his thrusts were slow, affectionate, careful, it wasn't like anything she had ever felt from him before. A mewl slipped from her lips as his head nestled into the crook of her neck sucking and nipping kisses of fire against her pulse.

She could tell he was taking his time as if he were preparing her for something. Her hips met his every time and she could feel his low moans reverberate against her bruised skin. When she could sense her climax approaching, his thrusts became slightly harder and faster however he never lost the tenderness. Padmé's toes curled as outrageous amounts of pressure consumed every fiber of her body. In her sensual stupor, she heard him speak an unknown language against her flesh. It was almost as if he was casting a spell as her heart pounded in her ears from his words. When her pleasure crested, her head threw back against the pillows her vision speckling when she felt his teeth dig into her neck.

A weak cry of pain belted from her lips as something in her mind shattered. The feeling was like lightning tearing through her skull, the bolts shredding everything in its path as ice roared behind it- snuffing the flames, welding the shreds. A soft, consoling 'shh' played in the air when the pain in the back of her skull became crippling, suffocating- she knew something in her had been broken while something else was built. The excruciating pain only lasted for a few seconds before it was drown by oxytocin and dopamine as if Vader had demanded her body to release them. The sensation was like a massive wave crashing into her mind and body as her vocal cords screamed his name.

A loud moan left his lips when his head pulled away from her neck, as he found his own release. After a few moments when his movements slowed, her mind wondered aimlessly back to reality. Her gaze finally fell upon his face and her lips parted slightly at the shocking sight of the sickly crimson hue of his eyes.

Padmé thought she'd feel afraid but she didn't.

Padmé thought she'd want him off of her but she didn't.

Azure. Another color laced within the crimson, a color she'd never seen in them before.

Dragging her out of thought, his lips pressed against hers as he slowly glided out of her warmth shifting his weight to roll beside her, their intertwined fingers slipping apart. Padmé blinked a few times in confusion as he made his way off the bed, towards the fresher. She blinked again, her hand reaching towards her forehead brushing it gently- physically she felt fine but it was like there was something else in her mind that she couldn't explain. She shifted her limbs, happy they were under her jurisdiction again before stumbling off the bed.

"Vader," Padmé breathed holding her hand against the doorframe of the fresher watching him hunched over the sink, splashing water onto his face. "W-What did you just do to me?" She questioned almost inaudible. His palms clenched to the brim of the sink as his head snapped up to stare into her eyes within the mirror. Padmé was glad to see his eyes were back to their usual golden color but a small frown pulled at her lips not knowing what he'd done.

"I bound you to me," he stated turning to face her, she was surprised to get a straight answer from him. And for some reason she was oddly okay with what he'd done.

"What does that mean?" She asked puzzled shifting on her toes.

"Your mental barriers can no longer restrict me from accessing your thoughts," he explained pulling a towel from the rack beside him, wiping his face. Her gaze fell to the ground, trying to hide her bewildered expression.

"So you now can find anything you want to in my mind?" She questioned quietly almost to herself.

"Yes," he established immediately.

Padmé swallowed hard before reaching to her neck, feeling the blood trickle down her skin, "What did you say earlier before you… bit me? I didn't recognize the language," she asked glancing back up at his golden gaze.

"I am a Sith Lord," he reminded her, his tone reflective of him stating the obvious. "The words I spoke cannot be directly translated into our standard language."

Padmé gulped her toes suddenly becoming very interesting, she wasn't sure how to feel. It almost seemed unreal that he could do something like that. She remained still as he advanced towards her slowly. She was stunned as his hands gripped the sides, effortlessly wrapping around her thin waist to knead the flesh roughly. Vader's eyes leered over her body as a sensual groan left his throat before he crushed his lips against hers.

Pushing her back into the bedroom, she was frazzled by his sudden roughness as he tossed her onto the bed. Immediately he was on top of her, taking her again. A struggled cry left her lips as he plunged into her warmth, obviously he wasn't completely satisfied with his slow movements earlier. His right arm snaked under her back pulling her up to him as his other gripped the headboard. Their erotic moans and groans filled the quite air of the room as he thrusted into her desperately. They stayed that way until they both found release once again.

Wrapping her arm around one of the pillows, Padmé pulled her knees up slightly. Her flushed cheeks welcomed the coolness of the pillow, relaxation consoling her body. But Force, she probably looked a mess- it would take her hours to get all the tangles out of her curls. Her skin felt ravaged. Pushing the thought of maintenance aside, she smiled blissfully, feeling his lips peck her shoulder before Vader left the bed. Her eyes peered to see him wonder into his closet before returning a few moments later with a black silk robe covering his body.

Dimmed warm lights eased on within the room as Vader made his way towards the balcony. Padmé bit her lip, finally being able to truly take in the sight of him. In the warm lighting, the area of his chest in which the robe left exposed was glistening with sweat, his hair was tousled and overall he looked more than satisfied. A deep blush heated her cheeks as she stretched her legs against the surface of the comforter before maneuvering onto her stomach to pull her right knee up slightly. Padmé could hardly accept what she must look like, every inch of her fair skin on full display draped atop a black comforter. She couldn't believe she didn't feel embarrassed, quite opposite she felt warm, comfortable, and pleasantly satisfied just as Vader looked. There was no denying that she'd had sex before but never had any man made her feel utterly complete and content like he did. It was impossible not to feel lust towards someone like him, his muscles…his size, she blushed with a tiny squeak before burying her face into the pillows. Force, she felt like a common school girl acting only on raging hormones.

The soft sweeping sound of the glass door to the balcony caught the woman's attention.

She shivered as the brisk air touched her skin, but she welcomed the chill- her body was way too hot anyway. Curling tighter against the pillow, her eyes fluttered closed once again as a small smile pulled at the edges of her lips; a symbol of being completely satisfied.

After a few more minutes of the frigid air, she felt herself getting cold- a true shiver rolling down her spine as she clung to the covers. Her sleepy eyes drew open again only to be met by an empty room. Confusion swept into Padmé's mind as to why Vader hadn't returned yet. Sitting herself up right, the entire lower part of her body protested. Her legs were shaky, lower abdomen- exhausted, and she was extraordinarily sore. Noticing his silhouette on the balcony, Vader was standing turned away with his forearms leaning against the banister gazing out over Coruscant. She pursed her lips, raking a hand through her tangled hair as she contemplated going to him.

Something within her felt his emotions, his rampant thoughts. She wanted him to come to her, come to bed and sleep. Peering over the bed, eyeing the sea of black clothing, Padmé crawled to grab his cloak from the ground.

Once adequately wrapping herself in the soft fabric, Padmé made her way onto the balcony. The cold breeze nipped at her cheeks and feet immediately, making her partially regret the decision of coming outside. Instinctually, she bit her lip as Vader's head slightly turned towards her with a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I could get used to you looking like that," he smiled warmly snaking an arm around her waist pulling her close. She rolled her eyes playfully as he locked her between his arms and the balustrade. Padmé shut her eyes resting back against the warmth of his chest, it was interesting how he could stay so warm- it was actually unusually cold for Coruscant standards.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered into her hair, his arms wrapping around her gently.

"How are you so warm?" She shivered snuggling into his touch.

"Usually I'm actually quite cold, but your presence warms me," he chuckled pecking her cheek.

Padmé lightly smiled at his words, turning in his arms gripping the fabric of his robe. Standing on her tippy toes, she gently placed a small innocent kiss on his lips. A light smile formed across her face as his arms tightened a bit more around her pulling her closer. She felt… happy, safe, comforted by him- she knew she shouldn't be but she couldn't deny the feelings anymore.

Slowly, he pulled away as he hand went to brush the curls that wondered astray back behind her ear, "You look tired," he frowned as his finger brushed down her cheekbone.

"Then come to bed with me," she cooed reaching for his blond locks to trail a finger against a hair that had come out of place. Within a second, he whisked her off the ground carrying her back inside. Using the Force, he pulled back the covers before gently nestling her into the bed. "You know this thing is actually really soft," she giggled snuggling into his cloak as he moved the sheets over her body.

"I'm glad," he hummed before she felt him crawl into bed beside her, swiftly pulling her back against his chest as his right arm draped around her possessively.

Once they were settled in bed the lights dimmed off as shades began to shield them from the city lights of Coruscant and presumably the sun in the morning. Her eyes fluttered closed and as she felt herself drifting off into a blissful sleep she could have sworn she heard Vader speak.

"Finally, you are mine."

A/N: This hasn't been edited, I really wanted to rewrite this chapter (again…) but I honestly didn't know how without rewriting the entirety of it… so against my better nature I decided to leave it be. Looking forward to more direct plot the next few chapters :D!