A/N: Where does the time go? A year already? Damn, I didn't realize it was that long, but I was having a hard time writing out what a full day for Emperor Skywalker/Vader would be like, after all, the Empire isn't yet a year old and this Empire is different than that of canon, yet similar in other ways. Therefore, I decided just to mostly do a recap, I didn't want to keep you all waiting any longer than I already have, while I kept trying to figure it out.

Hope you enjoy!

The Emperor: Chapter Three

Its been a long fucking day, but it's finally almost over. I just have one more meeting to go and then I can get upstairs to my lovely wife to get back to celebrating the news that's been weighing on my mind ever since this morning.

Fatherhood.

Fuck. I've never even allowed myself to think of having children with Padmé, it was honestly something I never thought of having. She was always more than enough for me, and anyone that truly knows me would agree that I'm selfish. I don't like to share what's mine. It may be a result of my early childhood being a slave or it may even be my teachings as a Sith Lord that we're driven by our emotions, our dark emotions and driven by greed, to take what we want.

It may even be both.

But I'm not the same boy I was as a slave, and I'm not the same boy I was growing up as a Sith Apprentice...I'm a man, my own man and I'm not going to allow my teachings or the history of the Sith to dictate my present and my future.

Padmé is my present and my future and now my twins are too.

And strangely enough, I'm quite looking forward to welcoming our twin angels into the galaxy- our galaxy.

I'm just not sure I'm cut out to be a father. What do I know about kids? I just know they're loud, obnoxious, cry all the time, need to be changed quite regularly and need a lot of attention. And there's no way in Sith's hell I'm lowering myself to ever change a diap-

"Your Majesty?" My senior-most aide, Kinman Doriana chirps over the holocomm saving me from my own mind. "Grand Moff Tarkin has arrived."

I've never been happier than now to be meeting with this boring man. "Send him in."

He enters a moment later, looking like he's walking out of the Imperial Armed Forces recruitment video himself, his uniform clean, crisp and as sharp as a vibroblade. "Your Majesty," he bows at the waist.

I nod to him. "Grand Moff Tarkin, take a seat." He sits across from me on the other side of my desk and focuses all of his attention on me. "I've been informed you've had a pressing issue to discuss with me."

And that's not something I like to hear coming from a man like him. He's not one to waste my time or come to my office at the end of the business day to discuss anything other than something serious.

"I've come with a request that will help me more quickly stomp out any last resistance in the Outer Rims Territories." He hands me a datapad and I get right to work reading the report he brought me.

Its his plan for- as he said, stomping out any last resistance in the Outer Rim- and he wasn't kidding. He's planning on putting his Doctrine right to work, except he's planning on using some force to instill fear on other planets and criminal organizations that should have them surrendering in fear of him using these same tactics in their systems- or worse.

I knew there was a reason why I made him my Empire's first (and currently, only) Grand Moff. "Its a good plan...I just have one problem." A major problem, in order to make his plan work, he's requesting a ten percent increase across the board in military forces.

The thing is, this is a young Empire, not even a year old yet. We're still rebuilding from the devastation of the Clone Wars and we're expanding at an exponential rate. I don't even have enough forces to protect my Empire as is, never mind handing him over more stormtroopers, more soldiers, and more Naval resources.

Star Destroyers don't exactly grow on trees, after all.

Grand Moff Tarkin being the military man he once was and still sometimes is can obviously see where I'm hung up. "If you can give me those numbers I requested, I can have the whole Outer Rim Territories under our- your boot in less than six months."

Nice save, Tarkin. He may be the Grand Moff out there and in charge of keeping order and administering the territory but there's no mistaking that this Empire belongs to two people and two people only.

Myself and my Empress.

Soon enough it'll be four people, because our twins will be our heirs, but the Empire will always stay in the family and always belong to us.

Make no mistake about that.

"Six months?" Sith Lords rule by fear, almost like Tarkin's Doctine, except we're fueled by fear and fear makes us stronger in the Force. "Fine. But if the Outer Rim Territories aren't under my heel in six months from this very second, you will be."

My eyes are their golden red and I can feel the Grand Moff's fear lurking under his stony veneer. But he's good at hiding it, I'll give him that.

"Dismissed."

He stands and bows at the waist again, then leaves my office without a single glance back. I smile once the door closes and mentally pat myself on the back. That man tends to get under my skin, but he's useful and I'm not one who wastes a valuable resource.

So long as he's useful and loyal to the Imperial cause- to me, and to my wife I'll allow him to administer the Outer Rim as he so chooses...so long as he doesn't cross the line and try to undermine my authority or try to usurp my power.

He should know though that it isn't easy to kill a Sith Lord. He worked alongside the Jedi during the Clone Wars and as much as he despised them, much to my enjoyment, he knew they were powerful.

And yet, I was responsible for their ultimate destruction. Even going so far as leading the 501st Legion into the Temple myself after killing the Jedi Masters that sought my destruction and slaughtered every single Jedi inside...even the younglings.

I'm not into brainwashing the young like the Jedi were, like my old Master was. I want those under my command, as an apprentice or a servant, to be fully aware of what they're doing. I don't want to have to hold their hand and guide them, I want them to be able to stand on their own two feet.

I want them to choose their allegiance and if its me then I'll hone their potential and lead them down the path but it has to be their choice.

I won't do to anyone what my Master or slavers ever did to me, and on that note...I stand and leave my office behind letting Doriana know that I'm done for the day and that I'm not to be disturbed. I have to head upstairs to see my wife and continue where we left off this morning.

I'm looking forward to bringing my fantasy- my vision from this morning, to life. My Royal Guardsmen follow closely behind me, my strides only getting faster and longer with every step I take.

But they manage to keep up, and don't even step on their scarlet robes or drop their Force-pikes, the pikes even manage to stay on their right shoulders.

Impressive, most impressive, if I may say so myself.

We reach the elevator and ride it up to our suite, I seek out Padmé's presence in the Force as I ride up like a man dying of thirst and once the doors open, I hone in on her glowing, radiant presence and sneak up on her from behind.

Wrapping my arms around her slender form from behind, I catch her mouth with mine as she turns her head and swallow down her gasp of surprise and steal under the hem of her dress shirt, untucking it and feeling her warm, smooth flesh underneath.

We're in the dining room, the last place we really talked this morning and this'll suit my fantasy just fine. I did think of bending her over a table, and this one's perfect. "Evening, my Angel," I whisper against her lips, between breaths, then my lips are back on hers and my tongue steals its way between her parted lips to find home.

The angelic scent of her wraps around me like the dark side of the Force and I engulf myself inside its hold as I let myself become intoxicated on the drug that is Padmé.

More potent than spice, and the side effects are sexual arousal and a dick that is sure to be hard for as long as I'm around her.

If I have it my way, it'd be forever and she's a drug I'd never want to give up.

How could I when she's everything I never knew I needed? Everything I never knew I wanted. She brings out the best of me, but only she and a few other select individuals ever get to see that side of me. She also brings out an appetite in me that can never be sated.

Now I know how Darth Nihilus must've felt.

She moans into my mouth and grinds her fine ass back against my dick that's trying to break free from its confines. I growl low in my throat, she smiles against my lips and raises her hands over her head to capture some of my short hair in her grip.

I buck my hips against her ass and push her right up against the wooden table and push her down over its cool, wooden surface with my abdomen and chest holding her little body down under my much larger and stronger one. I slide my hands down her body and unsnap and unzip her skirt and begin pushing it down. It falls down her long legs and I slide her matching satin laced panties down next.

She's soaking wet- and I mean soaking wet, when I graze her folds with two of my fingers. Her clit is swollen and throbbing, I graze it with my thumb and trace light, gentle patterns over it. I let her mouth and tongue go from mine and lean back just enough to get rid of her suit jacket, dress shirt and bra.

Now she's naked under me, her heels already off and I'm still fully clothed. I have to rectify that and do, untying my boots with the Force and kicking them off my feet, ripping my socks off with the Force, unsnapping my armorweave cape and letting it fall to the floor and begin shrugging out of my loose formfitting garments and tossing them to the floor and then pushing down my pants until I'm as equally nude as my wife.

"What are your waiting for?" Padmé moans, I smirk and continue teasing her sex with my fingers and thumb. "I think I'm ready..."

I love when she's just as impatient as I am. "Don't worry, wife, you'll like what I have in store for you..." so I might not be a naughty student, but I am a naughty husband and grab her ponytail in my free hand, wrap it around my hand and give it a little tug.

"Ooh!" She moans at the same time I grind my hips against her bare ass. My dick is leaking precome all over her ass and lower back and is begging to be inside her. I can't wait any longer either, I pull back from her body only for a second and thrust into her, deep and hard.

"Fuck!" I curse as the feeling of being inside my wife's heat, wraps around me and nearly brings me to my knees with its encompassing pleasure. I've never felt better or more alive than when I was either using the Force, or when I was as deep inside my wife's pussy as I am now. "Like that?"

I can't even move for a long minute, it's more than obvious that I like this, and this just feels too fucking amazing, especially after the long day I had. Padmé tries to squirm under me, a soft moan escapes her in answer to my question but I'm running the show, calling the shots right now and remind her of that by using my greater strength to hold her body prisoner under mine and tugging on her hair hard enough to get her head to the perfect angle for me to lean down and capture her lips back in mine.

Our kiss is hard, rough, passionate and I even nip at her lips. She gets the message and submits to my will, but I'm not stupid. I know she'll get even with me and I can't wait for her to turn all Sith on me. She may lack the Force that I have under my command but she's not as small, innocent or weak as she looks.

My wife could have even the hardest and most fearful military commanders on their knees before her begging for forgiveness with just a scathing look she's mastered over the years.

Her most severe expressions could put mine to shame and whereas I have the Force to reinforce my emotions, she has this air about her that is just as potent and effective.

Her putting people back in their place is something that could literally make me come. I love seeing her go all dark like me, and I'm hoping for something like that tonight.

But that'll have to wait.

Because right now, she's all mine.

Able to move again, I pull out of her heat until only the head of my dick is inside her and I thrust right back in. I nip at her lips some more, before soothing any pain with my lips and tongue and surging my tongue back inside her mouth. At the same time, I'm finding a slow, lazy rhythm, sliding in and out of the netherworld of the Force that is her pussy.

I planned on taking her hard and fast, but plans change and I'm planning on torturing us both. I do just that, but pick up the pace every few minutes. One hand is still wrapped around her ponytail, the other would normally find a breast to latch onto but her breasts aren't accessible right now, so I let it play with her pussy, as my dick- slick in precome and her arousal easily slides in and out of the netherworld, my hand grazes her sex, my thumb tracing light circles over her swollen clit.

She feels ready to come all over me, I can feel her body tightening, her walls getting tighter around my dick, the muscles contracting and I decide to put her out of her misery because I'm getting close too.

Really close.

In three quick forceful pumps of my hips we're both coming, she's screaming my name on a strangled cry, I'm riding out my pleasure with a low moan.

Stang, that was better than my fantasy. It's always better, because she's real and she's mine- all mine.

When we're both done coming, I slide out of her, unwrap my hand from around her silky soft hair and stop playing with her beautiful pussy. I stand back up to my full height and let her get back on her feet, once she does, I twirl her around and wrap her up in my arms and bring my lips down to hers for the real kiss I've been waiting for.

The welcome home kiss, as I like to call it. And she doesn't disappoint, I smile down at her after and give her behind a firm squeeze before I wrap an arm around her and look up at the chrono. "Let's go take a quick shower to clean up, then we have to go downstairs to the medcenter for that appointment with the OB."

It was the first thing I had Doriana do when I arrived at my office this morning. He doesn't know that it's an appointment to confirm what I already know: that she's pregnant with twins and that they're extremely healthy. I can feel it and trust me, I'd know if something was wrong. But I don't have any real knowledge when it comes to pregnant women or what to expect during the pregnancy.

The OB should be able to answer any and all of our questions, help guide us through the pregnancy and provide us material to help us prepare for the eventual birth of our twins. Even knowing that it's months away, I can't even deny that I'm scared.

And that's not something that I admit lightly, even if I admit that only to myself. I never thought I would even make a good husband, but I've proven myself wrong. It's probably easy because its Padmé that's my wife, the one and only true love of my life, but these are children.

Children that will need their parents to love them, care for them, support them and teach them. I have no doubt Padmé will master being a mother, she's a loving and caring woman- and she puts up with me. If she can handle me, she can easily handle our children.

Even if they're our children- half of her and half of me.

Everything she does though, she makes it look easy. I'm just not so sure I'm cut out to be half the parent my own mother was, half the parent I know my wife will be.

Padmé tugs on my hand and interlaces her fingers with mine. I look into her eyes and see the love she has for me shining in her big brown orbs. "Are we going to take that shower, or-"

I cut her off with a blistering hot kiss that I can feel all the way down to my toes, and they actually curl. That's only ever happened twice before, and that was our first kiss and our wedding. It shocks the Sith hell out of me. "Wow." I say, looking down at my wife with what's probably a stunned expression. "Yeah, let's go take that shower- and make it a cold one or we'll be late for our appointment."

Not that it'll really matter, I think to myself, because when you're the Emperor, things as minor as scheduling a doctor's appointment is as easy as snapping my fingers. And am I really thinking about this- now?

No I'm fucking not. I tug my wife closer to me and sweep her legs out from under her, she wraps her right arm around my neck and settles into my embrace as we make our way upstairs on the elevator, naked in front of our Guards without shame and then through the master suite to our ensuite refresher and I tap away at the monitor to start the shower on cold.

Not like the cold water will have any effect on me or my wife with the heat traveling through my body and down to my groin, I doubt Padmé's beautiful body is any different. Nope, I have a feeling that even the cold water will be steaming hot with us under it.

I step into the shower with Padmé still in my arms and we settle under the water. Finally, I set her down on her feet and try not to get distracted as I lather her up in soap from head to toe and every crook and cranny in-between, leaving no centimeter of skin untouched.

Then she does the same to me and she enjoys it way too much, and so do I, but when she drops to her knees and runs her soaped up hands ever so slowly over my balls and up and down my quickly growing length...yeah, things don't go as planned and the water streaming down on us is just as I imagined- steaming.

"Padmé," I say in a tone that would send most people running far far away, but only has Padmé's eyes darkening in lust. "If you don't do something about that," I nod down to my raging boner, "then you better believe that I will."

By lifting you back up onto your feet, turning you around and pushing you against the shower wall and then by driving into your sweet pussy from behind-

Either she can read my thoughts or see something in my eyes, because she rinses me off and then, licks the dark pink- red head of my dick and I feel electricity jolt through my body. Her small hand wraps around my aching dick and she slides it up and down my length as she continues to lather the head of my dick up in her saliva.

"Fuck," I curse under my breath as she continues to slowly torture me. I told you can she can go all Sith on me when she wants too, and this is her going all Sith on me.

And I love it.

I love her.

Her mouth comes to finally wrap itself around my dick and she continues to slowly torture me with her tongue, lips and hand and my balls ache with the come slowly building inside them. "Padmé," I moan, begging for her to help me out here and put me out of my misery.

Her eyes slide up to mine and I lose it- I explode into her mouth without warning and she drinks it all down without complaint or hesitation. She loves swallowing down every drop of my come, like I do hers and I'd be lying if I said that didn't turn me on.

It does and once I come back to myself, I return the favor. I lift her to her feet and push her back against the shower wall and drop to my knees and spread her thighs to get to the sweet treasure that I know is in-between.

Her hands curl into my short hair as I nuzzle her short dark curls and lick the pink clit that's throbbing and swollen in need. I wrap my lips around the sensitive flesh and suck on it gently at first, and then more fervently, sticking two fingers in the sweet netherworld of her wetness and I give her the best I got from down here on my knees.

It doesn't take long for her legs to start shaking, her hands tightening in my hair, her muscles tensing and her shouts getting louder and louder until she's shuddering in release and giving me a mouthful of my favorite drink- her.

I lick her pussy until she's as dry as Tatooine during midday before giving her a satisfied smile and standing back to my feet. I'm feeling a lot better now that I'm back with her and am more than sexually satisfied, at least for the moment.

"Let's clean up and get ready," I suggest. Padmé nods in agreement and we clean each other, up, down and all around until all we smell is the shurra scented soap that we scrubbed each other in- again.

Last thing we need is for anyone to know what we do behind closed doors. That's our business and ours alone. Nobody elses.

We step out and get dressed in casual clothes and make our way down to the medcenter. Our Royal Guardsmen clear the way for us and keep the corridors and turbolifts clear, even the lobby of the Palace's medcenter is clear, and we're directed back to an exam room.

In no time, a doctor joins us and looks more than a little shocked to be standing before us. Her face is red, one of her hands is shaking and she seems at a loss for words.

Always the diplomat, Padmé speaks up to try to ease her mind. "Doctor," she nods, her voice soothing and calm, "I'm pregnant and would like for you to give me a prenatal exam."

If the doc was shocked before, then I don't know how to describe what she looks like now. Her jaw nearly snaps in two, her eyes are round and large, her datapad drops to the floor and she gasps.

"Doctor, perhaps we should reschedule?" My annoyed tone snaps her out of her state and she shakes her head.

"Now is fine." The doctor squeaks, picking up her datapad and walking over to a seat on the opposite side of the reclining medical chair that Padmé's sitting down in. "I'm sorry, Your Majesties, I wasn't told that you'd be my patients, just that it was a VIP patient and that could be anything from an Admiral to a Moff, Grand Moff and even a Senator. I certainly never expected it to be the Empress and Emperor-" her face goes red again after her babbling and she looks down at her datapad.

"Padmé is pregnant with twins, we'd just like to confirm they're in excellent health and would like to know what to expect. I'm certain you'd be able to help us there and can answer any question we have."

"Of-of course, Your Majesty." The Doctor says. "Who was your last OB/GYN?"

I let Padmé answer the doctor's questions as the doctor rattles them off and writes down all of Padmé's answers in her datapad. None of the questions or answers surprise me, in fact, none of them do and she says nothing that I didn't already know.

Her last period was just over five weeks ago, she's never late and never has been. She had no gynecological complications in the past, and doesn't take any medications or take anything she shouldn't. Except now she can't drink wine anymore, which I know won't really bother her but that means I can't drink any either, which is fine by me.

The doc continues to rattle off more questions regarding family medical histories on her side and then on mine and I stumble on mine. I only have a mother, never had a father and as far as I know I don't have any issues on my side to speak of. Though, I guess now I'll have to ask mom next time I see her to know for sure.

Huh. That's curious, I really don't know anything about my side of the family. Only that mom was a slave and was before I was born, I don't know how it came about though. Was she born into slavery too? Or was she abducted or even...sold into slavery?

As confused as I feel on the inside and curious, I manage not to show it on the outside. I answer the questions without emotion, and she doesn't even question me anymore than she has too. Smart woman.

Then the questions are back on Padmé. When the questioning is over, the doctor takes some blood from her and runs some tests. Then leaves us alone for the time being, telling us that she'll be back in just a few moments.

"Everything okay, Ani?" I look up into my Angel's beautiful brown eyes in question and realize that I'm crushing her small hand in mine. I ease up on it and sigh. I didn't even realize I was holding her hand.

I nod. "Yeah, I'm fine." She doesn't buy it, and that doesn't surprise me. People may not question me or even think about questioning me, but my wife is a different story altogether. Unlike me being unable to see right through her, she can see right through me, like I'm an open datacard. I run an agitated hand through my hair before answering her. "Some of those questions just hit me hard, is all. Since I was sold by a slaver to a Sith Lord, I never realized that I didn't know my own family's history. I never even asked my mother anything about her own childhood or life before me...because...because I didn't really want to know."

That's not exactly true. As fearless and sure of myself as I may appear to be, on the outside, I'm not that way on the inside. I'm just good at hiding my turmoil of emotions...at least from people that don't know me as well as my wife.

"I can understand that," Padmé says, squeezing my hand in comfort. "You were forcibly taken from your mother at the tender age of five and didn't see her again until only a couple of years ago. You're strong though, your mother is too, and that's where you get your strength from-"

I shake my head, violently. "That's where you're wrong, so very wrong. As a boy, you're right. I was strong and brave for her, I could take a beating from Watto and not cry or make any noise, but now? I only live for you, you're my strength. Padmé, you and these precious little ones growing inside you are what gives me my strength, my power." My other hand finds her still flat belly and I marvel at how two little beings that you can't even see yet, can be so powerful in the Force.

"Ani," Padmé croaks. I look up into her eyes again to see her eyes red, some tears sliding down her face. "You're my strength too," she squeezes my hand again.

The doctor chooses this moment to return. "Okay, I'm back." She pauses, noticing us and looks between us in question.

Padmé shakes her head. "I'm just hormonal, Doctor." She lies, but that's none of the doctor's concern, and if the doctor knows she's lying, she doesn't say anything.

"Okay," the doc says and then slides back into her chair. "Your results should be in soon. I put a rush on them. In the meantime, I'd like to do a pelvic exam, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." Padmé kicks her feet up in the stirrups and spreads her legs apart. I wasn't expecting this but it's okay. It's a woman doctor doing the exam, not a man. But that doesn't stop me from brushing my mind against hers, tracking her thoughts to make sure they're nothing but professional.

And all throughout the pelvic exam, they are. It's over almost as quickly as it began, I guess Padmé was expecting this which is why she wore a floral dress- and get this, without panties on underneath! I'm sure the woman is trying to kill me. Then the doctor's datapad makes a sound and the results from the exams are in. "Everything checks out." The doctor says scanning her datapad. "And everything looks good, you're definitely pregnant. Though, at this stage I can't say with any certainty that you're actually pregnant with twins-"

"No, but I can, Doctor." I cut in. "The Force is more accurate than any of your tests and can do things that science can't. Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. Padmé is pregnant with twins, believe it."

Padmé tugs on my hand and gives me an amused look. "Continue, Doctor."

And continue she does. Reading the rest of the results which all confirm what we already know. She's pregnant and she's healthy, and I'll make sure she remains that way.

Just as we're about to leave, I remember this morning and how I found out about her being pregnant and ask the doctor if there's anything she can prescribe that'll help Padmé's morning sickness. The doctor prescribes Padmé some medication, including some prenatal vitamins and gives her a list of do's and don't's. We also schedule our next appointment for two weeks from now giving the 'high risk' nature of her pregnancy, the doctor apparently took me on my word that she is pregnant with twins and every woman pregnant with two or more children are considered to be high risk.

She also bores us in more talk about what to expect and I lose all interest in the conversation until it's time to go. We finally leave- after I pull the doctor aside to make sure we can still have sex, and we can, she said it's perfectly safe to do and then we head right back up to our residence just in time to eat dinner.

We eat in peace and go over what we learned at our appointment and just as I'm planning on what I'm going to do with Padmé tonight, I feel a presence approaching and smile in grim pleasure.

The Apprentice has returned.