Gasp! An update! Yes, I have FINALLY found a tiny bit of time to actually write something! Surprising, since I have like 5 assignments due literally one after another (why did I think more school was a good idea?). Hope this chapter was worth the wait! I plan for it to get even steamier from here on out.

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Chapter 7

Her fingers ran over his scarred head with such gentle affection, and almost lovingly as he felt her sigh under him. He felt sated, and the steady beat of her heart and the way her body seemed to melt under him, it seemed so was she. Vader dug his fingers into the dirt under them, feeling utterly betrayed by his body. With shaking arms, he forced himself up onto his hands, his brow knitted in confusion. What had he done? Why had he done it? No answer came to him as he took in the flush of her cheeks and a light sheen of perspiration that coated her brow and her neck before meeting her gaze. Her eyes shined with curiosity and a feeling he couldn't quite place. He felt her hand leave his head and gently touch his face, her fingers traced the deep scar over his cheek and his eyes closed as his jaw clenched from the light touch that almost burned like the flames of Mustafar. Her fingers followed the scars on his face in curiosity and he let her. He could feel something stir inside of him, something foreign and utterly painful, yet freeing. He felt it surface with every touch, and despite his instinct telling him to stop her, he didn't. He let her touch him where he would allow no one else to even see. Her fingers made their way to his lips where they lingered, tracing where he could still taste her. Forcing his eyes open, he watched her, watched as her eyes traced over his monstrous appearance with fascination rather than dread or fear. His eyes locked on her lips and without even thinking, he leaned down and pressed their lips together again. She kissed him back, sighing into him as their lips moved lazily against one another.

"We shouldn't be doing this," He said, willing himself to roll off of her to put some distance between them.

"I know," She sighed, her eyes closing as she ran a hand through her tousled hair.

Vader couldn't help but stare at her naked body fully exposed before him. His jaw fell open slightly as he traced her shape with his eyes. Brown patches of dirt covered her sides, her hips and, her back, and small red bruises were slowly forming on her neck. Her puckered nipples were practically glowing from the light shining down on her from the canopy above, her entire body cast in the radiant glow of the sun. He felt himself harden and with a low growl he reached down between his legs to squeeze his length hard trying to stop his body from acting out again. Padme didn't miss the action, and as if to help him with his problem, she set about righting herself, pulling her pants up and closing her tunic as best she could. But it didn't help. All he could see was her smooth skin, the puckered rose peaks of her breasts, the sensual curve of her waist… all around him, he could still smell her, feel her warm body pressed against him, further exciting him beyond his control. He growled as he gave his cock a harsh twist, hoping the pain would make this preposterous thing end. He could feel her eyes watching him and an unfamiliar heat rose to his cheeks as he let out a huff and tugged his pants back on, struggling slightly to contain his erect member before sitting down on the forest floor once more.

The silence between them was tense, neither of them fully knowing what to do or say yet despite how they both knew they should walk away, they didn't. Vader was too wrapped up in self-loathing for what they had done to move, and Padme felt a keen curiosity for the Sith in front of her. Right now he didn't seem like the ruthless Darth Vader who was the scourge of the Empire, he reminded her more of a caged beast, abused by its master and confused by an unexpected change in environment.

"I never really thought about sex when I was younger," She said, "At least until the purges."

Vader's brow knit in confusion as he glanced up at her, "What?"

She gave a shrug as she pulled her knees to her chest, "Before I found the Rebellion, I thought I was alone. My battalion turned on me, I felt the death of hundreds of Jedi within only a few hours… I'd never felt so alone."

"Is there a reason you're telling me this?"

"Not really," She said, "What happened just… got me thinking."

He scoffed as he leaned back and rested on his forearms. "Thinking about the fall of a dated and useless order?"

"The Jedi aren't perfect," She said, "I know that. But they raised me. So forgive me for being sentimental." Padme sighed before glancing up at the canopy above them. "Anyways, in the time before I joined the Rebellion, I did a little… experimenting."

His lips curled into an amused smile as he chuckled, "A Jedi with a kink… how… unexpected."

"Laugh if you want," She said with a roll of her eyes, "But at that point, I was looking for anything to distract me from the reality of what you did," She said.

Her words shut him up quickly. Whenever he thought back to that night, he can't remember feeling anything but anger, hate, and pride at how he and his master had exploited the Jedi's arrogance. Why then had her words hurt him? Why now, was he feeling… shame for what he had done?

"Those were the worst years of my life," She said. "Always on the run, shying away at every stormtrooper I saw… taking what comfort I could when I could, but… always afraid they'd find out what I am and turn me in for a reward." Padme took a shaking breath as she spoke, "I was foolish my first time. I thought he loved me but… I was naive and vulnerable. He took advantage of it."

Tears filled her eyes at her painful recollection and Vader found himself turning away. "I'm sorry," He said, unsure why he was apologizing as he had never felt the need to before.

"It doesn't matter. At least for a little while, I could forget." Padme sighed as she let her eyes close. "Right now… I feel… conflicted," She said. "I… I hated you. You were the reason I joined the Rebellion. They promised an end to the Empire. An end to you and your master… and yet, here we are," her arms gestured wide in emphasis on the irony of the situation. "Sitting here in the aftermath of some twisted carnal pleasure…"

"I'm not any more happy about the situation than you are," He countered.

"Really? Take a look down and tell me you aren't happy."

Vader let out a growl, not needing to look down as shifted uncomfortably. "What is the point you're trying to prove?" He grumbled.

"My point is that I feel the same way," She said. "Maybe it's just been too long since the last time for me, or maybe it's some aphrodisiac in the air of this strange place." She sighed as she moved closer to him, "My point is, we don't know how long we'll be here. But until then… why don't we just… forget?"

His brow furrowed as he thought about what she was suggesting. Was she really offering what he thought she was? Surely not. And yet, somehow that was exactly what was happening.

Padme bit her lip as she leaned into him, gently easing him back until she sat straddling his waist. "So long as we're here… we're not a Jedi or a Sith. We're just… us."

Her hands trailed along his torso as they slowly leaned closer towards one another and he found himself nodding along as she explained her idea to him. The rewards were too tempting to consider turning down, and as they came to the mutual agreement, their lips touched as their arms constricted around each other and began to undress once more as they submitted to… whatever this was. He couldn't deny the intense feeling her lips triggered in him. His pulse echoed loudly in his ears as he felt her hands begin to trail lower and lower down his torso until she made swift contact with the hard bulge in his pants.

He groaned as she cupped him, stroking him through the material and teasing him further. Vader leaned back onto his forearms and watched his with mild curiosity as she tugged his pants open, freeing his cock for her to admire. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she drew light circles over the mushroomed head. A shaking breath fled his lips as his eyes rolled back, far too excited to watch her much longer. He felt like he could burst any minute. In all of his previous intimacies, none of them had affected him like this. Then again, he never let anyone take control like her— most were probably too afraid to anyway.

"Vader…" She whispered, calling him to open his eyes to her and he immediately regretted it as she licked a broad stripe up the pulsing underside of his cock.

"Force…" He hissed, throwing his head back as his hips bucked. Padme hummed as she licked him again, and again, before taking him in her mouth. Her mouth was much more talented than he thought. She knew so many ways to utilize her voice and tongue to drive him mad. Vader tilted his head to look at her, and watched as she bobbed over him. Reaching down, he wove, her hair through his fingers, pulling it back so that he could watch her face with rapture. Her eyes met his and it sent a thrilling chill down his spine as an almost animalistic lust captured him.

With a tortured sounding growl, he grabbed at her hips and spun her around so that her backside was by his head. He tore at the fabric of her pants, not enough to completely damage them, but enough that the waistband popped and a pant leg snagged on a twig. Neither paid it much mind though, as her legs were freed from the containing clothes and he pulled her until her hips straddled his face. Without warning, he leaned into her, once more tasting her on his lips. He wasn't surprised to see how wet she was for him and he sucked at her clit like it was the last drop of water in a desert.

Padme stopped in her ministrations at the sudden onslaught from him at the other end. Her eyes rolled back as she gripped at his leg, "Vader… oh! Vader! Yes!" Her hips rocked eagerly against his mouth. No one had ever pleased her this way like this way he did. No one came relatively close to the near-obsessive way he devoured her and she was only happy to return the favor. It was difficult for both of them to give pleasure while receiving so much… but somehow they managed. Vader held her hips close to his face with one hand, while his other wove through her hair and gave encouraging pets as his hips rocked into her face. He was close. He could feel his climax just out of reach and he knew she wasn't far behind. His grip on her hip tightened as he thrust his tongue inside her, swirling it as he shoved his cock farther down her throat. He felt her choke on him a moment before she seemed to relax and almost welcome the rough and demanding way he fucked her throat.

With closed eyes, he inhaled sharply as sparks shot down his spine and he split himself down her throat. It was glorious! His hips raised off the ground and Padme grunted in surprise as she swallowed everything he gave her, all the while, he pleasured her through his climax until one carefully placed flick of his tongue had her walls clenching tightly as her hips shook uncontrollably and her wetness flooded out of her which Vader eagerly drank up until the euphoria passed and they were little more than a lump of sated flesh.

Her mouth released his softening member and her head lolled to the side, coming to rest on his thigh. Her legs relaxed around his head as he placed a tender kiss to the inside of her thigh. "That was… wow…" She panted, finding the strength to roll onto her side so that she could glance down at the other end and see him. Their chests rose and fell in exhaustion as they recovered once again.

Vader picked his head up and watched her, his eyes raking over her feminine figure laid out on display just for him. He forced himself to sit up, groaning from the soreness he felt aching through his muscles and feeling a pop in his spine. Padme followed suit, her hand resting on his thigh and the other gracefully splayed across the dip of her waist. He couldn't help but lean closer to her and press his lips to hers in a chaste kiss that was far sweeter than he'd ever given before. Desire still hung in the air between them. How was it possible he still wanted her? Vader cupped her cheek as he kissed her again, gently coaxing her mouth open and twining his tongue with hers. When he pulled back, their lips remained tethered together by a thin string of dribble which he flicked his tongue out to collect, his lips curling into a smile as her eyes watched the erotic gesture before he said in a hungry growl, "Let me know when you're ready to go again."