by Tam Chronin
 

I stood at the window to my room, wondering what he meant.  Tomorrow at dinner time was just too cryptic.  It was almost dinner time and--
 
There was a knock at my door.  As I opened it a friend of mine was there with an amazed expression on her face.  "A small aircar is here for you...the driver said only that you have a date with a secret admirer.  Do you know who it is?"  She was bubbling over with excitement.
 
"I have an idea...I think it might be someone I met at a party the other night.  You know, the one all the guys were at..."
 
"How did you get in?  I heard the only women invited are clients."
 
"I crashed it."  I grinned at the memory.
 
"Oh!  You naughty girl.  So, do you think you could get back there and maybe get me in...?"
 
I just laughed.  "Get your own dates.  Trust me, it would be cheaper that way.  Or, if you want to go that way, you could always just walk in.  The owner is a really nice lady, I think you'd like her."  She looked like she was going to say more, but I cut her off.  "Go stall the driver while I rush to get ready.  I don't want to be late."
 
She smiled and ran off to do what I asked.  I hopped in the sonic shower real quick and put on my nicest robes...not much else fit me lately and the dress from the other night still needed washing.  I wasn't sure my robes were appropriate to the occasion, but I didn't have much of a choice.  I tied my hair up in a plain braid and wrapped it around my head in a pretty but simple fashion.  I was practiced with it, so it didn't take very long.  I practically ran out of my room, eager to leave.
 
The ride was uneventful, but when we arrived I was awed.  I had heard of the castle Vader had built recently, but I had never expected to see it.  It was large and impressive, a show of his power on a planet where space was at a premium.  As I walked in and saw how spacious the foyer alone was I felt humbled--and envious.
 
"Welcome, Tam.  Your dinner awaits," Vader greeted me, walking with me to show me the way to the elaborate dining room.  The food was the best I had ever had, even when I was protecting Senator Rees's family.  Everything was beautiful, simply perfect.  There were even fresh flowers around the room, flowers that were hard to find on a planet covered with the city that choked any accidental natural growth.
 
"Is all this for me?"
 
"Yes, I wanted to show you what you mean to me."
 
"What I mean to you?"  I was suddenly confused.  "I couldn't mean that much...we just met...we hardly know each other."  Could he really care about me the way I already cared about him?
 
"I have my reasons..."  I don't know how I knew, but I could tell he was amused at how flustered I was.
 
I shook my head, knowing I didn't want to go on with this line of conversation.  I pushed away from the table, looking disinterestedly at my dessert. Vader immediately stood and offered me his hand.  Without hesitation I took it, thrilling at the feel.  With his other hand he brushed my face, compelling me to look in to his eyes.
 
I fell into the black depths of the darkness his mask showed.  Expressionless, unchanging, and yet somehow alive.  Yes, it almost seemed that the mask had a life of its own.  ::Who are you really?  Who lives behind that mask?::
 
::If you saw me without this mask you would be disgusted.::  His mental tone was both wistful and amused.
 
::That horror is only skin deep.::
 
"No.  It's much deeper than that," he said as he turned away.  A hint of the physical and spiritual pain seeped through his shields.
 
"Your own master did this to you?  How could--"
 
He held up his hand for me to stop and I suddenly felt insensitive for bringing up such a painful topic.  Silence fell over us for a time, then without turning he said, "Follow me."
 
He led the way to the center of the castle where a beautiful garden was carefully maintained.  The walls mostly shielded it from the light of the surrounding city, but the starlight shone like I had never seen it here on Coruscant.  A fine mist was falling on the plants, and the little light that did make it here seemed to gather on the beads of moisture that collected on the leaves.  The scent was moist and sweet from the many flowers that grew here.  I had never seen so many plants on Coruscant in my entire life, I was struck dumb by awe of it all.
 
Vader finally spoke up behind me.  "Before I was taken here when I was young I had never seen so many plants either.  It wasn't until I went to Naboo the first time that I saw the wonder of it all.  That is why I had this garden made."
 
I had the feeling that there was more to it than that, but I didn't want to pry.  "I'm impressed."  I breathed.
 
He showed me to a small area covered with small green plants--I searched my memory for what it was called--oh yeah, grass.  He gallantly removed his cloak and invited me to sit down on it.  The grass offered a strange cushion that felt sensual amidst all the rest of the greenery.  Vader knelt before me, prompting me to lean back.  He reached forward and cupped one of my breasts, then began to slide my robe and tunics off my shoulders.
 
I had longed for this moment since the party, dreamed of nothing else.  A low moan came from deep within me as I surrendered to the sensation.  My eyes slid closed as his hand finally settled on my bare flesh.

His blue eyes were burning into mine.  ::Were your eyes really that blue?::
 
::Oh yes.::  He chuckled confidently.  ::I have no need to exaggerate the image I'm showing you.::
 
I moaned again as I felt his mouth upon my breast, teasing my nipple first with his tongue, then with gentle nips of his teeth.  I knew it wasn't real, I knew it was a trick of the Force, but...
 
I felt him deftly remove my belt and then slip my tunics completely off.  He paused for a moment and I opened my eyes.  He was looking at my lightsaber and I could feel his curiosity.  This time I chuckled.  "I got a little creative in some elements of the design."
 
"Indeed."  He seemed impressed and then set it aside.  I then smiled and slipped out of the rest of my clothes.  I couldn't believe how eager I was, but I knew I wanted him to possess me and I wasn't going to play around about it.  And this time I didn't have a Sith potion to blame...just a Sith--and my own run-away feelings.
 
His hand drifted to the slight swell of my pregnant belly, fascination and melancholy mixing with lust as he did.  With impatience he removed his gloves and felt me with his hands.
 
"No, only one hand is real," he admitted absently as he searched through the Force for the baby's presence.  I gasped at the intimate touch, feeling his mind touch the baby's in a gentle caress.  "Your daughter has many trials ahead of her..."
 
How could he be looking at me, naked, and only think of the baby within me?  It would have been touching, but I wanted him touching me, not her.  Then I remembered the emotion I had seen from him that first time and suddenly understood his fascination.  "I'll bet no one has seen this side of you in a long time."
 
That snapped him out of it.  ::Not since my wife left me.::  Now he was lost in the past, still not where I wanted his mind stuck.  I frowned for a moment, trying to think of a way to make both of us feel better.
 
I reached for his belt in a sudden burst of daring.  Quickly I had his pants undone and pulled out his large organ.  With a glance up I made sure I had his complete attention and then I wrapped my hand around the base of his member and began licking the tip.  They were quick licks at first, then I wrapped my lips around the head and began moving up and down as I felt the pleasure coming from him in waves.
 
I don't know how he found the concentration to do it, but he used the Force to caress my pussy with well honed skill.  I was absorbed by the sensation as he concentrated on my clit, gently at first, then rough and urgent as we both grew closer to orgasm.  I quickened my pace on him, somehow finding it within myself to relax my throat enough to take him all the way in.  I felt an echo of how it felt for him and I could feel myself begin to tip over the edge.  We both went faster and faster until, linked, we came at the same time.  His hot seed pumped into my mouth, salty and acidic, but not unpleasantly so.  I swallowed, sucking to try to get every drop, and I felt him shudder at the motion.
 
We were silent for a moment as we recovered from the experience.  We laid down beside each other on his cape and I closed my eyes in thought.
 
::You will be my apprentice.::  His mental image was gazing at me with studied seriousness.  ::I must have you.::
 
I held my breath, feeling the fear of the implications.  I was already moving down that path, but I still couldn't face it full on.  He understood.  I almost wished he hadn't so I could have fought against him and maybe broken free.  I shook my head and fought tears.
 
I felt his hands on me, comforting me and pulling me against him.  He let down my hair with gentle motions and ran his fingers through.  I could tell how he loved the feel of it, long and silky, as he suddenly grabbed a handful and held me in place as imaginary lips crushed my real ones.  I almost cried out in longing for his real mouth to be against mine, but I knew that couldn't be.  The frustration of the situation fed both of us to a new wave of lust and he pulled me on top of him.
 
While my eyes were closed he had taken off his boots and pants, exposing the flesh and prosthetics underneath.  I looked for only a moment and then I closed my eyes and positioned myself on his manhood.  I was so wet he just slid right in, filling me totally.  I gasped at the sensation; I hadn't prepared myself for being so suddenly and easily filled.  I clenched my vaginal muscles and began to rock against him.  With a little experimentation I found the perfect spot, the perfect angle, and felt myself reach almost the point of orgasm.  Vader reached a hand up to my pubis and pushed his thumb between us.  He hit my clit and rubbed hard, bringing me easily over the edge.  I screamed from the pleasure, heard my voice echo around the garden as a testament to my pleasure.
 
His hands were then on my hips, guiding me and prompting me to keep going.  I came again, quickly, and it was stronger this time...then again and again, harder and faster, rocking my world as I had never felt before.  He finally sat up, clutching me to him, and I swear we both just exploded from the pleasure. I passed out against him, tucked in to the crook of his arm, and promptly forgot about the rest of the universe.

 
to be continued...
 

 
"You do not even know if we are sexually compatible--"
"The hell I don't.  I can see fingers and a tongue from here;
     anything else is gravy."
Mary Callahan to Mickey Finn
--The Blacksmith's Tale  by Spider Robinson