Darth Romance

Focus? Focus was unattainable. You swallowed thickly, the words of the conversation bleeding into the background noise because your mind traveled elsewhere. Daring a glance up at the dominating presence— he pivoted his head in your direction curiously. Your bashfulness refused to meet his gaze. Eyes straight out ahead of you and you heard him continue relaying instructions to the Stormtrooper.

Your lips pressed together, biting them when a familiar throb shot up your core. Lord Vader had some idea how you were feeling, but he ignored it. The brute couldn’t be bothered by the way your thoughts drifted, recalling the events that had transpired just moments before you two exited his chambers, moments before this guard approached him. Standing at Darth Vader’s side made you feel small, insignificant, unnoticeable. Though, there are those who would say differently. To think, this Stormtrooper had no idea what exactly your lord just did to you. It thrilled you to no end; it caught your breath in your throat; and it sent yet another chill down your spine. You must be so obvious. Not just to Lord Vader and his uncanny ability to read you like a book, but to everyone in the vicinity as well. Your cheeks were red hot. Your hair must be a mess. It was his fault for tangling his fingers in it. The sounds the two of you made surfaced in your head, what he said to you, the feeling of suddenly being filled after so much ache. All of this was too much to bear, and it had to go somewhere.

Again, you glanced at the sith, but this time he did not return your gaze. It granted you the freedom to linger, trailing your view down his blank mask, mouthpiece you’ve kissed. The column of his neck, down his broad chest and indicators, his seas of black robes, heavy boots that thundered when he prowled through the halls. Traveling back up his dark figure, it reminded you just how large he was. Any room he was in, he commanded. The grand center of attention. Terrifyingly beautiful, in the same ways a beast was in the moonlight when you were safely hidden from its deadly sights. Your eyes followed his finger as it pointed accusingly toward the Trooper. He was taken aback from the motion, as if it was penalizing to be at the end of it. Vader loomed, words from his mask blended into rumbles when it fell on your ears. It made you blink your wide curious eyes at him, finding yourself wishing to be the one scolded. He had to know what you were thinking about. How was he not as distracted as you? Much to your dismay, it only added to your pleasure. That you were so afflicted, yet the very member who brought you to your intense finish was unaffected, as if it was merely another afternoon. That talented finger which led you to give yourself to him before this Stormtrooper ever took his attention away from you. Your trained gaze followed his finger, and then to that hand which came up to the small of your back, giving you a gentle push to lead you away once the Trooper had exited. In your dream-like state, direction was appreciated, and you obeyed blindly. Greedy as you were for another rendezvous in his bed chambers, you knew even if you didn’t receive it, you’d do anything he asked of you right now. A willing servant to his every whim. Some might call you imbecilic to ever bow down to the Enforcer, but how could you refuse when he was just so… enforcing? You couldn’t tear your gaze from the side of his black helmet as he led you, this time he took verbal notice. “My sweet, you must be aware I can sense your desire?” he questioned, his voice low as to not attract unwanted spies. He strode, his cape billowing behind him. Disappointment bloomed in your chest when his hand dropped to his side, no longer in contact with you.

“You hid it remarkably well.” you replied, unimpressed.

“I thought it pleased you when we played pretend.” That dry humor made you bow your head to veil your guilty smile. Your silence was an answer, and he continued. “Were you clouding my senses with lust in hopes to satisfy yourself again? You’ve had enough.” His words were so derisive, you crossed your arms, hanging your head away from him childishly.

“I can’t control my thoughts.” You disagreed with him. Miraculously, you were sure you could take more. It wasn’t fair for him to decide for you what was enough. When you had left his chambers with him earlier, you were undoubtedly satisfied. It was the fact you were so easy to rile up when you analyzed the secrecy. Concealing your relationship with the most powerful sith in the galaxy, only served to consume your heart and your core with fiery desire. To look at someone and know that mere seconds before, your lord had brought you to tears while buried deep inside of you.

“How defiant you are today, little one. Should I warn you again what craving punishment will get you?” Once more your traitorous longing wrapped it’s tendrils around your mind, plaguing you by sharing your private feelings with the man next to you.

“Oh, curse you.” you relented, tossing the statement at him convictionless. You imagined him smiling underneath his mask in victory, which only served to exacerbate your temperament.

To be reminded constantly how much Darth Vader truly affected you was exhausting, considering how often you were called to his side. It was rare you went anywhere without him. Speculative talk from the staff of this particular starship traveled fast, and you’ve heard the whispers through the grapevine. A popular theory was that you were a recorder, and documented the daily dealings of Lord Vader meant to report back to the Emperor. Not only were you to detail the Enforcer, but the crew members as well. Those who believed this rumor were on their best behavior when you roamed the halls unattended. Your lesser favored theory was that you were his concubine. This one was mostly a joke, since no one has seen Vader without his suit, they doubted there was anything worth showing underneath. Oh, how wrong they were.. It was meant to be a demeaning jest, one you detested deeply. Not because you didn’t respect concubines, but because the purpose of the rumor was to jab at you. As if you had no real worth on board or to Lord Vader as a seemingly jobless woman. Harsh criticism coming from those who were green with jealousy. You delighted in the idea they spread your promiscuous nickname because they hated the special treatment you received from their cold leader.

However, comparing you to a concubine wasn’t so far off, much to your chagrin. Those using it as an insult were so short-sighted, if they’d used a little more brain power to ponder it, perhaps they’d finally figure it out. By choice, you truly were Vader’s lover.

“You have a lot on your mind today.” The sith’s voice cut you from your mind’s tight tethers, his fingers gliding against a holo-pad where his gaze remained. He had read into your suspicious lack of conversation.

“Can you blame me?” you huffed, turning so you could lean your back against the stand he was facing. You pivoted your head to look at him as you spoke, crossing your arms and legs. “I’m surprised you’re so chatty after the unspeakable things we did earlier.” You exaggerated the word, the corner of your lips curling. The way they looped in your head periodically, your core reminiscing the feeling of him inside of you by giving you a taste every time you imagined what he felt like. That ache shooting through you like lightning.

On his way to the control system on your other side, he stopped in front of you. His blank gaze from his lifeless mask bore into you. Unable to look away, you obediently met that gaze, eyebrows briefly upturning in a pleading countenance he appreciated. Grazing his gloved palm against your cheek, his fingers brushed your hair behind your ear. A tender action that caused you to chew your bottom lip. It was quiet besides your breaths. When his hand continued its path, tangling in the hair at the back of your head, tugging it down. Tingles traveled down your spine, mouth falling open to emit a sinful sigh. “Would you like to relive it?” His voice quivered. You recognized that he was recalling his and your actions in his private chambers as well.

You reached out for him, clutching onto the hems of his cape, leaning him into you, looming over you like a dark tower. Something came over you when he was near. Intoxicating you with his overpowering presence. It embarrassed you how quick you were to submit when he was the one demanding it from you. The Sith Lord was displeased with how long you took to answer him, and his grip tightened, stinging your scalp. You whimpered this time. “Already?” you breathed, a smile tugging at your lips from toying with him, “You’re so greedy, my love,” He angled your head with a growl.

“You say that when I can smell your desperation come off you in waves.” Your brows knit together, knees weakening, hands gripping his robe until you felt your own nails dig into your palms.

“My lord,” you scolded playfully. “Stop teasing me.”

Your prayer for more was heard, and your lord’s other hand wrapped around your throat, leaning you down until your back pressed against the slanted control panel. Raising your knee up his side, you tucked him in between your legs. Your hair was released, his hand splaying behind him to force the doors of this room to lock. “If your desire is to be broken, pet, so be it.” His sharp words cut through you, enticing you further to melt under his intensity. His cape cascaded over the two of you, as if to veil you from the outside world. Your touch trailed up, sliding against what you knew to be his skin underneath his armor. His firm biceps flexed under your palms as he settled you against the surface, fixing you there with his thigh in between your legs, fit snug against your wet heat. You gasped, instinctively resting your hands on the top of his thigh for balance, feeling his warm flesh through his clothes, readying to ride it. The motion had pressed your tits together between your arms, and your lord took generous notice of how they practically spilled out of your shirt. Vader’s hand unlatched from your throat, fingertips tracing your defined collarbones before his palm engulfed your breast, kneading it roughly.

“Gentle.” you commanded, involuntarily. It surprised you and you met his gaze for his reaction, as if you were able to read his thoughts through a mask. Cruelly, he pinched your hardened nipple, his other arm slipping around your waist to arch you into him. You winced.

“You belong to me, and I’ll do what I want with you.” Your hands crept up, brushing his indicators as you settled on his broad chest. Hovering over you, it was like he swallowed you up, “For that is what you wanted.” consuming your every thought and desire. That included, sensing your defiance when told who owned you. Your distaste for it was comparable to being accused of being his concubine by his subordinates. “Ah,” he mused as he discovered your inkling of disobedience. Your hands on his chest nudged him, shying away from him as his hand squeezed your breast so the flesh popped out in between his fingers. “you disagree.” he observed aloud.

“No, my lord,” You told him what he wanted to hear, so he’d touch you. Defile you. That’s what you needed.

“Don’t lie to me, pet,” he spat the nickname, and you wiggled your hips, searching for friction against your throbbing core. “You forget you cannot hide anything from me.”

Finally, you conceded, meeting his visor, “I belong to no one. Not even to you,” He felt your truth, and it ignited a competitive trait within him. It fueled you, smirking at him watching him slow his movements. “You seem displeased to hear that, handsome.” you called him that not out of endearment, but because you believed it would worsen his mood. Your lord had no patience for disrespect.

“Let’s see if you feel that way after I’m finished.” His purr thrilled you to no end, shooting straight down to your pussy. More steadily, you rolled against his thigh. As it built within you, you felt the air thicken. Whether from your hot breath, or the force gathering around the two of you. His arm around your waist, pulled you to your feet, sliding your damp sex down onto his thigh in the process. The wheal where his flesh and his metal leg connected, swiped against you, and you practically ruffled like a bird. “Prove your loyalty.” Confused as to what he demanded from you, you looked at him expectantly. However, it soon clicked when he pushed you to your knees, the cold tile meeting them firmly. “Put that gifted tongue to use, little one. Don’t make me wait.” Like you were trained, your mouth watered at the order, eager hands sliding up the meat of his thighs, tracing his codpiece, finding the release trigger like you’ve done so many times before. With a hiss of air, it detached, and clattered onto your lap, slipping off when you raised to your knees. It was only a few slips of fabric that separated you from what you craved the most, and when he was freed he stood at attention. He refused to speak of his past, how he ended up in his suit and his situation. What you knew is that he lost his limbs, replaced by machinery. What wasn’t replaced with mech, was man. His cock was, in a word, captivating. Causing that sensation of anticipation to rise in your belly. It was long, and thick, and has bullied its way into you more than you could count. It’s lost its function, of course, but that only made it easier to cum deep inside you over and over again without worry. You moistened your lips, readying to take him, and when he was done waiting, his hand came to the back of your head, directing your mouth exactly where he wanted it. His swollen head barely fit inside without grazing your canines. As soon as it had found its home, deep inside your mouth, poking at the back of your throat, you moaned. When he rocked, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It gave you great pleasure to service him. The idea of making him feel so good he can’t speak, to hold power over him with the superior talent of your tongue, had you buzzing with excitement. To steady yourself, your palms came to rest on his thighs, while his hand tangled in your hair. The sting on your scalp was delicious, and the act made you moan again, vibrating his cock within you. You heard his exhale. It curled the corner of your lips in satisfaction. You bobbed your head, his hand following your movement, allowing you to set the pace. His precum and your spit lubricated his venture, sinking into your mouth deeper and deeper. At this angle, he was much too big to fit his entire shaft. To think the complete length would slot into you like a key to a lock later made your sex loosen for him already. You wet from the start, but going down on him soaked you more. His hips bucked, and you made a noise in acknowledgement, he pressed on. His hold on your hair now keeping you in place as he fucked your mouth like a pussy. Your conjoined sounds grew in volume, noticing him harden from your helpless whimpers, the slobber glistening on his cock, and you glancing up at him with wide pleading eyes. Through his voice modulator, his breath quickened, and it spurred you on. Relaxing, you let him do exactly as he pleased, ignoring the ache in your jaw. “Sweet… sweet girl.” he breathed out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while he thrust into you. Your tongue slid around his shaft and slit, just like you knew he loved. “I’m surprised at you, darling, I expected you’d put up more of a fight,” That humor earned him a light punch on his thigh. He chuckled, breathless from your perfect lips wrapped around his cock like you were made for it. “Instead you submit so readily to me.” You hollowed out your cheeks to emphasize his words, and he groaned. His voice was addicting to you, keen on hearing it any chance you could. Especially when he made filthy noises. “Such- a good girl.” he punctuated the praise with sharp thrusts into your mouth, pulling your head forward to meet his hips. As he picked up speed, his other hand came to cup the side of your face, aiding in bobbing your head. Everything was running straight through you to your core, heat pooling, but you refused to touch yourself. You were going to let him take care of you for your hard work. His tip kissed the back of your throat over and over again, forcing you to hold your breath every time it did. You squeezed your eyes shut, recognizing his signs of nearing release. His pants were ragged, hips stuttering, hunching over you as you moved your head less and less, merely pushing you further down his cock and holding you there. Minimal movement to the point where the bulb of your nose was warmed by his stomach. You had to hold your breath longer now, waiting until the last second to nudge his legs to alert him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

He took the hint, yanking you off his length by your hair, and you gasped. A string of saliva connected you to his tip. It caused you to lean in and place a languid open mouthed kiss on his head, lapping at your combined fluids while you met his gaze. The both of you breathing hard, he growled, tugging your head back to remove you from him fully, displeased at you teasing him. “Get cold feet?” you asked, puffing, a lazy grin on your features. You were disappointed he didn’t let you milk him for all he’s worth.

“Hardly.” he responded, unamused. Your tongue ran across your lips, cleaning remnants of him off, and swallowing thickly.

“Do I get a reward?”

He didn’t say anything, instead grabbing hold of your wrists to lift you up off the ground with ease. To him, you were light as a feather, no matter what weighed you down. Brought back to that slanted panel, he directed your body for you, bending you over it. Your hard nipples pressed against the cold metal, causing you to hiss. Pinning you there with his hand on your shoulder, his other came to swipe in between your legs. You were so sensitive you shied away at first, exhaling in relief when he returning his contact, his fingertips rubbing circles into your clit through your clothes while his palm cupped your sex. Vader felt you through him, could feel your pleasure as you received it, and his motions intensified. Massaging you, dipping the tips of his fingers into your hole through your clothes. You gasped, reaching back to halt him. As soon as he saw your chest lift from the panel, his hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck, forcing you down until your cheek kissed the metal. He left your aching pussy, arm rounding you in order to undo your sash at the front. Impatient, he ripped down your pants, and only when properly exposed he returned to relieve you. “I can sense your anticipation, little one,” In other circumstances, he might dangle it over you, make you beg for it, cry for it. However, he was eager to experience the way your tight hole squeezed around him. “Let me prepare you.” The sting of his gloves against such a soft part of you, made you clench your jaw. You enjoyed the pain, your slick aiding his movements. Cruelly, he didn’t wait for you to adjust, instead diving inside for that sweet spot inside you, the one that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth falling open, whining… One curl of one finger created such harmony inside your body, and when he added another finger you moaned. It was an unforgiving pace. Fucking you with two of his fingers until he could fit three, petting your insides while it leaked down his hand. You wiggled your hips, begging for release already, but he was merciless. His grip on the back of your neck squeezed.

“Vader… Vader,” you said, like you were trying to get his attention. Get him to answer you. You canted his name, moans interrupting your sentences, fluttering on his fingers from the pain mixed with pleasure. Your noises were heightening in pitch, signaling to him you were headed straight for your orgasm.

“Before I bless you, wretch, I shall remind you.” You recognized the heat in his words, having been heavily affected by your emotions you knew he could experience alongside you. His use of the Force had to be blasphemous, utilizing it to peer into your innermost thoughts. Your private sensations of pleasure. Your orgasm. “I own you.” There was no strength in you to argue, drool spilling from your parted lips against the panel. He did not sense your denial, and he scoffed. He pushed further into you, practically lifting you onto the tips of your toes with just his fingers fucking you. The pressure and manic pace made you scream, clutching onto the edges of the panel until your knuckles turned white. “So easy to manipulate. To control.” He remembered what you had called yourself one of the times the two of you connected in the past. He decided to mention it now, “A little fuck toy.” he rumbled. You cried out from the jolt of shock it brought you. If there was one thing about your lord, he loved a good ego high. Degrading you, winning you over, meeting your challenge and excelling. There was nothing more compelling than to know you were under his thumb. As he allowed you to near your release, he followed. Hovering over you until you felt his breath on your neck. He longed to kiss you there, to sink his teeth into you.

“Vader!” you shouted, frustration bubbling up inside of you. You deserved to finish.

He laughed at you.

Finally, wrapping his other arm around you, pressing your backside to his erect cock as his hand found your clit, circling it as he maintained his wicked pace. He moaned into your ear from the contact. Then, he relented, “Come for me.”

That did it. His command took over you and that coil in your belly imploded. Screaming, held in place from his hard chest against your back, you squirmed as your orgasm shot through you. You had to squeeze your eyes shut, letting it run through you in waves crashing against a cliff side. This wasn’t occurring to just you, but to the both of you. He fed off your orgasm, experiencing it himself through his power. Tapping into it and consuming it as he laid over you. You could hear his stifled noises, and the crown of his cold helmet rested on your shoulder, contrasting your sweating skin. His motions slowed, working you through your finish. When he felt you fall limp, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you. Moving it out of his way, his cape flourished, his hands fixing onto you.

“Wait, wait,” you began, languid words and body movements, as the beast of a man picked you up to set you and direct your limbs on the control panel. In his suit, Vader was tall. Taller than anyone you had encountered before. As much of a fan as you were, it did harbor some complications. Like if you were bent over in front of him, there’s not a comfortable way for his cock to enter you unless you’re elevated. So here he was, elevating you. The panel was slanted, hence your trepidation, however the sith seemed unbothered. Instead of delaying any longer, his hands on the backs of your thighs prevented you from slipping off. Numerous times his casual strength awed you sexually.

“I’ll not wait.” he said, “Not for a concubine.” Your mouth fell open in disbelief and offense, looking at him over your shoulder from his joke. So he had witnessed what his staff calls you. Under what circumstance, you had no idea, but he knew. And he played into it. His tip prodded at your entrance, and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

“That’s not true, I am not, and you know it.” you insisted, matter of factly, glaring at him for his dry humor striking you at a time like this.

He leaned in, his tip dipping inside of you when he gripped the soft flesh of your thighs and tugged you to him. “Don’t make me laugh, princess,” he growled. That nickname was only ever used when he thought you were being fussy. His bulbous head was enough to strain the rim of your hole, biting your lip when it stung. Your eyebrows knit together pleadingly as he stretched you open. His shaft was substantial. With all the preparation in the galaxy, you didn’t think it would ever not hurt going in. However, the sensation of being filled, completely, to the brim, after you’ve felt so empty, was an opportunity you’d never pass up. Even speeding up the process by pushing yourself back against him. His claws dug into your skin, his metal hand the most noticeable. His villainous nature flared up inside of him at your impatience, the wish to make you regret your choice overtook him, and he sunk into the hilt suddenly. “Is that what you wanted, pet?” he crooned, refusing to let you adjust as he catered to the pace he desired. His spite merely spurred you on, loosening for him to accommodate his size and rocking back. It pleased him greatly. That you responded so well when he degraded you. “Only a concubine would give herself to me so easily. I seek to split you in half and you offer yourself to me.” You keened from his harsh words.

“It’s only because…” you struggled to find the words, his brutish thrusts overwhelming your thoughts. “… only because… it’s hard to say no to you.” you whimpered.

“I admit I like it when you’re feisty.” You smiled lazily, exhaling a single laugh. “It makes it all the more sweeter when I put you back in your place.”

“Like right now?” you question, glancing over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him.

“Is this not where you’re meant to be? Is this not exactly where you beg to be?”

Your mind drifted to before, when you couldn’t stop thinking about what he had done to you, how alluring he was, how you wanted him to do it again. You had begged to be here. To be before him again.

Having been bested, you immaturely insulted him, “Tyrant,” and you heard him chuckle darkly. “Treacherous… tyrant.” You moaned when he snapped his hips up into you, changing the angle in order to ruin your resolve.

“And you desire me for it.”

You cried out, knowing he was right, your tyrant ruthlessly pounding into you as if he was intent on breaking you. With each thrust, your voice punctuated it. Once again, you gripped the edges of the control panel, stamping your cheek against the metal for relief from your rising temperature. Your eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure, letting it roll through you with each drag of his member against your walls. His hands slid from your thighs to your ass, squeezing the flesh until it acted as a handle to bob you up and down on his cock. Your chest fell against the buttons, and when you rocked, you pressed into them over and over again, indenting them into your skin. You let him fuck you senseless, unable to comprehend anything over than him. How was he not exhausted yet? His breathing was ragged, his pace was breakneck. In your discourse, you noticed something odd. The lighting behind your eyelids changed in beat with your conjoined thrusts. You peeled them open, watching some of the lights in the room turning on and off. It was comical, if not for the fact your lover was fucking you into the surface without mercy. Your hand came to splay behind you, attempting to grab his attention, “V, V, what’s g—“ You stopped, the sharp feeling of the buttons digging into your skin led you to your realization. The lights were because of you. Vader was devoid of concern, denying your request to falter. You let him continue, relaxing back into his pace since you had made your discovery.

He rolled into you so fluidly, you forgot he was part robot. Opening your mouth to praise him, to ask him for more, hoping he’d be gracious enough to grant it, when—

“Hello?” Your eyes widened, alerted by the sound of someone else’s voice behind the door Vader had locked. “Hello, is anybody in there?” You shook your head, refusing to believe this was happening. This wasn’t what you wanted— to be found out. Your worried gaze met Vader’s mask, who was cooly fucking into you as if no one had said anything at all. In fact, he moaned. Was he enjoying this? Suddenly you were very aware of how loud it was in here, the lewd noises spilling from your lips, the wet sound of your conjoined bodies. the slap when his hips met the flesh of your ass.

“Vader, Vader,” you whispered, but that only made him go impossibly faster, railing you so you couldn’t fathom words, the lights switching on and off quicker.

“Whoever you are, you should know whatever you’re doing is disturbing the lighting system in the entire sector!”

You gasped. So that’s what they were here for. You gripped the panel, attempting to lift yourself from the buttons so they’d leave you alone. Vader overpowered you. You had a sneaking suspicion he was keeping you from fixing this on purpose. Perhaps it thrilled him. The stranger knocked hard on the door.

“Stop that at once! Or you will be dealt with once this door is opened!”

You highly doubted that. It almost made you chuckle.

“It is against regulation to lock this door in a non-emergency situation!”

The sith lord used one hand to hold you up, his other coming around to play with your clit. The stimulation made you keen, and promptly you covered your mouth with your hand to remind yourself to stay quiet. It was short-lived, because your displeased lover loomed over you to clamp your wrist, twisting your arm behind you, pinned underneath his palm as he continued to hold you up onto the panel. Your theory was confirmed, Vader didn’t care whether he was heard, discovered, seen, he craved the risk, teetering on the edge.

You were nearing your edge. In turn, so was your lover. His hips were stuttering, and all this excitement was getting to him. He rubbed your clit expertly as he moved less and less within you. He was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat. The air thickened around you for a second time, Vader’s instinctual use of the force pressurized the room. He was taking in everything, your pleasure and his own, and he gifted that power to you through his touch, his soul reaching out to yours. You felt it, you felt his gift. Ever since you two had first united as one, this was the experience you shared. Your conjoined pleasure, instead of your individual. It was spiritual, it was sensational, it was other-worldly. It caused him to bend over you, holding you onto the panel by his body laid on top of yours. The crown of his helmet found its home on your shoulder, abdomen curling as he fucked into you. He was no longer in control of his sounds, breathing out your moans together as he prolonged yours and his orgasms for as long as he could. The possibility of someone trying to listen in through the door was rare, and he had to milk it for all it was worth.

He couldn’t wait any longer, and when you called his name, he dissolved. The pressure around you two was released, and so was your orgasm. The pleasure consumed the two of you. No longer separate beings, but combined into one. You cried out, as he spilled himself inside of you, fucking his release into you until he was satisfied. You saw white, and felt him caress you, touching you as you let your orgasm flow through you. You felt your essence drip down your thigh, and the both of you waited to come down from your highs.

The person at the door had brought other crew members. They began reworking the door’s programming on the other side, you could hear them rewiring it.

Flying into action, you moved back, and Vader assisted you. Helping you slip off the panel with an arm around your waist. You pulled up your pants, he forced his codpiece to his hand, replacing it where it belonged, you adjusted your shirt and hair. You heard the door slide open. Quickly, hidden by Vader’s towering figure and his wide cape, you pressed the button for the light, turning them all on fully again. You brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “I appreciate your help, my Lord, otherwise the lighting malfunction never would’ve been resolved.” you told him innocently when you turned to face him. It was an obvious lie. The crew members had to know what just transpired this time. You wrung your hands from your nerves, gaze drifting to the awestruck subordinates hanging on the frame after pulling apart the door with brute force. Vader followed your gaze with his own.

“Lord Vader,” The officer in black said in disbelief, “I apologize, sir. Had I known it was you in here… I never would’ve…” The hue of his cheeks darkening in red made you press your lips together to stifle a chuckle.

“Leave us.” Vader finally spoke. The crew members obeyed, and dispersed. He turned back to you.

It was like you could feel him smiling under his mask. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking.