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(Y/n)'s POV
I was unsure of where Vader had gone, or Anakin, depending on what name I should use. It still confused me because I wondered if he was still truly Anakin. I still felt like myself, (Y/n), just with a lot more confidence, and I wouldn't mind using my lightsaber on a throat if the situation called for it. Either way, I still felt like me—just a little angrier and more powerful. I just didn't feel small and insignificant anymore. In fact, I've never felt more like me than I do now. But does he still feel like Anakin?

When I woke up, he was already gone, leaving behind a note that simply said he would be out for a while. There were no instructions for my day, no hints about where he was going—just a vague promise of his absence.

So, I wandered through the halls, trying to keep myself busy with small tasks to avoid the creeping boredom. There was one place I had always wanted to explore, a place I had only heard stories about from him and the clones—the library.

As I stepped inside, I was struck by its beauty—though it was partly in ruins from the day of the purge, many shelves still stood tall and untouched. The room was empty, not a single clone in sight, and the only sound was the echo of my footsteps as I walked through the shelves and ran my fingers along the dusty remains of the Jedi's history. I cherished the quiet, relished the solitude with my thoughts. It felt so peaceful.

The atmosphere felt eerie though, almost as if the spirits of those who had walked this path before were hovering close, whispering their disapproval of my presence here, with him. Their executioner.

"At least I'm still alive," I mumbled a taunt as I picked up a dusty book and blew off the grime.

'For now.'

With plenty of time on my hands, I grabbed another book, then another, until my arms were full. I made my way to a nearby table and let the stack tumble down. Carefully, I spread them out, wiping off the dust to reveal the titles, thinking about which one I wanted to skim through first.

It seemed like I had spent hours reading the ancient tales of the Jedi, alongside some fascinating texts about the Sith. The Jedi's perspective on their rivals was steeped in disdain, which struck me as ironic coming from a group that preached that hate leads to the dark side.

The Jedi really were a contradictory bunch, weren't they?

As I skimmed through their code, I understood why many opposed it; it was ridiculous. No feelings? No bonds? No families, love, or passion? They might as well have stripped away their very souls, wanting to erase everything that defines a person.

"Idiots." I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the table.

"Yes, they were," a voice replied from in front of me, making me jump in surprise. I gasped and looked up to see my Master standing there, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Didn't mean to startle you," he chuckled. "I thought your training would have helped you sensed me near you. I could've been an enemy."

"In my defense, I didn't feel the need to be on my guard here, you have always told me that I've never been safer than in this palace." I reminded him, "How long have you been watching me?" I asked, taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart.

He shrugged casually. "Just a few minutes." He strolled toward me, his fingers brushing against the table as he moved around to my side. "Learn anything interesting, little padawan?" he inquired, his gaze scanning me from head to toe with a glimmer of desire in his eyes.

I know that look all too well.

"A few," I answered, watching his every move, "Where were you?"

He said, "Errands," and stepped behind me. Just as I was about to turn around to face him, he pushed me forward, making my hips hit the table as he moved my hair from one shoulder to the other. I then felt his nose and lips brush against my neck as he pressed his body into mine. "You smell nice," he spoke softly, placing a kiss there.

I gasped at his cold touch. "What kind of errands?" I asked.

Without stepping back, I felt him reaching into his pocket. He tossed a bottle of pills onto the table in front of me. "Just a few things, and you needed a refill." His voice was low as he began to place gentle kisses on my neck, which soon turned into playful bites that lathered my skin in goosebumps.

I laughed softly. "It's pretty amusing to think of Darth Vader picking up birth control."

"A clone did it," he replied. His fingertips caressing my neck until he reached the front of my jumpsuit, his fingers grabbing the zipper so he could lower it down.

"Here?" I glanced around the room, feeling a flutter of anxiety at the thought of someone walking in and seeing us.

"Yes, here." He slid my jumpsuit down my arms, letting it bundle at my feet. "No one will come in here," he reassured me as I stood there, vulnerable and exposed in just my bra and underwear. "If they do, I'll make sure to cut out their eyes."

His hands found my hips, and he pressed soft kisses along my neck, shoulders, and back. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan, "Yes, Master." This moment felt both unexpected and thrilling, and I didn't want to spoil it by saying anything other than what he wants to hear. Maybe he had a rough day and needed this release, or maybe he just longed for me—missed me.

No, I shouldn't think like that.

He had a rough day.

SMUT

I heard him unfasten his pants, and soon I felt him against me, hard and eager. It hadn't been long since our last intimate encounter, but for him, I know it felt like an eternity. Just a few days, if I recalled correctly.

"Tell me what you learned." He tore my underwear away, his fingers exploring me gently. I gasped as he slid them inside, moving slowly. "Already wet, I see."

I swallowed hard, gripping the table for support. "I learned," I stammered, struggling to find my words as he curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot that made my legs want the crumble beneath me. I would have if his own body wasn't holding me up, "the code."

He hummed softly, withdrawing his fingers only to place them in his mouth. I couldn't see him, but I heard him sucking his fingers, "Recite it for me." I felt him shift closer, wetting the head of his erection against my entrance before he gradually eased himself inside me. We both gasped, and he urged, "I said to recite it." With a firm thrust, he pushed deeper, causing a loud moan to escape my lips, echoing in the space around us.

"There is no emotion, there is peace," I began, my eyes rolling back as I felt him moving in and out. The sensation was incredible; I knew I could never forget how good he felt. He was my escape, my craving, my tranquility. "There is no ignorance, there is knowledge." I gasped as he quickened his rhythm, his body slapping against mine with urgency. I could hear his grunts, his curses, and the way he called my name.

"Don't stop, baby." He bit down on my shoulder and gripped my hip tightly.

My heart raced at the endearment, "There is no passion, there is serenity!" I cried out, my nails digging into the wooden surface beneath me, leaving their mark.

He is my serenity and my passion.

"What boring life would be," He whispered in my ear, never stopping his relentless thrusts inside of me, "Without this passion, don't you agree?"

"Yes," I managed to gasp, my head falling back against him. His hand wrapped around my throat, firm yet gentle enough to let me breathe, sending shivers down my spine.

"Continue." He demanded.

"There is no chaos, there is harmony," I nearly screamed as I felt a tightening building within me and I wanted to finish, god I wanted to release. I felt it sitting there, waiting, beating below, but he was keeping it from me. Keeping me just on the edge, knowing my body was begging for it. Craving it, harmonizing for it.

Suddenly, he withdrew, and a whimper escaped my lips. "Turn around," he instructed, but before I could respond, he had already spun me around, lifted me effortlessly, and set me on the table, pulling me to the edge and entering me again in a heartbeat.

This was my favorite moment—looking into his eyes as he gasped, his mouth slightly open, his breath mingling with mine, a blend of whiskey and mint. Our shared breaths, our moans, the undeniable hunger reflected in our gazes—it was enough to strip away my defenses, to dismantle the walls I had built around my heart, walls I had created to shield myself from him, just as he had asked me to.

What an impossible request that was.

He pressed his forehead against mine, filling the space between us with his warmth. He whispered softly, almost pleading, "Just one more." His grip on my hips tightened as he pulled us closer to that shared peak, "Damn, (y/n). You have no idea what you do to me." I could see it in his furrowed brows, his tight lips, and the flush that crept across his cheeks; he was so close.

"There's no death," I moaned. He bit my lip gently, driving deeper, "There's only the force."

He buried his face in my neck, letting out soft whimpers that echoed like a melody, as if this moment was the best he had ever experienced. It felt like he was savoring every second, every sensation, as if it were both his first and last time.

With one final thrust, I felt the wave of pleasure wash over me, leaving me in a blissful haze. It was as if I was floating, an electric thrill coursing through my body, lifting me to a euphoric high. He reached his peak too, and I felt him pulsing inside me, each release accompanied by a soft moan.

SMUT ENDS

When it was over, we remained in that intimate embrace, catching our breath. His face nestled in my neck, my cheek resting against his hair, I struggled to find my words, "What was," I gasped, barely able to speak, "That for?"

He slowly lifted his head, pressing his forehead to mine, his bright blue eyes locking onto mine. He didn't answer; instead, he took in every detail of my face—my eyes, my nose, my lips—before meeting my gaze again. He raised a hand to my cheek, stroking it gently, "I have a surprise for you." He finally spoke, sidestepping my question.

I frowned, curiosity piqued, "What is it?"

He pulled back slightly, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, "A party, in your honor."

A sinking feeling settled in my chest, as if my heart had been expecting something different, hoping for him to say something else.

"Oh," I managed to say.

He was pulling up his pants now, his gaze fixed on me with a warmth that could melt ice faster than the sun, "You seem disappointed."

"No," I quickly said, dressing myself as well, ignoring the fact that he was still dripping from me, "I'm just confused is all, why do I need a party?" I zipped up my jumpsuit just as he stepped closer.

He gently held my face, "To celebrate you, surely you realize you deserve to be celebrated."

I swallowed hard, my heart racing in my chest. Each thump echoed the same words, teasing me relentlessly for something I have yet to admit to myself.

You broke the rule.

You broke the rule.

You broke the rule.

A crush is what I keep telling myself this is, but my heart knows better. It knows what I'm denying.

Before I could respond, he kissed me, soft and lingering longer than I expected. He ran his fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots and turning my legs to jelly once more, "Come with me, I have outfits for you to pick from." He released me, and I fought to hide the lingering disappointment.

"Yes Master." I followed behind him. My heart still beating a hundred beats a minute.