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Mission Undercover

by Djuva and Red

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: um, some random sex. Vader/OFC, Jix/OFC.

Thanks: to saphsaq, for comments and critique; Kasiopea, for comments and pretty pics; and Maia, for thorough beta reading.

Note: Wrenga Jixton ("Jix") is Vader's secret agent and assassin from the comic "Star Wars: Shadow Stalker". As Vader says, he is an embarrassment, but he enjoys the Dark Lord's complete trust.

Chapter 1

"According to my sources the target is currently located on Imperial Center. So you won't have to make a long trip."

Jix gave the Dark Lord a wry smile. "Good!" Why didn’t Vader just send in some stormtroopers to get that rebel spy? Somehow he had the nagging feeling that this was going to be one of these pointless missions which he usually got when he'd done something wrong. He thought hard on what that could have been. Maybe that business back on Deyer?

"Jix," Vader interrupted his thoughts, sounding slightly more exasperated than usual. "I gave you a mission. Why are you still here?"

"Sure. Don't mind me. I'm already out of the door, so to speak." Retreating from the Dark Lord's office, the Corellian was in a foul mood. Great. This was no mission, this was an insult. Stroll into the underground and flush a rebel out? Well, the good thing was that he would have the rest of the day off, if he did this right. Capture the rebel first, but get him to Vader only much later. Jix smiled smugly to himself. Yeah. That sounded like fun.

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At the same time, a few buildings away, a similar conversation was taking place.

"Hey, Red!"

Turning around, the blonde woman frowned at the man standing in the door to his office. "What's up?"

"Got an assignment for you," her boss, Intiman Crowen, explained. "Reconnaissance. Cap says someone ought to check it out before he sends troopers in."

"What is it?" she asked, her interest piqued, and went over to follow him into the office.

"Supposedly rebel activity. A spy or something. Delicate thing, since he's hiding somewhere in the District."

Her eyebrows rose slightly. The District was the nickname for the level of the Coruscant underground where one could get the cheapest, low class entertainment. Only thugs and pirates went there. "Why me?"

"Hey," he grinned at her openly. "Good-looking girl won't raise much suspicion down there."

She gritted her teeth in a quiet hiss. This was not what she had bargained for when she had taken on the position of liaison for Intelligence. But better than some jobs she'd had, she thought glumly. "I see. Any more you can tell me?"

"A few facts. The guy's supposedly called Djuva, but there's no visuals, only receipts, transmissions and what not. Ask around, get a feel for the place. If you make contact, call the Cap. This is high-level, Red. You'd better make a good job of it."

"No need to remind me," she breathed and rose quickly. High-level meant trouble, and she had no desire to go explain herself to tall, mean and ugly. Although... Grinning inwardly she nodded at the man and left. There was something about the Dark Lord, something that she couldn't get out of her mind ever since she'd met him on Deyer; but hey, she wasn't suicidal. So she would just do her job and keep on dreaming.

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The District was as loud and noisy as he had expected, but Jix felt right at home. Wearing a huge smile on his face, he walked the dirt-smeared concrete between the different establishments and enjoyed the atmosphere. The only clue he had was a transmission which had been intercepted a few days back. Chances were that the place had only served as temporary shelter, but it was a lead. So he sauntered into the dark, hot Twi'lek bar named 'Ghyssa', and took a look around. Immediately his right hand fell down to cover his blaster. This was a nasty crowd.

Fighting his way over to the bar, Jix kept his eyes open for any suspicious customers, but there was no one in sight who might have been a rebel. His eyes grazed over the girl dancing on the stage by chance, and he stopped, frowning. What was a human doing in a Twi'lek bar?

"What can I do for you, sir?"

Turning his head Jix gave the droid bartender a cool nod. "Corellian brand."

"Whiskey, sir?"

Jix snorted. "Who d'ya take me for, mate, some sort of Senate district snob? Nope, good ol' brandy for me - neat - make it double." Since Vader would pay he might as well make the most of it. Accepting the well-filled glass of amber liquid, Jix inhaled the brandy’s fumes deeply and smiled. Not bad at all. He took a sip and placed the glass on the bar top. "Hey!"

The bartender leaned toward him again. "Sir?"

"Who's the girl?" the agent asked casually and pointed a thumb toward the stage.

"Vanessa," the droid replied. "Arrangements can be made with the major-domo."

"Ah. Sure. Thanks." Looking over his shoulder Jix studied the girl more closely. She wasn't tall, rather the opposite, petite, with a waist he could easily have circled with both hands. Dancing to the wailing tune of some popular song, probably straight from the clubs a few levels up, she gyrated her hips quite seductively. Apparently the crowd appreciated her performance, judging from the hoots and whistles.

"Barkeeper, where can I find the major-domo?"

"Booth 4, sir."

"Thanks."

Emptying the glass of brandy in one go, Jix shook himself and whirled around to get more information on the dancer. But he was stopped short by a blonde woman with short curls and an easy smile.

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?" she asked in a husky voice. Jix smiled.

"Actually, yes, but I might reconsider..."

She laughed in delight, then hooked an arm around his and dragged him off to a single, unoccupied booth. Jix noted that it was number 10 and probably a long way from 4. Damn. He had to get rid of her soon.

"What twist of fate has brought such a pretty guy so low?" she asked sweetly, and leaned toward him, exposing a lot of cleavage.

"Actually, the sign outside."

She laughed again. "It's a Twi'lek bar."

"Attractive women, the Twi'lek. So, what brings you here?"

"Attractive men," she replied, raising her eyebrows meaningfully.

"What's your name?"

"Red."

Jix gave her a surprised look. "Why Red?"

Smiling slowly she reached out to trace the length of his jaw. "Because I have a reputation to keep."

"Ah." He got it. "Nice. I should warn you though. It takes a lot to make me blush."

***

Red shook her head slowly. When she had first entered the bar he had caught her attention immediately. The way he moved was not the way a man moved when he was out for entertainment. The question was, was he who she was looking for? He could be a bounty hunter out for a kill, or a bodyguard — but no, that was too far-fetched. If he was either, he would not waste any time with her. But then, would a rebel spy?

One of the servant girls brought them a couple of drinks, unasked for, but undoubtedly expensive. Taking a sip, Red twirled her fingers around the edge of the glass. But Jix kept looking toward the stage. Following his gaze, she noticed the girl who was nearing the end of her performance. A human? In a Twi'lek bar? Hit by sudden realization, Red wanted very much to excuse herself and try to go backstage. Glancing over at the Corellian, she noticed a strange look in his eyes, as if he had been thinking the same she had. The music died and a round of thundering applause and approving howls shook the bar's ceiling.

"Well," he said. "It was nice. Gotta go."

Red smiled faintly. "Yeah. Sure. See you around."

Once he had left, not without a regretful smile, she noted, Red scooted out of the booth and methodically worked her way to where she thought the backstage entrance must be. As expected, a hulking Gammorean was standing guard there, but apparently he only had orders to stop unauthorized male guests from entering. Dressed in her flimsy disguise, Red easily passed as one of the serving or dancing girls and went past the boar with a sweet smile.

Once inside the backstage area, she stopped, trying to orient herself. The music was muffled to a more agreeable level back here, and it was a bit cooler. But in the mass of scantily clad female bodies Red had a hard time finding the one she sought. Damn the girl for being so short. Some of the dancers gave her queer looks, but Red did not mind. Trying to look as if she knew where she was going she completely missed the elderly Twi'lek bearing down on her.

"What are you doing here?"

Red's brain short-circuited. "Djuva asked for me," she said hastily and nearly bit her tongue. Damn! She might as well have said she was an Imperial Intelligence agent.

The Twi'lek seemed startled. "Djuva? Oh, you mean Vanessa. She sent for you?" Frowning deeply the Twi'lek grabbed Red's arm and dragged her after him. "Vanessa!"

Looking up from where she was standing half-dressed and bare-chested, the human girl scowled at him. "What is it now?"

"Girl says you sent for her. Do you have another one of your unexplained headaches? I need not remind you that there's another performance waiting for you."

The girl studied her coldly, then smiled. "I know. I asked her to take over for me. She's really good, I assure you."

Red kept her face impassive. What had the Twi'lek meant beforehand? That this girl sometimes went out during work-hours without saying where? Highly suspicious. But the girl's move confirmed her suspicions. Now she only had to get her somewhere quiet with no witnesses and—

When the Twi'lek did not react at first, the girl said a bit urgently: "I told you I needed this night off."

"No, you did not. My mind is not that far gone yet," the Twi'lek snarled.

"Some more of Cora Blue might do," Vanessa returned icily, naming a cheap drug that was fairly commonplace in the District.

The Twi'lek slapped her face hard. "Get out of here."

"With the greatest pleasure," Vanessa hissed and grabbed a tight-fitting bodysuit. Yet her green eyes never left Red's face.

"You," the Twi'lek rounded on Red. "You can take her job. You are here for a job, aren't you?"

"I— er." Shit! She should have acted earlier!

"Come on, get dressed. We don't have much time."

As she was hustled away, Red threw a last look in Vanessa's direction and saw her smirk at her with an all too knowing smile.

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"Walk with me, my friend. I wish to hear more on this affair on Deyer."

Vader fell in with Palpatine's short, frail steps, keeping one step behind him, as befitted an apprentice, waiting for the Emperor's questions uneasily. For some reason Palpatine never seemed to tire talking about Deyer. Why? Did he suspect something? Vader made sure to present a smooth, well-shielded, disinterested aura.

"A small thing, really," he said coolly. "They did not get far with their plans. Governor Mosaric apparently stood in alliance with some rebel forces there, and used them to compromise the production of several electronic ship-parts producers. Clever work, not even detectable, if we hadn't known where to look."

"Yes, yes," the Emperor mused. "Greed can be a powerful ally. Or a powerful enemy. The Governor was behind it all, you say?"

"Yes, my Master."

"Ah, yes. The poor man!" Palpatine cackled in mock pity. "Had he succeeded, Deyer-Mosaric Skyworks Inc. would have got an exclusive contract, and the entire fleet would have depended on them! Mosaric would be a very rich and powerful man now, would he not? And that with the help of those pitiful rebels! Imagine, to lose all that!" He rubbed his hands in glee.

"Had he succeeded, my Master, the death toll in the navy would be enormous. Those electronic parts were used in the ship's cooling and life support systems." Vader kept his tone low and deferential, but he could not successfully hide his heated emotions from the master. Palpatine turned, raising a mocking eyebrow.

"And what's your personal interest in that, Vader?"

If the Sith apprentice noticed the degradation from "friend" to a mere clipped, icy "Vader", he gave no indication. "I'd prefer they gave their lives for something useful, Master. Something that serves our goals."

"Ah, always the idealist. You are forgetting, though, that they would still have served our cause if we had painted them as martyrs."

Vader shrugged his powerful shoulders, not entirely in agreement, but still nodding contritely. "Yes, Master."

"But there was more, was there not? I hear you found something there. Brought back something."

"An agent, my Master. I thought I might have further use of her here," Vader admitted with reluctance.

"Who in that Force-forsaken rock might possibly be that good as to warrant so much attention from you?"

The Dark Lord allowed himself a tiny smirk behind his mask. Initially his own reaction had been more or less the same as Palpatine's: he hadn't really expected 'capable, efficient, flexible, excellent with weapons, superb memorization skills, experienced,' in Deyerian terms to correspond to his own standards. Moreover, although he did not think he had any species or gender prejudices, unlike his master, the fact that the agent now attached to the local security forces and code-named "Red" was a rosy-cheeked, dimpled blonde with an easy, naive smile, had surprised the Dark Lord a bit.

Vader had mulled over the woman more than once. Yes, she was good enough as an agent, but the Dark Lord could feel more from her. There had been a ... curiosity, and interest ... directed at himself. Interesting, certainly interesting enough to warrant further research. Unbidden, an image of their first face-to-face meeting rose in his memories. It had happened due to accidental mismanagement. Entering the rooms he had been allotted for his field office, giving only half an ear to what his aide was babbling beside him — "...the agent is using it now, it'll only be a minute, my Lord. I am very sorry. There really was no other..." — and stopped in his tracks, seeing someone in the tiny "anteroom": very naked, and very obviously female.

The woman turned, and for a long moment they stared at each other. Despite his somewhat reclusive nature and despite what rumors said of him, the Dark Lord was man enough to be slightly stirred by that enticing body. Finally he had gathered himself together. "Agent "Red", I presume?"

"Yes, Lord Vader. Um, Captain said I could change here. I'm sorry..."

"Proceed." He had nodded and backed out again, feeling undue satisfaction at the pretty blush of embarrassment on her, as she had vacated the room a few moments later.

***

Coming out of his reverie, he looked straight down at the Emperor's face, who was staring at him mockingly, one eyebrow raised.

"You seem distracted, my lord."

Biting his lip, Vader sketched a deferential bow. "I hope I have not given my master reason to doubt my commitment."

The Emperor's mouth twitched, but he merely turned away and continued his evening walk. After a moment, the dark apprentice followed him.

"Vader."

"My master?"

"I will not interfere with your private amusements — as long as they do not interfere with your service. You belong to me, and me alone. Where is she now?"

"She's been given a mission to prove herself."

"Good. Good," the Emperor fingered his brooch absently. "If she's worthy, give her some training and send her to me. I need to replenish the ranks of my own agents."

Vader gritted his teeth, but stayed silent. With Palpatine he still sometimes felt like a schoolboy. He hated that. But he nodded, and Palpatine seemed to lose interest. They walked quietly for a while, before Palpatine dismissed his Dark Lord.

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Slipping into her clothes Djuva cursed quietly. Her cover had been just perfect! Well, too perfect to last. So the Imps were on her trail. Luckily that agent was trapped for the moment, and although Djuva did not doubt that she only had a few minutes of breathing space, it would give her a good lead. She would just go to ground again and then get out of Coruscant the first chance she got.

There were no stormtroopers in sight when she brushed past the Gammorrean stationed in front of the door, but unfortunately Podul, the bar's major-domo, was bearing down on her, an oily grin on his face and a tough-looking Corellian in tow. Damn! The last thing she needed now was a customer!

"There you are!" Podul said, as he leaned forward to lay his hands lightly on her shoulders. Djuva gritted her teeth and scowled at the Corellian. "Mister Jixton was highly impressed by your performance."

Ignoring the Corellian Djuva turned pleading eyes on the Twi'lek. "Podul, this is an emergency," she whined.

"Another one of your so-called last-minute calls?" Podul asked coldly. "If you truly were so popular, you wouldn't work for Sele. So you will get your ass upstairs and see to it that Mister Jixton gets whatever he desires. Is that clear? He paid good money, and Sele would be very disappointed if you were so stupid as to deny her that profit."

Hanging her head in defeat Djuva nodded glumly. Well. Maybe she still had a chance. If she could make this quick....

"Hello, Vanessa," the Corellian breathed as he took her left arm in a slightly too hard grip. "Why don't we get this show on?"

Fighting down her feelings Djuva gave him a vicious smile. "It will be a pleasure."

"That I don't doubt."

As they walked upstairs, where the sounds of the other patrons could be heard through the rooms' flimsy walls, Djuva could not help but feel cornered. When the Corellian's left arm suddenly slipped around her waist, she growled in disgust.

"Now, now, be a nice girl," he said in some amusement. "By the way, you can call me Jix."

"Right. Jix."

"What may I call you?"

"Whatever you want," she sighed and unlocked one of the empty bedrooms.

"How about 'Djuva'?" he asked quietly and closed the door behind them. She froze.

***

Jix grinned at the girl's shocked expression as she whirled around to face him. Drained of all color, her face turned even paler than it had been before, setting off her green eyes spectacularly in the dim light. Maybe passing the time wouldn't be as boring as he had thought. He had his quarry and a lot of time besides. She rallied magnificently though and smiled slowly.

"A pretty name," she managed.

"Yeah, I thought so too," Jix replied, his grin widening. "Although I expected some tough, ugly, die-hard rebel."

"Male, I suppose," Djuva stated with a weak smile.

"Yeah. That too. Turns out I was wrong on both assumptions." When she shifted weight, he raised a hand warningly. "Ah, I wouldn't advise that. Very soon you'll probably be in more pain than you can imagine anyway. No need to start with that now."

"Why don't you just let me go?" she pleaded, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

"No way, sorry. I have a reputation to keep, you know? Besides, if you co-operate, it'll all be a lot easier."

Her head came up sharply and she frowned again. "Co-operate?"

"Yeah." She was pretty, no doubt. When he reached out to run a hand through her soft, thick hair, she closed her eyes, as if she were just making a hard decision.

"All right," she breathed and looked at him again. The smile she gave him was positively mean.

Shaking her head, she sent a mane of long, honey-colored hair flying wildly. Turning around gracefully she knelt down on the large bed, her legs spread slightly. When he did not react at first she patted the mattress invitingly.

"Come on. We might as well get this over with," Djuva explained coldly. But Jix could see that her hands were shaking.

Folding his arms in front of his chest he leaned his back against the door and gave her a nod. "Why don't you go ahead then?"

***

Swallowing a snide comment, Djuva took her time to study the man a bit more closely. His long, dark hair hung down over his broad shoulders in a pony-tail and there was a slightly bemused sparkle in his bright blue eyes that was actually quite charming. The easy smile he gave her, though, was infuriating. He wore a brown leather vest over his bare torso, and brown pants and boots. She could tell by his stance that he was totally confident that he could handle this situation, and she wished she felt the same. Maybe, afterwards, she could somehow slip away... Remembering the woman she had run across backstage, Djuva felt her hopes dwindle. No. There was no way to get out. She might as well enjoy this. And the Corellian was admittedly not ugly to look at. Quite the opposite. His well-muscled midriff was actually pretty attractive, not to mention his arms and shoulders. The smile she gave him then was positively sincere. No, not bad at all.

"So," she began, her right hand moving up to unbutton the collar of her body-suit, "how did you get on my trail?"

"Actually pretty easily, once I had the right lead. A human girl in a Twi'lek bar?"

"Who'd ever suspect one to be there at all?" she asked right back and worked on the buttons that went down the front.

"Yeah. True." His gaze turned pensive.

"And that was all?"

"When your major-domo said you were often busy elsewhere, I got even more suspicious. But you made a big mistake."

"Which one?" Her hands were down at her waist and she hesitated for a fraction, uncertain.

"You sent a transmission from a public comm in the bar."

She bit her lip in frustration. "I was going to leave tonight."

"Too late." Three long strides brought him up to the bed. "Here. Let me help you with that."

***

She shuddered quietly under his touch, but Jix did not let that distract him. Gently slipping the body-suit over her shoulders, he ran his hands down her arms, freeing them from the garment. Her right hand came up and traced his lips slowly, carefully, as if memorizing their shape. Then her fingers gently drew his face closer and she placed a leisurely kiss on his mouth.

"Very nice," she mumbled, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Answering her kiss, Jix returned the smile. She tasted of sweet Kula, but that flavor was quickly drowned out by the brandy which was still on his breath. Moving his hands up again, Jix cupped her small, firm breasts in his palms. Her nipples were hard and erect, and she gave a low moan when he started stroking them slowly. Arching her back she lay her head back on the mattress and closed her eyes in pleasure. Jix smiled and kissed her belly-button, making her giggle.

He drew a line of kisses downward, then up again. While he ran his tongue along her breast-bone, his hands gently drew the body-suit down over her hips. Then, straightening again, he slipped the thin garment down her legs. She propped herself up on her elbows and gave him a seductive smile.

"Your turn," she said and rolled around to lie on her side, her knees drawn up slightly, emphasizing the curve of her hips and waist even more.

"My turn? To talk or to get more comfortable?"

"Both," she laughed.

"Well, there's not much to say."

"Or undress," she commented when he had gotten rid of his vest and was already working on his boots.

Jix grinned at her. "Cheeky," he said and she shook her head in denial. Her eyebrows rose in appreciation when his pants were halfway down.

"Oooh, very nice indeed," she purred, and her smile widened to a grin of her own.

When he joined her on the bed again, she ran an appreciative hand over his thighs, then proceeded to explore his belly. Sitting up, she started kissing his abs, then pressed the edge of her palm against his stomach just underneath the navel and leisurely drew it down, keeping the pressure up.

Jix felt his mouth run dry and his eyes widen. Going up from there, she ran her hands over his shoulders and back with a low sigh, before she took his upper lip between her teeth gently and slipped her tongue into his mouth. When she pressed her body against his, Jix almost forgot about his assignment. He was pretty sure that he knew what she was planning... But they had come so far now that it was hard to stop himself from answering her kisses. And besides, he did not want to. Feeling his manhood twitch to stiff attention, he grabbed the back of her thighs and drew her closer to his hips. Damn, she was hot and she definitely knew what she wanted. Her left hand closed around his shaft and started stroking it, while her throat made appreciative noises. Jix closed his eyes with a smile that turned into a blissful moan when she ran a thumb slowly along the underside of his shaft. A playful bite to his left nipple brought him out of that very pleasant feeling, only to return it when she started sucking on it gently at first, then harder.

***

Feeling her desire burn inside her very core, Djuva shuddered with pleasure. His really was a body to die for. Wrapping her arms around his broad, hairless chest, she leisurely stroked his back, reveling in the feel of his hands running over her own body. His touch was feather-light, making her tremble with desire. When his right hand moved between her legs, she gasped suddenly, overwhelmed by her passion. Her own hands reassured her that he was indeed ready, so she lay on her back and spread her legs invitingly.

He kissed her first, his tongue exploring her folds almost timidly. Then, his hands slipping underneath her knee-joints, he drew her hips up so she rested on his thighs. She could feel his hard cock teasing her entrance and started shuddering in delicious anticipation. When he leaned over her she wrapped her calves around his waist, taking him in deep. He settled his weight on her gently and for a long moment they lay like this, simply enjoying the feeling of being one with each other.

Yet she could sense his mounting desire which needed to be released, and when he started rocking against her, she found his lips again to devour them hungrily. Gasping for air, he shook his head, and a few strands of his long hair dropped down, to fall into her face, tickling her nose. When he rose suddenly, supporting her thighs, she barely had time to get a hold on his neck. Her back hit the wall hard and then he began pounding into her in earnest. Gradually her moans turned into groans and she felt dizzy from the sensation of his cock moving inside her. Losing herself in a mind full of blissful desire, she felt herself reach her climax easily. When she came at last, she let out a scream. She slumped against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders tighter, but he wasn't finished yet. They moved again and she found herself back on the bed. He held on to her hips tightly, pulling them toward his in sync with his own rhythm.

Keeping very still, she tried not to break his concentration. Finally he came and stopped, his body glistening with sweat. Smiling down at her, he bent over to kiss her again. Then he lifted her up and gently laid her down in the middle on the mattress, before he joined her. Djuva sighed in contentment, but she had not forgotten the initial thought that had triggered her decision to shag him in the first place. With any luck he would fall asleep, and then... Rolling her around to lie on her stomach, he lay down on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his own weight. She felt his heart beat against her back, could feel his hot skin rub against hers.

"Sleep," he murmured softly and kissed her left ear.

Closing her eyes she heaved a defeated sigh.

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Red was cursing her boss whole-heartedly when she stormed off the stage. The cheek! When she ran across the old Twi'lek she grabbed the front of his robe and shook him angrily. "Where the hell is Vanessa?" she shouted in his startled face, her eyes flashing with anger and impatience.

"What? I—"

"Where?"

"She's got a customer," a new voice told her and Red turned on the second Twi'lek with a furious glare.

"Really." Good. That meant that she was probably busy. "You will take me there."

"I don't think so."

"If you don't want trouble you'll do as I say."

"I think you are the one in trouble. There's a squad of stormtroopers waiting out there for you."

"What?" Pushing past the two aliens Red left the backstage area and stared. Indeed. Stormtroopers. She approached the sergeant cautiously. "You asked for me?"

He gave her a long look through the tinted shields that covered his eyes. "Yes. You are wanted."

"For what?"

"Your report. You didn't check in and so we were sent to fetch you."

"I am not finished here yet."

He snorted softly and looked her up and down pointedly. "No? You can tell Lord Vader what kept you."

Red groaned inwardly. Damn. This was exactly what she had sought to avoid.

***

Twenty minutes later though she found that she was not so much angry as afraid. Sitting back in his high-backed chair, the Dark Lord shook his head at her.

"A nightclub?" he asked, sounding slightly incredulous. Red nodded, not quite meeting his eye. "A Twi'lek night-club?" Again a nod.

The Dark Lord rose, pacing before her. Red kept her gaze stubbornly on the floor before her, trying to ignore the black flowing cape that passed her field of vision with irritating regularity. Standing at ease, with hands behind her back and feet placed slightly apart, she was fully conscious that her military stance was more than ridiculous in her current outfit, consisting of shoes with killer heels, an almost nonexistent skirt, and a semi-transparent buttoned top that revealed more than it hid. Red swallowed self-consciously. The garish jewelry she was wearing probably didn't contribute to her credibility either. Not to mention that...

"...you identify the target, then instead of intercepting her you dress yourself up ridiculously, make a pass at a patron, and actually give a stage performance!" Red's eyes flashed with surprise. So the Dark Lord had had his spy there too! "And that's putting it mildly," Lord Vader continued, sarcasm evident in his voice. "I am impressed, Ensign."

"I'm sorry," Red muttered.

"Are you." Vader stopped before her. For a brief second she had an excellent view of his strong legs in knee-high black boots, hips wrapped in a long tunic... Oh shit, she chided herself, pressing her fingernails into her palms. Not now!!! A black-gloved hand reached under Red's chin, his fingers digging into her flesh; her face was raised to meet the Dark Lord's mask. He was shaking his head slowly.

"That, I'm afraid, is not good enough."

Red paled, but the next moment when Vader removed his hand, his fingers brushed briefly over her throat and chest. She could feel a traitorous blush creep over her cheeks. Damn, damn, damn... Vader's voice interrupted her again.

"You will think about why you failed."

"Yes, sir."

"And when you are done, you shall tell me what conclusions you made."

"Yes, sir." Red nodded sharply and executed an almost perfect about-turn, when a hand on her forearm stopped her.

"You have not been dismissed, Ensign."

Flustered, she turned back, wishing that the ground would swallow her then and there. "N-no, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

"Good. You will do your thinking here."

Oh shit...

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Lying awake for what seemed like hours, Djuva was very conscious of her current situation and of the very attractive, naked Corellian lying on top of her. When Jix shifted in his sleep, she exhaled wistfully, as his body molded itself against hers ever so gently. Gods, if she did not do something fast, she would have the not very appealing choice of being crushed under his weight or shot by a stormtrooper commando. Breathing had become very hard, since he had unconsciously moved up, resting even more of his bulk on her ribcage.

Djuva cautiously began to wiggle out from under him, but he sighed deeply and possessively laid a warm hand on her right shoulder. She frowned. Somehow she got the feeling that this was no unconscious slumber anymore. Taking her chances though, she pushed his arm aside gently and to her great delight he rolled over onto his side, freeing her of his embrace. But before she managed to get off the bed, something locked around her left ankle. Unfortunately that something turned out to be Jix's left hand. She looked over her shoulder at him, noticing the amused glint in his blue eyes.

"Going somewhere?"

Djuva shook her head. "I just want to take a shower."

"And pull a fast one out of the window?"

"There are no windows," she growled.

"Sure. Let me check first." Getting up he took hold of her right arm and walked her over to the fresher. When he had assured himself that there were indeed no possible means of escape, he let go of her.

"Aren't you gonna leave?" she asked, slightly uncomfortable.

"Nah. I was told to bring you in alive, so I am going to wait here and see to it that you stay that way."

She rolled her eyes in disgust. "Perfectionist," she cursed and walked over to the shower. A right bastard, that one, and no mistake. Shame, really, for he was such a good shag. Suddenly a thought hit her and, eyeing the door speculatively, she smiled to herself in some satisfaction. All right. One last chance.

The water hit her with blissful warmth and she made a great point in using her hands to spread it all over her body, her palms gliding over her shoulders, waist and hips, her breasts and thighs. All the while she kept her back to the Corellian, allowing him only a sneak peek at the show. As expected, she did not remain alone in the shower for long.

"Need some help?" he murmured into her ear and gently kissed the nape of her neck.

Djuva turned around with a smile and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Then, whirling him around, she pushed him against the slick tiles of the shower wall, eliciting a moan from his pretty mouth. Her smile deepened before she brought her right knee up between his legs, hard. As he dropped howling to the floor, she bent over him and whispered:

"I hope I didn't inflict permanent damage down there. Would be a shame."

Then she hurried out of the shower and grabbed a towel on her way out. Locking the fresher, she quickly dried herself off and made a grab for her clothes. Now. Didn't he have some weapons?

***

Loudly cursing himself and that vicious woman, Jix launched himself at the door just at the moment he heard the lock softly click. Staring at it in disbelief, the Corellian shook his head, sending wet strands of long hair flying. Trust a pretty face and you could pick your bones off the floor afterwards. Well. The door did not look all too stable, and to his great relief it gave way after a few well-placed blows. A hissed curse told him that Djuva was still in the room and he quickly scooted out of the fresher, his eyes hunting around for her. Something moved behind the bed.

"I have your blaster," she coolly warned him.

"Yeah?" He threw a sharp glance at the belt lying on top of his boots. Indeed. One blaster was missing, and if he tried to get the other, he would be straight in her line of fire. Clever. "So, what are we going to do?"

"That's easy. I am going to leave. Stay where you are." She rose from her hiding place, the weapon aimed precisely at Jix's chest.

"Oh, wow. I love women with big guns," he teased her.

Djuva snorted softly. "Nice. As much as I regret cutting this short, I doubt you'll run after me stark naked. And until you're dressed I'm out of here already."

"You really think I'm that modest?" He moved slightly toward the bed.

"Well, maybe you're not," she conceded with a smile. "But I'll take my chances."

Edging toward the door, she kept a sharp eye on him. But she had to let go of the blaster with one hand to work the door controls, and when she did, the weapon wavered ever so slightly in her grasp. Jix made a grab for one of the pillows and threw it at her. To her credit she did not try to bat it aside and instead stepped to her right to avoid it. But in performing that evasive maneuver, she turned away from Jix ever so slightly and gave him the opportunity to snatch up his second blaster. Unwilling to take another chance he, stunned her.

Then, a full-blown grin on his face, he unpacked a pair of binders from one of the utility packs on his belt. Tying her hands in front of her body, he picked her up from the floor and positioned her on the bed again. At last he sat down beside her, leisurely tracing the curves of her body with his eyes while he waited for her to wake up again.

When she did, she gave an annoyed scream and struggled against the bonds, her green eyes sparkling in anger. Jix smiled at her.

"Rise and shine."

"Shut up!"

"You know, I think I rather enjoy your company. Maybe I can convince my employer to let you live."

"Your employer?" Suddenly her tone became hopeful. "You don't work for the Empire?"

"Well, I work for the Dark Lord."

She groaned softly. "Oh, gods!"

Bending over her, he kissed her lips, sealing them close. She squirmed at first, but gradually she relaxed a fraction to answer his kisses. Then, gasping for air, she smiled at him, her face slightly flushed. "You are damn convincing. I am not sure though if that approach would work on Vader."

Jix laughed out loud. Still chuckling to himself, he cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently. "Maybe you should do the convincing then."

"When I can have you? No way." Wrapping her bound hands around his neck she drew him closer. "I guess I should enjoy this while I still can."

"Good idea."

Unbuttoning the front of her bodysuit, Jix kissed the shallow between her breasts and deftly ran a hand down the length of her body. His fingertips brushed lightly over her left hipbone, making her skin tremble underneath the thin fabric of the suit. Taking her bound wrists in his left hand he firmly pressed them down on the mattress above her head. Then, working the rest of the buttons down, he slipped a hand between her legs and touched her hot core, dipping into it without warning. She squirmed against him with a pleased moan. Jix moved a bit further up to keep her hands in place.

She sighed in approval and he continued caressing her, his touch a bit harder now. Gasping aloud she shook her head violently. His thumb pressed down on her clit and prompted her entire body to shake with desire when he started carefully rubbing the sensitive nub. She came fast and with a scream, shuddering in relief, and then sighed deeply. Gracefully arching her back, she stretched her body and smacked her lips lazily. "Not bad," she whispered and smiled up at him.

"My turn."

***

Arching her eyebrows Djuva looked deeply into his blue eyes while he positioned himself above her, kneeling just above her hips. She threw a longing glance at his well-endowed groin and ran her hands up his thighs, one at a time, squeezing his skin and working the hard muscles moving underneath with pleasure. He felt very good. Her searching fingers kneaded the inside of each of his knee joints, tracing the strong sinews there, making him shiver. Then she sat up. Her hands were still bound so she frowned a bit, wistfully thinking of the firm waist she would have loved to pay some attention to. Well. Maybe they could do that later. Nudging his belly with her forehead she blew her warm breath over the base of his shaft. Then, increasing the pressure on his midriff, she ran her tongue along his cock and playfully touched the tip. Her long hair was tickling him, she could see it by the way his skin twitched like a nervous bird. Using her hands she ran her palms down the length of his shaft, then up again to circle the base leisurely.

By that time he was hard and waiting for more. Carefully she took him into her mouth, just the head at first, lubricating it with her saliva, and sucked on it gently. His hips jerked against her, driving him deeper down her throat. She smiled at the sounds she could hear from above her and closed her eyes. His hands suddenly grabbed a fist-full of her still wet hair and started massaging her head, while his hips moved in a gentle rhythm that threatened to become faster. Pushing him back, she took a deep breath and he shuddered when his hot cock was exposed to the cooler air of the room again. Her tongue explored the neighboring regions of his shaft, wrapping itself around the balls hiding a bit timidly behind his stiff member, letting them know that she had not forgotten about them. Jix groaned loudly and suddenly she felt her own desire mount again.

He was close to coming, but Djuva decided to take a chance. "Let's try something else," she mumbled. "I am on top."

She saw him grin when he lay down on his back. She knelt above him, giving his shaft an encouraging nod, and gave a low purr as she guided him inside. Rocking her hips gently, she shifted her weight to get accommodated to the new sensation, that was just a little bit uncomfortable. But soon all discomfort was forgotten. Her hands explored his abs again, and she could feel him shiver when the cold metal of the binders brushed over his hot skin.

His face took on an almost peaceful expression of sheer bliss before his hands firmly grabbed her hips and pulled them down on his. He exploded inside her with a roar and his fingers dug into her skin mercilessly. When finally he relaxed again, Djuva slumped across his body, her chest heaving. She had not even noticed that she had held her breath.

"Hm," he said, running a hand over her forehead gently to wipe away the loose tresses of hair that hid almost her entire face. "I definitely have to keep you."

"Jix," she asked with a smile. "Just for how long did you book this room?"

"All night."

Djuva shook her head in exasperation. "Oh—my—God."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later Red was still standing in Vader's office. The Dark Lord was sitting behind his desk, immersed in some reports and seemingly oblivious to her presence. The only sounds in the room were the occasional clicking of the data recorder's keypad, and of course the respirator's hiss that came and went with the gruesome regularity of a clock. Red's feet hurt like hell and she peered longingly at the leather couch that lined one wall of Lord Vader's study. A small whine worked its way up her throat and she bit her lip to keep it down. Finally Vader raised his head. His breathing mask made a weird almost-sigh.

"Sit down," he said and dove into the report once again. She almost fell over on her way to the couch, her legs refusing to obey her, and when she finally dropped down on it, she could no longer keep the whine down. Her vision was suspiciously hazy, and her feet burned almost unbearably with the sudden removal of the tension. She had to get rid of those shoes now, and all Sith be damned, or she felt she would die in this very place! With reckless abandon she threw the offending shoes off and they flew into the corner with a solid clank. Surprised, Vader looked up from the datapad.

Red's hand flew to her mouth in shock over her own audacity. "Oh, I'm..."

The Sith raised a hand. "Let them stay where they are." Calmly and meticulously he stacked the datapads and placed them neatly into various piles, then rose and walked over to her. The couch sank under his considerable bulk as he sat beside her, leaning his elbows on his knees. So close that Red could actually faintly smell the leather and metal of his armor, and perhaps something else, more personal. She desperately struggled to swallow but her mouth was too dry.

"So. Have you reached any conclusions?"

"Yes, Lord Vader." With a nod he prompted her to continue. "I let the control over the situation slip from my hands. I let others tell me what I should do." A phrase that could have meant many things. Whether Vader agreed or disagreed with her, he said nothing. He just looked at her silently for some moments, until the silence became hard to bear. She wondered. If it had been anybody else, Red could have sworn he was peering into her cleavage.

"I am aware I have been less than courteous with you," were his next words, soft, quite unlike the cold sarcasm from before. "But I believe you agree that it was necessary."

Necessary? Necessary to make her stand for hours, squirming and sweating under his gaze? For something that had actually never been under her control, for she had been double-crossed from the start? "Yes, Lord Vader," she said meekly. What else could she have said?

Vader leaned forward and picked up one of her ankles. "Permit me then to undo some of the damage I've caused." He placed her foot on his lap and began to massage it slowly.

Red was tempted to pinch herself to see if the Dark Lord's thumbs making delightful little circles under the soles of her feet were not yet another dream. He looked up at her briefly.

"Relax," he said.

Might as well. Cautiously she leaned back against the cushioned armrest, as Vader's deft hands moved upwards to her ankles and calves. The pain and soreness had disappeared quite miraculously almost with the first touch, but she was loath to stop him. Working through the calves, he circled her knees and brushed slightly up her thigh. Tiny shivers ran up her nerves, cumulating and growing into a shudder in her abdomen. He laid a palm on her belly, pressing her effectively down again from where she had been trying to sit up.

"Relax", he repeated. "Or would you rather have me stop?"

"N-no, please," Red stammered, "please don't stop."

Something like a chuckle rumbled under the Dark Lord's mask. He started massaging the other leg and Red almost purred with bliss. Jolt after jolt of sheer pleasure crept up her legs, while the impossible situation itself kept tickling her mind, making her want to giggle. When he finally finished, Red actually let out a tiny growl of disappointment at the loss of his touch. She sat up, feeling her feet buzz with a new, happy, relaxed energy. For a brief moment she hesitated, but the intimacy of what he had just done gave her the courage. She took Vader's gloved hand between hers, squeezing gently.

"Thank you, Lord Vader. You have incredibly good hands."

There was a pause before Vader nodded and pulled his hand away; but then he stood up abruptly and walked over to his desk. "I hope you will take the lesson to heart."

"Absolutely, sir." She sprang up and saluted enthusiastically, never even wondering whence this sudden wave of arduous devotion came.

"Good. You're free to go. That is, unless you would stay for... a less formal conversation."

A wave of heat washed over her, as she turned and stared at him mutely for a moment. She was tempted, more than tempted, but... Lord Vader? The Lord Vader? She looked over to where he was leaning on his desk, thumbs hooked to his belt the way he often held them. Her lips were stretching into a grin and she couldn't help it. "I'd love to."

He stared at her as if gauging her feelings and her sincerity. "Are you quite sure you are prepared for this? If you stay, I will not stop, and I would be... strongly disappointed to see even the slightest trace of fear or negativity from you."

"You will have none, sir." Ignoring the not so veiled threat, she walked slowly over to him, placing her hands on his hips and looking up into his mask.

"Come then," he said evenly, his stance relaxing.

The woman grinned back. Slowly she moved her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself closer, then lifted a knee to the table-top. Vader cupped her ass, sitting slightly back, and the next moment Red was straddling him. As she felt his solid bulk against her, she could finally let loose her desire that had haunted her for the whole evening.

Indeed, it seemed the Dark Lord would not stop this time. He was as ardent as she had dreamed. His hands ran over her, studying her back and hips intently, and his touch was bold, intimate and very arousing, making her feel wanted. Soon her skirt was rolled up around her waist and he was pulling at her top impatiently. She wiggled a little, laughing, and eliciting a tiny low chuckle from him, which seemed to vibrate through his body right into hers.

"What?" she giggled.

Instead of replying, the Dark Lord ran his hands up and down her sides, while his breathing became harsher than usual. Encouraged by his response, she began to explore his body, trying to discover what was hidden under his armor. But oh, there definitely was hard muscle. She hummed delightedly and squeezed him slightly, rolling her hips in rhythm with his strokes.

"Is this the way you danced?" he asked mockingly. She stiffened a little, but there was no real malice in his tone.

"No," she countered flippantly, "I had less clothes on."

"How much less?"

"Mmm." She placed her nosetip into the small silver-colored depression that could have passed for a nose on his mask-face. "Maybe next time I should invite you so you can see for yourself?"

He chuckled. "I usually book private performances."

"Ah." She nodded, running her hands down his body, feeling the curve of his well-toned butt under the armor. "That will be expensive."

"You will grant me a reduction." His fingertips traced the line of her décolleté, coming to rest on top of the long row of tiny buttons in the depression between her breasts. "Hmm. A strategically well placed button. But still no match for a Sith."

To open it, he had to stick his finger right into her cleavage. Red giggled as he opened the first button, then another, then another... She joined his efforts, their fingers tangled in a most pleasing way, until full, creamy-white breasts popped out. Red moaned when he cupped one, weighing it in his palm and rolling the nipple. Growling his pleasure at her reaction, Vader repeated it on the other. She closed her eyes and arched her back, pressing herself into him, ignoring the pain of his breastplate and belt attachments cutting into her flesh. The Dark Lord lifted her slightly, letting his fingertips travel down the cleft between her buttocks towards her secret center. His other hand continued kneading her breasts. She shuddered a little when his fingers traced the edge of her panties.

"Yess, yess, yess," she hissed under her breath. Oh, how she wanted him now, on her, in her, even though in a distant way she still wondered at the logistics of their joining.

Stilling her, he instead grabbed her shoulders, pushing her slightly away from him. The helmeted head tilted a little.

"What is it?" Red asked again, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Just looking at you."

"My lord?"

"Yes," Vader sighed with obvious satisfaction, and Red felt her flush deepen. She rotated her hips a little, craving the Dark Lord's attentions once again, and her wish was quickly granted. Supporting her back with one hand, Vader carefully peeled down her panties, like unwrapping a gift. He quickly found what he was looking for, and slipping a finger inside, was rewarded with a gasp. Red was clinging to him, arms thrown over his shoulders, fists clenched in his robes, her face pressed against the armor. She rocked frantically, her eyes unfocused in the haze of bliss, moaning, climbing towards release.

Her hands traveled down him and she whimpered a little, finding only the cold, hard armor down there.

"A moment," he breathed, shifting her a little to one side. She wrapped her arms around him once again, pressing a cheek to his shoulder, feeling his hand flutter over her thigh as he worked on the seals of his armored suit. His other hand traveled lightly over her, wherever he reached, rousing goosebumps in its wake.

Then suddenly all the sweet stimulation was gone and Red let out a wail of deprivation. She heard Vader curse under his breath as something that was meant to open had evidently caught somewhere. She looked up to him in slight worry.

"Oh, girl. Damn it. I'm so sorry." Vader stroked her hair slightly. "This Force-bedamned armor won't always allow me to ... be as spontaneous as I might wish. We'll have to take this elsewhere."

***

Connected to the other parts of the castle through private closed-off hallways lined with communication tubes, a whole section of the top floor was sealed off for the Dark Lord's private rooms; fully atmosphere controlled, it had separate water and ventilation systems and a separate backup power system. All entrances to this area went through special automatically operated airlocks and sealed with auto-recognition locks the likes of which Red had never seen even during her career in the Intelligence. Maintaining such a place must have cost a fair amount of resources, for as Red had heard, in other places Vader only kept a tiny meditation chamber. This was Darth Vader's own private little paradise, and now he brought Red here to share it with him.

When finally the airlock released them into the secure area, she looked around curiously. It looked like any other room: soft carpet, the usual furniture, lots of ancient real-paper books, and a comm head terminal, from which Red guessed there were separate comm subsystems in every room. Doors led to other rooms; one looked like a workshop, with some 3-dimensional technical holosketches visible through the doorway; another appeared to be a bedroom; the rest Red could not guess. The rooms were mostly dark. "I like it this way," Vader muttered hurriedly as he guided Red past the furniture. "Then you can see the stars."

At a gesture from the Dark Lord lights came up and there came a strong hiss of pressurized air. He went to his table and sought something from a drawer, a tiny box of pills. "Here," he reached out and there was a grey-and-orange pill in his palm. "Tazoen-3-psi microcapsules."

"Why?" Red asked in suspicion. Tazoen was a new interrogation drug, or rather a nanodevice that was transported into the prisoner's system and started to release chemical agents there that slowed certain physiological functions or had other effect on the prisoner, depending on the subtype. Some of the subtypes very unpleasant, all of them very effective. There were rumours that Vader had had a hand in its development, but Red cared little for rumours.

"It'll help adjust you to this atmosphere."

As she still hesitated, he shook his hand impatiently. "Oh stars, I'm not going to torture you! I assure you, you'll be quite comfortable here once the atmosphere has been adjusted. I want to take this mask off. Take it!"

She drew a deep breath. "Um, yes, sir." Immediately after she'd taken the capsule, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bedroom. It was almost dark too, with a couple of tiny glowlamps in the corners of what seemed an impressive-sized bed, turned to the lowest crimson radiance that hardly lit anything but themselves, and the tiny lights on the comm console. Red threw a curious look around her, but had no time for anything more. Vader dragged her impatiently through the bedroom into what turned out to be a shower room.

"Here, here and here." He loaded a bathtowel, washcloth and gel in Red's hands. "If you're going to grace my bed, you're going to do so decently."

She opened her mouth, but before she could think of a saucy retort he was gone. She stomped a foot, throwing the towel after him, but hit only the door.

***

Having taken her generous time — a small revenge, but a revenge nonetheless, to make him wait — Red finally slipped out, the towel (gorgeously soft, having a faint spicy but fresh scent) wrapped around her body. She tiptoed across the bedroom, peering around, slightly worried that a servant might just pop in and find her naked in the Dark Lord's most private sanctuary. Yet this thought alone had a very distinct erotic appeal that made tiny hairs stand on the nape of her neck. A rustle of cloth alerted her and she turned. He appeared to her from the darkness like a ghost. Red reached out a hand and encountered soft, silky material. Then her fingers were caught between two hands.

"What took you so long?" he asked softly, his natural voice as deep, but devoid of the echoing mechanical quality of the vocoder. "I was almost coming after you."

Red grinned. "Oh. I'll go back to the bathroom then..."

"Oh no, you won't." Vader pulled her back, wrapping powerful arms around her in a possessive way. He ran his palms over her shoulders and down her arms. "What is that for?" He hooked his thumbs to the bathtowel, ripping it off and tossing it carelessly on the floor. Completely naked, she stood before him slightly self-consciously. Vader stared at her pale, naked body in the red darkness. "You glow..." He fell on his knees before her, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. Hot, dry lips were pressed to her belly, while his hands traveled over her, finding their place just under her buttocks.

"Lord Vader..." flustered at his unexpected behavior, yet desiring him, excited, yet feeling so vulnerable on the territory that was so clearly and indisputably his, Red carefully disentangled herself enough to kneel down before him. Now that her eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness, she could see him more clearly, his pale face freed from the mask, his form, framed by a black silk bathrobe that left a triangle under his throat uncovered. She put her palms behind his neck, pulling him closer, and let her lips ghost over his mouth, cheekbones, eyes. He halted his movements dreamily, closing his eyes, and tilted his face towards her, expecting more. She wouldn't refuse him, would she? No, absolutely not! Red let her kiss deepen and grow more passionate, while her hands found the belt of his bathrobe, tugging at it. Vader caught and stopped her.

"Later," he breathed.

"But I want to..."

The corners of his mouth quirked up as he brought up her impatient hand, kissing the palm and then the wrist.

"Later," he insisted. Instead, he buried his face between her neck and shoulder, breathing in her scent deeply. His own was slightly musky, overlaid with the clean, spicy and masculine scent of his soap and aftershave. He ran his hands over her curves, kneading her flesh, fondling her breasts. "Woman..." he whispered into her ear, desire hot in his voice. Red could now definitely feel a bulge nudging her belly. With a small whimper she pressed herself closer. If she wasn't allowed to touch his skin, at least the soft, luxurious silk offered infinitely more opportunities than the hard, unpliable armor!

He found her mouth again, invading it insistently with his tongue, and Red responded enthusiastically. Vader wrapped an arm around her and pressed her backwards with his greater bulk, until her back was arched, her breasts pushing up into his chest eagerly. "Nice," he laughed softly, running a finger down the line where their bodies touched. He stood abruptly, picking her up. She was dumped on the bed unceremoniously, where she fell on her stomach, laughing. Instantly his body was on top of her trapping her hands behind her back. She yelped when a kiss was pressed to the very sensitive spot behind her neck. "Hmm!" was the Dark Lord's comment and the experiment was repeated again. Gasping, she wiggled and wormed her way out of his grasp, then turned to wrap her arms tightly around him, kissing him indiscriminately over the face and lips. But that was only a ruse. She waited until the time was right, and then pushing with one leg for extra momentum, twisted him down on his back. She straddled him, pushing the flaps of his robe open.

"A-ha!" At last her hands were on his broad muscular chest, skin against bare skin! Quickly she undid his belt, pushing the robe finally off over his shoulders. He laughed, a sound that she found delightful. The next instant she found herself on her back again, thoroughly kissed. The Dark Lord's hand caressed her belly, then moved lower, and she spread her legs slightly to allow him better access. She slipped her hand between their bodies, finding his manhood, still covered in the silk of his sleep pants. Vader groaned as she stroked him slowly. Red pushed his pants over his hips and he quickly got rid of them. Then he pushed her knees up, planted a brief kiss on the insides of her thighs and climbed over her. She guided him in, watching his face relax in solemn rapture.

After a moment they began to rock together, and the feel of every tiniest movement inside her was driving her fast towards ecstasy. She ran her hands over his backside, feeling the undulating movement under her palms. Her brief clench of muscles brought a gasp from the Dark Lord. He picked up his pace, pounding into her until he could hold back no longer. His twitch inside her brought Red over the brink and they wrapped themselves frantically around each other, shuddering their mutual release.

Boneless, he sank over her, humming his pleasure, and she accepted his weight gladly. They lay there motionlessly until the clammy sweat on their bodies cooled. As he did not seem inclined to move, she pulled a corner of the blanket, wrapping them securely in it. She felt him smile against her cheek. Her hand crept up to the back of his head where she began to trace small lazy circles. Curiously she moved higher, fingertips ghosting over the edge of a huge, jagged scar; but a growl, small but deep enough to vibrate through her own ribcage, made her retract her hand swiftly. Then there was just the quiet, peaceful bliss of his light breath...

***

She jolted awake, not remembering where she was or who the heavy arm that was thrown over her belonged to, but one glance at his bald pale head made her remember with a start. Morning was peering in from between the heavy curtains, and the Dark Lord looked peaceful as he slept all wrapped around her, his nose burrowing into her breast, his mouth slightly open. At some point they must have crept under the covers, but she could not remember when or how; the warmth of the air in the room, the thick soft quilt and the closeness of his body made the heat almost unbearable. Red could feel the scent of his male musk and of their lovemaking all over her body. As she carefully tried to work her way out from under him, Vader mumbled and pulled her back, then settled down again with a grunt of satisfaction.

For a while Red watched his chest rise and fall quietly, then rose to one elbow. Vader's protest was quickly stifled when she pressed a kiss on his shoulder, then moved on to his impossibly strong and well-muscled arms. With gentle movements she rubbed her cheek and nose over his skin. Sliding down from the biceps, she crossed over to his chest. Aware of the Dark Lord's sensitivity concerning his injuries, she tried to avoid the ugly scar that ran drown from his collar-bone, but fortunately the area that interested her most was untouched. She watched his nipple grow into a small hard nub under her ministrations, ridiculously tiny against his huge bulk. Gliding her hand up and down over it, she felt it tickle her fingers and palm.

By now the Dark Lord had come completely awake; he released her body from his nightly choke-hold and stretched luxuriantly, giving her a contented smile. Seeing his body grow taut and muscles play under his skin, she suddenly felt the urge to feel and taste him.

When she cupped her hand over his manhood, beginning to stroke lightly, he almost interrupted his yawn, freezing in place as if afraid that the sweet sensation would disappear. She took him in her hand, feeling the reassuring weight in her palm. A thumb, run across the tip, produced a most rewarding hiss of pleasure, as he began to harden quickly. She experimented a little, until he moaned, his palm closing firmly over hers, increasing the pressure —

An angry beep interrupted them ruthlessly. "Alert 12-B," a mechanical voice announced.

Vader groaned. "Jix. Just great." But he removed her hand gently, pushing himself up. Red's face fell. He smiled wryly, kissing her nosetip lightly. "We will continue this," he said in a low but firm voice. "Run now, girl, get dressed." And to emphasize the order, he gave a good smack on her rump, which made her yelp.

To be continued.....

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