Redemption

Im not leaving you •

TW: smut (the entire chapter)

I felt warm and safe within his embrace. No one and nothing could pull me away from this moment even if they tried. The grasp he had on me totally disregarded the previous events. He was rubbing my head as I recovered from his violence. The shattered glass on the floor reflected a glimmer of the beautiful stars, a reminder of our confusing story.

Vader got up and pulled away from me, leaving my heart shattered. The removal of his touch pained me more than his choking ever could. And as I watched him leave me, he just approached the window, facing out looking at the stars.

The air in the room hung thick with silence and tension. What was to be done now? What was to be said?

It was all still confusing for me too, I'll admit it. He had seen my eyes, he knows I've gone down a path I haven't quite accepted myself. How he was going to deal with that? I couldn't answer that question, besides knowing he wanted nothing to do with me.

I contemplated whether or not he cared for me. A small part of me thought that just maybe he was trying to stay away because he cared.

"You still need to leave." He said, cold again. One moment he was comforting me, and the other he was telling me to leave. All I could do was sit there staring at him, no expression. I was numb. I was furious. He had answered that question. He wanted nothing to do with me.

"No. I'm not leaving you." I stood up to walk towards him agonizingly slow. It's not fair to just leave me in the dust after damage had been done. I'm fully aware we just argued over this, yet I wasn't finished.

"Yes."

"No." I stated again, standing my ground. "You can't tell me what to do. I'm staying." I said as I reached him. He towered above me with an unreadable expression. It was soon that that anger I saw once before came back, I sensed it.

"I can and will tell you what to do." He spat, angry I was trying to revolt against him.

"Do it then. Force me to leave if you want it so bad." I said low, grabbing on his chest gently. A hurt feeling was running throughout my body as a silence took over the room. His eyes were cutting into mine like glass, almost painfully.

Another awkward silence filled the room. He looked as if he was in deep thought, like he couldn't figure out what to say. The tension between the two of us was unfathomable. Anxiety formed in my chest as I waited for a reply, for anything.

"Fuck" he mumbled, then grabbed my face again to connect our lips. The moment it happened again, my soul lit up immensely. The connection we shared was unreal. This kiss was aggressive, fueled with our hatred for one another. Yet at the same time, there was another side of it. A deep, passionate side we both denied.

His breathe tasted of mint and whiskey, a perfect mix I wanted to indulge myself in. Our breathes became one as we entangled ourselves into one another. This time, he was pushing into the kiss like he had been starved of it. His breathe was heavy, as was mine, as we lost ourselves in the trance of our sinful behavior.

I was becoming heated in lust as our kiss continued, taking any breathe away that I had. Butterflies arose in my stomach as my clit was aching for attention, for him.

"Is the slut wet for me?" He cooed while turning me around and slamming me against the wall. My chest hit the wall violently, only causing that throbbing pain between my legs to get worse.

A moan escaped from my mouth at the impact. He grabbed my neck and forced my head to look at him. It was an awkward position, yet hot all the same.  "You drive me insane." He whispered in my ear as he drove his hands around my ass. I looked over my shoulder watching him eye me like prey, almost as if I was the only thing he needed.