Padme

Before following your master's next set of instructions, you hop in your speeder and fly to Padme's luxurious apartment.

The thoughts of what you must do—and what you have already done—are erased from your mind as you focus on the love of your life.

She is already waiting on the landing platform when you arrive, as if she could sense your arrival. She looks as beautiful as ever. Her long brown hair is in curls today, and she wears a sheer powder blue nightgown that leaves her shoulders uncovered.

Padme runs toward you and embraces you tightly.

"Anakin, are you all right? I felt...I heard there was an attack on the Jedi Temple..." she trails off.

"The Jedi have tried to overthrow the Republic," you reply. Before she can say anything else you put your finger to her lips and smile. Looking down at her worried face, you brush her a strand of her hair out of the way and say "I'm fine Padme. More than fine. Everything will soon be set right. I'm going to end this war."

You reach out with the **** and give her a slight mental suggestion—just enough to calm her down. You feel a little bad about using the **** on your wife, but shake it off, telling yourself that it was harmless—just the slightest trick, for her own good. A dark intrusive thought makes its way into your brain though, and you find yourself wondering about what the Dark Side could do in bed...

"Before you go and save the galaxy," Padme says suggestively, "why don't I take care of my hero?"

She rubs her hands against your robes, feeling your erection. You hadn't even realized that your cock was standing at attention—since embracing the Dark Side you had been pretty much primed and ready to go at any moment.