Darth Vader

You were his apprentice. Not a lover. Never that. Just someone who could fight and listen and not dwell on the Empire's inner planning and overthrowing, but someone loyal to him. And that was all you ever would be. Apprentice to the dark lord of the Sith, Darth Vader, your Lord, your Master, and on occasion, his willing indulgence. It was only ever physical, a rather recent thing that had started between you two, a thing you never would have envisioned outside of anywhere but the foolproof insides of your own mind. But here you were. Half draped over one of the bridge control room panels, breathless and heaving and slightly lightheaded from the thrill even though he had not touched your throat this time. Not with his hands, not with the Force. And still it felt exhilarating, a tingling, dizzy sensation making its way up your legs and down your arms, keeping your head dreamily dazed and now slowly coming back to reality. Just as you gathered the strength to raise your gaze you caught a familiar glimpse of black cape, already billowing and turning away.

You reached out a hand, rather clumsily, and caught the edge in a weak grip.

He paused.

Slow helmet turn. You tried to loosen your grip but your fingers weren't as smoothly cooperative as usual. Kriff. You huffed under your breath, and reluctantly let go, looking up at the dark red lenses of a mask now tilted down at you, looming.

"Don't go yet..." You managed out, voice soft and slightly hoarse. You swallowed. Cleared your throat. "Please my Lord."

He regarded you for a moment, and it hit you then how pathetic you must look, half laying across a panel digging into your skin, too off, the edges of your lacy bra wrinkled, and loose hair spilling over your shoulders in what was now the remnants of a single long braid across your back.

"You wish for me to remain?" He asked finally, tone coldly inquisitive.

You nodded.

He stayed still, considering your request, then turned away.

"I have duties to attend to, apprentice. As do you."

It didn't hurt per se, you knew you were important to him, probably the closest anyone got to being an object of both desire, interest and sentimentality disguised as dependency, but a part of you, long since dulled to his threats to you, made you push some more.

"Just a little while." You blurted, voice even and more clear now. You met his gaze, the black and the lights reflections shining off the edges of his helmet. "I won't keep you long. I deserve it after what you- after what we did. My Lord."

"What you have or have not allowed me, apprentice, is the illusion of control I permit you to keep. Do not presume you are in the position of more than what you are. Is that understood?"

You exhaled softly in vague defeat and pressed your forehead back against the cool metal of the control panel.

"Yes my Lord. Of course, my Lord."

The even hiss of mechanical breathing was your only sign of acknowledgement you received in turn, but no heavy bootstraps followed. And your Lord, however otherwise he may seem and claim to be, did not move away. Not yet, at least.