Reassuring Lord Vader
By: Cariel
Part Two
After dozing contently for a few hours, Dormé awoke in her husband’s arms. She sighed, nestling closer to him and he, in his sleep, tightened his grasp on her. In response, she kissed his shoulder, gazing at him. She always adored how possessive he was of her, even in his sleep.
Storm clouds raged outside, slowly rousing Vader from his sleep. Portentously, the thunder rumbled as a prelude to the crash of lightning which finally caused him to wake. Dormé noted he was shaken and slid her hand on his chest, her fingers dancing over the areas that used to bear scars. She knew the lines by heart though they were now faded past sight.
He turned his head to look at her, his fingers threading through her hair as he studied her.
They lay there as the thunder continued to rumble overhead.
An idea popped into her head and she planted a kiss on his lips before reluctantly drawing herself from his embrace.
‘Where’re you going?’ he asked, as if he knew she was up to something.
Halfway to the fresher, she said, ‘To shower.’ She smiled, overhearing him exhaling and stretching as she dashed into the fresher to grab bottle of shampoo.
Donning one of her older scarlet gowns, she went back through the bedroom towards the living rooms. She padded through the room, pretending to be unaware that she knew he was following her. She drew closer to the doorway which led outside, knowing he would not be able to follow any further. Dormé gasped when he grabbed her by the arm.
‘I thought you said you were going to shower,’ he said frantically. ‘Why are you going outside! It’s pouring out there!’
‘I am going to shower,’ she replied without discounting his fears. ‘As a child, I too had experiences with the rain, my love. I always enjoyed washing my hair in the middle of the worst of storms.’
Vader sent her a look as if to say he thought she was crazy, but she kissed him before he had a chance to say anything further.
Dormé lamented the fact he would not be able to join her, but comforted herself with the fact that: ‘You get to watch.’ She smiled impishly before passing through the doorway which preserved the atmosphere inside for Anakin to be able to breathe without the assistance of his mask.
With the bottle of scented shampoo in one hand, she meandered out into the darkness, keeping an eye on the positioning of the windows and the scant moonlight to find an ideal spot for her early morning escapade. Once she found a suitable place, her long, dark hair was already sopping wet and her gown was clinging to her skin. Turning her face upwards, she closed her eyes, smiling into the pouring rain, letting it fall over her in cold, but welcomed waves.
Though nearly twenty-seven, she spun around feeling much like the precocious child she once was, making mischief on her native soil. Laughing aloud at memories of old, she looked to where Anakin stood indoors, arms crossed, as he watched her. She then put some of the shampoo into the palm of her hand and set about diligently working her hair into a lather, imaging she could dot his nose with suds.
Dormé could not begin to think of what was possible going through Vader’s head so she merely finished getting the last of the soap out of her hair, feeling utterly refreshed and very cold. It was an invigorating thing she had not been able to do in years and though she wished she could have experienced it with Anakin, she felt with his eyes on her, they were able to experience together in a way.
She tried to squeeze the most water out of her hair as she could, but it was to no avail as the torrential rainfall made it an impossibility. Instead, she returned indoors, sopping wet and freezing. ‘Enjoy the view?’ she asked through chattering teeth.
From the look on his face, it was a sure bet he had, but Anakin merely pulled her into his arms, uncaring that he would soon be half as wet as she was. ‘You’re crazy, you know that?’ He kissed her forehead.
‘I don’t feel you complaining,’ she teased, giving her wet hair a toss as she gazed up at him. She saw his cheeks reddening and enjoyed the affect she had on her husband.
‘Well, I must admit, I’ve changed my opinion on rainstorms.’
She matched his growing smile before sliding her body up against his as she slowly rose to the tips of her toes. She felt his hands slipping to her waist to aid her in keeping her balance as he was so much taller than her. Teasingly, she lightly bit the bottom of his ear before whispering, ‘I love you.’
When she looked into his eyes, she knew without a doubt that her plan had succeeded.
A/N: Yes, that is it for this little ficlet. Read more about Vader and Dormé's conquests in
Vader's Dark Angel! Be sure to check out the website dedicated to the pairing. The link is posted in my profile.
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