Vader's New Love PART ONE || Darth Vader x Reader [COMPLETE]

Scars (Proceed With Caution)

CONTENT WARNING: IMPLIED SMUT

The hyperbaric chamber was dark... cool. [Name] felt Vader reach over her, toward the control panel. A gust of air filled the tightening space.

She heard the sound of the black suit coming apart. The armor first and the chest plate with the dancing lights. He could live without it, as long as he remained in the hyperbaric chamber. He then peeled away the voice modulator he wore around his neck then the stretchy black material he wore beneath. [Name] laid with her legs still stretched across his lap. Her back rested against the cushions of the now-flattened seat.

For Vader it was now or never. A true test of her affection and acceptance. He was removing the mask. Would she recoil in disgust? Shriek in terror and fear? He'd kill her if she did. He'd kill her if she broke his heart. He trusted no one with his wounds. On this night, he trusted her.

[Name]'s felt as though her heart had stopped. She heard the suit as it fell to the chamber's floor. He reached toward her. It was so quiet, she could hear the machine whirring in his arms. Except, the arms were not very droid-like. They looked surprisingly human.

Vader sat at the edge of technology. He no longer wore the chrome colored titanic covered prosthetic limbs he used ten years ago. No. His limbs were flesh colored. Tailored to his near egg-shell sun-deprived skin tone.

[Name] saw his eyes in the darkness. They were gold with red circles around them, they almost looked like a solar eclipse, but even more painful to look at. A craggy looking scar marked his cheek and a cross-like wound scarred his left eye.

He had no hair. Clearly, he'd been burned. Burned badly. But the flames must have caught him from behind. His chest was smooth with minimal scarring, as was his face other than what the searing heat tore away on his cheek. Perhaps he laid on his stomach and only the heat of the flames reached the front of his body causing some damage, but not as much as what she felt with her hands as they caressed the grooves on his back.

She understood his anger...his suffering. She let her fingers caress him as though she could soothe away the memories of the pain he endured.

Vader leaned against her. How long had it been since he felt a woman's body pressed against his own? How long since he felt someone's - anyone's touch?

He could kiss her. But would she let him? Did she mask her disgust with sympathy?

[Name] touched his face. She was so happy to see him.

"Do I repulse you?" he asked.

His voice was surprisingly soft, wispy even. She liked that voice and would prefer to hear it more often. But Vader preferred the voice of his dark mask. Because it was fearsome.

"You could never repulse me," [Name] answered. She lied. When he killed people, he repulsed her. When he razed homes and conquered systems, he repulsed her. But he could change. She could change him.

Mechanical arms gripped her bony shoulders, squeezing them together. She pressed against him. She understood he hadn't as much control of his strength as she would like, but she could always teach him. She let her hands hold his cheeks, and let her lips kiss his.

She was nervous. So was he.

He wasn't supposed to, according to his Jedi teachings, but he could use the Force...to help him be closer to her. Just this once, he thought. To cement what they have. What was growing between them.

Vader's body was heavy against hers, like dead weight. [Name] had to fight for breath time and again. The Hyperbaric chamber wasn't for her really and he increased the air so there was enough for them both. The vault was highly pressurized now, and the highly concentrated oxygen made her light-headed. Was this his trap?

His movements were slow, calculated, precise as he peeled away the layers of her clothing. He knew where to touch. And this time, his hands were more controlled, less heavy, grazing softly against her skin as they touched her exposed breast.

[Name] loved his complexity or dare she admit it, loved him.

He was like the body she caressed so freely. Course like his scarred back. Soft like the skin on his chest, which she grazed with her lips. It was fitting that this part of him had been spared. This is where his heart beat. Where she felt his heart beating as he moved against her in the dark confines of his chamber.

They held each other for what felt like interminable hours. In the chamber, time seemed to stop. [Name] wiped her mind, thinking of nothing as she drifted into throughout her slumber, as she dreamt, memories of their night flashed across her mind, guiltily. Guilt for many reasons. Vader collected his clothing, pants and knitted shirt then slipped them on. He wouldn't torture her with his wounds for the rest of the night. Let them bask in their lovemaking until morn.