His hips settled between the cradle of her thighs and his mind went blissfully, earth-shatteringly blank. He wanted, desperately, after resigning to a lifetime of depriving himself. A jedi renounces personal connections, and his descent into darkness left no room for pleasures. But while this was an instinctual meeting of bodies, it also went beyond the simple pleasure he might have allowed himself in his quarters, alone.

It was different, because it was something he wanted to give to her, instead of taking for himself.

Gripping the back of his shirt, he pulled it off, his hair ruffled, his expression a bit wild. He realized they were already moving against one another, rocking instinctively, her chest heaving with breath as she gripped at him desperately. His mouth found the top of her shoulder, tugging the thin strap of her top aside.

He wanted to crawl inside of her and stay there. Her mind was perhaps the only place he had ever found peace, and while he knew that it might be a vulgar thought, it stood to reason that her body would be the same.