His breathing changes through the mask, getting heavier, and I know mine’s doing the same. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscle under the costume. This is definitely not the Darth Vader from the movies. This one comes with abs that would make an anatomy textbook jealous.
I’m basically climbing him like a tree at this point, and he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, it doesn’t feel like we’re dancing anymore. It feels like we’re having a fully clothed conversation about exactly what’s going to happen when we leave here.
The bass thrums through both of us, but I swear I can feel his heartbeat too, rapid and strong against my chest. Or maybe that’s mine. Hard to tell where I end and he begins.
I stretch to get closer to his ear.
“Get out of here, do you want?” I ask because I’m still trying for cute, even though cute stopped working for me a year ago.
“It appears I’m leading you to the dark side,” he replies.
“You know, Yoda was always gagging to hook up with Darth Vader. Why do you think he took himself off to Planet Dagobah to sulk after Anakin Skywalker turned to the dark side?”
“I think you might have watched a different version of the movies than I did,” Darth Vader’s voice replies.
“Is it slightly creepy that I’m getting turned on by Darth Vader’s voice?”
“No judgment here at all.” Darth Vader’s huffy tones come back. “It means borrowing this voice synthesizer was worth it.”
“Oh, trust me, I’ll make it worth it,” I say in my most flirty voice.
He pulls back and pushes his mask off his face.
Holy shit.
Even in the dark of the club, I can see his face matches the rest of him.
He’s drop-dead gorgeous, all dark eyes with strong eyebrows, a straight nose, and full lips. His smile is slightly crooked in that way that turns gorgeous into interesting.
He also looks vaguely familiar, but I can’t place where I know him from.
His eyes fix on mine, and I can see a mirror of my own want.
“There are a few things I need to clarify before moving forward,” I say.
“Ask away,” Darth Vader says.
“Top or bottom?”
He leans in closer toward me. “I’m up for both, but right now, I have a desire to pin you to the mattress and show you the true power of the Force.”
I swallow hard, hoping my naked want isn’t showing too much on my face. It’s hard because it’s been so long.
“Yeah, I could definitely be up for that,” I manage to rasp out.
Then, to try to regain some control of the situation, I lean forward and whisper sexily in his ear, “Ready for the next question about your sexual preferences?
“Sure.”
“Ears on or ears off?”
He laughs.
Should I be disturbed that the sound of Darth Vader laughing turns me on even more?
Pushing that aside to examine in my next friendly chat with my therapist, I grab his hand and tug him through the throngs on the dancefloor. We dodge a vampire making out with a zombie and sidestep a very drunk giant panda. We finally burst out onto the street, where the air is blessedly cool.
“Your place okay?” I ask. “I have an inquisitive roommate who’ll be slightly too interested in what Darth Vader and Yoda get up to.”
