(see headers in part 1)

You can't get him out of your mind. Darth Maul, sexiest Sith lord ever to 
grace the silver screen, had shown up at the park, in the flesh (God, what 
flesh) and seduced you like no one else could. It has been a week and you 
still can't get him out of your mind, your roommates are looking at you like
you have lost your mind.

Maybe I have lost my mind, you think to yourself. Lost it to him, maybe.

You have the house to yourself tonight. At the back of your mind is the 
continuing replay of what happened in the park as you sit down and decide 
to watch the Star Wars trilogy again. You only half pay attention to the 
opening, pulling out of it as Luke's whining about power converters sets 
your nerves on edge as it always does. You sigh, thankful that you're so 
familiar with the movie that missing so much doesn't matter.

You pay attention just long enough to notice the red R2 unit blooper yet 
again, then your mind drifts off on its familiar path.

"That's the path to the Dark Side," someone says behind you.

You jump up, barely not screaming, and dive for the phone to call 911. You 
hit the nine before you realize that it's a familiar voice, and look up to 
see yet another figment of your overactive Star Wars obsessed imagination 
standing behind your couch.

You hang up the phone slowly, not daring to take your eyes off of him. "You 
can not be Luke Skywalker. This can not be happening."

"Who else would I be? I can assure you that I'm not a figment of your 
imagination though, because if that were the case Darth Maul would be 
standing here instead of me. Your thoughts for that Sith Lord are strong."

You blush, knowing that he is right.

"Well then, why are you here? I thought the Jedi were too good for someone 
like me."

Luke's face takes on a haunted appearance for a moment, but he regains 
control in no time. "You know better than that. It may have been that way 
long ago in my father's time, but you know I need anyone willing to 
reestablish the Jedi order. We need people like you."

"I'll think about it," you say, but your mind drifts off to the thought of 
Maul's hands sliding up your body and you know it won't be easy.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. We can talk about this more when you're ready." 
With that he opens the door and steps outside.

You sit and think about it for a while, still missing the movie that you 
put in earlier. There's a loud knock at your door and you nearly jump out 
of your skin. You open the door and Darth Maul stands there with fury 
written all over his face.

"Lord Maul," you manage to stutter. "I didn't expect—"

"What was he doing here," he spits out, sparks flying from his eyes as he 
storms in.

"The same thing you are, I'd imagine," you reply coldly after regaining 
your composure. How dare he make presumptions like that, you think in 
outrage, ready to throw him out lightsaber or no.

He glares at you dangerously, but when he sees that you aren't about to 
back down he laughs. "I doubt he was here for the same reason I am." Now 
there's a hint of suggestion on his face and you know he's right. "The Jedi 
are quite prudish about such things, so unless he proposed to marry you…."

You smile in return, passion switching from anger to lust in an instant. 
You think to yourself, I shouldn't be doing this, but another part of your 
mind takes the thought and squishes it quickly.

"I came here to remind you of what I'm offering, to show you more of what I 
have to offer."

Remind? How could I forget, you think. That part about more catches your 
attention though. "I still haven't made up my mind. I'm a good girl, I 
always have been by my standards."

He just chuckles and reaches for your chin. "I do enjoy a challenge." His 
lips curl in a sensuous smile before he captures your mouth in another 
mind-numbing kiss.