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Deep in the night when only spirits and dreams walk the Earth, a young woman
tosses and turns, restlessly as sleep eludes her. A warm breeze from the open
window skips across her shoulder and caresses her cheek as a lover would. Her
skin prickles with goosebumps at the thought.

She looks across the room towards him -- her lover. Or so she would wish. In
the far corner stands a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Darth Maul. The street
lamp casts light and shadow over him as the lace curtains sway gently in the
slight breeze. As the light dances over his features he seemingly comes alive.

A small moan of desire escapes her lips as the breeze skips over her bare
thighs.

Everywhere she looks she see him. Scattered through out her room are figurines
and action figures. On either side of her bed, on the walls, are posters of
him. They are placed so that he is the last thing she sees before sleep claims
her, and the first thing she sees when she wakes up. Her room is a shrine to
this Dark Lord.

As her eyes drift downward, a familiar fantasy begins to form.

^ Your lights are on, but you're not home. ^
^ Your mind is not your own. ^

Her temperature rises as desire begins to take hold of her senses.

^ Your heart sweats, your body shakes. ^

Her lips part to welcome the first of a thousand kisses in the night.

^ Another kiss is what it takes. ^

^ You can't sleep, you can't eat. ^
^ There's no doubt, you're in deep. ^

Her body arches against the caress of her phantom lover.

^ Your throat is tight, you can't breathe. ^

A harsh moan escapes her throat.

^ Another kiss is all you need. ^

^ Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, ^
^ Oh yeah. ^

Her breasts swell as they are suckled and kissed.

^ It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough.
^ You know you're ^
^ Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Maul. ^

Never in her most heated of daydreams has it been this...intense.

^ You see the signs, but you can't read. ^
^ You're runnin' at a different speed. ^

Her body craves more, more, more.

^ You heart beats in double time. ^

Her heart beats wildly against her ribs.

^ Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one-track mind. ^

She welcomes the heat as his body joins with hers.

^ You can't be saved. ^
^ Oblivion is all you crave. ^

Her body rises to meet his as he pumps faster, harder.

^ If there's some left for you ^
^ You don't mind if you do. ^

^ Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, ^
^ Oh yeah. ^

She claws at his back and wraps herself tightly around his waist driving him
further, deeper into herself.

^ It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. ^
^ You know you're ^
^ Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Maul. ^

^ Might as well face it, you're addicted to Maul ^
^ Might as well face it, you're addicted to Maul... ^

^ Your lights are on, but you're not home. ^
^ Your will is not your own. ^

The light from the street lamp glows across her sweat-dampened skin.

^ You're heart sweats and teeth grind. ^

A moan of deep pleasure slips past her swollen lips.

^ Another kiss and you'll be mine. ^

^ Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, ^
^ Oh yeah ^

A thrill skips through her as a hot tongue laps the sensitive skin just below
her ear.

^ It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. ^
^ You know you're ^
^ Gonna have to face it, you're addicted to Maul. ^

Her heart pounds wildly against her ribs as she dies a little death.

^ Might as well face it, you're addicted to Maul. ^
^ Might as well face it, you're addicted to Maul... ^

A heavy pounding invades her consciousness. Her eyes snap open as she bolts
upright from her sleep. Again the pounding intrudes her senses. She realizes
it is not her heart that is pounding so loudly.

"Honey? Wake up! You'll be late for class again if you don't hurry."

"I'm up, Mom! I'm up!" she replies.

Blessedly, the pounding stops.

Taking a deep breath to ease her labored breathing, she pushes her hair back off
her face. A bead of sweat trickles downward between her swollen breasts.

Then she notices... She sits naked in bed. The covers are crumpled on the floor
as if hastily tossed aside. Her thin top is on the other side of the room. Her
sleep shorts are in the middle of the floor, torn in two.

Draped across the bed is a black coverlet. A frown flits across her brow. She
knows she doesn't own a black bedspread.

She picks it up and sees it is a strangely familiar cloak. She nuzzles the cool
cloth and inhales deeply the scent of exotic spice and savage male.

The morning sunlight casts light and shadow through the lace curtains over the
life-sized cut-out across the room. The fiery eyes seem somehow...more feral.

The powerful combination of scent and sight stirs her blood with memories of the
night. It is a combination she dreamt of. A low growl comes from the far
corner of the room...

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