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Second chances
by Caz
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What was wrong with her!? Natalie Portman had been sitting in her room with tears streaming down her face, staring at the one and only private, and very personal photograph of herself and Hayden Christensen. A photograph from ages ago, when they'd first become a couple. A photograph that told a whole story. A photograph that she treasured, still.
A photograph that had finally broken through her very carefully placed blockade. The one that held her true feelings away. Feelings that she hated denying. She cried harder still, unable to hold back the choking sobs, her trembling voice bouncing around the silent room, because last night, she'd done something worse. Much worse, and she was certain that she wasn't going to be able to look Hayden straight in the eye ever again.
As tears still cascaded down her face, strangely Natalie couldn't stop the chuckle that bubbled up, a chuckle of shame and stupidity. Lord, did she get drunk in that bar. So drunk that she didn't even remember Hayden carrying her out, much to George Lucas's, and many others, amusement.
That night, drunk out of her mind, Natalie had come on strong to her saviour, so strong that instead of being horrified at what she was doing, Hayden had allowed her to make a total and utter fool of herself.
He had vividly remembered the tongue that she had trailed along his earlobe. The kiss that she had placed tenderly upon his cheek, and then upon his unresisting mouth. Hands that had threaded through his soft hair, around to his jawline, slipping a fingertip in between his lips, creating a tidal wave of longing that he thought he'd long ago subdued.
But it had been the hushed words that had slipped past her lips that he remembered most. The same words that had been spoken numerous times in playful jest. Or in his dreams when he had been carried away by the vividness that the dream had given him, forcing him to acknowledge that Natalie was more than the friend that she steadfastly only acknowledged. His dreams allowed her to be more than that. His dreams allowed his silent yearnings to be fulfilled.
That was until she'd gotten drunk.
And then, in that drunken moment of madness, she had let her guard down and allowed Hayden to see the real her. She had told Hayden, with words, and her heart, that she had loved him, and the kiss that had followed, had fatefully sealed it.
After Hayden had left her on the bed in her hotel room, tucking her beneath the comforter that lay on top, Natalie had slept the sleep of the dead, waking in the morning more than worse for the wear. And then she had showered and eaten, somewhat gingerly, and had been surprised when her door chime had sounded.
She assumed it was Hayden, coming to tease her about her conduct, offering his sympathy at the headache that he'd know she'd have. But when she admitted him and saw his face, it became painfully clear that it was neither.
Natalie felt his fear and confusion, saw it in his eyes, and the way he held her gaze as he tried to voice what was on his mind. She watched him struggle for a short while, until her own suspense and embarrassment at his close scrutiny got the better of her and she blurted with nervous laughter, "What?"
She saw the dismay her single word created, and it dimly registered that whatever Hayden was about to ask was important. Important enough for him to try and hide how her one word had affected him.
He failed.
She watched him swallow as he continued to stand and watch her. Occasionally unable to hold her gaze, his eyes drifted off to somewhere else within the room. But only for a second. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from her and each time they came back to her, they were suspiciously brighter and Natalie was sure he was on the verge of tears.
Tears!?
Scared, Natalie pushed herself to a stand, and walked towards him, the questions in her eyes, the pleading to understand what was wrong etched upon her features. Coming to a halt before him, she swallowed nervously and asked again, the smile gone, replaced with dread. "What's wrong Hayden? Tell me."
Looking deep into her eyes, he at last murmured, "You don't remember, do you?"
Natalie hated saying, 'no' to him when it was painfully obvious that whatever had happened was vitally important, not only to him, but to, 'them'. Her eyes pleaded with him to understand as she whispered, "Tell me, Hayden. Tell me what happened last night...please."
He had stepped slowly towards her, his eyes never leaving hers until he stopped close enough to her for her smell his aftershave. Close enough to reach up and kiss him, if she'd chosen to. Close enough to see how her response would affect him.
His voice was low when he spoke, "You said you loved me, Natalie. You kissed me, and nuzzled my ear, and you whispered that you loved me." Slowly lifting his arm, he placed one hand tenderly upon the swell of her breast, feeling her pounding heart beneath his fingertips.
Looking deep into her very soul, he brokenly whispered, "You let me in here, Natalie, and I saw."
His eyes shone with joy at what her moment of madness had revealed. He touched his lips lightly to hers, his wondrous newly found knowledge fluttering between them like a precious secret unveiled, and he couldn't help whispering with awe again, "I saw."
Her hushed, "Oh, my God..." resounded around them both, locking them in a whirlwind of emotions that climbed and soared, tumbled and screamed. Tore each others hearts out as the impact of, not only his admission, but hers, sent them both into an instant that they both wished they could replay it with different words.
What could she say? Could she say, 'Yes, yes, its true, I love you, Hayden.'? Or, 'Do you feel the same way. Can we become lovers again?' ?
She said, "I...I was drunk, Hayden."
Stupid! stupid! STUPID!
It was stupid because the moment the words had left her lips, Hayden dropped his arm like he'd been burnt, and then had turned and left her standing in the centre of her room feeling as devastated as he.
And now as she'd wallowed in her own hand-made agony she knew the man along the corridor was hurting even more. Natalie begged and prayed for God, or George, or anyone! to whizz back time and let her put things right, just for a moment; That moment when she'd said, 'I was drunk, Hayden'.
Just one moment.
She began to cry again, letting the tears fall free and unfettered. It felt good to cry, feeling the weeks of misery pour from her aching soul, not knowing if this was the end. Not even knowing if it was the beginning, and when the door had chimed, she didn't care who was on the other side, nor did she care if they saw her at her worst.
And she was at her worst. She knew it, and so did her friend, Callie when the vibrant red-head had admitted herself moments later. But her friend hadn't spoken, nor hadn't called her the worst of cowards. Or said, 'There, there, tell me all about it'. Callie did nothing more than sit beside her, pull her into her arms and hold her.
It was all Natalie had needed; the comfort of someone who cared. Someone who truly didn't understand the depth of her love. Deep enough so that it had shone through enough for Hayden to catch a glimpse of it and cling on to it for dear life, hoping above all hopes that it had opened up the doorway to her heart long enough for him to slip inside and remind her that he was there, waiting for her.
Waiting for her.
Waiting for her.
And she had been waiting for him.
She had been waiting for him and it had taken a drunken moment to finally open her heart and let him take a peek inside, and then had passed out and forgotten every word she'd said.
But Hayden hadn't.
Hayden hadn't.
She still had a chance.
Didn't she?
It was a long time before Callie released her friend long enough to move away and look into Natalie's puffy, red eyes, tenderness making her own blue eyes shine with compassion, "You okay?"
Immediately Natalie's eyes watered again, but this time she managed a watery smile, forcing a lone teardrop to slide down her cheek "No, I'm not, but I will be, soon."
Callie's brow creased with puzzlement, but with that puzzlement there was a hint of hope, "Are you going to see Hayden?"
Natalie nodded vigorously, another teardrop that had formed fell free, its path rapidly making a trail to her chin. Natalie swiped it away with a trembling hand, her eyes tenderly falling to the photograph still tightly clutched in her hand, "Yes, I am. It's time to let him see and feel the real me, only this time, Callie, I'll be stone cold sober."
Chapter two
"I demand another chance, Hayden"
Hayden stared at the tiny tornado who stood before him with her hands on her hips, with fire in her heart and passion blazing in her eyes, with nothing less than shocked surprise across his handsome features.
Desire sparked between the pair, the air static with barely curbed anger, hunger, hope and love. But Hayden wasn't ready to let Natalie get away with her earlier heart-shattering confession quite so easily.
Not yet.
His blue eyes glinted as he took the same stance as she, towering over her like a sentinel about to devour her whole, staring down into her upturned face, and it was suddenly then, ironically, Hayden realized just how short Natalie was. Short but perfect, for him. "Give me one good reason why I should, Nat."
Her eyes widened with shock, her surprise clogging her throat with pain as her arms slipped straight and hung limply at her sides, and she found herself gurgling with dismay and disbelief, "What!?"
The only time Natalie had seen Hayden's face turn sinister was when he was faced with someone, or something he didn't like. He was looking at her now in the same way as he began to prowl around her, his body rigid with barely suppressed tension, his words were laced with mockery,
"What did you expect, Natalie. That I would be grateful that you've come to me? That I would say all is forgiven and forgotten?" He asked, bitterly, and then snorted derisively, "Well I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't forget that easily, not when it comes to us."
Natalie's heart hurt as it thumped against her rib cage. She wanted to cry. God, she wanted to cry, but not now, not when her future depended on making Hayden see reason. He was being a stubborn bully, but she wasn't giving up yet.
Surely he must have understood her dilemma. He'd been drunk before, he had to know how she was feeling and how easy it was to say things that you might not have meant to say. How easy it was to forget those things. She was damned if she was going to apologise for something that she had no recall of.
Hayden watched the play of emotions flicker across Natalie's beautiful face, and he was silently sorry for doing what he was doing to her more than she'd ever know. Pride was standing in the way of reaching out and pulling her into his empty arms. Pride and a perverse longing to hear her utter the words and open her heart like she had when he'd carried her in his arms last night.
He had to hear her say it again. It was a matter of life or death for him. Knowing Natalie felt the same way about him as he felt for her was as paramount as being the best damn actor for George. And the woman before him had helped him achieve that excellence. She had brought out the best in him. She had brought emotions that he'd never even remotely experienced before, and he'd quickly realized that it was because he'd cared for her, far more than he'd ever cared for anyone before.
More than cared.
The intimate memory of her in his arms last night twisted his loins and he quietly groaned. But the groan was loud enough for Natalie to pick up the carnality within it, the pain. Her tongue snaked out and she licked her suddenly parched lips, watching Hayden's eyes suffuse with desire at the innocent action.
This was her chance.
Stepping towards him, Natalie put herself close enough for him to reach out and touch her, if he so cared to. Turning her face up towards his, she pleaded, "I can't apologise for what I don't remember, Hayden, but please give me a chance to put things right." She took a deep breath. "I want a second chance, and I'm going to take it."
Hayden drowned in her molten gaze, not helping himself as he drew himself flush against her small frame. He wanted her to see how important the next few minutes would affect him, and he wanted to be close enough to reap the euphoria he knew he was about to feel.
Reaching up, Hayden tenderly took hold of her fingers, lacing them, locking them together, just in case something went drastically wrong so he could hold on to her, to stop her fleeing from him. Taking an even deeper breath, he whispered, "Okay, you have your chance."
Without breaking her gaze, Natalie removed one of her hands from his and placed it upon his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong and true and Hayden felt it pounding against her palm, feeling it's power, feeling it's love.
Unchallenged, her other hand begged for release and meandered up to his thick corded neck. Pulling his head down to hers, her open mouth reached for his to meet in a kiss that told Hayden how much she ached for him. But his ached as much, she could feel it in the way he trembled within her arms. They were hurting each other but neither could understand why.
Breathlessly breaking away but not releasing her hold, Natalie searched his heavy eyes as they slowly opened, the darkened pools mirroring what she hoped he could see in her own eyes.
Natalie needed him to see her, and needed him to feel the honesty in her words as she spoke. "I love you, Hayden." she whispered, sure and true.
Seeing what he searched for within her eyes, Hayden lovingly touched her mouth with a feather-light kiss and pulled her body closer to his, letting her feel how much her words, her kisses, and her declaration meant to him, silently needing and begging for more.
Somehow his hand moved from her heart to the soft mound of her breast, and she strained against the pressure, her own body crying out for him to accept and take what she was offering.
Hayden nuzzled against her throat, trailing his tongue up its slender length, continuing over her chin until meeting her open mouth again. But before the urgency to kiss her took over, he moaned, "Let me in, Natalie. Let me see what I saw again."
Their tongues met in a collision that eventually left them gasping for air and whimpering, but Natalie tore her mouth away and Hayden, panting with exertion, searched her eyes questioningly, the question dying on his lips when he saw the look upon her elfin face.
Reaching both hands into Hayden's hair, Natalie tightened her grip on the silky mass, holding his head firm. Time came to a standstill as Natalie's eyes locked with his. Blue against brown. Man against woman.
Hayden felt his entire body and mind taken over by the woman in his arms. An invisible force seemingly appeared and surrounded the lovers, imprisoning them within its arms, holding them close, letting its power transcend them to another time, another place, another existence. One they both knew. One they both remembered.
Even though the room disappeared and they let desire fill their minds, the silence engulfed them like a blanket, pulling them together. Holding them closer, fusing them into a oneness once more.
Over time, they had grown stronger, and wiser. The need to be lovers had slipped to the back of their minds, along with the desire to control their destinies. For the moment that Natalie had opened her heart to Hayden again, destiny itself had taken its own control.
As he gripped her buttocks, lifting her so that he could gyrate against her, Hayden gasped against Natalie's lips as his entire being became suffused with her, her own sharp intake of breath was swallowed with his as they clung to one another as they became drenched in the sexual intensity that had driven them to this point, bringing them both to their knees with the power of the two desires.
Natalie's head fell against Hayden's chest as they both struggled to reign in what had happened between them. Hayden cradled her small head against his pounding heart, knowing that her own was thumping in unison with his and as equally erratic.
Natalie pulled away from his sweat-ladened body far enough to look into Hayden's face, watching the tiny beads of perspiration trail down his face knowing that her own mirrored his, along with the wanton thoughts, along with the acceptance and the honour of being given another chance.
Trailing a long nail down Hayden's chest, catching a tiny nipple on its descent, Natalie smiled seductively into Hayden's smouldering eyes, "So, are we going to complete this union on my carpet, or are you going to take me to bed like a proper gentleman?"
And as Hayden took her shoulder and pushed her into the plush, fibre's of the maroon carpet, laying prone along her body, he growled possessively as his mouth descended towards hers once more, but then grimaced as his knees chafed, sending a shard of pain through his legs. "Whoever told you I was a gentleman has obviously never seen a Christensen in love, but this time, I want you in my bed not on a hard floor."
Natalie grinned like a Cheshire cat as he deftly scooped her up and hurried into his bedroom, quickly resuming the same position that they'd been a few moments ago, his grateful knees sinking into satin, rather than carpet. "You're in love with me!?" she asked suggestively.
Hayden grinned lopsidedly, his hand already reaching for the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head in one, fell swoop. "You need proof, huh?"
Natalie gurgled with delight, relishing the happiness that surrounded them both now that things were in the open. Now that things were as they should be. "Yes, please."
Finally, at last, Hayden's mouth touched hers at the same time his hands tore away the last scraps of clothing and then reached for her silky thighs, spreading them wider so that he could place his own body in between them. Then he slowly edged into her. Tearing himself away from her begging mouth, Hayden shifted her legs so that her ankles sat upon his shoulders, and then he gave her all the proof she needed.
He was thick, and rock hard; sheer solid muscle, and Natalie felt him push into her every centimetre of the way, and with each centimetre, Natalie felt her walls tighten and tighten until she felt that he was going to tear her apart. It was an exquisite angle to make love; watching his eyes dilate with raw need as he watched her own body tremble as he filled her.
Natalie's breath caught in her throat as he reached down, grabbed her hips and thrust himself into her so hard that she felt him painfully hit her womb. The sensation was incredible, and she needed it again; to know that he'd reached the very core of her, in every sense. It was mind blowing.
Hayden grinned sadistically as he watched Natalie's eyes roll, the gasp leaving her lungs when he pushed himself in as far as he could go. He felt her inner walls grab his cock and knew it was with pain, a pain that was weirdly enjoyable for her. He pulled back a fraction and thrust again, managing to emit that same reaction and he felt himself harden even more so, amazed that it was even possible.
She was incredible. She was gorgeous. She was his, he crowed silently as he pounded into her, over and over again, his eyes wallowing in the sight of her as she trembled before him, her slim body rocking back and forth with each thrust. Her arms flailed everywhere and anywhere as she grasped for something - anything, and nothing as her head tossed and turned against the snowy white pillow. The tiny gasps soon turned into guttural moans and as he felt her body begin to stiffen, tightening against him even more, Hayden reached beneath her and lifted her butt off the bed.
He felt his balls tighten as his orgasm began to take him over. He was near, so near and he quickened his pace, managing to get even deeper still with the new position. Deeply aware of how it was going to feel when Hayden exploded within her, Natalie began to whimper and her eyes fixed upon his as she waited for not only her own release, but his too, and a second later, it came. They both came.
Natalie felt the heat of his seed pump into her; his cock pulsating in unison with her own climax. Dragging the last ethereal moment out for as long as he could, he pulled up her up tight against his body as he arched his spine and let his head fall back as the pain and the euphoria of the union exploded within him and a howl of pure adrenalin and satisfaction left his lungs.
Slowly, Hayden lifted his head to gaze at the spent woman before him. Tears streamed from her eyes and ran into the hair at her temples and for a heart-stopping moment, he thought he'd hurt her. Really hurt her. He knew he'd been rough, but, God, he couldn't help himself with her. What she did to his insides, and to his head was nothing short of torture, and he loved every blessed minute of it.
But he relaxed when he saw the tentative and loving smile upon her face and he soon echoed it upon his own face and he leaned down and pressed her lips to his, releasing a deep, shuddering breath.
Natalie's own sigh mingled with his when she realized that she had succeeded with her plan. With his body still between her knees, although she had dropped her feet back onto the bed's soft surface, she moved her hands to cup his jaw, tearing his lips from hers so that she could see his face.
Breathing heavy as she struggled to catch her spent breath, she whispered to her soulmate, "Am I forgiven?"
Touching his mouth briefly to hers again, as he settled his long frame against her willing and open body, his own responding instantly as his hardening cock searched for her hot and moistened entrance, he murmured, his voice alive with devilry, "Maybe, but I think I might need a little more persuading..."End...
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