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The War (In The Beginning)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 16007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author's Note: I don't know if very many read the last chapter cos it doesn't look like it, but this is the last chapter for a couple of weeks because I am going on vacation. I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter Ten

Sunshine blazed through the bedroom window, its heat intensified by its pass through the glass, to fall in a bright spotlight on the still form crumpled in the middle of the bed. A persistent tinny melody tingled from the bedside table and finally Natalie stirred, her eyes blinking open in confusion. For a few seconds she lay still trying to figure out what the offensive sound was. Realizing it was her cell phone she pushed herself up and groped for it, flicking it on with one hand, pushing the heavy curtain of her hair off her face with the other.

“Hello, beautiful!” The voice on the other end greeted, its timbre low and teasing.

For a moment her heart faltered, then resumed with a dragging beat as it registered Michael’s voice. Blinking hard a couple more times she yawned and returned the greeting.

“I know it’s still early, but let’s go have breakfast and do something before I have to get to the airport,” he coaxed.

Natalie frowned and kept the resigned sigh from escaping.

“Natalie, are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here. I have to get a shower first, so how about giving me an hour to get ready?” Natalie fought to keep the listless note out of her answer.

“I’ll be there in an hour,” Michael promised, the smile in his voice evident.

His goodbye never reached her ears because she cut the call too quickly. In the middle of the bed she sat, her shoulders hunched and defeated. Her brain asserted itself, sending signals to remind her of the past night and the present. Eyes clouded with misery and dull with unwanted memory fell upon a pillow streaked with marks of mascara where she had thrown herself and cried during the night. The sight shook her and she looked down and found herself still clothed in her dress. A moue of distaste pursed her lips and with a tired push she forced herself off the bed and into the bathroom where the mirror reflected a miserable Natalie, eyes empty and racooned with mascara, lips chewed and ravished from her teeth. Tears pricked at her lids but she held them in and turned her back concentrating on the shower instead.

Standing naked in her bedroom, Natalie considered her wardrobe, the ends of her hair dripping cold water down her back. With a sigh she marched back into the bathroom and grabbed her hairdryer.

“You’re pathetic, Natalie, snap out of it,” she grumbled in an attempt to snap herself out of the funk. When it didn’t work, she blinked back more tears and again styled her hair into the one eyed sweep for a much needed confidence booster.

In the bedroom she surveyed her naked body, mentally comparing it to the busty, leggy form of Desiree. Hesitant and unsure, her hands slid over her shoulders, her breasts and down her waist and hips to finish at her thighs. Slender, maybe too slender, she considered, but her waist dipped before the gentle flare of her hips and made she considered her almost boyish figure womanly. The figure still held a feminine curve but she frowned at the slightness of her breasts. The voice of her mother flitted through her mind and a tiny smile touched her lips.

“Honey, you are proportioned perfectly for your body type,” her mom’s voice reminded her. “And when you’re older you will be thanking your lucky stars that they aren’t weighed down by the large boobs of those bombshells out there. You can go without a bra and never worry about it. And when you’re sixty they’ll still be pretty much in the same place.”

Natalie sent a silent thank you to her mom then thought about what to wear. Finally, she chose a faded, worn, but comfortable pair of jeans and a velvety wine colored smock that fell off the shoulders. Feeling more like her old self she slipped her feet into sandals and rustled through her cosmetics to repair the ravages of a restless night.

Finished, she grabbed her purse and with a satisfied nod noticed she still had fifteen minutes to spare so wandered into the living room and plopped onto the couch. Idly, she picked up a magazine and leafed through it. The middle of the magazine flopped open and she started in unwanted surprise as Hayden’s somber, sexy stare met hers. The carefully corralled memory filled her setting her heart rolling in its cage with a frantic bump. Unable to look away she turned the page and found him staring at her again with a questioning wrinkle on his forehead. He looked good in the clothes. More than good. He presented the side of him no one else but her knew existed, sexy, deep and a little dark.

The question pinging at the fringes of her mind sidled past the barrier she had erected.

Did he spend the night with her? Natalie wondered, the thought so painful she held her breath to stop the sudden twinge. Desiree had made no secret of the fact that she not only wanted it, but also expected it. Even the gaping dress exposing glimpses of her large rosy nipples had been planned. Natalie wasn’t stupid. Hayden had complained about Desiree groping him, but did he complain late last night? Had Desiree’s groping gotten to him?

Natalie ripped the page with a vicious twist, tearing it in the process. The picture on the next page split down the middle but tears blurred the images as if to ease the ache. In it Hayden lay on his side in the sand, a blonde, leggy model, too reminiscent of Desiree lying on her belly, her bikini bottom barely covering her rear, and no top to mar the line of her back. Jealousy bubbled up her throat, the acid burning and bitter. Natalie shut her eyes, but two tears squeezed out and slipped down her cheeks in solitary tracks.

I don’t want this! She shouted silently. I don’t want to feel like this!

Amazed, she concentrated on the pain, examining it as if it were a newfound scientific discovery. Never in her life had jealousy played much of a part. Envy, a little; coveting, one minor episode; but jealousy? Now that it had introduced itself to her she feared it would never give her any peace. But did she have the guts to speak to Hayden? Teeth gnawed at her bottom lip as she mulled over the times he had been forced to endure seeing her with Michael. If he had felt even a minute sense of the slashing pain that carved into her now…Shame tinged her cheeks at her callous disregard for his feelings. So worried about how Michael would feel when he was so undeserving of this treatment, she had completely blocked out Hayden’s reactions.

Bolting upright, she let the magazine fall to the carpet and grabbed the purse. I have to go see him and straighten this out, she fretted, opening her cell phone to call him. He’s got to be home. Please let him be home and not with her!

The phone rang once, twice. A knock at the door jarred her thoughts. Michael! She had completely forgotten! Hastily, she flipped the phone back severing the call and with a deep breath and a plastic smile pinned to her lips went to answer the door.

Hayden raised a groggy head at the phone’s buzz and fumbled for the phone just as it stopped. Sleepy-eyed he looked at the screen, Natalie’s number chasing the cobwebs away. It was only 8am and she was calling already. Sitting up, the sheet fell to his waist and he flipped his phone open and called back, but got her voice mail.

“Great,” he muttered and flopped backwards onto the mattress, one hand rubbing at his face. She must be with Michael, he guessed and snuggled down into the covers. Michael had to be at the airport in three hours, provided he didn’t decide to stay another week!

The thought ripped a growl from him and he threw back the covers and stalked to the bathroom, images of Natalie’s stunning beauty from the night before plastered all over his mind. A soft curse whispered past his lips. Life would be a lot simpler if he could just find someone else whom he found as beautiful and enticing as she. But he didn’t want anyone else and now he was beginning to think he never had. Sex with her was amazing. It would be phenomenal if she surrendered to her emotions. When she curled into him and wrapped around him, her hips rolling invitingly up to his…

“Hayden, don’t do this to yourself,” he ordered the advice to his image in the mirror. “Why can’t you just keep your heart out of this?”

It was easier said than done. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Natalie and his body hardened in frustrated need. He didn’t care if he’d used ‘the groper’, or if he was in the process of callously cutting the boyfriend out of Nat’s life, he was going to do whatever it took and if his conscience tried to put a guilt trip on him, he’d cut it out, too. Appeased with his decision he decided on a shower. Impatience nipped at him, but he accepted the fact that he would have to wait until early afternoon to see her. His loins stirred at the thought. In a few hours, after a week of denial, she would be his again.

“I wish you could go to the gate with me and wait,” Michael sighed, lifting Natalie’s hand from the steering wheel and kissing it.

“You know I can’t do that,” Natalie forced a smile.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t wish it,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows in a leer. Leaning towards her he added, “And I also know that you don’t want to get out of this car and make a spectacle of us saying goodbye.”

With that he pressed his lips against hers and slid his tongue against her lips. A shudder of revulsion slithered up her spine and he mistook it for one of desire, a signal to push deeper. Sliding his tongue deep, Michael cradled the back of her head and moaned softly, feeling his body leap at the contact. A carefully placed hand wedged between them and pushed. Reluctantly, he pulled away ending the kiss with a loud smack.

“Now, that,” Michael breathed a little heavily, “is what I call a goodbye kiss!” Natalie just stared, her stomach threatening to heave. “When you’re back in New York we’ll talk about this. It’s obvious we are ready to take the next step in our relationship. I have had such a wonderful time being with you.” His hand slid to cup her cheek. “And I want to be with you. Just one kiss is enough to make my body go haywire.”

“Michael,” Natalie choked, her face flaming red, “there’s something…”

Behind them a car honked impatiently. Natalie jumped and Michael grimaced.

“All right, all right!” Michael scowled. Grabbing her head again he pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “We’ll save it for New York,” he promised. “I’ll call you when I land.”

In moments, he jumped out of the front seat, fished his suitcase out of the back and waved to her once, a satisfied grin lighting his face, before he turned and walked away. Natalie slumped into her seat, her hands tightening in a death grip on the steering wheel as she watched his tall, dark form disappear into the crowd. She could admit he was nice, he was handsome, he was interesting…but she could also admit that he did absolutely nothing for her. Not anymore. Hayden’s face popped into her mind and her heart leaped with anticipation. Without thinking she eased the car away from the curb and out of the airport area, heading it in his direction. The dilemma with Michael could wait. For now, all she could think about, all her body could think about was getting to Hayden. The fact that he might be with Desiree, or not even be home could not deter her. She had to get to him.

The sound of tires in the driveway lured Hayden to the window a satisfied smirk tilting his lips at the sight. In response, his body tightened, hardened in expectation. Soon, he promised soothingly to his body, very soon.

A series of raps battered the door, but Hayden stood still in the living room, hands on hips, head tilted towards the ceiling. He sucked in deep drafts of air. The knocks rapped again. When he remained quiet they pounded. Satisfied, he dropped his hands to his side and strolled to the door.

Bruised, pained eyes the color of dark chocolate met his in silent accusation and question. In spite of his inclination to stay firm, his mouth tightened at the misery twisting her lips. A heavy sigh urged its way up his throat but he pushed it down, not willing to give her any advantage. Stealth was his best approach. This time she had come to him. The trap had been set.

“Come in,” Hayden stepped back, giving her room to enter.

Natalie’s heart burst into gasping, stuttering tattoos at the first sight of him. Hair tousled, eyes sleepy, shirtless and sweats hanging low on his hips, Hayden managed to steal her breath. Even the lack of a smile, the lowered brows above gleaming eyes caused her to tremble. A million questions of how to deal with him assaulted her brain leaving her with no opening line.

The door clicked shut quietly and Natalie turned to look at Hayden lounging against the door, arms crossed over his chest, the stance unnerving her. Unable to help herself, she crossed her own arms over her chest, but where his body language shouted with aggression, hers cowered with defensiveness.

The soft faded jeans clung lovingly to her slender legs, the velvety wine colored shirt hinting at what lay beneath, hidden from his eyes, but the bare pale shoulders begged to be touched. The heavy curtain of her hair fell over one eye and he watched her push it back only to have it fall again. His gut clenched at the sight of her, but his resolve to stick with the battle plan held firm.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, pushing away from the door and advancing into the living room.

Natalie forced her arms to her sides and shifted. “I came to see you.”

“And where’s the gallant Michael?”

“Where’s the groper, Desiree?”

Hayden shrugged. “Beats me.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

His eyes widened. It was unexpected and he snorted a laugh. “What does it matter?”

“Answer me!” Natalie marched up to him, her eyes narrowing.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“You know the answer to that already,” she spat at him.

“Do I?”

“Yes!” She spun away from him and paced distance between them before whirling again. “I have not slept with him. Ever!”

“Well, according to most of the crew he has calmed you down. Made you happier, I think was the consensus,” he drawled, his eyes burning into hers.

“What?” Natalie blinked, caught off guard. “Where did they get that idea?”

Hayden rolled his eyes. “Because he stayed by your side every free moment you had! Plus, you’re a first rate actress. Nat, just how dense are you? Didn’t last night tell you anything?”

Her lips parted to exhale a defeated sigh. Looking up at him through her lashes, she murmured, “I never meant to make you feel that way.”

“What way?” Hayden prompted, hands sliding to cup his hips. He watched her eyes follow the movement then drop to study the floor.

“The way you made me feel last night.”

“You didn’t enjoy the double date?” He asked, allowing a note of sarcastic incredulity sharpen his voice.

Natalie’s head jerked up, her eyes flaring to angry topaz. “You know I didn’t! How could you bring her into this! She’s the one you didn’t want to take my place! She has no business in this!”

“And Michael does?” A brow arched at her.

Her face flamed in guilt. “No…no, he doesn’t. I admit it. But he’s innocent, Hayden. He was in it before we even got involved. I worried too much about hurting him and I hurt you instead. I didn’t realize…I’m sorry.” Worried she studied his blank expression.

“So…you didn’t like seeing me with her?”

“I don’t like seeing you with anyone!” Natalie’s temper spiked spilling out the admission before she could bite it back.

Stepping up to him, she lifted her head, eyes glittering like diamonds. Hayden looked closely at the brilliance and found the glitter of unshed tears. It almost melted him, but at the last moment he hardened his heart.

“Did you tell him?” Hayden’s voice dropped into a whisper, the sound tingling down her spine. When she didn’t answer he shook his head and looked away. “Why not?”

“I tried to,” Natalie explained, wishing he would look at her, “but then he started going on about how happy he was and how good things were and when I started to speak a car behind us started honking and then he jumped out of the car and was gone.”

Hayden’s eyes speared through her and her heart quailed at the perturbed glare.

“You didn’t try hard enough then.”

Natalie gazed up at him, her face blanching at the cold, stony expression. Everything he had suffered gazed back at him. His eyes dropped to her lips and noticed the tempting red and juicy lips, and a desire to taste them accosted him. It seemed as if it had been a million years ago….

“I promise I’ll tell him it’s over,” she entreated, her voice a soft lure.

The plea sung of defeat. Hayden held his breath and watched her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her, his body taut with the flush of imminent victory.

“When?”

Natalie swallowed, and she sagged a little at the flames flaring in the depths of blue.

“As soon as I see him again,” she promised.

“No. Call him. I don’t want you to see him.”

“That would be cruel, Hayden.”

“I don’t care. You have to make up your mind.”

“It’s made.”

“Don’t see him.”

Natalie shivered at the warning command delivered in a threatening rasp. A cold finger skidded up her spine and she stared helplessly at him.

“And,” Hayden continued, his arms grasping her elbows and tugging her close, “tell him I’m your lover.”

Lover. The word uttered from his lips awakened every nerve ending she possessed. An inferno melted her core into a molten flow of need. Her body initiated the process of softening to accept the solid proof of his words, its aching to have him delving into the marrow of her bones. As if it recognized the truth of his words, it submitted to his command in a blinding flash of need.

“Lover,” she whispered, the word falling from her lips in dazed fascination, her tongue savoring the taste of it as it had the first time she’d tested the word a few weeks ago.

“Say it,” he urged, dipping his head close enough for his lips to barely brush hers, but far enough to still search her eyes. “Tell me who I am…who you are.”

“Did you sleep with her?” Natalie’s breath heated his lips.

“Of course not. Why would I want cubic zirconium when I have the Hope diamond?”

Instead of touching her lips, his mouth moved to kiss the curve of her bared shoulder, the caress leaving a moist trail to her neck, the lazy suction causing her head to fall to the side to give him room. As if he had all the time in the world, he worked his way over the delicate skin until he reached her ear and placed a kiss just under it.

Hayden’s face swam before her again, his eyes filling her vision. “Tell me,” his voice urged.

“I’m your lover,” she whispered. His hands slid under her shirt to splay across the sensitive skin below her breasts. Her breath hitched and her heart tumbled into her belly. “You’re my lover.” A growl snarled up her throat. “Mine.”

The word dripped of possession. Hayden rewarded the claim with an erotic dart of his tongue between the seam of her lips. Before she could open to him, it darted away again, only to flick back out in a teasing game of advance and retreat. Her breathing quickened and aggravated by even the slightest physical distance she sunk her fingers into his hair and pulled his head down. Her lips parted as his tongue snaked out again and she trapped him in her mouth.

An evil chuckle vibrated his vocal chords and his hands slipped higher until his thumbs found the hardened tips of her breasts. They brushed lightly, then with more force, manipulating them in slow, lazy circles. Natalie’s lips burst from his to grab for air and he chuckled again, his thumbs continuing their sensual assault.

“Ah,” he murmured, his voice sinful and deep as he felt her breasts push into his hands, “you like that, don’t you?”

“No,” she moaned in confession, her head falling back in helpless abandon, her eyes squeezing shut to savor the electric jolts of sexual craving. “I love it.”

She sensed movement, her back meeting a wall, his knowing fingers leaving their teasing. On a fractured moan of protest she opened dilated eyes meeting the wicked, hypnotic gaze of his. Honey dripped, dampening her thighs, the insistent throb clenching them together. Hayden’s fingers grasped the material of the shirt encasing her shoulders and slowly tugged, lowering it inch by delectable inch, exposing her to his avid eyes. She watched his lips curl as her breasts were freed. His eyes lifted to hers and the sound of her gasp echoed in her ears.

“As much as you love my mouth sucking them?” And before she could form a reply from her fogged brain, his mouth drew one into its hot, wet cavern.

A cry of carnal need filled Hayden’s ears as surprisingly strong hands grabbed his head and held him close. Natalie’s body bucked at the sensation of his rhythmic suckling. Between his legs he began to pulse heavy and hard. The sight of her dazed eyes and the sound of her impassioned cries sang in his ears, his brain zinging signals to all parts of him with the command, possess and mate. Hunger swelled him and his body hummed with the eagerness to rip her clothes from her and smell the scent of her lust for him. Ancestors barked their encouragement and he released her breast only to hone in on the other one tonguing it roughly but the mewling from her let him know she wanted his roughness.

Reluctantly, he released her from his torment and he drew away feasting his eyes on the pebbled nubs glistening with his saliva clinging to them. Hayden’s eyes connected with Natalie’s for a short, blistering moment and then she was bare from the waist up, his hands making short work of the top. They pulled her from the wall and he began to back her down the hallway and into his room. The thought of having her on the carpet right there in the hall or up against the wall held its own reckless pleasure, but he wasn’t through with her just yet. He wanted her beneath him in his own bed with her juices scenting his sheets so he could breathe her in his sleep, or if the need to have her grew too unbearable and she wasn’t near he could relive this moment with her desire strong in his nostrils. The scent would compel him to touch himself and…

They were horizontal in no time. Natalie panted under him, her hips lifting, seeking his automatically. The pressure of her between his legs forced a groan from him and he glimpsed her blind siren’s smile before lowering his head back to her breasts. She jerked in response, her back trying to arch but he held her in place.

“Why would I want gravity defying fake breasts,” he referred to Desiree and lifted his head to meet Natalie’s eyes, “when yours fit my mouth perfectly and are so responsive to my tongue?”

Hayden ran a hand between her jean-encased legs the heat of her warming his hand. The heel of his hand pressed down and she shuddered then ground against him. Her head raised and she sunk her teeth into his neck the intent to mark him very clear. Fingers clawed at his back, signaling her increased frenzy and he backed away, his fingers finding the button on her jeans. He stripped them off her, a howl of lust strangling his throat as he discovered she wore no panties. In a moment his sweats were gone and he slid his fingers over the slippery apex of her thighs, the musky scent of her covering his fingers as they slipped into her heated core. The groan that broke fell from him, not her, as he tested her readiness and stroked her just enough to feel her walls grab at him with greedy tension.

“Hayden,” Natalie’s voice broke in a desperate plea and she shifted restlessly. “Please…”

“You want me?”

“Yes…” she choked.

“In you?”

In answer, her legs wrapped around his hips anchoring him to her. Hayden hoisted himself onto his forearms and positioned his aching length at her entrance. With one hand he grabbed himself and slid back and forth coating himself with her. She whimpered at the teasing contact and rasped out his name.

His body demanded he pound into her and free it from the intolerable need to spill his seed into her, but he held back and slid in slowly, focusing on the feel of her gloving around him. Halfway in he retreated and returned, then repeated. He moaned at the sensations gripping him and pushed, sheathing himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, Natalie,” he groaned into her ear shaking from the intense sensation of her walls clutching. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shuddered and clamped down on his body’s attempts to wrest control from him. “Damn it! You feel so…so…”

She moved. It was the tiniest of movements but it grazed him and they both moaned as she wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him. Unable to hold back any longer he began to thrust into her with long sliding strokes, her hips undulating helplessly, clutching for him with each glide into her. Her lips opened under his and encouraged his tongue to mimic the rhythm below. But he needed no help. Out of control now, his body raged on, its only desire to mate with her and establish his ownership of her body and soul. He was pretty sure he had her body, but her soul…

Sweat slicked their skin as they bucked faster, writhing and straining to give the other completion. Each thrust propelled a grunt from him. She whimpered and gasped and gyrated as she neared the end of her control, her nails digging into his back as she craned her neck into the mattress and splintered into a thick, liquid mass of volcanic upheaval.

Consumed, Natalie cried out as his length slid mercilessly over the sensitized button refusing to let her drop. Her head thrashed back and forth helplessly as she experienced the eruption.

“Yes, yes, yes…!”

The explosion shattered her and she shook as his passion overtook her and shot her into oblivion, all conscious thought blown away, her concentration welded on the hard contractions of her inner muscles squeezing him as he continued to batter her with the driving force of his body. Hands biting into his hips, she held him so she could frantically rub against him. Pleasure so intense that it seared her nerves flashed through her.

On a high pitch, she screamed and Hayden’s control ruptured, his hips slamming into her. Instead of throwing his head back, he curved towards her, his face burying into her neck, muffling the shout against her flesh. Fire and ice devoured him as he let go. He came hard, his energy expended in releasing all the pent up anger and frustration and need of the past week. Arms tensed around him when his body stiffened and locked.

Emptying himself with one last panting groan, Hayden collapsed, his strength depleted. Natalie grasped him to her, welcoming his weight and his hot breath blasting into her neck. Cemented to him she ran a hand down his back and up, relishing the aftermath, the feel of him still buried deep within her. Boneless and sated, she closed her eyes and savored the recovery.

When he finally managed to lift his head, Hayden pressed soft kisses to her lips, which clung and held to his. He smiled against her mouth and chuckled when she protested his drawing away. Heavy eyes opened to reveal her golden eyes and a satisfied smile painted her mouth, swollen and red from his kisses. She stretched under him like a contented cat as he ran a hand from waist to hip then cupped under her rear.

“You’re an animal,” she accused with a lazy grin as he hoisted onto his forearms.

Cocking a brow at her he retorted, “And you’re not? I think there’s a little bit of beast in both of us. I mean, who would do to me what you did to me last Sunday? I thought my head would explode from the pressure.”

“Hmm,” Natalie laughed, linking her arms around his neck. “I was mad at you. You deserved a taste of your own medicine after what you did to me at the party.”

“You loved it, didn’t you?” A smug smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. When she refused to answer he pressed on. “You came like a freight train. Admit it.”

Natalie squirmed under his questioning. “Oh, and you didn’t?”

“Oh, I freely admit it,” he shrugged with a grin. “All you have to do is smile at me and I could come, but I have to admit your little strip tease topped off by you riding me senseless has been in my dreams for many a night now.”

“You mean you haven’t jacked off all week?” Natalie teased, able to do so now that they were like this.

“I didn’t say that,” he laughed, his eyes blazing with mischief. She playfully slapped up at him and he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. “I wanted to wait for this,” he whispered down at her, his hips moving to let her know he was still embedded in her.

Natalie groaned and shifted under him. “Oh, shit…you’re still hard, aren’t you?” Hayden’s brows lifted up and down at her. “You’re insatiable!”

“Is that a complaint?” He moved against her.

“No,” she moaned, her hips tipping up to receive his slow thrust. “I want you as insatiable for me as I am for you.”

Hayden’s teeth nipped at her lips, his tongue soothing them. “Oh, I think that’s a given, Nat. That’s definitely a given.”

Natalie giggled then settled in to the slow, unhurried loving waiting for them. Time stood still as they explored one another’s body with lips and hands, the gentle friction stoking the fire little by little. Their bodies began to push more insistently, and the sighs grew into moans of appreciation, their voices hushed but demanding, speaking of things they would never have dreamed of saying to one another outside of that haven on his bed. When he slipped a finger between them to rub her, she moaned a plea to finish her.

“As you wish,” he whispered against her mouth.

And as they ascended to the dizzying heights in perfect harmony a noise infiltrated. Startled they stopped and met each other’s guilty gaze. Hayden spoke first with a sigh.

“Your phone’s ringing.”
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