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You Can't Control Destiny (Completed)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 12132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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You Can’t Control Destiny – Chapter 12

The pencil scratched a long, ugly mark across the paper as Hayden jumped at the sharp rapping on the door. He cringed, noting the angry tattoo as it continued. Sighing, he walked to the door. With his hand on the doorknob he drew in a deep breath and prepared for the worst. What he got was a gorgeous, wild-eyed brunette, topaz flecks in her beautiful eyes sparking a fiery gold. A quick perusal took in the cut off shorts and t-shirt, the bare toes curling under. He smiled. She didn’t.

“Good morning,” Hayden held the door open as she marched passed. No answer. “You’re up early. Hmm. And you don’t look happy about it.”

Natalie whirled on him as he closed the door and followed her into the room. Hayden took note of her defensive posture and the way she kept her eyes off his bare chest. She glared at him and he found her adorable.

Hayden cleared his throat. “Ready to start working or are you just going to stand there and keep shooting me with those deadly looks?”

“I’m surprised you’re even up. And alone,” Natalie snapped, tossing her head back as he stepped closer and forced her to look up at him.

“Why wouldn’t I be up?” Hayden questioned softly, using his height to intimidate her. “And why wouldn’t I be alone?”

Natalie’s gaze faltered under his relentless stare. To clear her head she backed a step away from him. “Well, considering last night…” she spat at him, struggling for control.

“Yes? What about last night?” He countered, his voice hushed and dangerous. “Are you accusing me of something?” Watching her fume through narrowed eyes he stepped away and pulled out the chair he had been sitting in when she’d knocked on the door. Folding his arms, he waited and glared back at her.

Natalie stalked over to him. “You tell me,” she countered, chest heaving in agitation. Before he could figure out her next move she straddled his lap. With one hand she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

“Ow!” Hayden grimaced and raised his blue eyes to her. “That hurt!”

“It was supposed to!”

“Why don’t you quit it and just ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“If I went home with Anna Kournikova last night,” he stated bluntly, a perverse pleasure at goading her fueling the exchange. “And if we wound up in bed together.”

Natalie’s face drained of color and she gaped at him in shock. The image in her head reappeared, the pain a red- hot poker in her chest.

“You’re jealous,” Hayden accused, still not letting her know anything. “And if you think I did something like that then you deserve to suffer over it. I’m not telling you anything.”

It took him completely by surprise when her mouth slammed down onto his in frustration and anger. But it wasn’t unwelcome. Yes, it hurt that she even thought he would do something so despicable, but he hadn’t been able to so much as kiss her in over a week and even though she had no clue it was part of what was frustrating her he knew it had been frustrating him. Careful to keep his arms defenseless at his side, he allowed her to pry his mouth open and slide her tongue across his. A hot rush of blood boiled along his veins while she kissed him with those full, soft lips that knew just how to drive him insane. When a low, throaty growl of pleasure crawled up his throat her fingers slid into his hair and held him still while she swallowed the noise.

Dizzy from lack of air in his lungs and blood in his brain Hayden thought he might pass out, but suddenly Natalie tore her mouth from his. Panting, dragging air into their lungs they stared hard into one another’s eyes. Then, Hayden smirked.

Infuriated, Natalie leaned back and whipped her shirt over her head. As Hayden’s mouth dropped open she attacked again. She pulled him against her and wrapped her arms around his neck. When her lips sucked on his again her hips ground down. Unable to help himself his hands glided up and down her back, familiarizing him again with the wonderful texture of her skin. Sometimes his hands stopped moving and pressed her against him.

Natalie’s lips slid slowly over his, darts of sensation prickling along her spine. A moan vibrated against her mouth and she grinned wickedly to herself. The intent had changed the instant he’d smirked at her and he deserved to be tortured. Slowly she kissed her way across his cheek and nipped his earlobe. Under her hips he shifted restlessly. She loved the feel of him moving under her even though he tried to stay still. As her tongue delved into his ear his hips bucked under her, his hands gripping her hips and pushing her down on him. Over and over her tongue moved, his agonized groan receiving no mercy. An evil laugh breatheto hto his ear. One small hand moved between their bodies and rubbed the hard ridge that pressed achingly against his jeans. Hayden’s breath sucked in when her hand continued to slide back and forth with slow, languid strokes. Her name hissed between his lips at the same time her hand found the button on his jeans. Lingering a moment it moved back to the bulge with a caressing glide.

Hayden groaned when she continued to tease him. His teeth sank into her neck to stifle his noise and Natalie tilted her head allowing him access. The sound of her smug chuckle incensed him. A hand groped into her hair and tugged her head back. The action pushed her chest out exposing her breasts to the torture of his lips and tongue. As he licked and suckled the nipples into tight buds, the guttural moans of arousal begged for more. Natalie shuddered against him and he smiled against her nipple. But her hand never faltered. Frustrated he buried his face between her breasts, reaching for some level of sanity. Gently, she tugged his head back, her eyes glittering with purpose.

“Beg,” she whispered, slowing the movement of her hand. Dumbfounded, he stared back. “Beg,” she repeated the command.

Now where is she taking this, he thought and wondered if he’d handed her a little too much control. Her hand moved harder against him. Hayden grunted and attempted to slow his ragged breathing.

“Beg.”

Mentally he shrugged. Ok, I’ll play, because if I don’t….”Uunnhh!” he choked as her hand stroked faster. …Oh boy, if I don’t, he continued in his mind, you’re going to torture me until I go crazy. “Please.”

The deep voice pitched lower under the pressure of her hand’s movement. It resonated up Natalie’s back and she shivered against him. “You are not being fair,” he complained in a gasp as her tongue touched his ear. He groaned in sweet agony. “I can’t hang on much lon…ger.”

The source of his torture ceased and returned to the button on his jeans. Deftly, the button came undone, the zipper rasping down slowly. Hayden gulped down the lump in his throat. She slid off his lap and he had a full, enticing view of her as she unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. The tiny white silk underwear left little to the imagination but he didn’t get long to ogle her in them. In one smooth movement, she stepped out of them, too.

She pulled him to stand and he lost his jeans and boxers to her quick hands before she pushed him back down. Speechless, he held his breath as she knelt before him and parted his knees. Holding his gaze she gave him a tiny smile as she placed a hand on each knee and slid them up his thighs. When her head lowered slowly Hayden froze. Disbelief crossed his handsome face and he clamped his lips between his teeth.

Warm and wet, her lips slid over the head of his shaft, pulling him into her mouth. Afraid of explg org or dying of a coronary he gripped the seat and began a fervent prayer for help. When her lips sucked him in deeper and he felt her tongue’s caress he cried out. His head tilted back as her lips slid up and back down in a steady rhythm. Colors popped behind his eyes while her lips and tongue proceeded to drive him slowly out of his mind. Of their own accord his fingers slid into her silky hair, tightening on her scalp. In spite of telling himself not to, the urge to release galloped forward. He opened his eyes to take his other senses away but they fell on what she was doing to him. How was she able to take him all the way into her mouth? He was suffering in Hell, or going to heaven. He wasn’t sure which but she was taking him there either way. As his legs started to shake his hips moved opposite of her actions.

“Please,” the strangled plea barely passed his lips.

There was desperation in his voice that reached Natalie’s heart. Aware of how close he was to toppling she carefully released him and drew his legs together. Overwhelmed, his chest heaved in and out. Natalie stood and straddled his lap again and combed a hand through his hair. Closed eyes fluttered open at the touch and connected with the soft, giving smile in hers as she lowered herself taking him inside her in one smooth glide.

The heat of her enfolded him as her arms wrapped around her neck. She began to rock against him, her inner muscles clenching and releasing him. Their eyes remained locked on each other. The wicked gleam in her eyes faded, replaced by a warm, tender glow. A tremor passed between them, the now familiar promise binding them together, pulling their spirits around each other. Her lips brushed his when his hands curved around her hips and her movements quickened. Up, down, and around she rocked on him, stoking the fire that threatened to consume them.

Before speech could be completely stolen from him he looked deep into her eyes and begged in a whisper, “Touch my soul, Natalie.” Any remaining barriers crashed and she kissed him and held him close. Hayden’s face burrowed into her neck, agonizing groans muffled against her skin. Everything in him compelled him to take over and slam his way to completion but he let her stay in control, barely hanging on to his resolve.

Hot, labored breathing rasped into his ear along with a whimpered gasp of his name. Faster and faster she undulated on him, her knees gripping his thighs. A cry spilled from her lips as the first contraction ripped through her. It closed around his shaft and he lost all conscious thought his arms tightening around her in a crushing embrace. The familiar sensation of flying surrounded them. All her ragged emotion spilled into his heart and he felt it wrap around him. Safe in each other’s arms they clung, hearts pounding together.

Natalie rested her cheek against Hayden’s hair, tears stinging at her eyes. She refused to allow them free reign and forbid them to fall. Instead she concentrated on the sweet silence and shivered as she felt the kiss against her neck.

Hayden pulled away gently and looked up. A sheepish smile lit the golden brown depths of her eyes. One hand cupped her cheek and he kissed her. One tender kiss led to another and another. When their eyes met again he smiled.

“Now,” he chided, stroking her neck, “will you listen to me?” She nodded shyly, her eyes lowering. His fingers tilted her chin forcing her eyes to his. “I did NOT go anywhere with that girl nor did I have any inclination to do so. AND, may I point out, you were on the dance floor gyrating with every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the place.”

Natalie gasped. “I did not!” At Hayden’s dry look, she relented. “I danced. I did NOT gyrate.”

“I would’ve danced with you,” he pointed out as she started kissing his cheeks. ‘I’m getting pretty good, if I do say so myself. You’re a great teacher.”

“I wanted to dance with you,” she murmured between ki, “b, “but people would take one look at us and know.”

“How?”

“Hayden,” Natalie drew a couple inches away and favored him with a patient smile, “what happens every time we dance in here?”

Hayden grinned, his blue eyes twinkling with the memory. “I know, but there’s no bed there to tumble you into!”

A dark flush spread across Natalie’s cheeks. “See?” She accused, tugging a lock of his hair. ‘You KNOW it would show!”

“So what?”

Natalie sighed with frustration. “We agreed,” she cajoled the frown from his face.

“I know, but it seems pointless. Then don’t get upset when you see something with your eyes that you know in your heart is not real.”

Natalie bit her lip. Hayden placed a finger over her mouth and she met his eyes. “She’s so gorgeous and sexy,” she explained weakly.

Hayden chuckled fondly at her and shook his head. “According to what criteria?” Natalie shrugged. “Ok. I was a little flattered at the come on.” Natalie’s eyes darkened and he kissed the corner of her mouth lingering before sliding his lips across hers. “But, I was not interested. She’s got a nice body and she’s confident in using it.” Hayden gazed thoughtfully at Natalie. “How many times do you check yourself in a mirror when you’re in public?” Confused, she shook her head. “Exactly my point. Whenever there was a mirror nearby she checked herself in it. I can’t tell you how many times I caught her looking at herself. Even Ahmed, whom I am eternally grateful to for coming over last night, noticed. I’ve NEVER seen you so obsessed with yourself like she was. And I couldn’t hold any kind of intelligent conversation with her. Her eyes would glaze over. With her it was all about the body. For crying out loud she didn’t even know Da Vinci did more than paint the Mona Lisa.”

Natalie giggled at him and rolled her eyes. “A lot of people don’t know he was also an inventor.”

“True,” he agreed, losing himself in her eyes, his smile fading. “But you do.” The smile faded from Natalie’s eyes and she hugged him close. Quietly he continued, “And that’s far sexier to me.”

Biting on her lip, she hugged him tighter. “Thank you,” she whispered into his ear.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered back.

Hayden and Natalie spent most of the afternoon rehearsing lines, discussing their characters and watching previous episodes. Natalie felt she was becoming a far better actress since she’d started studying with Hayden. Late in the afternoon they sat on the couch watching The Phantom Menace deep in discussion over the quirks of their characters. Natalie’s feet were propped in Hayden’s lap and absently he ran a hand up and down her leg from ankle to knee, his eyes on the movie. Eventually his attention turned to what he was doing, his hand lingering on her ankle.

“…so if Qui-Gon lived there would be no story,” Natalie finished making her point. Looking away from the TV screen she caught Hayden staring at her ankle. “What’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” Hayden hummed. “Oh. Nothing’s wrong. I just remembered I forgot something. I’ll be right back.” With that he hopped up and went into his bedroom, returning a moment later with a small, wrapped box.

Sitting beside Natalie, Hayden held out the box. Confused, Natalie looked from the box to him. “It’s your birthday present,” he explained with a shrug. “I know it’s two months late, but it took a while to find something I’d want to give you.”

The butterflies in her stomach took wing as she accepted the box. “You d…didn’t have to,” she stammered, a warmth spreading through her.

“I know. But I wanted to.”

Natalie unwrapped the box with shaky fingers and opened the lid. Nestled inside was a fine gold chain bracelet. Carefully she lifted it out and saw it was too big for the wrist. “It goes around your ankle,” Hayden explained needlessly.

“It’s beautiful,” Natalie breathed, dangling it from her fingers. The simple chain was broken by one small charm in the middle. A thought jumped into her mind. “Hayden, did you get this that day in Italy?”

Hayden nodded and grinned. “I’d just put it in my backpack when you walked over to me. I’d seen the angel charm on it and it reminded me of how Anakin thought Padme was an angel when they met so it reminded me of you.”

Splessless and overwhelmed at the care he had put in to finding a special gift, Natalie sat back on the couch and set her feet back on Hayden’s lap. She handed him the ankle bracelet. While most men would have fumbled with the tiny clasp Hayden’s agile fingers worked it open and easily put the chain around Natalie’s slim, right ankle.

“Hmm, actually there’s something sexy about it,” he mused, studying how it looked on her.

“I will always think of you when I wear it,” she promised, sliding onto his lap to kiss him.

When their lips parted, Hayden cocked an eyebrow at her. “Well,” he drawled, “isn’t that the whole idea?” So quickly she had no time to react, Hayden nudged her off his lap, stood up, and swung her into his arms. Natalie squealed in surprise.

“What are you doing?” She laughed as he moved into the hall.

“I’m going to make love to you while you’re wearing nothing but this ankle bracelet. Got a problem with that?”

Natalie’s voice dropped low as she felt herself melting at his intent and murmured as she gazed into his blue eyes, “No problem at all.”
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