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An Interesting Situation (Completed)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 9862 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Incessant knocking pounded in Natalie’s skull, forcing her awake. Shadows of leaves from the tree outside her window danced on the far wall and she blinked once and closed her eyes. But the sound rat-a-tat-tatted again. A deep, annoyed grunt blustered out of her as she surfaced again. Confused, she opened her eyes and looked at the clock.

“Who is pounding on my door in the middle of the night?” she groused aloud. Flustered, she threw back the covers and struggled out of bed, ready to blast whoever it was hammering at her door.

Natalie hadn’t been in the best mood the last few days and some of the girls had tried to get her to go out tonight. They cajoled, begged, pleaded, and even threatened her but she had been adamant. No. Plain and simple. No. She was pissed and wound tight and the last thing she wanted was to be sidled into a good mood. The blackness fed on her and she enjoyed it. It felt good to be nasty and mean for a change. And even if Hayden was the cause of it all she wasn’t about to go crawling on her knees to him and admit it. Now, she was going to have to deal with a group of drunken friends who wanted to share their inebriated good time with her. Well, she would fix that in a flash.

Still groggy, she peeked through the peephole and jumped with a squeak as the door resounded with more pounding. A quick look revealed a familiar shape and an exasperated frown, but the sound had startled her and she’d backed away before she identified precisely which friend it was. She knew who he was, she just didn’t know which who he was! So, she prepared her best how-dare-you-wake-me-up look, and opened the door.

Hayden took one look at the heavy-lidded, sleepy brown glare and the tousled hair and charged through the doorway. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Natalie recognized him and fumbled into complete wakefulness. He marched forward and she marched backward, mouth gaping. Hands grabbed the hem of her nightshirt and whipped it over her head, leaving her clad in only the white thong underwear she had used to tease him with not so long ago.
Blue eyes flamed over her skin, their intense appreciation searing the curves of her breasts, the slight flare of her hips and between her legs where the white, silky scrap of fabric barely covered her. Long legs continued to eat up the distance and Natalie had no choice but to backpedal, floundering for anger, but the stark purpose in his eyes melting the edges of it.

“How dare you,” the words stumbled out weak and powerless. “It’s the middle of the night. What makes you think you can come in here like this and…and…” Natalie licked her lips caught between nerves and excitement.

“I got your email,” Hayden backed her into the bedroom, advancing relentlessly on her.

The back of Natalie’s knees hit the bottom of the bed. The force of contact threw her backwards, puffing her breath out of her. He leaned over her, one arm on each side bracing him, his face lowering.

“I sent that days ago!” She sputtered, trying to find a way to want to stop him, but her heart’s singing drowned out the words.

“And I just read them.” Hayden stopped, his face inches away, eyes burning into hers. “Do you still need me?”

“No!” Natalie choked, feebly attempting to salvage her pride. His lips were so close, the full bottom lip within biting distance. She wanted to squeeze out the image but couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. When she could look away all she managed was to stare at the mouth above hers. “No, I don’t…n…n…need…”

“Then why are you trembling?” Hayden raised a brow, his voice low, barely a whisper. “And why am I hard as a rock at the thought of you under me, on a bed?”

Natalie’s eyes flickered closed for a moment and she sucked in a deep breath. “Hard?”

A lopsided grin touched his lips. “Feel for yourself,” he urged, wanting to feel her touch him where he ached most.

Hands groped low and found the stiff bulge. Mesmerized, she slid her hands up and down the hard spear. A husky groan of want fell from his lips. Before he could say a word, the small hands grabbed at his t-shirt, yanking it over his head, then spreading over his chest, reacquainting them with the warm, smooth flesh.

“More,” he encouraged, his face breaking into a naughty smile. “Much more!”

Fingers wove into his hair guiding his head. A wicked laugh muffled as the full lips closed over a breast and suckled hard. Sensation flared along her nerves as his tongue rasped over a pebbled nipple.

“Oh!” Natalie groaned, writhing under him. Arms slid under her and jerked her higher on the bed. For a moment his lips separated from her and she protested.

“Is this what you need?” He murmured, long fingers sliding under the thong to the slick wetness he knew prepared her for his eventual penetration.

“Oohh, yyeess!” Her hips lifted towards the magic his fingers created as they slid in and out of her.

“You are sooo wet,” he groaned his appreciation, his lips biting and sucking at a spot on her neck. “I have been so frustrated all week…”

Natalie pushed on him until he rolled off her and she followed, straddling his waist. Nimble fingers made quick work of the rest of his clothes and she watched in amusement as he shivered a little as the cool air hit his overheated skin. Hooded eyes watched back as hers lowered to the hand gently tracing his arousal. Slowly it moved up and down, testing the shape and weight until a muffled groan and a slight shift of hips brought her eyes back to his.

A tiny, evil smile curled her lips as she caught a glimmer of panic in his eyes. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, head lowering, “I won’t hurt you.”

Hayden licked his dry lips, caught in a thread of unbearable anticipation. “I know you won’t,” he choked out, head lifting to watch her.

Soft lips opened just over the tip of his arousal, a wet tongue smoothing over the tiny drop of moisture, evidence that he was more than ready for her. Hayden’s head slammed helplessly back onto the bed as Natalie played with the tip of him. He didn’t even bother to stifle his moan of pleasure and pain. It bolted out of him sharp and stinging with a week’s worth of denial. All that hard work swirled down the drain as he realized this is where he should’ve been in the first place. A niggling whisper in his head forced the thought away and he concentrated like a starving man finding food on the tongue rasping its way along the underside ridge of flesh. It was almost too much to bear.

Again, the tongue slid up his arousal and Hayden dragged in a harsh breath. One hand wound into the silky strands of her hair, encouraging her to move on. Brown eyes flickered up at him, warning him with a smile as she hovered over his hardness. The hand tightened in response and her mouth opened and slid him into the warm, wet cavern.

An unintelligible word grunted out of him, desperate and relieved at the same time. Hayden squeezed his eyes shut against the exquisite buzz of sensations Natalie blistered through him with every movement of him in her mouth. When she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him in rhythmic pulses he cried out, his hips jerking restlessly in response.

“Natalie…yes, baby,” he encouraged her. “Just like that!” The words, an aphrodisiac to her body, left a warm trail of lubrication trickling down her thigh. She swallowed him in response.

“It’s been…a week!” He gasped out, pleading. “I…can’t…deal…much longer.” Nat continued taking him in, working her tongue and lips harder, forcing Hayden to bite his lip and writhe against her. “Please…or…I swear I’ll come down your throat!”

The begging stopped her. With a careful kiss she released him and crawled determinedly over him. Immediately, his hands grabbed for her thong and Natalie’s eyes looked back down into his, aware of his chest heaving in and out from the exertion of holding back. His fingers felt the dampness of her underwear and his eyes darkened at the knowledge she was just as desperate as he. Hands gripped the slight hips and lifted her back into place. A second later she slid over him, taking him into the heated, slick depths of her in one smooth slide.

Natalie’s breath caught, the startled squeak echoing around the room. He was right. A week without him had only served to heighten her desire. Easing forward she leaned over him, resting her forehead against his shoulder as her hips started to circle over him of their own volition.

Hayden’s head whirled as she pushed herself up and began to impale herself on him, lifting herself to where he almost left her, but not quite. Just when he thought she’d free him she slid slowly down, encasing him in her tight sheath. He groaned again and grasped for every ounce of willpower he had to endure the almost agonizingly slow tempo. Agony. Ecstasy. Agony. Over and over she played with him. At least he thought she was playing. Opening burning eyes he stared up at her. Natalie sat astride him, eyes squeezed shut, chest rapidly expanding and contracting, trying to control her movements. A fine sheen of moisture glistened on her skin in the moonlight, giving away her own shattering arousal.

Struggling up, he propped himself on his hands, his gaze roaming from her face to her slightly jiggling breasts, to the grinding of her hips on his. Hypnotized he stared at their movements, perfectly synchronized as if they moved with one mind. Natalie forced her eyes open and found his watching from under his lashes. Leaning forward, she captured his lips, his tongue delving into her mouth frantically, sending shivers rocketing through her. His name on her lips whispered against his and he fell back, his hands clutching her hips, lifting and impaling her faster and faster. With every thrust she cried out softly, clenching her muscles to stroke him as he lifted her. In turn, he groaned, the noise choking from him no matter how hard he tried to hold it in.

The large hands reached for her breasts, the fingers twisting the protruding nipples. Desire sizzled through her, quickening her pace, her inner muscles crunching a warning of impending detonation. His thumb found the slick hard button and Natalie’s head snapped, eyes rolling back under closed lids.

“H…Hayden…I…oh…um…I’m…” Natalie gasped incoherently.

Hayden was beyond response. Natalie’s muscles tightened spasmodically and he shot over the mark as her cries of release sprung him free. He shouted his relief as his body shook from the contractions she coaxed out of him. Above him she jerked involuntarily, her cries dissolving into tears as he wrung every last bit of her orgasm out of her. Natalie collapsed onto him and Hayden wound her in his arms, holding her close, his hand sweeping along her back, the rest of his body already comatose. Even feeling her tears, he smiled at the outcome.

“Damn, you’re good,” he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly with wicked satisfaction.

Natalie lifted a tear-streaked face and Hayden licked at the salty tracks until she smiled and chuckled. When he pulled away a siren smiled back at him, her words cementing the rest of their night.

“And I’m about to get even better.”
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