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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
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.

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Chapter Two – You Can’t Fight Destiny

Natalie stared at the bottle of Tylenol in mute dismay. Knowing Hayden had not taken the medicine turned once peaceful silence into a horrifying stillness. Her fingers flexed around themselves as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip while deciding what to do. Determined, she reached for the capsules only to watch them skid off the table and onto the floor. Unwilling to stop to find them she grabbed the bottle and glass of water and headed for the bedroom.

Cautiously, Natalie pushed open the door with her bare foot. Watery sunlight spilled from a part in the curtains and over the bed illuminating the figure sprawled restlessly on it, clad only in a pair of boxers. Natalie squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. The sigh exhaled from her in a whoosh and she propelled herself to the bed on jellylike legs.

Sitting down beside Hayden on the bed she set the water and bottle on the nightstand. The hand she placed on his forehead shook.

“Hayden? Hayden, can you hear me?” Natalie touched his bare shoulder tentatively, angry with herself for wanting to stroke the smooth skin. No response. “Hayden!” Roughly she shook his shoulder. “Hayden, wake up! Hayden! You’ve got to wak and and take these! You’re burning up!”

Natalie jumped off the bed and ran to retrieve the thermometer. Fear lumped in her stomach as she scanned the digital readout. 105.3. “Hayden!” Natalie shouted, grabbing both shoulders and shaking him.

Hayden tossed his head restlessly side to side. Blue eyes flew open and stared vacantly at her. Using all her strength she clutched his burning shoulders and pulled. Only momentarily did she let him go. Just long enough to open the bottle.

“I don’t want it,” he mumbled, leaning his burning forehead against hers.

“Hayden,” her voice wavered as she felt the heat of his skin and clearing her throat she whispered, “Please? For me?”

Hayden pulled back and attempted to focus on her. A slow, satisfied smile pulled at his lips. He leaned close to her and drawled, his lips just barely touching hers, “Anything for you, Pretty Eyes.”

A thousand volts zapped along her spine. Her lips tingled where his moved against hers as he spoke. “I’ll do anything for you,” he whispered against her mouth. Natalie’s heart tripped over its steady beat and accelerated, its pounding resonating in her ears. Frozen in place she could only concentrate on where his lips touched hers.

Hayden pulled away first, his blue eyes gleaming wickedly as he smirked at her. Owlishly, Natalie stared back, her breath coming in short,ickyicky rasps. Of their own volition her brown eyes drifted lower settling their gaze on the contours of his chest and shoulders, noting how his skin stretched over the muscles, smooth and polished, his abdomen tight and tempting. Desire to touch the heated skin, to slide her hands along the hard planes, ached deep inside a place she never knew hid within her. Realizing she was staring like a sex-starved hermit she carefully retraced the path taking in the strong neck, the fullness of his lower lip, the hollow of his cheeks, the feverish stare of electric blue. Shocked back to her senses she wet her dry lips nervously and cursed her action when his eyes immediately narrowed on her mouth. The sharp indrawn breath he drew echoed in the room.

Natalie fumbled with the bottle of medicine and the capsules tumbled onto the sheet. Self conscious under his stare she gathered the capsules, some dropping from her nerveless fingers. When she recovered them she returned all but two to the bottle and placed them against his lips.

“O…open your mouth,” she instructed, pushing the capsules into his mouth when he obeyed, his eyes never moving from hers. Concentrating on not spilling the glass of water she held it to his lips. Her hand shook and Hayden clasped her wrist holding it steady while he drank and continued to look into her eyes over the rim.

Hayden thirstily drained the glass, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Every time Natalie peeked at him she caught him looking at her. Why are you doing this to me? She wailed to herself. “You are not going to do this to me!” she blurted, startling herself but not Hayden. He only raised his brows at her, smiled, and remained silent. Remember, she cautioned, he’s sick. He’s not himself. Get his fever down and he’ll be back to normal.

“Ok, Hayden.” All business Natalie set the glass and bottle on the nightstand. Against his hot chest she placed a firm hand and urged him to lie back. “You need to rest. It’s the best thing for you. Your body needs to power down and fight the fever. If we’re lucky the Tylenol will start working within a half hour and you’ll start to feel like your old self again.”

Hayden’s unwavering, silent staring continued. Gentle fingers swept over his eyes and he allowed the pressure to close them. No longer looking at her, he heaved a deep sigh, his body squirming to find a comfortable position. The feverish flush of his body and scarlet tinge of his lips still worried Natalie, but she decided to give the medicine time to travel through his system. If his fever did not drop in 30 minutes she would call Ewan and get Hayden to the hospital. That is, if I can get him into his clothes, she thought with a wry smile.

The thought naturally drifted her eyes over his body as she attempted to figure out how to slide him into his jeans and t-shirt. The sight of the waistband of his boxers brought the inspection to an abrupt halt. Before she could allow herself to be tortured with any more thoughts she rose quietly from the bed.

A hand snapped out and closed around her wrist in a vice-like grip. Natalie cried out in alarm when deft hands yanked her to the mattress and rolled her on her side. A strong arm clamped her to the fevered . H. Hayden settled her against him, tucked her head under his chin and breathed another sigh.

Mute with shock, Natalie lay still for a moment attempting to get her bearings. But the heat scorching her back and the arm holding her intimately close negated aloughought. Heart beating wildly beneath her breast she tried to remain still and wait for him to go back to sleep. Every time she moved the arm hauled her close again, the deep voice murmuring in content.

“Hayden.” Natalie touched the arm holding her captive and thought, how can someone this ill be this strong? “Let go. I need to get up.”

“No. Stay with me.” Came the murmured reply, the body behind her scooting closer.

Frantic, Natalie plucked at the arm. It didn’t budge. She wriggled. Nothing. She pinched his arm. Zip. Tendrils of panic squeezed her chest as she felt her body begin to relax against his solid strength. Mentally, emotionally, and physically she was wearing out. Her eyes longed to close, her mind wanted to rest. Her hearing intensified to hear his breathing. She fought to not turn her face into the pillow and breathe in his scent. To do so would sentence her to an agony of uncontrollable actions, and that would be a grave mistake. In life she called the shots. No one called them for her. She always maneuvered herself to a place where she controlled destiny. From the moment he had stepped into the room at Skywalker Ranch and smiled into her eyes she had determined the course of their friendship for her own peace of mind. He was NOT going to turn the tables on her!

Natalie managed to struggle onto her back and tilt her head to look at him. Asking nicely worked once; maybe it would work again. “Hayden. Let me up. Please?” her soft voice coaxed. “For me.”

In an instant his body lifted, freeing her from captivity. A smug smile lifted her lips at the easiness of it all. A second later it was wiped clean as his body settled back down…half of him pinning her to the bed. “Noooo,” she groaned, helplessly pushing at his unresponsive shoulder. “Hayden, get off me! You’re delirious!”

In answer his face nuzzled against her neck. “No,” his voice slurred. “Stay with me. I can’t get comfortable.” He nuzzled against her again, his burning face so close she felt the soft brush of his ridiculously long eyelashes sweep up and down, up and down. The arm imprisoned her again and he murmured his contentment as he found the perfect spot.

“Oh, Hayden,” Natalie whispered, fighting against the picture of him curled around her. “What am I going to do with you?” She blinked at the ceiling suffering his closeness like a martyr. “At least you’re resting,” she muttered miserably.

Minutes dragged. The arm around her waist and the face against her neck remained stationary. His breath puffed over her skin in a slow, sleepy rhythm that lulled and coaxed. Slower and slower her eyes blinked as she fought a losing battle and surrendered herself to the comfort of his body and the slide into sleep. Faster and faster she slid, almost into sweet oblivion.

Something moved. The hairs on her arm stood, goosebumps prickling her flesh. She felt the movement again and rose towards consciousness. The slow even breathing against her neck altered its tempo, its beat accelerating and harsh. On edge, Natalie waited like prey sensing the predator ready to pounce.

The brush of his lips against her neck threw her into complete wakefulness. Slowly, his lips moved, brushed then caressed, tasting the flavor and texture of her soft skin. “You smell so good,” Hayden whispered against her ear. Natalie shuddered as his lips kissed just below her ear and descended down her neck to rest at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Rushing from sleep to waking robbed her of reason and she closed her eyes to focus on the feeling and to absorb the sensation of his mouth kissing her. Just once, she promised herself.

Slow, sensual sweeps of Hayden’s mouth and tongue hypnotized Natalie. His tongue licked the spot leisurely then his teeth bit in gently. “Oohh!” a moan rushed through her parted lips. By its own will, her hand glided up his back and her fingers twined through his hair holding his head to her. At this sign of encouragement Hayden pressed open-mouthed kisses along her neck at the same, slow, savoring pace. Natalie’s body moved against the sweet pressure pinning her to the pillow. Slowly his body lifted and moved over hers coming to rest between the legs that parted for him, allowing him into the cradle of her hips.

He was hard. Her hips pressed up to feel his length. His pressed down to oblige. An unbearable fire began to build in her, an ache demanded to be soothed, a thirst quenched. His lips kissed their way to her mouth where he brushed soft kisses back and forth then slid his tongue across her lips teasing them open.

Her lips parted, welcoming his tongue into her mouth, hers sliding against his, the slow movements synchronized with the rocking of their hips. Unable to help herself, Natalie rotated her hips in small circles against his hardness seeking a release to the tension between her legs. Helpless, she whimpered her frustration into his mouth.

The sound galvanized Hayden into action. The broken kiss echoed in the room as he wrenched his mouth from hers. He pushed himself to his knees, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and hauled it over her head. Its flying off had as much to do with his pulling as her lifting her arms to help. His mouth ground onto hers then ripped away trailing down her neck to seek another pleasure. The wet rasp of his tongue across her nipple arched her back off the bed. Arrows of sensation darted from her breast to her womb and her hands gripped his head holding him to her, urging him on. His mouth opened over the pebbled nipple and drew it in bypassing any sensual teasing. His hard rhythmic suckling strangled her cry as his hand slid down her soft stomach to the snap on the waistband of her shorts.

“Please, please!” Natalie begged in desperate pants as the zipper slid open. His hand obeyed her command, the long, hot fingers unerringly sliding under her underwear and over her mound. Satisfaction growled from him when his fingers parted her folds to find her wet. Drenching wet. So fast she had no chance to demure, he yanked the shorts and underwear away, flinging them off the bed before descending back to adore her breasts with his lips and tongue, and her sex with his knowing, wicked fingers.

The tension was unbearable. Natalie’s hands slid along his back under the waistband of his boxers, clutching tig tight buttocks. In a moment they too were gone and he settled between her legs pressing for entrance into her.

The feverish heat of his forehead against hers as he moved over her flooded home the realization of the moment. Natalie’s heart lurched and a moment of miserable sanity returned. “Hayden, you’re delirious. You don’t even know who I am.” The words of sadness whispered against his lips. For some reason the thought of her as some unknown body to him hurt. Deeply. The pain a sharp stab to her heart.

A gentle caress brushed her lips before Hayden’s mouth grazed her cheek and rested against her ear. “Pretty Eyes,” the deep voice whispered soothingly. Natalie’s heart stuttered. His head glided against hers as it lifted until his glowing eyes were inches from hers. “Sweet, sweet, Natalie,” he crooned, a moment of clarity in his blue eyes glittering into hers. His mouth tilted in a loving smile as it lowered to hers. Against her mouth his words touched. “Open up, Natalie. Let me in to your soul.”

As the words died away his shaft found its way home, sheathing itself in the tight, wet heat of her. Her cry he swallowed into his mouth, his grunt of pain accepted the digging of her nails into his shoulder. She had no clue how big he was or what he looked like below the waist but it didn’t matter. One last coherent thought wafted across the cobwebs in her mind as they established a slow, steady rhythm. A perfect fit.

Reason fled to the far corners of her brain. Each delicious stroke of him rubbed just the right spot so that all she could think about was moving with him, against him. Instead of a steady climb he shot them to the top of the mountain as his movements increased. The frenetic pace did not frighten Natalie but sent her straining frantically against him. Only Hayden existed, only moving with him mattered. His lips licked and sucked wherever they touched. A tortured groan wrenched from him and she loved it. The tension mounted in her and she undulated fiercely against him, squeezing his length every time he withdrew.

He went wild. Slamming into her over and over he drove her higher and bit hard into her shoulder. Natalie cried out in surprise and pain but it excited her even more. She bit back. His breath hissed between his lips and she grinded against him enticing him for more. The ache in her increased as his pelvic bone slid against her clitoris faster and faster. Desperately she wrapped her legs around his waist and her head thrashed side to side with frustration. She was reaching for something, but didn’t know what. It was just out of reach and she sobbed breathlessly.

“Hayden…I can’t…I can’t…help me…”

“Yes, you can,” he promised, scooping his hands under her bottom, tilting her to receive all of him.

She writhed against him, whimpering, wanting to explode yet embracing his savage torture. The tension coiled tighter as his head fell beside hers.

“Let go, Nat,” he panted against her ear. “Come with me. Fly.”

Time suspended and for an instant everything moved in slow motion and into another dimension. She wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. Hayden raised his head, his blue eyes reaching into hers. “I’m going with you. I’m right here.” Eyes on her, he rotated his hips and jerked against her.

Natalie’s back bowed off the mattress as her orgasm ripped through her body and she cried out in surprised elation. The spasms stole her breath but she didn’t need air. She was flying! And she wasn’t alone. As he promised, he was right there with her, his face buried in her neck muffling his satisfied groan, his body shuddering forever, it seemed, within hers. His arms crushed her to him.

For a suspended moment everything went black as Natalie spasmed and her legs tightened around his waist. With one last thrust Hayden stilled and drifted her safely back to Earth.
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