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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
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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Three days. Natalie blew a frustrated breath that stirred tendrils of her hair off her forehead. Casting a suspicious eye at the figure lounging next to her, she tried to solve the puzzle of his actions. Two days ago she had been freed from her monthly cycle. The moment her status blinked from red to green he should’ve been drooling all over her, unable to keep his hands to himself. Instead, he tweaked her nose in passing or playfully tugged her hair. And after hours he conveniently busied himself, one night late at the studio, the next dining with Ewan.

A dark look slid sideways observing Natalie’s restlessness. It drives you crazy, doesn’t it? Hayden taunted silently. Serves you right. What began as a teasing punishment had fermented into torture. Gone was the intended playfulness. His groin throbbed for release into her heated body. Denying himself that pleasure threatened to transform him into a snarling, nasty creature.

He bit the side of his cheek. Images flared again singeing the healthy parts of his brain. Memories of her sleek legs wrapped around him drawing him in deep, fingernails biting into his shoulders, his name gasping into the steamy air as she convulsed seared his nerves and threatened to send him over the edge. More and more, insanity looked like a viable option, a Dr. Jeckyll descending into Mr. Hyde.

Inside, he shook with the weight of keeping it all in. His demeanor, usually so friendly and cheerful, began to fray. Everyone on the set excused it as prepping for the upcoming scene. Most didn’t bat an eye at him, but none knew how perilously close he was to exploding. Even now as George sat down beside Natalie no one noticed the feral look in Hayden’s eyes. A tiger guarding his hard-won prey, he wanted no one encrong ong on his territory, no one within touching distance of her. He played with his victim, toyed with her, and when he tired of the game he’d consume her. Finally, with his appetite satisfied, he’d rest, replete with his meal and drunk with his victory…until that never ending cycle of hunger speared his gut and demanded he feed on her again.

Hayden sighed and hoisted himself out of his chair and strode onto the set to find his mark. The time spent acting was his only freedom from this darkness nagging him. Here he could be Anakin Skywalker turning into Darth Vader. The parallel to his situation wasn’t lost on him. A mirthless smile appeared.

“What are you smiling about?” Natalie asked as she took her place across from him.

“Nothing,” his smile died. His eyes narrowed on her delicate features and his heart dove. They only had days until principal photography was finished…days. The echoing reminder only angered him more. The last thing he wanted to concentrate on was losing her. Natalie had never given him any sign that she would continue to be his once filming was completed. If he dwelled on that now it would unhinge him. Savagely, he threw it out of his thoughts. Instead he smiled again. “I was just smiling at how beautiful you are.”

Natalie snorted and folded her arms. “Oh, sure you were. You’ve barely spoken to me in three days.”

Hayden tilted his head as if considering her point. “Really? Three days? Hmmm.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully then turned those piercing eyes on her again. “I guess I’ll have to rectify that then, won’t I?”

The murmured words coated in that deep, hushed tone skittered through Natalie’s nervous system. Hayden watched her shiver and lifted an eyebrow.

“I…guess you will,” Natalie answered, unsure of his intentions. “Um, are you all right?”

Hayden shrugged. “It depends on your definition of ‘all right’.”

ll fll for silence on the set ended the conversation. Resigned, both turned their energies to their work, his words hanging in the air unresolved. The hint of a threat lingered and added emphasis to their performances through the rest of the afternoon. When George moved on to another area of filming and dismissed them, Hayden promptly left the area, his legs covering the ground in long, determined strides. He barely acknowledged the compliments on his performance with a nod of his head.

Natalie’s brows furrowed as she watched him leave. Following his lead but at a slower pace, she headed from the set allowing the crew to waylay her here and there with their congratulations and kind words. She smiled her thanks and endured the chitchat, but continued to inch her way free, wanting to find Hayden.

Finally free she meandered along, her eyes watchful, waiting to pinpoint his familiar figure. Even the thought of him skipped her heart and she drew in a ragged breath. Where was he? Somehow she wended her way around props and people and found herself in the creature room. Masks and busts of all kinds of interesting aliens stared at her, mocking her in her search. Only a couple men sat at tables working and looked up to grin widely and call to her.

“What are you doing in our neck of the woods, Nat?” One of them asked.

“Oh, I just wanted to see how things were coming along,” Natalie forced a bright smile.

The other chuckled and held up a latex head of an alien with many hornlike projections sprouting from its head. “What do you think?”

Natalie stared at the head and walked around the man who held it as she studied it from all angles. “Well,” she began, “it’s certainly a contender for least attractive.”

“Oh, please, let’s not be too politically correct!” He laughed as he surveyed his handiwork. “Give it to me straight. I can handle it.”

“Ok. It’s ugly, Lance.”

Lance beamed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! That’s exactly the look I want. You’ve just confirmed I’m on the right track. I’ve been playing with this thing all day trying to get the colors right. Black and red are too Darth Maul-ish so I’m trying the purples and greens.”

The other man shook his head and threw up his arms. “How many people are you going to ask before you’re satisfied, Lance? If you’re that skittish about it go ask George, for crying out loud! You have asked practically every person who’s walked in here. Now you’re after the cast! First Hayden, who told you it was great, now Natalie, who’s next – Ewan?”

“Was Hayden here, Bill?” Natalie asked, doing her best to sound only a little curious.

Bill looked around the room then shrugged. “He was just here a moment ago. I didn’t even realize he left.”

“Me either,” Lance echoed, setting the latex mask on its stand. “You had to have passed him, otherwise, he’d still be here.”

Looking over her shoulder towards the doorway, Natalie shrugged nonchalantly, but the hairs on the back of her neck stood in warning. “I wasn’t paying attention, I guess. I’m just glad to have a break.”

“Speaking of which,” Bill stood and stretched, his body cracking in strange places, “do you think we can go eat now, Lance?”

Lance lifted his head from his scrutiny of the mask. “I don’t know…”

“Go eat, Lance,” Natalie pushed him off the stool. “It’s way past lunchtime.”

Bill rolled his eyes. “Really. An hour won’t kill you.”

“And,” Natalie added, “leaving something for an hour or so and then coming back to it gives you a clearer perspective. It may actually help you decide on these colors.”

As if a light suddenly flooded his mind with its brilliance, Lance jumped from the stool and threw an arm around Natalie’s shoulders, hugging her. “Of course! I should’ve thought of that!”

Bill slapped his forehead. “I wish I’d thought to say that about 3 hours ago! Now may we go eat, please?”

Moments later Natalie stood in the silence of the room, eyes searching for other signs of life. He was watching her. She could feel his eyes roving over her like lasers. He had never passed her in the hallway. Cautious steps took her around the room. Natalie looked under tables and behind bins, but she was alone. Straightening, she turned to scan the walls. The door on the opposite side of the room was cracked open and the darkened space inside beckoned her closer. Pumping her full of adrenaline, her heart accelerated. A deep flush crept over her face, her eyes darting to the doorway leading to the hall. When she was sure no one was near she crept towards the other door.

Handle on the knob, Natalie slowly opened it. Sticking her head in she tried to focus on the dim interior, but saw nothing. Her body buzzed, anticipation warring with the excitement that he always managed to draw from her. Cautiously she stepped inside, eyes picking out equipment for developing photographs. It was a dark room! Natalie sighed and shook her head. The crew probably developed the pictures of the masks and busts right here to save them time. Hayden wouldn’t be wandering around a dark room. Her mind was playing tricks on her.

Full darkness descended; the door clicked shut. Natalie jumped, her heart crawling into her throat at the sound of a lock snicking into place. She hadn’t bothered to look for a light switch and couldn’t even see the hand she held in front of her face. Head cocked to the side she tried to listen for sound but the pounding of her heart in her ears blocked it. Instead, a wet heat dewed between her thighs, her body assuring her the identity of her assailant.

That knowledge did not stop her trembling. The complete darkness smothered her sense of safety. The quiet unnerved. Just as she opened her mouth to whisper his name, a hand slipped around her waist; one covered her mouth. The hot breath rushing over her neck nearly buckled her legs as lips pressed into the moist flesh. A sigh of relief pushed her limp body back into his as his teeth bit into the tender juncture of her neck and shoulder. Natalie moaned into the hand covering her mouth. Beside her ear he quietly shushed her, his tongue stabbing lightly into the delicate whorls. Obeying, she bit her lip and desperately squashed the moan back down her throat.

Eight days. It had been eight, long, agonizing days, but felt more like a year. Encouraging his actions, her arm reached back, sliding around his neck, tipping her head to the side to give him greater access. She bit deeper into her lip to remind her to keep silent. Anyone could walk into the creature room at any moment and hear them. But, oh, his lips felt so good! Teeth, tongue and lips roamed the exposed area, the arm around her waist tightening, forcing her against his hard body, the aroused bulge pushing into her backside readily apparent. Unable to help herself she pressed closer, her cheeks circling it with dizzying friction.

Busy hands searched for the neck of her costume finding the line of tiny buttons holding the bodice together. While his mouth buried into her skin, his hands flicked open one button after another. The cool air prickled over her heated skin. Bared to the waist, the expanse of skin was his for tactile exploration. Feeling his way along, he found the front clasp to her bra and opened it.

Eyes open to the blinding darkness Natalie wound the other arm around his neck exposing her to his wandering fingers. On cue, the hands slid up the silky flesh, cupping her breasts, seeing their beauty with his touch. Hayden’s breath caught as her backside squirmed against his erection, the urgent grinding causing him to grunt in response. His palms rotated over her nipples sending needle sharp shockwaves through her. Natalie tried to move, to turn in his arms, but his hands moved from their intense focus on her breasts to her hips, holding her tightly against him. When she quit fighting him his fingers returned to the aroused nubs, twisting and rubbing them until her panting grew labored and frenzied.

It was too much. Hayden eased his fingers away, one hand skating over her soft belly. A finger skimmed past the folds; the moist sound of it being sucked into her whispered in the steamy room. For the second time that day he bit his cheek. Hard. She was hot and wet. And he knew the fit for him would be as tight and sweet as ever. Fighting off the thoughts, he focused on stroking her, using her movements to string out her pleasure. The long finger plunged in then withdrew over the blood-engorged nub, so hard in its aroused state he couldn’t miss it. He remembered how she’d left him three nights ago. Now she teetered on the brink of complete meltdown.

Natalie felt Hayden’s heart pounding into her back, its rapid tattoo unmistakable. In the covering of darkness she moved, writhed against him, strained towards his finger, wanting his mouth on hers, his hardness deep inside her, his hips pumping her over the edge. A scream gathered in her throat as her own hips quickened to his coaxing. A hand returned to her breast, kneading its softness while his teeth nipped at her ear. She tried to turn. He stopped her. What did it matter? He had her and was assuaging her ache for him. After three days his attention was finally all hers.

Her wet thighs tightened in reflex, trapping his hand. The moans and cries pushed up deing ing to be let loose. She wanted to scream his name as her body crunched down hard, focusing only on him and his touch. Their bodies moved together, his breathing harsh and labored in her ear, the sound an aphrodisiac. Frantic, her hips bucked against his hand. Helpless, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the explosion to overtake her.

Nothing. One moment she was almost there and then nothing. The marauding hand stopped, the finger sliding from its place between her legs. Carefully, his hands disengaged her arms from around his neck. Disoriented, Natalie blinked, her heart still racing in the void. The lock clicked, the door handle turned and a slice of light filtered into the room. Hasty fingers scrabbled at the many buttons as Natalie turned, but Hayden was gone. Shocked and hurt she finished buttoning the costume and exited the dark room into the bright glare. The creature masks stared at her, mocking her stunned eyes.

“You still here?” Bill asked in surprise as he hurried into the room. “These masks must be pretty fascinating. Sorting through the mess on a table he extracted a drawing. “Ah! Here it is. Well, enjoy.”

Natalie stood motionless in the center of the room unable to piece together what had happened. Her body screamed in frustration, but her mind froze at the emptiness. Without a look back, she trudged out of the room and headed to wardrobe so she could clean up and go home.
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