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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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Hayden sat back in the limousine and attempted to wind down, but it was impossible. After hours of sexually baiting Natalie, his body was too keyed up. Frustration tautened his muscles, twisting them into aching knots. That Natalie had pulled the ruse of low blood sugar and escaped further soured his mood. A snort of disgust grunted from him. I don’t even know where she’s staying, he scowled to himself. By now, she’s ensconced in the circle of her ‘protectors’. A speculative gleam twinkled in his eyes as he rubbed his slightly stubbled chin. But she wasn’t immune to me, he mused. Not in the least.

Still, he had no way to pursue and press his advantage. Laying his head back against the seat, he heaved a deep sigh and tried to loosen his muscles, relying on relaxation exercises he’d learned in acting classes. Breathing deeply, he tried calling pleasant images to his mind; a sandy beach with palm t rus rustling above his head, snow boarding down his favorite mountain, playing hockey with his friends…Instead, an image of her bent over the upholstered chair in the studio with him standing behind her flitted insistently beneath his closed eyelids. Firm hands grasped her hips and held her as he took her over and over, her cries of ecstasy ringing in his ears. Burrowing into the image, he basked in the excited roll of his stomach. That cry was always the sweetest sound to his ears!

“Shit!” The curse exploded out of him as his body tingled and stirred to the mental movie. He shifted to relieve the painful pressure pulsing against his jeans. Relaxation would never be his at this rate. Delving into his pocket, he retrieved his cell phone and flipped it open. After several rings, a cheerful voice greeted his ears.

“Hey, Ewan.”

“Hayden! How’s it going?” Ewan exclaimed, grinning conspiratorially at his wife. Told you so, he mouthed to her.

“I just realized I forgot to call and tell you I’m taking you up on your offer to stay at your house. I’m on my way from Annie’s studio now and I am in desperate need of a soak in that decadent tub of yours before I completely lose it!”

“Great! Uh…well...hmm,” Ewan sputtered for words.

“What?”den den pressed, sitting up, concern etching his forehead. “I can’t come now?”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Ewan assured, clearing his throat. “It’s just…well, me and the family are taking a couple days vacation and won’t be there.”

“Oh!” Hayden’s relief echoed over the call. “No problem. I have my key and I know how to disarm and reset the security alarm.”

Ewan coughed and looked sideways at his wife. Eve shook her head at him and sighed. “You meddler!” She whispered at him. Ewan slashed the air with his hand, the gesture effectively silencing her.

“You didn’t call so I assumed you weren’t coming,” Ewan grimaced at the bald-faced lie. “Natalie is staying there, too, and I put her in your room.”

Hayden’s stomach dove at the unexpected reprieve, the thought of Natalie sleeping in ‘his’ bed setting off new stirrings. “Really,” he drawled, the nasty plan already forming in his overactive mind. “That’s fine. I won’t be too much of a nuisance to her.”

“Does that mean that you two got along ok today?” Ewan asked, his brows lifting in hope.

“Not too badly,” Hayden answered, rolling his eyes at his lie. “Whatever’s eating her,” he almost choked on the sexual image his brain produced for him, “it will be all settled before you come back.”

“Well…” Ewan frowned at his wife in consternation. Something lurked in Hayden’s tone. Something nasty. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Hayden assured ly, ly, the smirk stretching his lips, baring even white teeth. “Hey, thanks for the invite. I have to go. I’m almost there.” Hayden wrinkled his nose at another lie. He still had twenty miles to go. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Have fun. Where you going anyway?”

“France to see Eve’s folks for a couple days,” Ewan answered. “I’ll see you soon.”

Ewan rang off and tossed the phone to his wife. Eve frowned as she studied her husband’s worried face. “What’s wrong? Is it going to be bad having them alone together in the house?”

“Well,” Ewan finally replied, lowering his voice so their children couldn’t hear him, “either he’s up to something or I’m totally losing my mind.”

“He’s a man, isn’t he?” Eve crossed her arms and cocked a wry brow. “Of course, he’s up to something!”

Ewan grinned at his wife. “Well, aren’t you the sarcastic one today? You’re right. He’s up to something and whoa to little Miss Natalie who pissed him off!” Eveghedghed at the thought and squeezed her husband’s knee. Ewan raised his eyebrows and looked in the rearview mirror at his daughters. “Oh, sure, pick a time when the girls are with us to get frisky!”

Hayden exited the limo and stared thoughtfully at the mansion before ascending the steps to deactivate the security system. Once inside he rearmed it and looked around the foyer. Evening was descending rapidly and shadows lengthened along the walls, no lights burning bright to welcome company. Curious, he wandered around the main floor, no sign or sound of Natalie anywhere.

He halted at the staircase, one hand resting on the balustrade, and gazed up the steps. Oh, she was here. He could feel her. Quietly, he stalked up the stairs, suitcase in hand. The room now considered his whenever he came to London waited just to the left of the staircase and the door stood wide open in greeting. Poking his head in, he spotted Natalie’s suitcase on the floor and articles flung haphazardly around as if she hadn’t had her mind on what she was doing. A pleased, dark grin tilted his lips and he set his suitcase on the floor.

Now, he wondered, where is she? Wandering down the hall, he checked the bathroom, the children’s rooms, the other guest room…nothing. That left the master bedroom. The moment his blue eyes found the closed door another wicked grin lit his face. Hmm, he relished the idea, looks like great minds think alike. Turning the doorknob he prepared to enter the tigress’s lair.

The door didn’t budge. Confused, he jiggled the handle again. Locked! The little vixen locked the door? Well, there were ways around that. He strode back to his room and searched among her hair things until he found a bobby pin. Satisfied, he returned to the door and fiddled with the lock, silently thanking the Star Wars crewmember who had taught him the art of picking locks after he’d locked his wallet in the storage closet/workroom by accident. Hayden shifted his weight from one foot to the other, impatience stamped on his features as he worked to open the door. If he hadn’t been so mesmerized by Natalie that day in the closet he’d never have lost his wallet in the first place!

The lock clicked after a minute or two and Hayden ventured into the darkening room. In the shadows he found no Natalie and closed the door gently, locking it again in case she had any ideas of running. If she got away from him it would slow her down. His eyes roamed the room until they found the closed door to the master bathroom. Ah! His eyes lit up. Just beyond that door lay Natalie soaking her hyped up body in the McGregor’s indecently huge sunken Jacuzzi tub. About the size of a small pool it could be filled to three feet and one could float in it without touching any sides. Hayden could only imagine what Ewan wanted with such an item, but he stopped himself. That was the last thing he wanted to imagine! Already, he could hear the muffled whoosh of the jets as they swirled and bubbled the water around the body of the woman who had run out of time and space. By the time he was through with her…

One more time, he put the bobby pin to use, confident she couldn’t hear him over the tub’s jets. Gingerly turning the knob, he waggled his eyebrows as it rotated completely. Opening the door with slow, careful movts, ts, he eased in, closing and locking it behind him. Mute darkness greeted him and his breath caught in surprise. A myriad of candles flickered around the large bathroom, mainly on one side of the tub, casting a sensual glow over the body submerged in the churning water. Damp curling tendrils clung to her cheeks and neck as she lay back in a recessed seat, her head rolling side to side, her breasts hidden just below the swirling eddies.

Natalie breathed deeply as her dozing gave way to a dream that tossed her head. He had her from behind, her hands clutching the chair. No one was around and the sunlight streamed through the large windows of the studio causing her eyes to lower against the glare. The feel of his smooth, flowing thrusts invading and retreating! He was all around her, his hard cock pumping steadily faster into her, his hands sliding up her sides to palm her breasts, rotating them over the sensitive buds straining into his hand. She pushed back against him, forcing him deeper and deeper into her, surrendering to his command of her body. The harder he plunged the more she moaned and pleaded and encouraged. She was so hot, her skin burned, her insides liquefied and drizzled down her thigh. Ready to jump off the cliff she craned her head back and prepared to scream in ecstasy…

She jolted awake. Bleary-eyed she blinked her muscles no longer relaxed in the water, her insides roiling from the rudely interrupted dream. Natalie’s stomach rumbled with a carnal appetite as she thought of Hayden and the things he’d said to her, done to her that day. If only he were here… A mass in the shadows moved. A scream of distress pierced the air over the sound of the jets. The darkened form stood above her, already shirtless, barefoot and working at the belt on his pants, blue eyes boring into hers.

Natalie’s heart shudd ind into overdrive as she gawked. Hayden! How did he get in? Straightening abruptly she stared at the door he had to have come through. Looking back up at him, her throat closed, her eyes unable to wrench themselves away from him as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, the evidence of his arousal tenting his boxers for a moment before they, too, were kicked aside. She stared at the swollen length of him like a ravenous animal, images of her dream reverberating in her head.

“Now, Natalie,” Hayden’s low, mumbling voice wrenched her attention higher to focus on his face, “we settle it.”

Adrenaline kicked in. Panic fastened its clammy hands around her throat choking off her airway. The width of the oversized tub made it more of a small dipping pool and she surged across it for the other side, the candlelight at one end lighting a golden sheen to the droplets clinging to her back. Hayden stepped into the tub and darted across, the depth slowing him down a bit.

Natalie scrambled over the edge of the sunken tub onto the floor crawling as fast as she could. He was quicker. Lightning fast, he grabbed her ankle and sent her sprawling face first to the cold tiles. Out of the swirling water he hoisted himself to his knees, hanging on tightly as she struggled and squirmed to gain her freedom. He was having none of it. Hurling curses at him got her nowhere. With a hard tug, he yanked her back to him, his hands curving around her hips and lifting her off the floor. Pulled onto his lap, her slender legs slid along his outer thighs. One of the arms snaked around her waist and trapped her to his chest, the evidence of his arousal wedged against her back.

“Hold still, you little bitch!” Hayden’s angry voice grated into her ear as she fought him like a wildcat, nails digging into his hand, her heart near bursting with the adrenaline.

“Let me go!” She screamed her frightened fury at him above the din of the Jacuzzi jets. In answer, his other arm anchored itself against her chest, his hand gripping the opposite shoulder preventing any excessive movement. Still, she struggled against the living cage, her energy swiftly draining out of her, leaving her limbs lax and pliable.

“Are you finished?” Hayden’s sarcastic tone stiffened her spine. The spending of precious energy wilted her in his hold. “Quite a display of energy you put on just now. I’m sure you have some in reserve…because you’re going to need it.”

With that, she bucked against him but he only tightened his arms and laughed. Bending his head beside hers he sunk his teeth into the side of her neck with firm, tortuous pressure. Natalie closed her eyes and bit her lip, ordering her traitorous body not to respond. Hayden felt the infinitesimal elongating of her neck and smiled into her skin.

“Soooo…you like that, do you?” His teeth tugged her earlobe then sucked it into his mouth.

“No!” Natalie squirmed in denial, only to have his arms tighten, emphasizing the tantalizing shape of him against her lower spine. Whipping up anger she ordered herself silently to not push against him. Congratulating her success at halting her response she lost focus for a moment.

The mistake of letting her guard down widened her eyes as one large hand slid down her wet, slippery skin, over her belly, honing in on its destination with casual e Fr Frantically, she struggled and Hayden grinned to himself. With her thighs spread wide over his, her legs curved alongside, the heart of her lay open and inviting. Peering over her shoulder he watched what he was doing, his finger gliding easily over the blood-engorged button and into her. The slick essence guided his intent, pulling him greedily in, her muscles trying to latch on to him as if another part of him invaded the enticing tunnel.

Natalie swallowed and bit off the tiny whimper, but had no protection to still the instinctive undulation of her hips at the sensual gliding of his finger. Against her will her body gripped at his finger and shuddered as he withdrew it and slid it slowly, lingeringly over the hard nub.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” He rested his chin on her shoulder and brought his finger up for close inspection. His other hand loosely wrapped around her throat so she couldn’t turn her head away. “Mngernger’s all wet. Sure doesn’t feel like water. I wonder what it is?” Lifting his head, his rough cheek resting against hers he lifted his finger to his mouth, lips closing around it as he sucked it in and back out, his tongue swirling around the digit, testing the taste and texture. Bending his head, he bit lower and sucked the skin where her shoulder and neck joined. He pulled out his arsenal of weapons. Intimate knowledge of her body and its cravings were too tempting to ignore. Three weeks of being held at bay needled him. Anger and frustration swirled into a blazing conflagration. There would be no turning back now.

“You’re all primed for me to pump you,” Hayden’s lips traversed the cord of her neck, caressing the sensitive skin as his finger returned to its search. “That didn’t take very long. All of twenty seconds, maybe. You’re as wet and slippery as if I’d been teasing you for hours.” Finding her ear, his tongue swept into the delicate shell. “You like it rough? Hmmm. If I’d known I’d have been this rough a long time ago.”

Shudders of arousal quaked her in his arms as his finger rocketed wicked jolts of lust through her. Unable to deny itself, her body responded, one arm sliding around his neck drawing his head closer. Her neck craned in wanton invitation and he acquiesced, biting and licking the exposed length. Natalie cl her her eyes in helpless surrender, her mind reeling, and then tunneling in on the rhythm he was coaxing out of her. Wetting her dry lips she lowered herself and begged.

“Please, Hayden…ah…don’t…do this…ungh!” She whimpered, tears pricking behind her closed lids as her hips surged against his hand again.

“Hmmm?” He lazily murmured, his mouth and tongue busy at her ear, matching the rhythm of his hand. “Don’t do what? Fuck you? Baby, it’s too late to beg. Three weeks too late.”

The coarse language galvanized her and shot her out of his mind-blowing control. The squirming and straining began anew, her movements desperate and indignant. A hand grabbed the arm around his neck and forced it to the floor. Hayden bent over her until she was on her hands and knees in front of him. The realization of his intent sent her bucking and wriggling, lashing with all her strength for freedom. Frantically she surged backwards, hoping to hit his arousal just enough to wind him and gain release. He laughed and held her still, easily the winner in the contest of strength.

Curving over her he rasped his intentions in no uncertain terms. “A mare fights a losing battle against a stallion’s intent to mate. To tame a wild horse, cowboys ride them until they wear themselves out. They buck and kick to throw the rider and when their strength is gone they surrender and, voila, they’re tame.” The words saucered Natalie’s brown eyes. “I’m going to ride you, Natalie. Hard. You can buck and scream and curse and try to throw me off all you want, but it’s not going to happen. You can’t stop reacting to me anyway, so why fight it?”

“Go to Hell!” Natalie screamed, her chest heaving in angry frustration.

“Only if you’re going with me,” he retorted, his hand angling his hardness to her, sliding it over the eager, wet entrance. In answer she shivered, her body pushing back, anxious to receive him. “See? You can’t even wait for me to fill you. And, baby, seeing you on your hands and knees like this waiting for me makes me so hard it’s enough to make me lose myself too early.”

“I hate you!!!” She yelled, tears falling to the cold tiles in large drops. In response, her body reared back again, betraying her with its desire.

“No, you don’t,” Hayden corrected, sliding his shaft over the sensitive area again. “You just need to be taught a lesson. You don’t play fair, so I’m not playing fair anymore, either.”

One hand reached for her scalp and forced her head down, arching her back like a feline stretching in the sun. The moment her head dipped the hand returned to her hip, dug hard fingers into the flesh and pulled her back. The length of him glided into her welcoming core with an ease that belied her anxious desire for him.

A growl of rage snapped her head up, her body pulling and struggling with frenetic haste. Natalie jerked sideways, forward, her knees and hands scrabbling for purchase on the wet, slippery floor, but the hands clamped onto her hips crushed her movements. No matter what she did, he countered and rode her with slow, steady, controlled movements.

Images of her bent over the armchair assailed her as he continued a lazy, punishing rhythm. In and out, he set a leisurely pace, savoring the exquisitely tight feel of her. The hypnotic tempo seduced, keeping her at fever pitch but not enough to drive her up and over into oblivion. The smooth friction of his shaft possessing her drove her too willing body to counterpoint his dance. Every time she pushed to hurry the movements his firm hands slowed her down, one hand entangling into her hair and pulling her head up.

The sight of Natalie before him, taking him in against her mind’s will enthralled Hayden. Releasing her hair he curved over her, one hand sliding along her rib cage and over her rock hard nipples, eliciting a trembling moan for more from her parted lips. With each rocking thrust he stamped his brand on her, in her. The fight gone, she willingly participated in the actions, her disjointed moans and murmurs encouraging him onward. For a brief moment he savored the feel of her, the clenching of her muscles to his invasion. A wild, conquering howl rose in his throat but he swallowed it back down.

The churning of his body’s release sent a frission of lustful pleasure through him and he groaned at the primal urge to bury himself deep inside her and fill her with his life-giving seed. Quickly, he withdrew and stood, hauling Natalie unceremoniously to her feet. She cried out in confusion as he whirled her around and dropped her onto the wide, long sink counter. Brown, dilated eyes met savage blue ones as he yanked her forward, her legs automatically linking around his waist.

“Not from behind,” he panted as he impaled her again, her inner muscles closing around him. “I want you wrd ard around me while I’m screwing the living daylights out of you. I want to feel your nails digging into me, your mouth biting me, these incredible legs anchoring you to me. I want to possess every atom of your soul and when we come, together, the game is over and I win. You’re the prize.”

The words consumed, incinerated Natalie’s will. As his thumbs rotated around the pebbled tips Natalie grabbed fistfuls of damp, wavy hair and opened her mouth to accept the plundering of his. Greedily, she sucked his tongue and entwined with it, all thoughts of rejection ridden out of her. They kissed and bit, lips and teeth searching for every piece of flesh they could find. Natalie threw herself back onto her hands, arching her back. Not needing direction, Hayden’s lips and tongue found her nipples and sucked and tugged and lashed until she burned in time with the grinding of their bodies. Her legs cinched higher around his waist, drawing his shaft deeper, enhancing the incredible sensations.

Panting with exertion and ruthless lust, Hayden pulled free. Natalie murmured a complaint, but he pushed her back onto the long counter and angled her along the length of it. Climbing between her legs, he lowered himself, Natalie’s hands gripping his hips, guiding him into her. His rapacious mouth claimed hers again, drinking in all her moans and whimpers. Feeling her legs viselike around him, he tore his mouth away gasping for air. Natalie’s head lolled to the side, her glassy eyes on the mirror, peeled to the mesmerizing sight in the flickering candlelight as their bodies mated ferociously. Hayden followed her line of sight and had to turn away from it, the visual picture too much for his overheated body to handle.

“Look at me!” Hayden snarled between gritted teeth. Natalie reluctantly turned away from the beguiling sight and looked up. “I am going to explode inside of you! I can feel your body gripping me...ahh…you want to let go, too.” In response, Natalie flexed her inner muscles around him. “Tell me to do it or I’m going to pull out and leave you here.” Wide-eyed she gulped and nodded, her body shaking with the oncoming orgasm. “No,” he sucked in precious air, “say it. Tell me to take you.”

“Take me, Hayden,” Natalie whispered her plea, twining her legs over his thighs. “Please, oh…yes, like that,” as his pelvic bone scraped the tight bundle of nerves, “…just…like…that…”

Her voice trailed off, her eyes closing as she plummeted towards the implosion. But he wasn’t through. “Look at me, Natalie,” Hayden breathed raggedly with the force of holding his own explosion. Heavy, aroused eyes opened halfway.

“Oohh, yes! Hayden…ungh! Ungh! Hayden!!!!” Natalie’s voice pitched high, the impatient friction of their coupling almost more than she could bear.

“Look at me!” He grated the command. Natalie unwillingly forced her eyes back open as their bodies ground together faster and faster. Lost to the dance, she gasped, her back arching in preparation but her eyes remaining on his as he drove her to the very edge. Wild, feral eyes bore into hers and he rasped, “I…love…you.”

She imploded. Hayden slammed into her, every part of his body locking in stasis as his seed roared out of him and into her eager body. Natalie screamed as her muscles convulsed around him, rubbing along his length, the orgasm rocketing through her limbs. No ripples, no waves, just pure electric energy coursing through her in hard, heavy pulses, sizzling the nerve endings, raging to every empty place in her and filling it with blinding light as she spasmed and writhed under him.

Fingernails tore at his shoulders while her muscles rippled around him, luring him into the fiercest release he’d ever experienced. Spasms gripped and released him in ticlutclutches until he thought he’d faint from the overload to his senses. Powerful, violent tremors racked his body and he groaned at the primal fire raging uncontrolled within them. Natalie convulsed one last time, arching high to receive all of him. Suddenly her legs slackened their hold. Rapid heartbeats hammered into one another in the aftermath. Overcome, he dropped his head beside hers, turned his face into her neck, and collapsed, exhausted and spent, into the safe haven of her arms.
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