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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 3

Natalie closed her heavy eyes and curled her arms around Hayden’s neck as his heart hammered against hers. Not only could she hear his labored breathing but she could also feel it hot against her neck. Replete and exhausted she tried to form any kind of thought but her mind refused. This was too new and startling. Did it really happen?

Her brown eyes opened and focused on the ceiling as their breathing returned to normal. One hand threaded through his damp hair, the fingers combing it tenderly. She couldn’t stop herself from touching him. It felt so right. Slowly her reasoning returned and she stiffened as the enormity of what had just taken place hit her. This was so wrong! Why hadn’t she been more forceful when he pressed his advantage in his delirium? He was seriously ill and hadn’t known any better!

…And he had taken her someplace, some special place she had never been before. Tears gushed into her eyes and spilled down her face, wetting the cheek that rested against hers. The head lifted and a confused Hayden looked down at the tears tracking over her cheeks. A dawning look of horror crossed his face and he bent to her softly kissing and licking the salty droplets from her face.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned repentantly. “I’m so sorry! I never meant to h…”

“Shh,” Natalie kissed the words from his lips and guided his face back to where it had rested against her neck. “It’s all right. Sleep now.”

Hayden’s eyes closed and two breaths later he fell into a peaceful slumber, her heartbeat his lullaby. Natalie lay for a while reluctant to let go of this strange, new feeling or of the weight of his body on hers. Finally, when she was certain he was deep asleep, she wriggled out from under him and picked up the thermometer. 105.2. One tenth wasn’t much to cheer about, but it was one tenth better than 105.3.

In the deepening twilight she gazed at his profile. In the shadows of the room he resembled a Nordic god sprawled out in heavenly splendor. Natalie knelt beside the bed held in thrall by the sight and reached out a trembling hand to brush the blonde hair from his eyes. His earlier words haunted her. ‘Let me into your soul.’ What had happened between them was…no! She would NOT think about it! How was she going to face him after all this?

Crawling around the floor she eventually located all her clothes and dashed to the bathroom. When the lock clicked she stood a moment numb with disbelief. A trail of creamy white oozed from her thigh to her knee and she stared at it blankly. Hayden. He was leaving her. All of it was leaving her and the coldness that replaced him was dark and sterile. Trancelike pic picked up his washcloth and cleaned herself.

Unintentionally her eyes met her reflection in the mirror above the sink. A gasp burst from her lips as she spied what looked like teeth marks in one shoulder. Turning around she craned her head and caught sight of small bruises on the rounded cheeks of her bottom where Hayden had squeezed to hold her to him as he’d stroked in and out of her, bringing them to…Natalie bit hard on her lip and steered her mind elsewhere. What telltale marks did he have? Were they really that brutal to each other? She quickly dressed and went into the living room, switching on the lights and TV in an attempt to put things back to normal.

Fifteen minutes ticked slowly by before she realized she had to check on him. Holding her breath she tiptoed into the bedroom. Hayden still lay sprawled on his stomach, one arm shoved under the pillow, the other thrown out to his side. The scent of their lovemaking permeated the air and she winced as her body stirred in anticipation at the uneasy memories.

The hall light glistened over his body, coating it with a dewy sheen. Natalie frowned and stepped closer to feel his skin. Warm. Not hot, t. t. Moist! His fever had broken! She sighed her relief and took his temperature. 101.1! Carefully she pulled the blanket up and over his body to ward away any chill and scurried back to the living room when the desire to just stand there and watch him sleep proved to be too great. Gnawing on her lip she knew she had to stay until he awoke, until she was certain he was all right. She reached for her cell phone and called Ewan with the good news.

Ewhouthouted the good news to his wife so loudly Natalie jerked the phone from her ear. A tiny smile at Ewan’s relief pulled at her lips for a moment. She promised to keep him posted and ended the call quickly. Nausea rose into her throat as she fought the images that plagued her. The cell phone rang and afraid of waking Hayden before she was ready to face him she jabbed the button hard.

“Hey, Nat!” A cheery voice sang in delight.

“Chelsea?” Natalie frowned at the familiar voice. “Is that you?”

“Huh!” the voice snorted in mock offense. “Of course it’s me! Who were you expecting? From the sound of your voice I’d say not me, obviously.”

“No! I just wasn’t expecting any calls!” Natalie denied. Standing she paced the room keeping her voice quiet enough so she would not wake Hayden. “I just hung up the phone and it rang immediately, that’s all. Where are you?”

“Well…” the voice drawled, “let’s me look around and figure that out. Hmm. From the looks of it I’d say the Sydney airport.”

“What!” Natalie gasped, smacking a hand to her forehead. “You’re here?”

“Yep. Oh, I know I wasn’t supposed to be here until the middle of next week, but, hey, I had nothing better to do so I figured ‘why not now’ and here I am.” At the ensuing silence the voice questioned worriedly, “That’s all right, isn’t it?”

“Oh! Of course!!” Natalie assured, plastered a smile on her face and crossed her fingers in hopes that the smile sounded in her voice. “I just can’t believe you’re here!”

“I know, I know,” the voice chimed airily, “unpredictable me. Listen, don’t worry about me. I’m taking a taxi and I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see you!”

The phone call ended and Natalie stared at the phone, dismay wrinkling her forehead. Hell! She ground her teeth together. Now I have to act like nothing’s wrong! She perched on the edge of the couch furiously working out her actions in the upcoming days and forcing Hayden out of her mind with lousy results.

One eye dragged open and searched the darkness. Odd shapes played in the shadows and the eye blinked twice tightly bringing in to focus the dresser across the room. Disoriented, Hayden rolled sluggishly onto his back and groaned at the aches in his body. It took several minutes of lying still to bring any kind of semblance to his brain as to where he was and how he had gotten there.

The first thing he noticed was his lack of clothing. His eyebrows shot up. Second, his pillow was wet. His skin was damp. What the hell? His head was heavy but he managed to turn and look at the nightstand where he could make out a glass, some sort of plastic aspirin bottle and an ear thermometer. Ear thermometer? Hayden screwed up his face trying to piece things together. Have I been ill? And what is thcentcent? Shrugging, he dismissed it and carefully slid out of the covers and stood. Shower! His body screamed and obediently he fished clothes out of a drawer and headed for the bathroom.

The click of the bathroom door startled Natalie and her breath stilled. He’s awake! Her hands clenched at her sides and she mentally pep talked herself into normalcy. I can do this, she chanted. I can do this. No big deal. I can handle him. Rushing to his bedroom she stripped the linen from the bed with scrambling hands and threw any evidence of what had happened into the washing machine.

Hayden tilted his head back with a grateful groan. Water sluiced over his body flowing in rivulets over his shoulders and chest. For long minutes he stood under the spray reveling in its massage. Unbidden, misty images poked at his mind, teasing in their obscurity. Concentrating Hayden bent his head and squeezed his eyes shut. A picture slowly formed and focused of a girl under him crying out. She was soft where he was hard. She moved. He moved. Tight. Wet. Heat. He gazed down into eyes glowing like topaz. Topaz! Natalie! Images fractured and try as he hard as he could nothing else would form in his memory.

It was enough to shake him out of his lethargy. Showering quickly he got out and pulled on his jeans, too agitated to wait and throw on his t-shirt. Shaken, he strode into the living room.

“Natalie?” Hayden halted so fast he almost toppled over.

Natalie gulped and met his blue eyes. Reading total lack of comprehension in them she put on her best superior smile. “Hello, sleepyhead! You got sick on the set today. Do you remember?”

Hayden grimaced as he failed to have any memories. “Um, no. Did I vomit?”

Natalie chuckled at his distasteful expression. “No. You didn’t disgrace yourself. But you had a very high temperature. I was supposed to drive you home but you did it yourself!”

“I did?” His eyes rounded. “I could’ve killed somebod
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“I was NOT happy with you,” she admitted wryly. “By the time I got here you were delirious and your temperature was over 105! I was frightened out of my wits!”

Hayden’s heart dropped. Delirious! “I don’t remember much.”

“I got a couple Tylenol capsules in you and you finally went to sleep.” Carefully she uttered the words. “What do you remember?”

“Nothing!” Hayden admitted. Sheepishly he added, “Well, except for some VERY vivid dreams!”

Natalie’s breath hitched. Dreams! He thought it was all a dream! Good fortune was smiling on her. “Really? They say that can happen with a high fever. Were they, uh, good dreams?” The casual question dragged her eyes to the ground when she found herself staring at his bare chest.

“Well, let’s just s…say they were pretty stunning,” was all he would allow, a blush creeping up his neck. The LAST thing he was going to tell her was his dreaming of being inside her! Realizing he still had his shirt in his hand he quickly dragged it over his head and hoped it hid his embarrassment. “Uh…have you been here the whole time?”

“Sitting right here,” the cheery lie almost choked her. “I had to make sure your fever went down. One more tenth of a degree and I was calling an ambulance. Looks like the Tylenol did the trick.”

Hayden gave a low whistle. “I had a headache this morning. That’s all I remember. I can’t thank you enough, Nat.”

“No thanks necessary,” she brushed the words uncomfortably away and stood. “I’m just glad you’re ok.” For something to do she stretched. “Well, I got a call from my friend, Chelsea. She’s here a few days early and on her way from the airport so I should go. Will you be all right?”

“Sure, sure,” he assured, walking with her to the door. “I’ll be fine.”

“Get some fluids in you,” she clucked liked a mother hen making Hayden grin to himself. “If you start feeling ill again you call me right away,” she said in a serious tone. “Please! Or call Ewan. Promise me?”

Something buzzed in Hayden’s ears. ‘Promise me.’ No, that’s not right. What was it? A distant voice echoed, ‘for me?’ Eyes coaxed, bodies moved…

“Hayden?”

“What?” he jumped and shook his head to dispel the cobwebs. “Oh. Yes. I will. Promise.”

Natalie smiled playfully at him. “Good. I’ll see you later. Oh! Your sheets are in the wash. Since your fever broke I thought maybe they should be washed. Do you want me to wait and remake your bed?”

“No, it’s ok.”

“All right. Bye.” The sanctuary of her door beckoned. She stepped across the hall and unlocked the door.

“Bye. And thanks again, Natalie. Have a good weekend.” Hayden closed his door and leaned gratefully against it. Wow. Images tormented his mind never crystallizing to his satisfaction. I must’ve really been hallucinating! Either that or wishful thinking, he scowled morosely at himself. Yea, fat chance.

Natalie dropped against her door and crammed her hand against her mouth to stop a hysterical sob. He thinks it was all a dream! Well, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Bracing herself she swallowed the confusing tears and took a deep breath. Yes! It’s for the best! No one will ever know. With that she moved into the kitchen, an evil voice in her head taunting, ‘no one will know but YOU, that is.’
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