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A Dalliance In London (COMPLETED)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 5958 -:- 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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This chapter tends to be a little raunchy. He is a darker personality here. There will be a sequel to this vignette where he won't give up the chase. Many, many thanks to Kelly for her help with this story!

Hayden stumbled back a step and released the quivering young woman in his arms. Thwarted, he scowled, his drooping eyes studying Natalie’s stunned face. The agitated rise and fall of her chest caught his attention and for long moments he wat her her as she stared at him in dazed amazement. A haze of lust clouded his normal thoughts, his body revving in overdrive at the sight of her and the remembered feel of her bottom nestled in his hands.

“W…we’ve got to get back to the hotel, Hayden,” Natalie stammered, embarrassed at her momentary lapse in his arms moments ago. “You’re…d…drunk.”

A little swagger in his step he closed in on her, forcing her to stumble backwards. He was faster though and moved in, snatching her hand in his.

“No…I’m not,” Hayden denied, a devious half grin touching his lips. “But you’re right. We need to head back to the hotel. Too many people around here.”

If the words were supposed to put her mind at ease, they failed. Natalie’s confusion allowed him to pull her along, away from the safety of the light and crowd and farther into the night. Trancelike, she walked alongside him, the tingling of her lips reminding her of the hard pressure of his mouth on hers. Even through the awful embarrassment she felt her body singing in frustration at the fulfillment she had denied it. But Hayden was not in his right mind, she reasoned, so she had to be. Otherwise, this was a disaster in the making. Sneaking a glance at him from the corner of her eyes she groaned silently as she saw his profile silhouetted against the streetlight. A naughty smile played at the corners of his mouth, a brazen stirring between her legs answering the thoughts his smile betrayed.

Natalie closed her eyes helplessly, trying to gain control over her body with deep breaths. Unfortunately, closing her eyes also meant not watching where she was going and a moment later she tripped. Hayden’s reflexes, unimpaired it seemed from the alcohol, kept her from falling. Slammed into him she gasped, her bewildered eyes flying open and lifting towards him.

Darkness descended. His head blocked out any light as his mouth opened over hers again. Caught off guard, her body charged ahead of her self-control and opened for him, allowing his tongue to sweep between her lips. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt for balance as he chained her to him again with one arm. Shards of lust sliced through her, the electric sensations careening along her nerves, a line of intense pleasure zapping from her breast to the apex of her thighs. Once more her underwear caught her desire. Impossible to not respond, she kissed him back driving a hungry groan up his throat and into her mouth. The pulsing zinged through her again. Only then did she realize that he was thumbing her nipple, forcing it into a hard aching pebble.

The squeal of brakes around the corner screamed into her mind. Thudding to reality, she pushed against him frantically, the notion of anyone witnessing them unbeae. e. He let go and watched with satisfaction at her horrified expression, mouth open, eyes saucered and glazed. Another smile curved lips that were slightly swollen from the pressure she had inflicted on them. Natalie’s hand rose to her mouth, fingertips pressing on the softness.

“What are you doing!?” She cried out, her voice wobbling with emotion.

“You taste heavenly,” Hayden answered, his tall frame advancing again. “I could kiss you all night.”

In a panic, Natalie backed away rm orm out to ward him off. “Stop! Hayden, what’s wrong with you? This isn’t like you! I…I…”

“You like it,” he stated, his eyes riveted to hers.

“N…No! I don’t!” She asserted, scrambling backward, almost falling in her haste to distance herself from him.

“Liar,” he jeered softly. “I bet you’re soaking wet from it.”

A gasp choked from her, cheeks reddening. He made her lightheaded when he spoke like that! Always one to know what to say, words failed her. There was no way he could know that, she reminded herself, straightening her spine. The only way he could know would be to touch her…damn! She closed her eyes in despair at the image that produced. If this went on much longer she would be lying in the street, pliant to his every whim! Opening her eyes, she looked at him. He stood relaxed, hands on hips, head tilted as if waiting for her to confirm it. Even in silhouette she could make out the tousled waves of his hair where her fingers had earlier wound, and see the predatory glitter of his eyes. She gulped. Being short made her weak to the long legs of a tall male. And she already knew what a great behind he had. Damn, damn, damn! She had to get out of there and fast.

Summoning every acting skill she possessed she stamped her foot and set her mouth in an angry, firm line.

“I am not going to put up with this any longer! The only reason I haven’t slapped you yet is because you’re my friend, but if you keep this up you’ll leave me no choice! In fact, I am going to walk the rest of the way alone!” So there, she added silently, patting herself on the back. Oscar winning performance, wet thighs be damned!

Hayden shook his he “No “Not a hell’s chance you’re walking alone. I’ll be a good boy.” For now, he amended to himself. Ushering her ahead of him he let her lead off, but paced himself beside her a moment later. Waves of frustration flowed off her. He could feel the confusion swirling inside her. It was heady to be on top for once, the double entendre not lost on him. On top. The earlier kiss ran through his mind. He could still feel the sweet flesh in his hands, his hardness cradled between her thighs, hear her appreciative, excited murmur before sanity snatched her from him.

Never in his life had he felt such a desire to possess someone, but there it was. He wanted to plunge into her, ride her until she begged for the sweet ree one only he could give her. She wanted it, too, he was certain of it, but she still held onto propriety. Propriety be damned, he cursed it, his decision firm. If they reached the hotel Natalie would flee to the safety of her room. That could not happen. She would be his before then. I may not be able to find a tree, he mused, but I’ll find something.

A whole block went by with no mishaps. Gradually, Natalie’s wariness lessened, but she refused to look at him, fearing what she would see. The stickiness between her thighs chafed and she couldn’t wait to reach the hotel and stand under a cold, stinging shower to stave the desire raging in her. Halfway through the next block, Hayden cupped her elbow, tightening his hold when she instinctively tried to pull away.

“This is quicker,” he muttered, guiding her down a side street. Mentally shrugging she allowed him to guide her, the thought of quickly reaching safety too much tos ups up.

Natalie squinted to peer down the street. Lengthwise it definitely appeared to be shorter, but it was so dark it was hard to see. The only lights fell at each end, pools of comfort in the distance. Lined with closed shops the street lay utterly still and deserted for the night as if sleeping before the next busy day arrived. An intrepid New Yorker, Natalie trudged on, not worried in the slightest. After all, she wasn’t alone and it wasn’t that late yet.

One moment her world lay before her content and even keeled, the next it tilted off its axis and plummeted into chaos. Hayden grabbed her hand suddenly and yanked her off the sidewalk and into the recessed doorway of a used bookstore. Back crashing into the door, she yiped, her hands grasping his forearms to steady herself. Lips slammed onto hers yet again, seeking her response in the tongue dipping deep into her mouth. Weak minded, she whimpered in protest and punched out her fists, but he was quicker and pinned them to the door, successfully trapping her into accepting him.

He’s out of control, her inner voice taunted to her. You did this to him. You, Natalie! He wants you! And admit it, you like this out of control Hayden, the voice insinuated with a leer.

In a nanosecond she succumbed, his famished kisses too much for her. The second he felt her struggles cease, he lifted her wrists above her head, securing them in one hand while the other grasped for her tank top and pushed it up over her breasts. Breathing heavy, he loosed her mouth and watched her while his hand slid up to cup the soft flesh. A shaky moan erupted and her head fell back as he tugged and rotated the taut tip with his fingers. Turning the back of his hand to her, he trapped it between the vee of his index and middle finger while his thumb stimulated it with merciless rolls. A cry of overloaded sensation rang from her and he looked down to watch his ministrations and admire how, with her hands above her head, her breasts lifted in offering to him.

Fondling her, he lifted his head silently invoking her to look at him. It took all her might to force her heavy eyelids up, the look of lust in his eyes arousing her more.

“Your tits look delicious,” the intent in his deep voice quaking her body. “When you can’t take it any longer and beg me to fuck you I will. Right against the door.”

The images he invoked strangled the protest in her throat. Before she could do no more than drag in air, he attacked, his mouth honing in on one large areole, covering it with a hard suction. Unwanted desire sobbed through Natalie as he lashed repeatedly at the stivetive nub, the sensations robbing her of any thoughts but one. Raw hunger incinerated her, consuming every rational idea and burning it beyond recognition. Her body began to move, writhing to rid itself of the tension coiling through her, winding to an intolerable tautness. Frustration nipped at her as he still imprisoned her wrists above her head, pressing them into the dark wood. He sucked and licked and then scraped her with his teeth. Biting her lip she attempted to stay silent but the wers ers grew in volume.

Lights glanced off the window near the doorway as a car slowly made its way down the street. A frantic whisper of his name lifted his head, his eyes searching her fear, doubt rearing its head on him for a second.

“A car!” She exclaimed hoarsely.

He shrugged. Natalie gasped in shock as he lowered his head and attacked the other breast. He didn’t care! She froze a moment, but the lights glanced off a window nearby and angled down the street. The car never saw them. A fresh burst of desire washed over her as she wondered about the picture they would have made if the car’s headlights had found them, the split second of light outlining the decadent pose. She tried to feel shame but the insistent tugging on her nipple drew her back to him. A slender thread held her sanity, its delicate grip unraveling with each tug at her breast.

Suddenly, he straightened, releasing her wrists from their imprisoned state, butcklyckly grabbing one of her hands before she could react. Watching her with hooded eyes, he forced her hand down until it formed around the hard aching ridge pressing against his jeans. Both fought for air. Natalie tried to snatch her hand away, but being stronger, he slid her hand up and down the shape of him until she began to help. Grunting, he squeezed his eyes shut savoring the friction of her hand on him. Wild eyes opened onto hers, glazed sav savage need.

He’s going to take me, Natalie told herself. He’s going to take me and my body’s incapable of stopping him. In her mind, the faceless girl he had pinned to a tree years ago faded, Natalie’s visage replacing her. Somewhere inside him lives this animal and I’ve released it.

Aware of her desire for him that mixed with the powerful demands of his body ripped the thread of sanity in two. The moment she capitulated he knew. Her hand took over, needing no help. It cupped him and pressed harder, a groan of appreciation spilling from his lips.

“Are you wet, Natalie?” He rasped, his hand sliding over her abdomen, triggering jolts of carnal need. He rucked her skirt up her hips, his fingers gliding into her underwear and over the damp curls discovering the slippery heart of her. A curse muttered from him as her hips began to dance to his tune. “You’re hot and soaked for me.” Dropping his head onto her shoulder he inhaled. “I can smell how much you want me…juicy enough to eat…shit, I can’t think of that or I’ll come right in your hand!”

His fingers plunged in and out stroking an insistent rhythm, stoking a fire of record heat. Teeth bit her neck, lips sucking the offended flesh, marking it in the barrage of feelings thrumming in him. Using his other hand, he lowered his zipper then urged her hand inside to free his aching hardness. The hot steely length pulsed in her tiny hand. Natalie ran her fingers up and down it then plunged under them to gently grab the sack already boiling with ill concealed need.

Hands bit into her rounded cheeks lifting her, his mouth consuming hers in a fiery kiss. The sounds grunting from them incited her ardor. Helpless in the onslaught she writhed against him, wetting his member with her juices.

“Baby,” he slurred against her ear, faltering her breath, “Mmmmm…going to fuck you…this is the next time you need to know about…” His head lifted, eyes glowering into hers. “Pull your panties to the side.”

Natalie’s heart flipped. This was it. She hesitated.

“Pull your panties to the side,” he ordered harshly. “Do it.”

Eyes wide she stared at him, fingers robotically obeying his command. Grasping the edge of the drenched panties she drew them to one side. Her head spun with the enormity of her action, but she was powerless to stop it. With one hand he caught his cock and positioned it against her, the head immediately pushing to gain entry. Her thighs began to encircle his when his hands clutched her hips and pulled her down, his hard shaft entering her with a powerful thrust.

Life screeched to a halt. Together they panted, stilling to adjust to the fit. Natalie grimaced as her walls stretched until she thought they would split, but she took him in and molded around the ridged spear.

Hayden struggled for breath, his legs shaking. “You…” he gasped, his hot breath swirling into her ear, “…sooo tight!” Disbelief colored his voice. Tentatively he moved forcing a moan from both of them. “I’ve never been …” he pulled out a bit and slid back in. “…never dreamed…” Willfully, his hips began to move, thrusting his shaft into her in short, stabbing strokes. “…anyone could be this tight!”

A wild growl snarled out of him. Flattening her back against the door he moved in and out of her, her walls clenching him as if to seal him to her. Hayden couldn’t slow himself, his body taking over and pumping itself into the slick, tight core, charging for something elusive just beyond him. It was too good, his body too turned on to not say so. “…too good…” he mumbled almost incoherently. “…Nat…so fucking…ahhh…good…”

Natalie felt every thrust, every stroke of his cock, heard every aroused grunt as he thrust into her. Between her legs he grazed the engorged nub over and over, teasing her into a frenetic rhythm. Besides her own release, she wanted him to come in her, wanted the result of his hunger for her to fill her, leak down her thighs as proof of his possession. Heart pounding she flung her head against the door as she felt the imminent surge rising.

Louder and louder her cries soared, coaxing him to take her. Her thighs clamped around him signaling the leap, the tight walls fluttering. One last lucid moment, he covered her mouth with his hand to mute her ecstatic cries and watched her lose it, her insides convulsing hard around him while she screamed into his palm. Over and over she came, jerking him, massaging his length with irresistible contractions

Lost to her release she burst into flames, stars shimmering behind her eyes in brilliant, combusting colors. Even his hand covering her mouth added to the exquisite stimulation. Struggling against him, she continued to come in a glorious burst.

The liberated, muffled sounds of her orgasm triggered his own before she finished. Pounding into her depths, his mind deranged with lust for her, he sunk into the tight, milking sensations she held him with and exploded in violent, hot spurts. Dragging his hand from her mouth he grouis lis lips onto hers. Natalie swallowed them down her throat, muffling the hungry noises. Every muscle locked and he rode it out, lost to everything else but the demands of his body. Brazenly, she writhed against him until he greedily emptied every last drop of his essence into her.

When the storm abated, he kept her pinned to the door to hold her up, their bodies fused together. Legs weak, he struggled to hold her plus give them both room to drink in great gulps of air. Limp with exhaustion they held on, their bodies recovering at a snail’s pace. Natalie’s head dropped to Hayden’s shoulder, her heart pressed to him, hammering its tattoo into his shirted chest. Long minutes past, neither able to speak or move, no ability to think disturbing their blank minds.

Natalie lifted her head to meet Hayden’s eyes boring into hers, a dazed, satiated gleam of astonishment lighting their depths. Tilting his head he took her lips gently with his in small, quiet kisses that soothed and calmed. She kissed him back with equal gentleness, her tongue tentatively touching his. He turned his face to find the soft flesh of her neck and shoulder causing her to purr and stretch along his body.

In his mind’s eye, Hayden glimpsed the picture they made. He was fully clothed, she half naked. An instant of shock echoed through him, but immediately fell away under the wanton picture of her state of dress. Hands reached for her top to pull it down over her. As the fingers moved they accidentally brushed the sensitive tips of her breasts. She shuddered, a tiny whimper humming out of her. He froze, his body still rock hard stirring at the reactive sound. Tipping his head back he fixed her with a long, hard stare. Breathless, she stared back, a wild hunger melting into her veins. Thoughts of setting her back on her feet disappeared in the fog settling over the London street, hiding them further from view. He lightly ground against her. Her hips answered in a sinuous roll. Slow but steady they began the dance all over again.
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