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The War (In The Beginning)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 16007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three

The intrusive burr of the telephone stabbed into Natalie’s restless sleep. Annoyance ripped her into consciousness and disoriented she reached for the phone. A twinge of unease at something just beyond her thoughts had her answering with a sleepy wariness she could not comprehend.

“Yes?” Natalie’s voice struggled to halt a yawn.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” a male voice teased. “Isn’t it time you were out of bed and ready for the day?”

“Hay…huh?” Natalie caught herself, her eyes wide with shock at the first person’s name to enter her mind. “Michael?”

“I’m ready to leave the hotel,” his voice grinned down the wire at her. “I know rehearsals wore you out, but I figured you’d be ready so we could spend some time together before you have to go back to Hayden’s. My plane’s leaving at two, so let’s not waste any more time than we have to.”

Natalie bolted upright, a shaky hand shoving strands of limp hair out of her eyes. ‘Oh! Michael, I’m sorry! I can’t believe I overslept.” Casting an eye at the clock she saw it was 9:00. “I’m jumping into the shower right now. It won’t take me longer than twenty minutes. I’ll be ready when you get here.”

“All right. I’ll be on my way shortly.”

“Bye.”

Natalie hung up the phone before he could reply, a mass of nerves knotting in her stomach. In an attempt to stop the nausea, she gingerly lay back down and breathed in and out in concentrated rhythm. Bleary eyes stared at the ceiling as a reel of devastating but highly erotic pictures of yesterday’s events flashed through her mind.

She groaned as it all rushed back, her body shaking in defeat. How could she have been so stupid! Never in her life had she done something like that. Never! And afterwards she had lain underneath him and almost fallen asleep, her body completely spent of energy. Fortunately, moments later the horrific realization of what had happened, the knowledge he was still buried deep within her shot through her and she’d pushed him off with a strength she didn’t have, flung herself out of bed, grabbed her clothes and hauled them on as she bolted for the door and fled. A block later a car honked, the driver waving in recognition. Natalie had recognized her friend from college and gratefully accepted a ride, her mind refusing to leave its befuddled state.

He didn’t even try to stop me, she fumed, the dark despair nipping at her heart. And why would he? He’d gotten what he wanted. She rolled over and punched her pillow. How stupid was she? So upset, yet so exhausted she’d returned to her apartment, called Michael with an excuse and tumbled into bed, Hayden’s scent clinging to her skin, a mocking reminder of the firestorm that had incinerated her.

Hayden came awake all at once. Confused, he blinked and wondered at the energy that seemed to zip through his body. The first thought in his mind was to go for a run. His body demanded action. It wanted movement, exercise. A smile creased his face. Usually, he groaned and rolled over for a few extra minutes, so this boundless need to jump out of bed was a welcomed surprise.

Three steps towards his bedroom door reality tumbled in, bringing with it memories of the day before, images so stark and clear in his mind that he froze in place. The energy that had been so enjoyable moments earlier now sizzled through him in places he did not want it to go as he remembered the exact moment he had thrust into Natalie’s hot, welcoming core. Hips slim but strong had pushed to meet him halfway. Deep brown eyes, wide with surprise at the feel of him had stared up then closed as she had groaned in a pleasure she couldn’t hide.

Winded as if he’d just finished a long run, his heart slammed in heavy, quickening beats demanding extra oxygen. A nervous pulse beat at his throat and he forced himself to move and head for a shower. It wasn’t much help. The water sluiced over him, drenching him in his memories, and the angel and the devil on his shoulders were no help. One moment he castigated himself for what had happened, the next he wallowed in remembering how hot and responsive she had been, the juices that coated his finger, and the undulation of her hips coaxing him to drive into her harder and faster. A noise of frustration buzzed against his clamped lips. He was going to come just thinking about it! Damn her! She had stirred up an anger he hadn’t even known was in him and then goaded him to react. Now how was he supposed to face her and pretend nothing had happened? A tiny niggle of guilt pricked him. Had it all been his fault?

By the time Hayden emerged from the bathroom, shaved and dressed, damp hair curling on the nape of his neck, the energy had flipped from demanding activity to attacking his nerves. Guilt ate at him and he stubbornly pushed at the explosive images in his mind, but every time he tried to empty them he remembered legs wrapping around him in encouragement or heard the surprise in her voice as she fell into release. An unsteady hand raked through his hair. How was he going to get rid of these images?

The key in the door grabbed his attention and a moment later Tove came bursting in, his eyes wide with incredulity, a small paper bag clutched in one hand.

“Sit down,” Tove ordered, striding over to the TV as he emptied the contents of the bag into his hand.

“What’s up?” Hayden asked, glad to have something different to think about.

Tove popped the DVD into the machine and rushed back to the couch with the remote.

“Have you lost your mind?” Hayden chuckled. “Found the girl of your dreams on a DVD?”

An evil grin cracked Tove’s lips as he looked at his brother. “Hayden, you are in for one hell of a shock, so you’d better prepare yourself for it.”

Puzzled, Hayden narrowed his eyes on his brother then turned to the wide screen. It was obviously a movie. The screen was filled with a dark room full of men sitting in chairs around a strategically lit stage, a pole in the middle. Raising his brows he glanced at his brother.

“This is a movie, right? It’s not a real strip club is it?”

“Just watch,” Tove instructed, biting his lip to keep from spilling the surprise.

Curious, Hayden watched as music with a seductive beat began and a girl strutted onto the stage.

“Not very tall and busty for a stripper,” came his first comment.

Tove watched his brother and waited for things to sink in. The girl moved into the light, her hands clasping the pole before she swung up and around it, her legs linking to hold her as she twirled in a tempting arc. As her legs settled back on the ground and her hips rolled, her face lifted, lips curved in a sexy smile and brown eyes glittering with promise.

The sharply drawn breath let Tove know his brother recognized the face. For a few moments he sat quietly, giving Hayden time to recover.

“It’s a piece from her new movie, ‘Closer’,” Tove announced to his brother. “I was at the studio and Charlie was in there editing it. He showed me this. The director cut this part out of the movie. Charlie said he’s pretty protective of Natalie and didn’t want it left in.” Tove cleared his throat as Hayden sat motionless. “Natalie agreed. She’s actually does a great job here.” Hayden glared at him. “Wait…there’s more. You won’t believe it.”

A strange faraway buzzing filtered out Tove’s voice and Hayden sat transfixed on the scene before him. Natalie circled the stage teasing the customers until the whistles and calls grew loud. When she turned her back to the crowd and her hands reached to undo her top, his mouth dropped open. A sick lurch in his belly warned him. Spinning back around, Natalie smiled a sleepy smile and let the top drift down her arms and onto the floor. Lusty cheers awarded her as she bared her breasts for the men, one of them being her costar, Jude Law. For long minutes Hayden stared in disbelief at the screen as he watched Natalie lose every stitch of clothing she wore. She grabbed the pole and tilted her head back to look at the customers as her hips moved to the drive of the beat in the music. He wanted to look away, to jump up and shut the TV off, but his body wouldn’t obey. Then suddenly it was all over, the director yelled cut and a member of the crew covered her with a large fuzzy robe.

Tove waited for Hayden to say something. A minute ticked. Another minute crawled and Hayden still stared at the now blank screen. Tove raised his eyebrows in question.

“Well? Aren’t you going to say something?” He prompted.

“What do you want me to say?” Hayden schooled his features and looked at his brother. “That I can’t believe she did it? Fine. I can’t believe she did it. I can’t believe she was willing to be completely nude in front of the camera.” Hayden pushed himself off the couch and paced to the kitchen and back into the room. “As a matter of fact, I find it hard to believe she is giving me such a problem on this bedroom scene…” His voice trailed off as a new bout of anger flickered in his belly.

“What?” Tove asked.

Hayden marched back into the kitchen and returned, a small purse swinging from his finger.

“I suggest that you make yourself very scarce today, Tove,” Hayden said, his eyes on the article dangling from his finger. “I have a feeling there’s going to be another blow up.”

“You mean yesterday’s rehearsal was that bad?” Tove’s eyebrows rose as he stood up and stretched, his eyes studying his brother’s stony expression. “I mean I know you said she was very late and not taking it seriously and you had an argument.”

“Oh, trust me,” Hayden sneered, dropping the purse on the end table, “you don’t want to be here.”

Tove shrugged and nodded. “As a matter of fact, I was coming home to pack an overnight bag. I have to fly to San Francisco to meet with Ed about the next project. He called me while I was at the studio. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Tove stopped and frowned. “Are you sure it’s safe to leave you alone with her? I’ve never seen you look like the devil incarnate.”

Hayden brushed off his concern. “Don’t worry about it. She gives as good as she gets. Just leave the DVD with me.”

“Oh, no,” Tove shook his head, backing up towards the DVD player. “You can’t show her this. Charlie could get into big trouble, man. I promised him I’d bring it back.”

“And you will,” Hayden nodded, following his brother. He grabbed Tove’s wrist as he reached for the eject button. “Tomorrow.”

“Hayden…”

“Charlie won’t get in trouble. I’ll see to that,” Hayden promised, his eyes lit with purpose. “Leave it here.”

For a few moments, Tove wavered before lowering his hand. “All right, but be careful with it,” he warned walking away. “Don’t embarrass her with it.”

“I have no intention of embarrassing her,” Hayden mumbled to himself. All guilt melted in the glaring light of this new information.

Hours later, a knock on the door snatched Hayden from his reverie. Restless, he had paced the large apartment searching for things to occupy his time, but even the script lay unopened before him. Once, he’d watched the DVD again just to keep the flames of anger banked so he could plan his strategy for their next encounter. As far as he was concerned he’d won the last one and his annoyance regenerated the energy that had sprung him from his bed. He knew it was negative energy and he felt a little like Darth Vader, which brought a mirthless smile to his lips, but he had to win this next battle with her. He craved it like a tiger that hadn’t eaten in a week. If she didn’t show up soon he just might go insane.

The sound galvanized him from his seat on the couch and he lightly sprung to his feet and stalked to the door. The peephole beckoned but he dismissed it. He knew who was on the other side. He didn’t have to look. He could feel her.

The door swung open and all the words Natalie had prepared disintegrated. Hayden stood staring at her with a neutral gaze, but a premonition of warning stirred in her head. Something wasn’t right. Not that she didn’t know things weren’t right, but something more was going on with him. A frission of fear tingled her scalp. If she could just get her purse and flee she might make it home unscathed.

Wetting her dry lips, she tried to force a smile but failed as he continued to stare at her.

“Uh...I’ve come to get my purse,” the words strangled out of her. “I left it here accidentally.”

Words unspoken hung in the thick, oppressive air. Hayden stepped back and let her in, shutting the door with an ominous soft click, his quiet footsteps following her into the living room, his eyes watching her frantic movements as she looked for her purse.

“Oh! There it is!” She let out a nervous whoosh of air, her heart speeding up as adrenaline to run kicked in. “I’ll just get it and be on my way…”

“Where’s Michael?” Hayden’s deep voice startled her from behind.

Natalie swung around tripping back a step. He stood so close to her that she had no room to maneuver. Calling on all her willpower, she stopped retreating and ordered herself not to remember anything.

“He caught his flight back to New York,” her voice shook in spite of her rigid control. “He’ll be back in a couple weeks to visit again.”

“Ah,” Hayden nodded, a perverse satisfaction heating the blood in his veins. “Good. Then we can rehearse.”

“Oh,” Natalie’s heart faltered at the thought of being alone with him again. “Uh, no, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean we…uh…after what…I’ll do the scene tomorrow without a hitch. You’ll see. Then we can move on and get this picture done.”

The room swayed a little before her eyes, Hayden’s form a little fuzzy and she tried to move away, but his hand grabbed her wrist, the fingers a little too tight for comfort. Alarmed, Natalie jerked her arm to free herself, but the fingers almost crushed her delicate bones.

“Hayden, let go!” Natalie demanded, her cheeks reddening under his obstinate glare. “I have to leave.”

“No, I don’t think so,” he said, the casual tone at odds with the punishing grip. “Not yet. Stay a moment. I have something I want you to see.”

With no chance to resist, she let him tug her onto the couch beside him, his other hand reaching for the remote. Puzzled, she looked at him, her heart banging with fright. The TV came on and Hayden started the DVD. As the picture lit the screen, a wave of nausea turned her stomach. Immediately she recognized the set from some of the scenes in her last movie and her stomach plummeted in sick dismay as she saw herself strut onto the stage to do her routine. Even though it was a character she was playing and not something she would ever do in real life, embarrassment burned her cheeks. He had seen her strip for the camera!

“Turn it off!” Natalie ordered, wrenching her arm, hoping to catch him off guard so she could escape. Hayden just tightened his grip. Rage surged up over her chagrin and tumbled out of her in a litany of obscenities aimed at him. “You bastard! Damn you! Where did you get this? How dare you! That scene was cut from the movie! When I find out who gave this to you they are going…”

“Nothing is going to happen to anyone,” Hayden maintained a veneer of control. On the screen Natalie’s top slipped away baring her small but perfectly formed breasts. “And what are you so uptight about? I’ve already seen you naked.”

One hand slapped at him, but his head ducked out of range just in time. Natalie jumped on him, swinging at him with her free hand, her blows harmlessly glancing off his shoulder and chest. Propelling himself forward he threw her to the floor, trapping her body beneath his as he fought to subdue her, the seductive music a backdrop to their fight.

“Stop it,” He finally muttered, pinioning her wrists alongside her head. Her body bucked and twisted beneath him in a desperate, but futile, attempt to get free, so he let her spend her energy until she tired out. Natalie’s chest heaved with raw emotion as Hayden glanced up at the screen. Unable to stop herself her eyes followed his and witnessed her gyrating before a mesmerized Jude Law. Mortified, she felt tears prick her eyes as Hayden looked down at her.

“Do you want to explain to me how come you find it so easy to drop all your clothes before Jude Law and a roomful of strange men, but fall apart doing a simple, tasteful,” he drawled the word out in contrast to the scene on the TV, “love scene with me in a bed? I have bent over backwards to protect your body from the crew only to find out I didn’t need to be so chivalrous.”

Natalie’s unshed tears dried under his scornful gaze, heat blasting through her, warming her inside and out.

“You give me that DVD,” she breathed, threateningly. “Or you’ll be sorry.”

“I’m already sorry,” his narrowed eyes blazed down at her. “It turns my stomach every time I look at it!”

For a split second, shame swept over her, but pride galloped to her rescue. “If it makes you sick, why do you keep looking at it?” She taunted, her brown eyes flashing. “Can’t tear your eyes away?”

Hayden sneered, his face flushing red. “Exactly. It’s like watching a bad car accident. It’s sickening but you can’t look away. Did you do Jude Law, too? Or am I the only lucky one to get that kind of treatment?”

The crass remark stung her into silence and she found herself unable to equate the nasty young man pinning her to the carpet to the sweet, endearing young man she had known forty-eight hours ago. Where had he gone? How could he be so mean?

“Get off,” Natalie ground out, jerking under him.

“Answer me.”

“Get. Off.”

“Answer. Me.”

The desire to escape won. “No,” she spat up at him. “I did not. I wouldn’t. Couldn’t.”

“You did me.”

Natalie closed her eyes to hide the despair, wishing she had never agreed to rehearse with him. If she had only been able to do that wretched scene with him! The press of his body on hers began to seep into her consciousness. No! She screamed to herself. Don’t think about it. Then her brain opened to recognize the scent of his skin. Panic poured into her. She had to get away! Her body was stirring to life under him, softening and liquefying. Furious with herself, she compelled herself to lie still.

“Hayden,” she pleaded, her voice soft and defeated, “let me up.”

Long moments passed, the indecision hazing his eyes. Finally, when she was ready to give up, he rolled off and stood up, walking away, his eyes refusing to look back down. Hayden strolled to the TV and shut it off, lifting the DVD from the machine.

On shaky legs, Natalie pulled herself up and extended a hand.

“Give it to me, please.”

Suspicious eyes met her deceptively bruised look. The sudden capitulation was too quick, too easy. He walked away, taking the DVD with him.

Panic spurted through her blood.

“No! Hayden, give it to me!”

Natalie darted after him, chasing him into a spare bedroom that housed a pool table. Quick-footed he dodged around the table out of reach and she stamped her foot yelling at him. A smirk colored his face and it snapped her judgment. Not thinking, she grabbed a ball from the table and threw it at him, enjoying for a second his sheer look of panic as it flew at him. Hayden fell back just in time and it hit the wall with a sickening thud and dropped to the floor. Astounded, Hayden stared at the hole in the wall then turned to find Natalie hefting another one in her hand.

“Don’t do it,” he warned, pointing a finger, “or so help me you’ll be sorry.”

The ball crunched another hole in the plasterboard. Natalie picked up another one.

“Give it to me, or you’ll be sorry,” she smirked back at him, raising the ball. “The next one won’t miss, you nasty, pea-brained, son of a bitch!”

Hayden dashed out of the way, but Natalie deduced his movement and threw it to the left. The ball smacked into his hand and he let out a yelp of pain. Satisfaction at hitting him filled her. For a moment. Red-faced he charged over the table before she could anticipate it and pasted her against the wall with his body, the DVD lying on the floor, forgotten.

His mouth forced hers open in an angry, punishing kiss, but she was ready for it and ground her lips against his, her hands tangling in his hair to hold him still. Flustered at her fencing off his attack, he lifted her higher against the wall and pinned her to the wall with his pelvis. The hard length of him drove against her igniting the tingle of arousal that she had fought to hold off. Like a drowning swimmer, she went under, the rip currents of passion dragging her farther away from her sanity.

Tasting her again detonated explosions of excitement throughout his body, feeding the ravenous parts of him that demanded he take her. Somewhere in the distance he heard the grunts of animals rutting and knew they were coming from him, but he didn’t care. The scent of her was like chum to a shark and it was feeding time. The heat of the battle stole the thinking part of him when she hitched her legs around his waist to hold her up. Oh yeah, she was surrendering and he would take the spoils.

Pushing off of the wall, he spun around and sat her on the edge of the pool table. Hands free, he swept them up her waist, his thumbs sliding over the pebbled nubs of her breasts. She whimpered and met his tongue stabbing deep into her mouth. He manipulated the hard tips again just to hear her whimper. Rough hands seized her t-shirt and yanked it above her breasts then pushed her away so that she fell back onto her hands. Displayed to his hot gaze, the dusky tips pouted at him and he attacked, sucking one deep into his mouth. Natalie cried out and scrabbled for his shirt. He lifted his head just enough for her to pull it off then returned to feeding on her breasts, the thought of her panties becoming drenched because of him dizzied him to one thought. Win at all costs.

Natalie sat up balancing on the edge of the table, her fingers dealing with the button on his jeans while he bit and sucked into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Every nerve receptor opened and overloaded on the pleasure and she closed her eyes to savor the rush as she pushed his pants and boxers down his legs. Hayden pushed her flat on the pool table and divested her of her shorts and panties, one finger skimming the slick folds of her, testing and teasing. When her hips rolled in lusty invitation he jerked her upright and positioned his length between the shadowed vee of her thighs.

The head of him slipped in. Natalie groaned, her head dropping to her chest. She tried to move her hips to take him in but he withdrew with a wicked, sexy grin. A hand wrapped around his shaft and pulled him until he slipped back inside. Natalie’s eyes met his and he grinned again, his hips moving himself barely in and out of her slick heat. Legs wrapped around his thighs and urged him forward, sliding his cock farther in where she could tighten around him. A growl rumbled in his chest as her tight walls encased him and instinctively he began to move, one hand on her hips, one steadying her lower back so she could move counterpoint to his thrusts.

Lips met and kissed, mimicking the movements of their lower bodies, the muffled noises between them growing more heated. Natalie leaned backwards until their kiss broke forcing him to hold her hips as he drove in and out of her with long, luscious strokes. She watched as his length pistoned into her, mesmerized by the driving power his body had over hers. Slumberous eyes rose to meet the dominant, demanding flash of his as he leaned towards her, placing his hands over hers for balance. Natalie’s legs widened to give him more room her face an inch from his as they watched each other. His hardness rubbed against the blood-engorged button of her desire and she caught her breath, biting her lip to hold the noise in.

Hayden’s lips grasped hers and began to play with her mouth, brushing across then darting a tongue between her panting lips. His teeth nipped her bottom lip and he pulled back a little, but her head followed, her mouth and tongue working him into a near frenzy.

“Faster,” she breathed into his mouth. Dipping his head he complied and also licked a trail of fire across her nipples.

The tension in his groin coiled into a taut rope of lust and the need to empty himself inside her drove him harder and deeper into her depths, the silken walls beginning to flutter in expectation. Hayden’s face filled her vision and he watched her start to fall apart, the telltale rosy flush spreading over her.

“Give it to me,” his hoarse voice whispered the demand. Logical thought long gone she lifted heavy eyes drowning in the fierce desire that matched her own.

Natalie moaned in return and whispered his name.

“Come for me, Natalie,” he ordered, gritting his teeth to hold back his own release.

The heady surge of climax erupted within her at his words, her head snapping back as her body shook under the overload of sensation coursing through her. Wave upon wave radiated out, her walls clenching and releasing his shaft in a heated, molten massage. Her cries filled the room and her incredibly long contractions unleashed the starving creature within. Violent spasms rocked him and he surrendered to the onslaught, his body locking as he jetted into her in long, hot spurts, emptying his seed deep within her core. Lost to the world, he grunted as he took her, shooting into space until his body had nothing left to give then floated back to earth in a daze.

The room still spinning, Natalie lowered her back to the pool table, too tired to pull down her shirt. Hayden followed, resting his head on her chest. A hand stole up to his head, the fingers running through the soft strands. Her heart thudded in his ear, the rhythm oddly soothing like a lullaby. Tired, he closed his eyes, promising himself just a moment to recover.

Natalie sifted his hair through her fingers, her brain refusing to function. She knew what had happened…again…but she was too tired to worry about it just yet. Hayden had taken her to that place for the second time in a row. How was that possible? Right now she hated him, didn’t she? A humored grin lifted the corners of her mouth. She was still wearing her shirt, but he had his pants and boxers down around his ankles. That must look silly. The thought that he couldn’t wait to get his clothes off wiped the grin away. Under the circumstances it seemed pretty sexy to her.

Hayden’s breath wafting over her sweat-slicked skin prickled goosebumps on her flesh and she shivered. His lazy head lifted and he blinked at her.

“We’re going to bed,” he announced, hoisting himself off her so he could step out of his pants.

Natalie struggled upright and Hayden slipped her shirt over her head.

“But…”

A gentle finger touched her mouth then his lips brushed hers. “Shh. We’ll talk about it later,” he promised, helping her off the pool table. “We’re going to bed.”
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