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All Dressed Up	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 5967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Back in the reception room, Natalie found Patti chatting to some people and quietly positioned herself at her side, not in the mood to talk to anyone but needing Patti to run interference for her. Patti greeted her with a grin and even though the others tried to immediately drag Natalie into the conversation, Patti kept pulling the conversation along other lines. In a few minutes, seeing Natalie’s lack of response, Patti excused them to go in search of something to drink.

“Are you all right?” Patti studied Natalie’s flushed cheeks.

“I’m fine,” Natalie managed to answer, her eyes searching the room. At the bar she ordered another sparkling water and squelched the urge to guzzle it down.

“Are you sure…?”

“I said I’m fine,” Natalie muttered between gritted teeth as she exchanged a polite smile with another patron. “Let’s just wander around for a bit and then I’m leaving.”

“Ok,” Patti narrowed her eyes trying to figure out just what had gone on between the two of them.

The two women circled the room, exchanging pleasantries and discussing the costumes with others. Often, Natalie’s eyes roamed the room watching and waiting. When Hayden appeared, she followed his progress to the bar where he ordered another beer. He turned and found Tove and they mimicked her and Patti’s routine. Now and then Hayden’s and Natalie’s eyes met and lingered, playing a game of chicken, Natalie losing each time by looking away first. Each time they found one another, Natalie felt the tiny pilot light of her desire glow a little brighter. The wave of drowsiness fell away as an ache for something more began to eat at her. His eyes trapped hers once more and she knew it wasn’t over. There had to be more than this.

Hayden couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Natalie seemed to have forgotten her dress was sheerer than she had thought. The tilt of her head looked as if she was listening to someone, but her eyes were now on him constantly. He knew she had no clue what the conversations were that drifted around her. Tove finally nudged him when a famous director asked him a question for the second time. Hayden shook himself and apologized. Focusing, he participated in the conversation. When they were alone again, Tove fixed him with a glare.

“Are you nuts? He’s talking of us producing a picture of his and you’re out in left field?” Tove marveled at Hayden who was already turning his attention across the room.

Natalie paused at the doorway meeting Hayden’s eyes for long moments. Then, she turned and disappeared. She was leaving. Alone.

“Hayden, you’re doing it again!” Tove chastised, following his brother’s line of sight and seeing nothing.

“Don’t wait up for me,” Hayden ordered, and without giving Tove a glance headed across the room.

Shocked, Tove gaped after his brother. Patti wandered up beside him.

“I think they want to be alone,” she smirked, watching Hayden leave. Startled, Tove turned to her.

“Hayden? And Natalie?” Tove looked at her as if she’d lost her mind.

Patti laughed and slipped her arm in his. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink and tell you what I know.”

She waited on the steps until he emerged beside her. They walked together to her limousine and climbed in never exchanging a word. Once the doors closed and the limo pulled away from the curb, Natalie released a relieved sigh. Hayden sat, fingers of one hand still wrapped around the beer bottle, his eyes staring straight ahead. Natalie’s heart thudded heavily in her ribcage, threatening to break through its casing. She waited for him to look at her or speak but minutes went by without him doing either. Tension thickened dominating the space around them. Uncertain, her body stiffened in apprehension. A tentative hand reached towards his arm.

“Don’t touch me,” he grated, his voice low and threatening. As if burnt, she jerked her hand away. His voice softened but still vibrated with a menacing tone. The hand on his knee formed a fist. “If you touch me I can’t promise you you’ll reach home in one piece.”

The warning sizzled along already sensitized nerves, the voltage of his words honing in on her core. Images of what could happen inside the limo battered at her mind, tripping her heart faster. The fact that he refused to look at her only sharpened her need. There was a hint of violence in his words, as if he was hanging onto his control by a hair. It was hard to swallow, to breathe, to think. Reaching behind her she unpinned her hair to occupy her hands. Hayden’s head turned, his eyes on her movements. Glossy strands of hair swung free and he clutched his fingers around the bottle to resist the action of burying his hands in it. Hands combing her hair into some sort of order stilled as her eyes met his. From where he sat, he watched her eyes darken and grow heavy. A sting of arousal shivered through his length reminding him it was still waiting for her. The anticipation sang in his veins.

By the time they reached New Jersey, Hayden’s patience unraveled with the need to sink himself inside her. He knew that at this very moment she was wet and hot and tight and the knowledge taunted him. Every time their eyes met he saw right into hers, the beautiful orbs unable to withhold their secrets. His chest expanded on a heavy breath in an attempt to alleviate the pressure around his heart.

The limo slowed to a stop in the driveway of Natalie’s house. Before the driver could get out of the car Hayden was on the pavement assisting Natalie. She murmured a thank you to the driver and walked ahead of Hayden to the door, her hands fumbling in her little clutch purse for her key. Head spinning, she unlocked the door and led him inside.

One hand dropped the bottle to the floor and pushed the door shut while the other grabbed Natalie’s arm and yanked her into him. Before she could say a word, she was wrapped in his arms opening her mouth to permit his entrance. Hands slid his jacket over his shoulders forcing him to release her long enough for her to push it down his arms and onto the floor. He gathered her to him again and her hands fumbled for his buttons, the labored breathing a testament to the frenzy erupting between them. One recalcitrant button skittered across the floor.

Hayden ripped his mouth away and buried his hot face in her neck. Natalie panted for air, her hands running into his hair when his mouth caressed the soft skin under his lips. A groan of encouragement tilted her head back to receive more. Large hands ran over her hips squeezing the firm cheeks of her rear. Rewarded with a soft cry he bit her skin before raising his head. The question raging in his eyes never got a chance to leave his lips. Grasping his hand in hers she led him up the stairs to her bedroom.

The room was dark but the open curtains still allowed light from the street to sift through the sheers, reminiscent of the shadows in the museum. Eager hands reached for his white shirt again slipping the buttons from their buttonholes and pushing the material over his shoulders exposing his chest to her wandering lips. They caressed and nipped their way across as the fabric surrendered to her. Hayden clenched his teeth, a muscle jumping in his jaw as he circled his arms around her to unbutton his cuffs. The feel of her attacking him hardened him even more, the outline of his shaft pressing against her stomach. Her lips moved in openmouthed kisses over his chest and down his sternum, all the way to the waistband of his pants. The touch of her tongue caused him to grab her and sweep her off her feet. Airborne she landed in the middle of the bed, Hayden kicking his shoes off and following her, yanking his shirt out of his pants, dropping it to the floor.

Hair in wild disarray, Natalie gazed up at the strain on his face. He focused on her neck again, finding the most sensitive places as if he’d done this a thousand times before. It seemed he knew everywhere to touch. Nothing was a secret from him. His rapacious mouth worked its way lower over her shoulders and along the lines of the halter. The halter branched off into a string that veered the material over her breasts in a keyhole pattern. The rasp of his tongue along the skin next to the material covering her breasts urged a whimper from her. Around the perimeter he licked, his tongue sometimes delving just under the material closing in on her nipples with each pass. Fingers twisted in his hair to guide him closer to one breast. A hand smoothed up over her dress to palm one small mound and a desperate arch bowed her back.

The whimpers got to him. Hayden’s head came up and eyed the front of the dress then bore into Natalie’s widening eyes. A frantically whispered ‘no’ barely punctured the air when he grabbed each side of the front of the dress and tore it with a strong wrench. The rip of the delicate fabric echoed in the room as it rent in two to the waist. Astounded Natalie’s lips parted only to let out a quivering moan under the overwhelming tug of his mouth engulfing one pebbled nipple. The onslaught of a thousand volts raced through her, squirming her under him. Mercilessly, he laved the tip, played with it until she arched her back so far he feared it would crack. He kissed his way lower ripping the dress into two pieces and exposing her tiny panties to his gaze.

Natalie sat up as he retreated, pulling the dress from her body. Hayden unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down his legs. Seeing him unclothed for the first time Natalie studied his aroused length, the searing fire between her legs roaring out of control. The realization that no one had ever wanted her with such dire need before had her crawling to the side of the bed and sitting with one leg on each side of him. One hand grasped him lightly and grazed up and down the taut length. Unable to tear her eyes away from her ministrations she raptly stared at his hardness. A pearly drop of him caught the light and her eye. Before she could think, she bent her head and ran her tongue over the droplet, smearing it over the tip of him.

The groan that split the air shot straight between her legs, the sound almost shattering her before they could go any further. When she trailed her tongue from base to tip she heard him catch his breath. A smile of female domination curled her mouth, the sense of power over him too tempting. Lips curving over him, she took him in.

The sensation of being engulfed by her rushed through him and threatened to overload all his circuits as his blood drained to pool where her lips and tongue teased. As she withdrew from him she flicked him a sultry glance. Hayden yanked her by the hair as soon as her lips completely left him and he threw her back up the bed covering her with his body. Holding her head still he plundered her mouth while one hand worked between them to find that slickened button. She jerked into his hand and he laughed. Two could play the same game. He left her mouth and in spite of her pleas and her hands grabbing his hair he kissed his way lower, his hands spreading her legs wide open.

At the first taste of her he hummed in appreciation. She gasped, her hips pushing against him. Shuddering, she cried for him to stop at the same time wanting him to take her with his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the raised bundle of nerves then along her slit to dip into her honeyed center. A cry of protest squealed past her lips.

“Please,” her hoarse whisper begged.

He obliged, sliding up her body, his skin gliding along hers. Her legs began to wind around his lower thighs as her hands ran up his back, their nails slightly pinching his shoulders. The tip of him pushed into the slick opening until just the head of him entered and then he withdrew. Her legs tightened spasmodically. He pushed in again, rested a second and withdrew, playing with her like a cat with a mouse before devouring it. Again. Through slitted eyes he watched her, feeling her trying to lift her hips to draw him into her.

“Hayden,” she panted, his name falling breathlessly from her lips. “Please.”

Always watching, he inched a little more of him into her then withdrew very slowly. Natalie swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on his face grimacing under the exquisite torture. The next time he slid slowly in she clenched her walls around him. The tightening ricocheted through his shaft his blood pressure shooting higher. He inhaled and tunneled his attention to the feel of sliding completely into her.

Their groans wrapped around one another’s. Stilling to concentrate, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder while she wrapped her legs around him. Hayden wanted to lie there absorbing the moment for his memory but his body began to move with a mind of its own, the smooth friction too delicious to halt. The fit of her was so snug he had to call on all his control. Natalie moaned under him and opened her mouth to his invading tongue. The advance and retreat touched off a whirlwind of alternating heat and chills along her nerve endings, her hips seeking to draw him in with every movement. The scent of him filled her as it had in the museum and half of her seemed to leave her body to peer down at the picture they made. The image too erotic she began to undulate in voluptuous rolls.

Incoherent words muttered between them every time they grabbed for air, the sounds of lovemaking exchanged back and forth. Hayden rolled over and watched through his lashes as she rode him, his hands squeezing and smoothing over her breasts, then trailing down to stroke the apex of her thighs. Natalie tipped over and held herself above him with her arms on each side of his head. A wicked smile goaded her and she bent her head to nip at his lips. Hands grabbed her hips as his evil laugh quivered up her spine. With a quick move he rolled her back under him and began pistoning into her with long, measured strokes.

The heart of her coiled, winding until she thought she would spontaneously combust. He answered her plea of faster and hitched his hips, driving into her with a vengeance. She thrashed under him, clinging to him and crying for release. His body broke away from him and surged harder, faster, recognizing her appeal for him to take her. Up on his forearms he shifted his weight all his attention on their mating, the sounds of their bodies a hypnotic symphony. Beneath him she took everything he gave and the peak of the mountain came into view. The moan of carnal excitement that buzzed into her ear triggered her orgasm. In massive waves of release, she convulsed under him milking him into exploding into her at the same time. Hearing their cries only heightened the climax. Natalie squeezed his shaft as her contractions threatened to black her out and Hayden’s head reared and fell back as he came in long, hot spurts. For what seemed like forever they froze, locked into one another, all thought suspended in the tempest that had begun to spin into mythic proportions hours ago. Grinding into one another, they strained for the stars until the last contraction gave way to collapse.

A blank slate for thought, Hayden fell on top of Natalie, his face buried into the side of her neck. He felt her legs loosen, but her arms banded him even tighter. Tears trickled over her cheek and he kissed and licked them away. Her body shuddered under his and he tried to move away, but she whimpered and clung so he lay still and recovered his equilibrium, still deep inside her.

Stunned in the aftermath, Natalie’s mind refused to work, her body still refusing to surrender its control. She floated, her body weak and boneless and she found the weight of him a comfort. Finally he lifted his head and she saw the glazed, sated gleam in his blue eyes. It had to be a mirror of her own expression. He kissed her, tenderly sweeping his tongue into her mouth then kissing the corner. In spite of her exhaustion, her heart fluttered at the contact.

Hayden rolled off her and carried her limp body with him. Immediately, she snuggled next to him, curling her petite body to the contours of his. In the sanctuary of his arms, Natalie drifted asleep but Hayden stared at the ceiling mulling over what had happened and wondering what to do about something so mind blowing it may have changed his whole life. When Natalie shifted, he sat up and worked the covers down then covered them up, spooning her to him. Sleep stole over him, claiming him before he had a chance to fight.

Time ticked on when Hayden startled into consciousness and blinked in confusion. The warmth of a body sprawled over him shocked until he realized the body was Natalie. It was still dark out and he lay for minutes reliving the night and enjoying the lack of tension in his body. If he never had to get out of bed again, he wouldn’t. He could have slept for a year, but reality reminded him that could never happen.

Carefully, he eased away from the warm refuge of her body and scooted out of bed. Scrounging around in the dark, he located his clothes and dressed quietly, his eyes riveted on the sleeping woman, his brow furrowed in thought. If it was possible, he thought, she was even more beautiful in innocent sleep with her cheeks rosy and her lips invitingly parted. Missing only his jacket, he stared at her and then moved to the bed to brush his lips over her cheek. At the doorway he paused and looked at her again then left the room. Downstairs, he found his jacket on the floor by the dropped bottle and fished out his cell phone. He called for a taxi and shrugged back into his jacket. Nothing left to do he squared his shoulders, let himself out the door and headed into a cold, empty night.
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