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You STILL Can't Control Destiny	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 9139 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This is the last chapter I have finished and I don't know when I'll get the next one done. I need to work on The War and get it completed. Thanks for all your reviews! They really encourage me to keep writing!

Chapter Five

Hayden gasped as he came back to consciousness. The first edges of awareness blurred then sharpened. Appraising the situation, he inventoried his body. A spinning top replaced his brain and his body pulsed with spent pleasure. A groan rushed from his lips. Fire crawled in paths up his back and he winced trying to figure out why.

Something smooth, pliant, and soft lay under him and he breathed in deeply. His nostrils recognized the sweet scent of Natalie and his eyes drifted open as memory returned. Natalie! Of course. Even now his body hummed. And he was STILL hard and buried deep inside her. A chill spread over his skin as damp droplets of sweat dried in the cool air. Sleep wanted him but common sense assailed him, reminding him that they were on the dining room table and he was pressing Natalie into its hard surface.

Drained, Hayden rose on his forearms and gazed down at Natalie. Her eyes fluttered open and met the gleam of blue. A languid hand swept up his back as he lowered his head and kissed her.

“MMPH!” Hayden grunted, pulling away with a grimace.

Natalie’s hand left his back. She brought her hand close and looked at it. Small streaks of blood decorated her fingers and she stared in disbelief. Hazy memories of digging her nails into him surfaced, but she had no energy to convey her regret. If a blanket had been handy, she would have just pulled it over them and gone to sleep with Hayden still inside her.

We’d sleep like Ying and Yang, two halves of a whole.

The thought started to carry her away when the solace of his body left hers. Natalie murmured a noise of protest and weakly reached for him and the comfort he provided her. Long fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her upright. She slid off the table, looking up at him with dazed, liquid eyes that beseeched him for physical contact.

Out of habit, Hayden swung her into his arms and staggered into the bedroom. At the side of the bed he set her down and threw back the covers. Even as tired as he was, a glint of male appreciation danced in his eyes as he observed his woman’s total dishevelment. Her hair tousled, his marks on her neck, his essence dripping down her thighs stirred his desire for her again. But the physical body ruled him out. Instead, he climbed in, tugged the covers up and spooned himself around her. A noise of contentment sighed from her and despite complete exhaustion, a naughty grin quirked his lips. No one could tip her into complete meltdown but him. Somewhere an ancient ancestor stood and beat his chest in homage and Hayden took a mental bow. Natalie snuggled closer seeking his warmth and strength and Hayden gathered her protectively close and slept.

Natalie awoke with a stretch and a smile. A hand reached for Hayden but met only warm sheet where his body had recently lain. The sound of the shower met her ears and she snuggled back down to replay everything that had happened. Her body felt as if it had been ravaged, yet never had she felt so alive, so free, so…desired. She still wasn’t sure what had happened between them or where that part of Hayden had emerged from.

Maybe it’s the dark side, she scoffed. Hmm. If that’s the dark side of him, I hope I see it again someday. A long breath whistled between her lips. Wow.

The shower snapped off and Natalie lay still listening to Hayden’s muted movements. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the sounds and kept them closed when he traipsed through the bedroom and into the kitchen. When he was gone she struggled out of bed, dove into the bathroom and locked the door.

On trembling legs she stumbled to the sink, her mouth gaping in horror at the face staring back at her. Heavy black streaks of mascara and eyeliner raccooned her eyes and streaked down her cheeks. Disgusted at how awful she looked, she jumped into the shower intent on making herself as pretty as possible, the desire to please him strong and pulsing through her. Why was she acting like a schoolgirl? This was Hayden! Her sweet, loveable, soon-to-be groom! And sexy, a voice whispered in her head. Don’t forget VERY sexy. Hands pressed to her cheeks a moment while she tried to compose herself. Part of her couldn’t wait to see him and part of her held back in awe.

When she emerged from the bathroom clothed in a light spring sundress her eyes fell on the bed already stripped and waiting for fresh, clean sheets.

Natalie strolled into the kitchen one hand over her racing heart. Her eyes lingered on the back of Hayden’s head tipped innocently to the side as he examined the contents of the refrigerator. Eyes unable to stop they wandered down his neck to his shoulders while she struggled to remember to breathe.

“Oh my goodness!” Natalie burst out, stricken fingers clutching her throat.

Hayden’s head turned towards her voice, an eyebrow cocked in question. Rooted to the spot she met his eyes and caught a glimpse of a knowing smirk. It lasted an instant, a flicker in his eyes hiding the predatory gaze.

“Y…your back!” Natalie swallowed in dismay.

Down Hayden’s back cut long, angry, red scratches and welts. Though they weren’t bleeding, they screamed with pain. If they hurt that much he wasn’t telling. He shrugged a negligent shoulder and returned to perusing the fridge.

“If they scar it will have been worth it,” his comment drawled low and deep.

“Do they hurt?” Natalie moved beside him, worried eyes on the marks.

“Like hell,” Hayden admitted. His eyes met hers, the knowledge of what he’d reduced her to the night before burning into her. “But like I said, worth every drop I bled.”

“Y…you bled?” Natalie backed away mesmerized but strangely uneasy at the look in his eye.

Hayden closed the fridge door and advanced on his prey who unwittingly backed out of the kitchen and into the dining room table. The jeans low on his hips attracted her attention, her eyes following up over his body, devouring every line and muscle it found. A pink tongue poked out licking lips suddenly dry with nerves.

“Oh, it bled all right,” he breathed, barring any escape by placing a hand on each side of her. “Don’t you remember? You scraped trenches into my back last night when you lost your mind.”

“Let me put something on it,” Natalie gasped as his tongue slid over a tender spot on her neck.

“I may have to go without a shirt today,” Hayden mumbled kissing his way to her ear, lingering on the spot just below it. “I’ll walk down the street and everyone will see your marks and know who put them there and why.” His tongue licked back down her neck supposedly to soothe. “Hmm. That’s a nasty bite I gave you. I can still see where I sunk my teeth into you.”

Panting, she struggled for words. “M…maybe we sh…sh…should st…stay in,” she managed to choke out.

Hayden’s head lifted until his mouth hovered over hers. “Maybe,” he murmured, brushing her lips.

Hypnotized by the seduction of his mouth on hers, she succumbed to the tugging of her lips and promptly opened her mouth half-starved for his possession. A growl of satisfaction rumbled up his throat as his tongue deepened the kiss. In surrender her arms linked around his neck urging him closer. His triumphant laugh filled her mouth and he wedged her against the table. Overcome, her hands slipped to his back forgetting the scratches until he grunted, his body stiffening at the stinging pain.

“Oh!” Natalie ripped her mouth away from his, distressed. “I’m sorry! Let me put something on them!”

In response, he chuckled and lifted her onto the table climbing on top of her. “Later,” he flattened her to the table, one hand going to the fastening on his jeans.

The smirk reappeared as she gaped up at him. Concern for his back lost out to the craving swelling within her. When his hand rasped the zipper and freed his hard arousal everything around them fell into empty space. Hands yanked her dress above her thighs, pulled her soaked underwear to the side and slipped himself into her. Legs wrapped around him, giving him deeper penetration. A long, ecstatic moan accompanied her arching back.

“Hayden,” Natalie breathed closing her eyes as his length pumped into her, controlling her like a puppet. “Oh, heavens, Hayden…”

The swift accompanying jolt of her orgasm took her by surprise. A soft cry broke from her as she grinded against him wringing every ounce of pleasure from his ministrations. In answer, he shuddered and let his head fall back, savoring her gentle contractions that guided his own release. The intensity of the previous night tempered their reactions to one another rocking them in a gentle swell. Hips moving in perfect rhythm held the moments as long as they could. Hayden carefully laid his body on hers and kissed her.

“No one’s ever had a better bachelor party or morning…uh, afternoon after,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll stake my life on it.”

A dreamy smile plastered on her lips, Natalie sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. “How do you reduce me to a babbling idiot?”

“Want me to stop?”

“Never. You took my breath away. I didn’t know you had this dark side to you.”

He responded with an evil chuckle and murmured, “May the force be with me.”

Shivers wracked her body. Reaching for him, she heaved a voluptuous sigh. “Amen!”

A gentle finger spread the thick globs of antibiotic gel over the red streaks on Hayden’s back. He muffled curses from time to time and jerked away from the finger but managed to stay still long enough to get all of them safely covered.

“I’m so sorry, Hayden,” Natalie winced as he jumped away. “I’m hardly touching you! Oh, I feel just awful!”

“Just get it over with!” Hayden pleaded through clenched teeth. “You can make it up to me later!”

Make it up to him later? Natalie’s eyes rounded and stared at the back of his head. Again? Can he even manage it so soon? “Since when did you turn into such an insatiable stud?” Natalie chuckled but flicked him a wary glance. “There. Now let it dry. The gel has a natural ingredient to ease the pain and speed the healing process.”

Hayden stepped away and blew out the breath he’d been holding. “Since you shared your belly dancing art with me,” he answered. A wicked grin and raised eyebrows accompanied his words and his eyes roamed over her body.

“How can you even be thinking of that again?” Natalie gasped, her cheeks turning pink, her own desire stirring in the embers of satiation.

A hand grasped her chin and his lips covered hers in a juicy kiss before he looked down and surveyed her face.

“I just told you. Seeing you like that must have brought out my latent sexual appetite.” Hayden’s finger stroked over a spot on her neck. “I gave you a pretty nasty love bite. It may take days to go away.”

“Days? Our wedding is one week away!” Natalie wailed, running to the mirror to study the mark. “And you can see teethmarks!”

“Told you,” Hayden shrugged as someone knocked at the door.

“I didn’t believe you and you know it!” she fumed, heading for the door. “You were seducing me!”

“And doing a damn good job of it, too, I might add,” he snickered, his eyes twinkling.

Natalie spun back to him, eyes wide with horror. “It’s Tove and Hejsa!”

“So? Let them in.”

“But my neck, your back!”

“They’re adults. Just open the door and go change your shirt. I’ll keep them busy.”

Natalie swung the door open, flashed them a bright smile, a hearty hello and dashed away from the door before they could focus too closely on her. Tove and Hejsa managed hellos to her retreating figure and turned quizzical looks on their brother who only shrugged.

“What was that all about?” Tove laughed.

“Not dressed for company, I guess,” Hayden drawled, backing up to protect himself from prying eyes. “She’s probably making sure I put the sheets back on the bed right.”

“So, where did you take off to last night, little brother?” Tove asked with a grin.

“He didn’t stay at his own bachelor party?” Hejsa looked at both brothers in surprise.

“Nope,” Tove chuckled, plopping onto the couch. “And he had twins who wanted to crawl all over him naked!”

“What?!” Hejsa exclaimed, fixing Tove with a very sisterly glare.

Tove held up his hands. “Don’t look at me! I didn’t get them! I didn’t know it until they showed up!” Gleeful eyes turned on Hayden. “They were for him, anyway.”

Hejsa’s eyes stabbed into Hayden’s and he quickly defended himself. “Why are you looking at ME with that ‘you’re in so much trouble’ glare? I left!”

“And where did you go?” Hejsa crossed her arms ready to sit him down and shine a light in his eyes while subjecting him to a thorough interrogation.

“Home,” Natalie answered, smiling as she entered the room now wearing a high neck buttoned up shirt and short skirt to show off the legs Hayden loved to ogle. Throwing Tove a nasty look she added, “Where he belonged.”

“I had nothing to do with it!” Tove whined his defense. “How many times do I have to say it?”

“Then who did?” Hejsa raised an eyebrow at him, still not convinced.

“I’m NOT saying,” Tove clammed up. “If I tell, I get the feeling he’s dead meat. It could’ve been worse, Hayden. It could’ve been Anna Kournikova. Remember that time a couple winters ago when she ran into us…”

“Don’t go there, Tove,” Hayden warned, seeing Natalie’s body stiffen out of the corner of his eye.

Tove caught the look on Natalie’s face. “Oops. Did I just put my foot in it?”

Natalie opened her mouth to blast her opinion of Anna but Hayden intercepted her attention. Meaningfully he looked over her shoulder into the dining room at the table then back at her. Her mouth closed. Weak in the knees, she dropped into a chair. Anna’s loss was her gain, after all.

“Be right back,” Hayden promised, backing towards the hallway.

Tove’s eyes lifted as his brother passed a mirror on the living room wall. It was only a glimpse and Tove leaned forward. “Couldn’t be,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Could it?” Jumping to his feet, he called, “Hayden, wait a sec. I need to ask you something.” An anxious Natalie watched him hurry after Hayden as Hejsa continued to talk to her about the upcoming nuptials.

By the time Tove got to the bedroom doorway Hayden already had his arms through a t-shirt. Startled he jerked his head up. “Turn around,” Tove ordered.

“What? Why?”

“Just do it.”

“No,” Hayden refused and pulled the t-shirt over his head. The second he disappeared into the shirt, Tove dashed around him.

“What in the world…?” Tove’s mouth hung open as he studied Hayden’s back. “What happened to you?”

Calmly, Hayden gingerly pulled his shirt down over his back. “None of your damn business.”

“But…” Tove stammered. “Have you seen your back?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it.”

“How did that happen?”

Hayden stared at his brother and waited for the other shoe to drop. When it did Hayden had the notion of being the older brother for a change.

“Natalie did THAT?” Tove’s eyes grew so wide Hayden thought they’d fall out and roll under the bed. “But she doesn’t even have nails!”

“One would think so,” Hayden retorted, wishing his brother would just leave so he could lie down and go to sleep, a bout of exhaustion sideswiping him. “I said it’s none of your business.”

“Sorry,” Tove apologized, “but…well…wow. I guess I can understand why you left last night.”

If Natalie had seen the arrogant grin appear on Hayden’s face she’d have slapped him. Tove’s eyebrows drew together as he saw a side of his brother he’d never seen before. The mists of something dark lurked in the windows of his eyes, something sinister and hungry.

“Are you ok?” Tove eyed him skeptically.

“Sure,” Hayden’s face cleared into an innocent smile.

When they returned, Hejsa and Natalie were sitting at the dining room table looking over a notebook of wedding details they were working on.

“Wow,” Tove breathed, impressed.

Deep in conversation Hejsa and Natalie looked up at the intrusion.

“What?” They chorused.

Tove slid his fingers along the table. “This table is so polished I can see myself in it! That must’ve taken some kind of elbow grease.”

Natalie’s head bent over the notebook, her hair curtaining her face. As casually as he could Hayden shrugged, his eyes sliding anywhere but on the people in the room and the table.

Confused, Tove drew his brows together but continued to admire the table. “You could have the Queen to dinner on this thing.”

Hayden winced at the word ‘on’ and turned away, beginning to appreciate the humor in the situation.

“Uh, let me get those figures on the catering for you,” Natalie jumped up from the table. “I think they’re in the bedroom.”

Coward, Hayden longed to yell at her back.

“It is a beautiful table,” Hejsa agreed.

Suspicious now at the sudden silence, Tove scrutinized Hayden’s red face. Hayden’s eyes slid to his brother and immediately careened away while Tove’s mind spun through several scenarios.

“Oh...My… G…” Tove’s eyes rounded, his jaw dropping in shock.

“What?” Hejsa jumped in alarm. “What?”

Only Natalie’s return clamped Tove’s mouth shut. “I found them,” Natalie grinned. “Hayden set a bunch of scripts on top of them. Whoops.”

A paper sailed to the floor and under the table and Natalie ducked to retrieve it. As soon as she started down Tove jabbed his finger at the table then alternated it between his brother and Natalie. Hayden rolled his eyes then found his fiancée’s rounded posterior worthy of longer inspection and focused on the lovely sight. Hejsa watched Tove’s charade until he laid his palms together horizontally and pointed again.

Hejsa performed an admirable imitation of Tove and stared at her baby brother in disbelief.

You did IT on the table? She mouthed. Hayden only raised his eyebrows. Hejsa scooted her chair back from the table almost tipping it over in the process.

It’s clean. Hayden mouthed back, offended.

Natalie sat up just as Tove tried to get out the rest of it. Her eyes caught movement and glanced at Tove who found a sudden, intense itch on his back. Hayden found it too funny for words as Natalie pointed out something on the paper and Hejsa leaned way over to see, not coming in contact with any part of the table.

“Oh, that family definitely won’t be there,” Hejsa informed. “The dad is having surgery next week.”

As Natalie studied the list she bent to scratch out the name. Hejsa looked up just as Tove held his hand up in the imitation of claws then pointed to his back then to Hayden.

“Oh… My…” Hejsa coughed and rubbed her throat while Natalie patted her back. “Natalie, could I have some ice water? I am so dry!”

“Of course! I’m so sorry. I should’ve offered.” Natalie apologized, appalled at her lack of manners. “I got so caught up in things I forgot!”

She left and the siblings turned to their little baby brother. Hejsa’s mouth flopped open and she shook her head repeatedly.

“Look at his back!” Tove urged in a stage whisper, grabbing Hayden’s arm.

“Stop it!” Hayden hissed back throwing Tove a dirty look. “She’ll hear you!”

But Tove wasn’t listening. He jerked the back of Hayden’s shirt up scraping the skin on the material. Hayden yelped. “Sorry. Look!”

Hejsa gasped and rounded on Hayden, staring at him as if he were some new and strange lifeform.

“Is that why the neck of her shirt’s so high?” Tove jumped right back into the fray. Hayden gave him an even dirtier look.

“You,” Hayden pointed to his sister, “drink your water. And then,” he pointed to Tove, “get him out of here.” Tove grinned and Hayden wiped it off. “I want to clean the table a little more and I don’t care if I have an audience or not.”

Hejsa gulped the ice water and found a plausible excuse to leave, afraid Tove would really put his foot in it and embarrass all of them. She hugged Natalie but knowing about Hayden’s back only squeezed his arm. Tove had no such qualms and hugged away. Natalie bit her lip at Hayden’s grimace of pain and Hejsa hit Tove’s shoulder.

“OW! Can’t I hug my baby brother?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a baby anymore,” Hayden drawled, his half smile curling.

“You can say that again!” Tove exclaimed. Hejsa shoved him none too gently out the door.

Behind Natalie, Hayden gave a wicked grin and waggled his fingers in goodbye. Wrapping his arms around her waist he placed an open mouthed kiss just below her ear.

“I’m not a baby anymore am I, Nat?” Hayden’s voice sent a shudder through Natalie. Hejsa and Tove gaped at their brother as he raised his head and smirked at them.

“N…not in the least,” she breathlessly shivered, her head lolling onto his shoulder.

Hayden chuckled. “See ya.” And with that he shut the door. Nibbling lower on Natalie’s neck, fingers unbuttoning her shirt to give him access to the areas already bearing his teethmarks, he muttered, “Let’s go to bed.”

Natalie gasped as his tongue soothed over the tender skin. “N…now? What about your back?”

“You can lie under me,” his hands slid up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing the hardened points over and over. She moaned, her bottom rubbing over his instant erection. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes, please.’”

“You’re insatiable!” Natalie gulped, no desire to stop him from his goal. Already he was peeling clothing from her like she was a banana and she aided and abetted him. By the time they reached their bed they were naked and Natalie was pulling him onto the bed and on top of her.

“Nice and easy,” her tongue swirled into his ear.

Hayden slid home, her passageway slick, tight, and hot, just the way he liked it. “Nice and easy,” he agreed, setting up a slow, teasing rhythm that had her rolling her hips in voluptuous undulations. “It just means I have more time to stroke you.” She arched her back in response and he dipped his head laving a pebbled nipple with his tongue. She moaned. He growled in appreciation at the taste of her in his mouth.

“Do you like that?” He murmured, lifting onto the palms of his hands. Lean hips ground to a crawl, his shaft stroking in and out as slow as he could manage. The agonizing groan that shot from her and the way her hips pushed higher to try and force him faster was answer enough.

With a wicked chuckle he pulled to his knees and grabbed her hips to keep from slipping out of her. “Or how about this?” She cried out again at the new sensation, heavy, sultry eyes alight with new lust. After a couple of minutes he slid his hands under her back, pulled her onto his lap and fell onto his haunches lifting and pulling her up and down on his length, invading her body a whole new way. Careful of his back she wrapped her arms around his neck and began to grind onto his lap.

“Ah, you’re so wet,” Hayden breathed into her ear.

“Mmm…you…oh…OH!”

Hayden tilted her back to reach her aching breasts and lashed them with his tongue. Small hands cradled his head, her chest shoving forward begging to be suckled as they moved. His lips vibrated against her skin when he laughed at her eagerness. Kissing his way to her mouth he let her attack him reeling with the heady sexual power he had over her.

Wrenching her mouth away she looked at him, eyes inflamed with the conflagration he was building in her. The evil smirk curved his lips and a splayed hand traveled down between their bodies until his thumb rested on the hard, swollen bud. Nataile’s eyes widened. It lightly brushed the sensitive spot.

“Oh…g…” Her hot breath blew over his lips. “You’re driving me cra…zy…” She sucked in a deep breath and whimpered. “Damn you …H...Hayden…mmph…oh…” His thumb rasped quickly over the nerve-impacted center. “Stop teasing me…make me come…please…just…” The movement slowed. “No! Oh! Don’t…oh…PLEASE!” The thumb circled it caressing her with just the right amount of pressure until she started to tighten around him, then ceased its attention. “You bastard!” Natalie panted, so worked up tears filled her eyes.

“Shh, baby,” Hayden licked her lips sliding his tongue to catch the salty moisture. “Shh. I mean to have you. And you’re going to feel so good when I let you fly. Trust me.”

“Hayden,” Natalie whispered nuzzling his nose, “please…”

The thumb resumed its pace, their hips creating a dizzying friction. He groaned deep in his throat as she squeezed him with her inner muscles.

“You don’t think he was going to…” Hejsa asked Tove as they stepped out of the building and hailed a taxi.

“Nah,” Tove held the taxi’s door open for her. “Did you see the circles under his eyes? He’s exhausted! Phew! That must’ve been some night!”

“But did you see the look on his face when he closed the door?”

“Sis, he’s not Superman. No man could keep THAT up for twenty-four hours straight!”

Somewhere many stories above them, Natalie screamed in release as her walls violently convulsed around Superman.
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