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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
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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I apologize for taking so long to get this up. I am being called to substitute teach a lot lately which is taking up my time so that I can't write! Also, I am warning you in advance that the next chapter will probably be raunchy in both action and language because this war is building up to a knock down drag out fight! Thank you for your reviews!!! They really help me to want to write more!
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Chapter Six

Natalie propped herself on an elbow and glared at the clock on the bedside table. The increasing frustrations churning inside her rumbled up and with a fist she landed a vicious punch into her pillow before throwing herself back onto it. Five minutes had passed. Five, lousy minutes. Time refused to advance. Dawn had been an eternity in coming, the hazy light seeming to never grow into day. For hours she had tossed and turned, constantly waking up, never drifting into a deep sleep, thoughts of Hayden doing excitingly wicked things… not to her, but with her! The fact that she was such a willing participant in her dreams did nothing to soothe her mind. Upon waking from another steamy dream she found herself bathed in a light sweat, her heart pounding against her ribcage, her thighs damp with desire.

As she lay there, the fringes of the last dream brushed her memory and she succumbed to it, letting it flow through her mind, her body tingling and revving at the pictures. In it, Hayden had come through the door intent on one thing only…getting her. She was still in her underwear and camisole and the wild gleam in his eyes as he gazed at her set off her own desire. Without a word, he had picked her up and laid her on the closest flat surface, the kitchen table. In moments they were naked and he was climbing on top of her. She writhed and twisted in agony as she waited for him and as he came down to her she speared possessive fingers through his tousled hair, opening her mouth to the crush of his. She needed nothing but his first brutal thrust and waves of hard, heavenly contractions blasted through her. The fierce grip and release on his arousal sent him into his own and like animals they grinded and grunted to a spectacular finish. By the time they were spent, both were breathing heavy and sweating. There had been nothing sweet about it. A week of waiting had only added urgency to their sex.

Startled awake, she had lain in bed on the verge of orgasm and now reviewing the dream sent a heavy beat of lust drumming through her. Natalie pushed herself out of bed and marched into the bathroom, filling a glass with cool water and held it to her face before gulping it down. There was no way she could go back to bed. Sleep refused to quiet her nerves and the delicious buzz between her legs and the sweet tingling in her breasts were a torture she was actually enjoying.

Natalie brushed her teeth and splashed water on her hot face, then made her way into the living room. There would be no respite until Hayden finished what he’d started the day before. A spurt of anger sliced through her at her lack of control, but the humming of her body simply slapped it away. It knew what it wanted and control of any kind didn’t come into the picture. It wanted dominated and ravished. She pressed her hands to her heated cheeks and groaned, reasserting a thread of her sanity.

A cold shower would dampen this madness, she told herself. Once I get my sanity back I can get dressed and get out of here for the day. He’ll never find me and I’ll be safe for a while.

A while. Natalie snorted at that. What was a while? A few hours? If her state of need was so desperate, what was his? There was no way he was going to let her go. He would hunt her down and take her. This new side of him thrilled her but sent a tendril of fear spiraling through her. He reminded her of a panther, silently tracking her, waiting until the hunger within forced him to charge and attack. She would be devoured and, God help her, she hoped so! Her body pulsed with the thought of him thrusting his hard length into her over and over and over. Just the thought was enough to almost trigger an orgasm as she stood there in the still dark living room.

“Shit, what am I going to do?” Natalie whispered, running tense fingers through her hair.

The loud hammering on the door startled her and she jumped, one hand pressed to her pounding heart. It was only 5:30 and a spear of fear lanced through her when the knocking started again. Tiptoeing to the door, she peered through the peephole, her breath blowing past her lips when she saw the familiar silhouette. Clumsy fingers fumbled with the safety chain and precious seconds ticked by while she fiddled with the locks. After what seemed an eternity, she threw the door open, her breath coming in heavy, agitated pants.

Eyes, blue and narrowed, focused on her as Hayden stepped over the threshold and closed the door with his foot. Turning slightly, he flicked the lock closed, eyes never leaving her, raking in the scantily clad sight. Hunger sculpted the shadowed angles of his face and Natalie’s mouth watered at the sight of him openly lusting for her.

Hayden saw his need reflected back at him through her slumberous eyes. Without a word he picked her up and propped her against the wall, his mouth slamming onto hers in a rough, demanding kiss. Knees clamping to his hips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, sliding her tongue around his, her body rubbing him in rhythmic beats. Heads slanted then slanted again as they broke the kiss to find better access. When going without air was no longer plausible, Hayden pushed her harder against the wall sucking and biting on the sensitive skin of her neck

She mewed her pleasure and he lowered her feet to the floor, his breath nothing but harsh gasps. Insistent hands wrenched her camisole over her head, then his own t-shirt while Natalie raked his sweatpants down his legs. In seconds he was naked and her hand wrapped around the length of him, her eyes closing as she stroked the swollen, needy flesh. A rush of desire drenched her panties as he groaned, the scent of her readied sex sending him into a frenzy.

Picking her up he found the first flat surface available and laid her down on the kitchen table. Fingers hooked around her panties and clawed them off as she arched her back in reaction to the cool surface beneath her. Crawling on top of her, he latched onto the straining tip of one breast and drew it deeply in, lashing it with his tongue. Frantic fingers pulled at his head and with a growl he charged over her, claiming her lips as he found his way home.

The solid, penetrating thrust scraped the last edge of her intelligent self away and was the only thing she needed to spiral her into hard, crunching convulsions. Fingers yanked his hair and she screamed into his mouth as her climax shattered her into a thousand shimmering pieces. Slender hips gyrated against his while the lightning tore through her, a scorching pain sizzling into her head from the sharp release of sexual tension.

Hayden ripped his mouth away to hear the sounds spilling from her, heightening his own impending rush. Natalie’s body jerked and milked him until he burst into her, unable to still his own shout of triumph as his body shivered and shuddered under the blitz of his orgasm. He spilled into her, emptying a week’s worth of pent up frustration. A grunt of satisfaction vibrated in his chest and a pair of warm, willing arms ensnared him and drew him down to safety.

Both were breathing hard even after they crossed the finish line. Hayden’s mouth rested beside Natalie’s ear, the rasp of his breathing filling her with a savage satisfaction, sure that no other female had ever done this to him. A limp hand splayed into his hair, finding the scalp damp from the exertion. Amazed, she felt him shiver and placed her other hand on his back to find it slicked with a sheen of sweat. They had finished before they could barely begin, but it had been a powerful rupture of pressure, the explosion of energy now leaving them limp and drained.

The chill from their damp skin finally forced them off the table and Hayden guided her into the bathroom, plucking a washcloth off the rail. Rinsing it under warm water he squeezed the excess water out and proceeded to gently clean her. Unable to do more than hold herself up, Natalie watched him tenderly attend to her, her heart constricting at his actions. Propped against the sink counter, she marveled at the sudden sweetness in the wake of such a wicked encounter. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back, alarmed at her reaction.

Hayden stood and rinsed the washcloth again before cleaning himself. Natalie stood in silence her eyes large in her delicate face as she studied him. With the beast in him now calmly back in its cage, a crooked smile tilted his mouth. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her shoulder and kissed her skin. A tiny sigh purred through her and his lips curved against her neck before moving to her other shoulder and treating it to the same. As he lifted his head he stopped long enough to drop slow, drugging kisses to a very responsive mouth. The gentle grasping and parting of lips soon grew to open mouthed kisses with measured sweeps of their tongues entwining and tasting. Natalie’s arms looped around Hayden’s neck pulling him closer. Sensing her need for this, he kept the kisses from escalating and fell into the giving and taking. Finally, he lifted his head, smiled, scooped her into his arms and carried her off to bed.

Natalie reached for Hayden as soon as he slid in beside her. The slow kisses continued while his hand swept along her delicate curves from the waist to her thigh, tracing the path with repeated strokes. Glowing brown eyes lifted to his, her palm sliding up to where his heart beat strong and slightly unsteady under her touch. A shudder ran through him and she smiled the smile of a woman knowing her power over a man. The hand skated higher around his neck, fingers sifting through his hair while she watched his reactions. The smile ghosting her mouth wove its spell and lured him back down to her, her tongue gliding over his lips teasing them to open over hers.

Hayden tasted, savoring her with the enjoyment of a connoisseur feasting on a sumptuous meal of the rarest delicacies. In no hurry, his tongue danced with hers, sweeping into the sweet recesses of her mouth, then licking along her lips. The sigh whispering from her signaled her complete surrender to the moment and he smiled against her mouth, an indulgent chuckle tingling her lips. His lips explored a path to her ear and teased the sensitive skin below it, playfully nipped at her earlobe, then ventured downward, finding the spots that made her stir in encouragement beneath him. Teeth sunk lightly into the juncture of her neck and shoulder, knowing the exact point and pressure that would cause her hands to clench into his hair as she arched her neck in response.

A tiny murmur of approval vibrated in her throat and he strung a necklace of kisses to the other side, paying equal attention to the twin spot on the other side of her neck. The fingers in his hair tensed then scraped his skull. In answer, he applied more pressure to the spot, one hand sliding down her ribcage to the soft flare of her hips then back up. When Natalie shifted beneath him again to relieve the pressure building within, Hayden changed tactics and left the sweetness of her neck. In painfully slow increments, he moved lower, pausing to slide his mouth along her shoulder then halfway across her collarbone. Midway, he began an excruciatingly slow descent between her breasts, inhaling her scent, storing it forever in the parts of his brain that would fling this moment to the forefront whenever he breathed in the scent of her.

Natalie’s fingers tunneled through his hair, tousling it with a teasing tug then allowing the strands to sieve through her fingers all the while holding her breath, anticipating and longing for him to suckle her. Her breath caught in her throat when he finally found the slope of her breast and began to caress the soft flesh with open-mouthed kisses. He followed the circumference of the soft globe, closing in on the pebbled nipple, but never touching it. Her body writhed under him trying to alleviate the pressure again, but this time it didn’t work. The fingers twisted in his hair in a punishing, frustrated grip.

“Please,” the whispered plea, barely audible, accompanied the agonized arching of her back.

In answer, his tongue licked over the aching tip, setting off a welcomed, painful electrical surge that bowed her back even higher. His tongue swirled over the tip again, then flicked it to force a strangled cry past her lips. Only fear of her hurting her back eased the teasing and his mouth closed over the nub, one hand holding her still. Her body bucked upward in spite of his hand, her fingers holding his head in place.

Need twined low in her belly and curled downward in a sinuous arc, stinging insistently between her thighs, warming and melting her walls to prepare to meet her lover’s inevitable thrust. Silken legs opened, imploring him to take his place. Lips released her breast and his body moved upwards. Natalie’s eyes fluttered open and met the glittering command of his to gaze at him as he prepared to enter her.

A hand curved around her knee and pulled it up, bringing his hard length in contact with the slick, beguiling entrance to the heart of her. The moist, slippery opening beckoned and with a languid push from his hips, he slid into her, eyes holding hers captive, watching them widen at the feel of him filling her. The sensation dilated her pupils as she stared at him unable to look away. The slow lazy push/pull of him engaged her legs to find purchase around his calves and her arms to wind sinuously around his neck. A slave to his will her hips moved in counterpoint, her satin walls clenching enough to create a drag on his member as it advanced and retreated.

“Look at me,” Hayden whispered when Natalie’s heavy eyes fell in response to the exquisite tension gradually twisting taut until she pushed her hips upwards in persuasive supplication. Forcing her eyes open she met his gaze, enthralled by the gleam of purpose glittering there.

Their movements gathered momentum, the point of no return rapidly appearing on the horizon. The tactile sensation of his hand anchored at her hip to angle his penetration and the insistent stroke of his manhood in and out of her teetered her on the edge of the precipice.

“Hayden…you feel so…” Natalie swallowed hard as the sensation threatened to overtake her, her eyes dark and intensive on his, “y…yeessss.”

She couldn’t hold it back. A ring of light blinded her and her body froze in the surprising heat of her climax. Instead of hard, cataclysmic, quaking contractions, a sheet of fire swept through her searing her nerve endings. Hayden had no choice but to answer, his head falling back as his body surrendered to a jolt of blissful release. Because of their first fierce coming together it lasted but seconds and they drifted back to earth in a tangle of limp, exhausted limbs. Natalie’s arms held Hayden close as her breathing regulated, a heavy weight of sleep dragging her down. When Hayden finally lifted his head, she blessed him with a kiss then smiled contentedly up at him.

“I’m very sleepy now,” she yawned as he shifted to her side, his hand curving around her cheek. He moved to leave the bed and she grabbed at his arm. “No, stay right here.” In a moment she was out, sound asleep at last.

The quiet request kept him beside her and he pulled the covers over their cooling bodies, one hand settling possessively on her belly. A quiet kiss landed on her shoulder and he tucked her head under his chin and fell into a heavy, deep sleep where no dreams lived to disturb him.

The sun was high in the sky before they stirred awake. Natalie realized immediately his hard body was beside her and her cheeks burned in embarrassment. Hayden just smiled at her awkwardness after the enthusiastic welcome of her body and started to laugh. A hand smacked at his shoulder and he laughed harder meeting her scowl with teasing eyes.

“Nat,” he shook his head at her, chuckling at her look of effrontery, “it’s a little too late to play the outraged maiden.”

Natalie flopped onto her back and sighed. “I know. I just don’t know what to do about this. I’m not like this. I’m like an addict that can’t stop craving your body and it’s embarrassing.”

Hayden chuckled at her flustered complaint. “Come on. Let’s get up and go do something.”

“Like what?” She eyed him warily.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged a bare shoulder that caught her eye. “How about a visit to the LA museum?”

The idea appealed to Natalie. Growing up, her parents had taken her to museums and the theater, absorbing her in the arts. Wandering museums and art galleries never failed to calm her and fill her with peace. The idea had merit.

“I’d like that,” she nodded, sitting up with the sheets clutched to her chest. “I’ll jump into the shower first.”

Hayden looked at her and started laughing again. “We’ll share the shower,” he hopped out of bed, unconcerned at his state of undress. With a hard yank he grabbed the sheet from her hands. “It will save time.” At her look of outrage he shook his head. “Natalie, my body could not perform again quite so soon. I’ve seen and explored just about every inch of your body and I’m not about to attack you in the shower…at least not today.”

Natalie remembered his gentle ministrations earlier and the heated coming together and agreed with his assessment. Grimacing at her ridiculous indignation she slid from the bed and walked over to him, slipping her hand in his.

“You’re right, I’m being stupid,” she confessed.

Hayden led her into the bathroom, his joking remarks beginning to send peals of laughter through her so that she never heard her cell phone ringing from her bedside table.
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