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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Title: You STILL Can't Control Destiny
Author: pensfan100
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to You Can't Control Destiny. It picks up just before Hayden and Natalie's wedding.
Warnings: Aggressive sex, and sexual language.
Disclaimer: It's made up and there's no money in it for me! I just love the couple!
Sunlight spilled haphazardly through the window splashing across the bed in blinding welcome. Hayden lifted his groggy head a moment, then groaned and jammed the pillow over his head. Natalie shifted next to him and yawned. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she turned her head and examined the scratches on Hayden’s back. He had to sleep on his stomach but he never complained. Wondering, she turned her head the other way and checked the clock on the bedside table.
“Hayden,” she murmured, stretching to loosen her muscles, “it’s almost eleven o’clock.”
“So?” His muffled voice returned.
“We have an appointment at the florist’s at one.”
The pillow over his head slid sideways and he lifted his tousled head. “Do I have to go?” He whined, his voice low and gravelly with sleep. “Or maybe we can just do without flowers. Let’s just go to Aruba and elope.”
Natalie giggled. “You said you wanted to be involved, remember?”
“No. I think you imagined it,” he sent her a lopsided grin before replacing the pillow.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You are not backing out now. It’s too late.”
“I’m not backing out of marrying you, just all the details of the wedding,” Hayden answered, his voice rasping. “I’ll be there to say ‘I DO’. You don’t need me for anything else.”
A smile lit Natalie’s face and she leaned over and raised the pillow causing a scowl to cross Hayden’s face as the sun blinded him. “Our mothers would kill us if we eloped now and you’re just trying to back out because you want to stay in bed.”
“Uh-uh,” he complained, his eyes barely cracked open in the sunlight, “no sex. I’m worn out.” Natalie punched his arm. “Oof! That wasn’t very nice.”
“I’m not talking about sex and you know it! You’re just tired and want to sleep!”
Hayden grinned. “Yep. So let me alone and go away like a good little girl.” When no response came back he added, “And you were a VERY good little girl yesterday.”
“Shut up, Hayden,” Natalie slid out of bed and padded across the room. “I’ll take the shower first so you can sleep a little longer, but then you have to get up.”
The tousled head lifted to admire the naked backside of his fiancée. “Hmmm. Nice. Maybe I could accommodate you after all.” With a squeal Natalie darted into the bathroom and slammed the door. “I was just kidding,” he mumbled to himself around a yawn. “There’s no way he’s coming out to play for a few days.” And with that, he fell back to sleep.
They arrived at the florist’s at precisely one o’clock, in spite of Hayden dragging his feet and wasting as much time as he could without facing the full blast of Natalie’s wrath. He knew she was loathe to be late for anything, but the idea of the final check of flowers just did not appeal to him. Once again he wished their mothers were with Natalie doing this unworthy male task instead of him so he could go back to bed. Agitated, he shrugged his shoulders, rolling them to loosen the t-shirt away from his back. The scratches Natalie had inflicted on him still smarted, even though they were healing nicely. However, he fumed to himself, if he had stayed back at their apartment he wouldn’t have to put up with the little stings that kept whizzing along the still sore marks.
Natalie threw him a look flashing between annoyance and concern. The shoulder shrugging reminded her of his back and a guilty flush stained her cheeks as she remembered why he sat there fidgeting. Well, it’s his own fault, she rationalized. If he hadn’t tortured her to the point of insanity she wouldn’t have lost it. Yes, her inner voice reminded, but you’re the one who started the game in the first place. He just finished it.
A cat’s grin stretched her lips. Hayden glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, then nudged her. Startled, she jumped.
“Mr. Bloomberg asked you if you had made a final decision which flowers you wanted in your bouquet.”
“Oh!” Natalie stammered, blinking rapidly to dispel her thoughts and gather the correct ones in. “Yes. I know this is highly unusual, Mr. Bloomberg, but,” she dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, “this is what I want.”
Mr. Bloomberg accepted the paper and pulled on his bifocals to study her choices. His bushy eyebrows climbed as he read the words on the paper.
“I know, I know. It’s going to be a riot of colors and types, but…”
“No, no,” Mr. Bloomberg chuckled, shaking his head, “this is your choice and that’s how it will be. You are right. It will be a riot, but I know what they all mean, so I think that no matter what other people will say about the unorthodox approach, I say that you are a true romantic and I think that this marriage will definitely be forever.”
A blush crept over Natalie’s cheeks as Hayden’s quizzical look studied her. A wave of unexpected shyness washed over her and her eyes darted away from his, her heartbeat pounding almost painfully in her chest.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“Am I going to be allowed to know what it is?” Hayden asked, his interest heightened by her sudden embarrassment.
“No,” she shook her head, still refusing to meet his eyes as Mr. Bloomberg’s smile widened. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Hayden cocked an eyebrow at her. “If you didn’t want me to know, why did you drag me here?”
Mr. Bloomberg threw back his head and laughed. “Son,” he grinned, slapping his knee, “I think she did it to get your interest piqued.”
“Oh, it’s piqued all right,” Hayden agreed, tilting his head as she found a spot on the floor to study.
Natalie cleared her throat. “Yes, well, you’ll find out about that soon enough. However, we still need to double check on the boutonnieres for the men and I’d like to go over the arrangements for the ceremony and the tables at the reception.”
“Are we still going with the white lilies and red and white roses in the ceremony?”
“Yes,” Natalie nodded, smiling at the thought. “Casablanca lilies.”
“Of course.”
“There are different kinds of lilies?” Hayden asked, wondering why it mattered.
“Oh, yes,” Mr. Bloomberg nodded his enthusiasm. “Most flowers have meanings attached to them that have been passed down from hundreds of years. Casablanca lilies mean celebration. And your wedding is something to celebrate, right?”
A smile beamed from Hayden as he spotted Natalie blushing again. His fingers linked with hers and he squeezed them gently.
“Definitely.”
All this talk of flowers reminded Natalie of how close they were to the actual day. Less than a week from now and everyone they loved would see them vow their undying love. She drew a deep breath to relieve the giddy tightness gathering in her chest.
“You ok?” Hayden squeezed her fingers again.
Unable to speak for the sudden tears clogging her throat, Natalie nodded.
“What do the red and white roses mean?” Hayden asked Mr. Bloomberg.
“A rose that is red and white stands for unity.”
Hayden nodded, smiling. “Well, that certainly is appropriate for us.” He spied a watery glitter in her eyes as she lowered her head. “Are you sure you’re ok?”
Natalie cleared her throat. “Fine,” she managed to squeak out.”
When Natalie disappeared in the conversation, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was she was finding it hard to speak so she kept silent with her own thoughts for company. Hayden and Mr. Bloomberg chatted enthusiastically about flowers, much to Natalie’s surprise. A smile trembled on her lips as Hayden found interest in the impromptu arrangement Mr. Bloomberg put together for him so he could see what the lilies and roses would look like. Though there was just a splash of red to them, Hayden approved, simply because of their meaning. She knew he didn’t care what people thought, or whether it was the wedding of the century. All he cared about was that they were getting married and to Hades with anyone who didn’t like it.
A lump squeezed into her throat. Soon. Very soon they would be truly wed. Even though, in their hearts, they were married…Natalie’s memory plucked out that special night they had vowed themselves to one another with only God’s eyes on them. That meant so much to her, but she wanted all their loved ones to witness their vows of love. When things got rough, and she knew there would be times when there were potholes, she wanted the memory of vowing before God and their families that they would cleave together through thick and thin.
Suddenly, an idea pierced her thoughts and she sat up straight as it weaved around her. She wanted all the excitement, the nervousness, the anticipation… Yes, all of it. And she knew what she had to do. Oh, he was going to hate it. He might not even understand it! But, she was going to do it! A smile brightened her face, her eyes looking at nothing. From this day until then…
“Well, Mr. Bloomberg,” Hayden grinned as they both took in Natalie’s faraway stare, “I think my romantic bride and her cohorts did a wonderful job. I feel more a part of things now that I know the meaning of the flowers. However, I want to choose the boutonniere style for the best man and ushers. I think that’s only fair. Could I stop in tomorrow? ”
Natalie’s mouth opened to say something but Hayden spoke first.
“Hey, you chose your wedding bouquet and I’m not allowed to know about it. So, I think I should have the say in what the men are wearing, don’t you?”
Stunned, Natalie could only nod. Wasn’t this the same guy that had been complaining about coming here in the first place just two hours ago?
Mr. Bloomberg chuckled as they stood, Hayden tugging on Natalie’s hand to draw her back to the present and get her to stand.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” he assured them. “On your wedding day, everything will be in order. Your moms will check the day before and I will personally deliver the bridal bouquet before I head over for the ceremony.”
Natalie gave Mr. Bloomberg a big hug. “Thank you so much for everything, Mr. Bloomberg.”
Mr. Bloomberg shrugged good-naturedly. “It’s my job to be good at this. See you next week.” He grinned at Hayden. “And I’ll see you tomorrow around 10am.”
Hayden and Natalie strolled hand in hand out into the sunshine. Lifting mischievous eyes, Natalie grinned at Hayden.
“For someone who didn’t want to come today, you sure did a good job of hiding it,” she teased.
“For someone who wanted me to come today, you sure did a good job of daydreaming while all the discussion was going on,” he threw back.
Natalie’s cheeks colored and Hayden laughed, drawing her under his arm.
“I’m glad you made me come today,” he reassured her. “I really do feel more a part of things. Let’s get some lunch.”
While they ate, Hayden noticed Natalie’s reticence to talk. He studied her, his eyes roving over her thoughtful expression.
“Nat, what is it?”
Natalie’s eyes focused on him and she gave him a tight grin.
“I want to do something, Hayden, and I know you’re not going to like it.”
Curious, Hayden tilted his head, the gesture so typical of him that Natalie reached across the small table and brushed his cheek with her hand. His fingers circled her wrist and he turned his hand to press a kiss to her palm.
“What is it?”
“Um…uh…I want us to live apart from now until we’re married next week,” Natalie’s face scrunched up, her body tensing, waiting for the aftershock of her announcement.
For a long moment, Hayden stared at her, not sure he heard her correctly. When it finally got through him, he released her hand and stared at her as if she’d grown two heads.
“What!” He exclaimed, his brows lowering in confusion. “That’s nuts! Why?”
“I…” Natalie spread her hands. “I don’t know how to explain it, Hayden. I want to really feel like a bride. Like I’m coming to you for the first time. I want to feel all the knots in my belly, unable to eat the morning of the wedding, the rush of being with you…” Her voice trailed off as he shook his head, still confused.
“Your belly isn’t tied up in knots?”
“Well, yes, it is…a little, but I want to…I don’t know how to explain it and I know you don’t understand it…” She floundered for words. “I want you to move out until we’re married.”
Hayden sat there stunned. Live without her for a whole week? Not have her within touching distance? Not hold her in his arms at night? No making love until dawn? No beautiful brown eyes to smile at him when he woke up? It was bad enough that they would sometimes be parted because of their careers!
“You’re right. I don’t understand.” Hayden frowned his displeasure at her request. Leaning over the table so no one could hear him he fixed her with his dark stare. “I married you already if you would kindly remember. I vowed myself to you before that night with no one to witness it but God. You came to me the next night because you couldn’t stand to be without me, remember?”
Natalie nodded and sighed. “I know. And I know it will be hard. I’ll ache for you and be miserable. But, I’ll know that in a few days’ time I’ll be with you and it will be forever.”
Tears swam in her eyes, threatening to spill. Hayden grimaced. He hated to be the cause of her crying but he also hated her need to be without him before the wedding. Everything within him urged him to argue until he beat her down, but the tears did him in. Sighing heavily, he flopped back against his chair.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked, his tone of voice already conceding his defeat.
“Yes,” she whispered, the tears that had threatened to spill trickling down her cheeks.
Hayden leaned forward, his hands cupping her cheeks, his thumbs stroking the tears away. She sniffled and attempted a small smile.
“I don’t understand it myself. I just want to experience it all and…and…”
“It’s ok,” he murmured, his mouth tilting on one side. “Well, it’s not ok, but I’ll do it if it’s what you want. And…don’t expect me to be a happy camper, cos I won’t be. I’ll be surly and like a bear with a sore head.”
Natalie choked out a laugh, jumped up from the table and darted around to his side. Hayden scooted the chair back just as she launched herself into his lap, hugging and kissing him enthusiastically, uncaring of the other customers. When she finally let him up for air, he pointed a threatening finger at her.
“And I will NOT fight fair, either,” he promised her. “I will be after you every minute of the next few days.”
“Ok,” she beamed at him. “Fair is fair. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She covered him with kisses again amidst the indulgent chuckles of the onlookers. Lifting her head she grinned. “It’s ok. We’re getting married next week!”
Everyone laughed and clapped in congratulations. Hayden just shook his head and grinned at her.
“Don’t you dare invite them to our wedding,” he warned her. “We barely have enough room left as it is!”
Later, as Hayden packed a bag for the week, he studied his clothes trying to choose what to take. A knock at the door roused him from his thoughts as Natalie yelled she’d get it. From the bedroom he heard her and another female voice chattering in rapid fire. Curious, he emerged.
“Oh, no,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Natalie invited me to spend the week!” Chelsea exclaimed brightly, dancing about. “Isn’t that great? Her maid of honor to help her?”
“I’m the one that’s supposed to not fight fair, not you!” he accused, narrowing his eyes at his fiancée. Natalie beamed at him in answer.
“And in a couple days, your sisters are joining us,” Natalie announced bouncing over to him. “They’ll be such a big help! They are so excited about this! It will be like one big pajama party!”
“Yeah, I got the picture,” Hayden drawled, grabbing her and hauling her against him. “You’re circling your wagons to protect you from me.”
“Exactly,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “But you love me anyway.” With that, she perched on her tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. He refused to comply so she moved her mouth across his, her tongue soothing the tight frown. Unable to help himself, he melted and soon was kissing her back, intent on reminding her of what she’d be missing.
“Ahem!” Chelsea cleared her throat. “I said AHEM!”
Hayden lifted his head and scowled at her. “Isn’t it bad enough I have to be without her for a week? Can’t you let me say goodbye?”
“Goodbye, yes, sex in front of my virgin eyes, no,” Chelsea retorted flippantly. Hayden snorted in disbelief.
Natalie giggled and kissed the cleft in his chin. “Go finish packing. Tove will be here soon.”
“Yeah,” he grumbled, turning towards the bedroom. “Whoopee.”
Hayden marched back into the bedroom and glared at the open drawer spilling over with shirts.
“Just what I need. A week with Tove and not you,” he groused under his breath. “You’re going to pay for this.”
As he attempted to put the drawer in order, a flash of color from the bottom caught his eye. A grin split his face for the first time in hours as an idea germinated in the fertile soil of his mind. A devilish twinkle in his eye, he pulled the shirt from the bottom of the drawer and unfolded it to admire the writing on it. After a moment he refolded it and slid it into his suitcase under a few shirts.
“I might need this,” he grinned, talking aloud. “It may come in very handy.”
“Did you say something, sweetheart?” Natalie asked, walking into the room.
“No, no, just talking to myself,” he smiled, closing the suitcase.
“Please don’t be angry with me,” she slid her arms around him, her brown eyes pleading.
“I’m not,” he sighed, placing a juicy kiss to her lips. “I will just miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too,” she whispered, suddenly unsure about this idea.
“But, it’s only for a few days, so I guess it won’t be the end of the world,” Hayden added, his fingers sliding into her hair.
“No, it won’t,” she agreed, her stomach flipping at the intent in his eyes.
“It will only seem like it,” he finished a moment before his lips opened over hers. Blissfully, she sank into his kiss unable to see the devil on his shoulder grinning wickedly at her.
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