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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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Title: THE WAR – (In The Beginning)
Author: pensfan100
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hayden and Natalie deal with feelings they’re not supposed to have.
Warning: It’s fiction, so if either Hayden or Natalie ever read this, it’s made up!

Author's Note: This is actually only half of the chapter, but I didn't want to make anyone wait longer than they've had to. I apologize for the wait. This first half of the chapter is a battle that gets twisted in the other half.

Chapter Seven

Hayden squeezed his eyes tightly shut to blot out the picture but it stayed formed behind his eyelids, taunting him. He saw every detail and swore silently. He knew he shouldn’t have come to this party! Everything in the last couple days sent up red flags. The closer to the weekend, the more Natalie withdrew into her safety shell. The persona had shown up often enough that Hayden recognized it for what it was. No one could touch her in there. She appeared poised, friendly, yet aloof, private without drawing attention to it. The smile she flashed for others never reached her eyes, her laugh false on his ears.

Opening his eyes, he took in the sight across the patio of Natalie sitting with Michael in a group, laughing and talking as if she hadn’t a care in the world. This cat and mouse game was getting old fast and to be held at arms length after the things they’d done…his mouth twisted at the thought. The things they’d done. He snorted. If Michael only knew! He lifted the beer to his mouth and sucked the rest of it down. Maybe he should just tell dear Michael what Natalie was like between the sheets. Maybe he’d like to know what he was missing.

The bottle now empty, he lowered it just as Michael slid his arm around Natalie’s waist and drew her close to him, the other hand tilting her chin to catch a tender kiss. Hayden gripped the bottle as a powerful rage raced through him. Jealousy clawed at his heart and brain, the desire to kill digging its talons into his heart in spite of Natalie’s quick, but tactful withdrawal. He saw it and he knew no one else noticed her body’s sudden stiffening at the tactic. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that someone else had his dirty, grimy paws and lips on what was his. Natalie was his! Damn it!

He whirled away from the spectacle and strode into the cool interior of the house. The late afternoon heat stifled and many were lounging in the pool. The air condition chilled his heated skin and he marched into the kitchen to dispose of the bottle and grab another one.

“Hey!” Bob, one of the crew greeted with a slap on the back. “Too hot out there for you, Canadian?”

“Way too hot,” Hayden forced a grin, grabbing another beer from the frig. “You would think I would get used to it, but I guess I spend too much time in Canada to acclimatize myself.”

“Going to stay in here for a while?”

Hayden tipped the bottle back and let the cold liquid flow down his throat and into the heated pit of his stomach where it could slip into his blood stream and muffle some of the pain before it worked its way to his brain. Once there, maybe he could forget and it wouldn’t even matter.

“Yeah, I think so,” he shrugged. “I might leave. If so, I’ll see you on Monday morning. Thanks for the invite, though.”

“Hey, no problem,” Bob extended his hand in a hearty handshake. “I’m glad you came.”

Bob walked away to attend to his guests. Hayden watched him go as he swallowed another mouthful. Maybe he should just leave now before he did something stupid or worse.

Natalie glanced surreptitiously around the pool area at the guests, her brown eyes searching for the familiar form. Her heart stuck in her throat. Had he seen? If he did, did he realize she’d had nothing to do with it?

Yeah, right, Nat, you had nothing to do with it, her conscience jibed. You only refuse to tell Michael you don’t want to see him anymore. You keep him dangling and you as soon as you admit the why to that question you’ll find the answer.

The chair legs scraped along the patio as she pushed away from the table. Concern knitted her brows into a vee as she realized Hayden hadn’t been seen in a while. Teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she contemplated her feelings about him not being there. Unfortunately, Michael’s chair scraped back and he stood, ready to go wherever she was headed.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Natalie smiled apologetically at him. Placing a hand on her abdomen she grimaced. “My stomach feels a little upset.”

“Probably those hot peppers,” Bob teased as he walked by. “I told you I make them extra hot!”

Grateful for his input she shook her head at him and started towards the house, Michael cupping her elbow.

“Hey, Bob!” A young woman shouted across the pool. “Where’s Hayden?”

“He left! He’s a party pooper!” A chorus of regrets sighed from all the single young women and everyone laughed.

“Really, Michael, I’ll be fine,” Natalie assured, her heart dropping at Bob’s announcement.

“Are you sure?” He asked bending close to look at her now clouded expression.

Natalie jerked her head up and produced a thin smile. “Yes. I’ll finish telling you about what happened on my last movie when I come out of the bathroom.”

They walked into the family room, missing a shadow that hastily stepped into the accompanying hallway and out of sight.

“At least tell me what Clive Owen’s character said to you,” he prompted, walking over to the garbage to deposit his beer bottle. “You left me hanging!”

“Oh, that,” Natalie chuckled. “I didn’t want anyone else to hear it and spoil the movie for them. It was really quite naughty. I’m wondering how the movie goers will react because I’ve never heard it used in an R rated movie before.”

Michael’s brows lifted at the intriguing statement and his hand shot out to halt Natalie’s movement. “You have to tell me. I can’t wait to hear this.”

“Well….” Natalie glanced cautiously around to make sure no one was there. “I shouldn’t be letting the cat out of the bag. I mean, Mike Nichols didn’t say it was a secret or anything since it’s already been a play. Still, it will be quite a shocker. Clive’s character asks mine, ‘what does your cunt tastes like.’”

In the hallway, brows lowered, eyes closing to menacing slits, lips pulling tight.

“What!” Michael’s eyes widened as he gaped at her in disbelief. “You’re kidding me!”

“No, no I’m not,” she assured, her eyes lighting at his shock, her excitement for how the crowds would react evident.

“What do you say in return?” He moved closer, eyes avid on her face.

“Well,” she grinned, too wrapped up in the story. “My character gives his a wicked grin. She just smiles at him and says, ‘heaven.’”

Michael’s head tipped back as he laughed at his own shock. “Hell, that’s priceless!”

“I know, I know,” she clapped her hands together. “I can’t wait to sit in the theater and listen to the gasps!”

A new gleam in Michael’s eye as he contemplated her under this new scenario brought a quick hand to her stomach and a new grimace on her face before he could lower his head.
“I’d better go to the bathroom,” Natalie gasped. “I just had another cramp.”

“Oh. Ok,” Michael gave her a tight smile and stepped back. “Want me to wait here?”

“No, I’ll be right out,” she waved her other hand towards the patio. “Go on out and I’ll be right back.”

Reluctantly, Michael gave in to Natalie and headed back outside. When he was gone, she heaved a deep sigh of relief and padded down the hallway to the bathroom where she could hide and contemplate her problem in peace.

No sooner had she reached the doorway of the bathroom when a figure charged from behind her, shoving her into the bathroom and slamming the door shut, snicking the lock into place and flicking on the fan to help mask sound.

Heart in her throat, Natalie whirled around in fright. Looming over her, his face half in shadow Hayden glared at her sending a wave of foreboding crashing through her body. For the first time since she’d known him a real spurt of fear churned in her belly. For long seconds they faced one another, accuser and accused. Try as she might, Natalie could not find her voice but silently cursed the arrow of excitement that pierced her even through the oppressive cloud of alarm.

He backed her against the sink, her hips digging painfully into the lip of the counter as he fell to his knees, his hands hauling the skirt of her sundress above her hips. When his fingers snagged her underwear drawing them down, awareness dizzied her.

“No!” the strangled protest sounded half-hearted even to her own ears.

It was too late to hold him at bay as the beast within him snarled free again. Dazed, Natalie watched his head move closer then lost all ability to see as his tongue stabbed between her thighs, slithering over the already swollen flesh. Her head snapped back, hands gripping the counter to keep herself from falling. A myriad of sensations assailed her with every lash of his tongue. As if from far away, she heard a tortured whimper and vaguely realized it came from her. Of their own accord, her feet planted themselves a little farther apart and her hips jutted slightly forward giving him access. Heat, white-hot and searing licked through her, stinging her nipples into tight painful points and her sex into leaking copious drops of honeyed response.

Strong hands grasped her hips, anchoring her to the sink. Building a rhythm Hayden fluttered his tongue over the blood-engorged nub, the protective hood drawing back as if giving him permission. Delving further his tongue flattened to slide between her slit and into the heart of her, then back, repeating the movement over and over, eliciting smothered, aroused gasps. When her legs began to tremble he attacked the nub with a rhythmic battering, forcing her to concentrate on nothing but what her body now demanded, her hips grinding against his rapacious mouth.

Bleary-eyed, Natalie looked down, the sight stimulating beyond belief. But, needing oxygen to feed her pounding heart, she tipped her head to the ceiling and mewled in a high-pitched whimper. A nagging tension twisted and coiled between her legs, the center of her buzzing in an angry drone, insisting on being freed or exploding whether she wanted it or not. She couldn’t help herself. Her body demanded all her focus on the spot he relentlessly flicked, refusing to allow her any respite. It hurt and excited, tortured and teased, and she started to splinter.

Natalie’s body began to quake, signaling an imminent eruption. In one last sane attempt, she jammed the heel of her hand into her mouth and bit down as she ignited and came in a blazing blast. She screamed into her hand, muffling the sound as Hayden licked her through her orgasm, forcing her to face it head on and wipe out any comprehension of the outside world. Giving up, she fell into the waves of reaction sweeping through her and released the other hand from its crushing hold on the sink counter to dig into his hair while her body fed off of him. Even before the end of her contractions, a rush of blind hatred for him and his hold over her zapped through her, a desire to physically and violently pummel him rearing its head.

But she couldn’t muster the strength. Body exhausted, she slumped against the sink both hands clinging to the sink counter again to hold her upright. Natalie found a glimmer of desertion ripple through her when he pulled her underwear back into place and stood up, towering over her. Weakly she tipped her head back to search his face, but his head dipped and his mouth crashed onto hers, forcing it open to receive the taste of her on his invading tongue. Inwardly she cringed at her inability to keep from kissing him back. His tongue stabbed deep, his body forcing hers backwards until she thought her back would crack from the pressure. Just when she thought she might faint, he wrenched his mouth from hers and fixed her with glittering eyes.

“You’re right,” he sneered softly, his voice deep and penetrating. His lips curled over his teeth in a semblance of a smile. “You do taste like heaven.”

And with that, he was gone, and Natalie sunk to the floor in a quivering stupor, her mind feeling around for some kind of thought. Was it an assault? Oh, it was an assault all right, her inner voice taunted. But not that kind and you know it. You could have fought back but you didn’t.

I tried, she argued, her eyes staring at nothing.

No you didn’t, the voice laughed. You loved it even while you hated it. Once he started, you didn’t want him to stop! You love it when he’s rough. Admit it!

“That’s not true! He has no control over me!” Natalie cried out in weak denial, tears stinging her eyes. Her brain refused the thought and shoved it aside, hands clamping across her mouth to stop any more outbursts. Eyes rounding, she came back to where she was…someone’s bathroom…a party…Michael!

“Oh, no,” she murmured and stood on wobbly legs. She turned on the cold water, splashing her face to bring her back to the present. In the mirror, her bright eyes accused her of sins untold and she moaned, a real wave of nausea overtaking her. Oral sex with Hayden while the guy she was supposed to be dating waited for her outside. Just in time, she lifted the toilet lid and retched in response to her own part in what had taken place.

Well, her inner voice comforted, at least you don’t have to fake an upset stomach now.

Natalie scowled and moved to the sink to clean her mouth. A new sinister emotion swirled within her, dark and raging, focusing on only one thing. It would see her through the next few hours and give her strength to do what had to be done. In the mirror eyes so dark they were almost black reflected back at her, the white, strained face glaring back at her a stranger’s.

Teeth clenched she hissed a promise to the mirror. “You’re going to pay for this, Hayden Christensen.”
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