The War (In The Beginning) | By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 16007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Note: I was so excited I finished this so quickly that I forgot to post it! I was trying to make up for making everyone wait so long the last time. Oh, and BTW, if you want some other great reading, Caz has some wonderful vignettes of Hayden and Natalie under Star Wars Stars, too!
Bonnie
Chapter Eight
Michael helped Natalie through the door with a gallant arm around her waist, his eyes taking in her pale face and the listless droop of her shoulders. Concerned, he led her to the couch and lowered her onto it, sitting beside her and wrapping the arm around her shoulders.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” He asked, bending his head closer.
No, I’m not all right, was the first thought that screamed into her head, but she didn’t dare express it because Michael could very well end up on the bruising end of it and none of it was his fault. He was just an innocent bystander. Well, her eyes shifted guiltily to the floor, after what had taken place earlier, after her embarrassing involvement with the episode, it was no wonder she felt like such a heel! It was one thing to be carrying on while he was blissfully out of sight where she didn’t have to deal with it, but another thing entirely to allow Hayden to…well, she shifted again, she hadn’t exactly allowed it, had she? He had stormed in and taken her by surprise. That’s what it was! She hadn’t had a chance to think or she wouldn’t have reacted that way. Even now, her body tingled with the memory of the encounter. Anger pinged around her mind. Of course, he had the upper hand, again, didn’t he? Her mouth turned down in pensive thought. Hayden hadn’t been on the receiving end of that fiasco. He’d been in the driver’s seat from the word go!
The thought curdled in her stomach, nausea swirling. Just when it could have made her sick again, another thought crept in…hmm, just what kind of sexual frustration is he feeling right now? Is he prowling around his place like a hungry tiger wanting fed? A smile almost lifted the corners of her mouth. It would serve him right! Of course, her inner voice taunted, there are ways of taking care of that.
Furious with her line of thinking, she banished it and turned to Michael.
“I’m so sorry, Michael,” Natalie gave him a wan smile. “You came all this way to see me and my period makes me ill. I feel so bad.”
Michael chuckled and folded her close, tipping her chin. “I have older two sisters at home. You don’t have to explain to me. I’ve heard it most of my life!”
“You’re awfully understanding,” she breathed, her inner voice snidely adding, oh yeah? Well Hayden wouldn’t be! Shut up! She admonished herself, and quit thinking about the rat!
“No, I didn’t say I understand it,” Michael laughed, kissing the tip of her nose, “I said I heard it all the time at home. There’s a difference.”
And with that he leaned in and claimed her lips in a gentle, persuasive kiss, the hand tipping her chin sliding underneath her curtain of hair to lightly hold her still as he explored the soft contours of her mouth.
Natalie’s first instinct almost reared her out of his hold, but the sexual anger still whirling inside her bid her to wait it out. Maybe something would come of it and she could exile Hayden from her life forever. The idea had merit and Natalie allowed her body to relax in Michael’s embrace. In spite of the earlier explosion that had wrung her body weak, her body still clamored for some kind of finality to the whole, sordid encounter.
Michael kissed her lips, sliding his mouth over hers and pressing his advantage slowly when she responded by puckering her lips against his. The hand cupping her scalp fingered into her hair to hold her tighter as his tongue swept over the seam and between. Obediently, Natalie opened her mouth and allowed him to deepen the kiss, twining her tongue with his.
Immediately, her stomach lurched, but not in excitement. Her brain mechanically dissected the experience while her soul chastised her to pay attention and put some emotion into it and to stop being so clinical. Squeezing her eyes shut, she linked her arms around his neck and pressed herself more firmly against him.
The kiss continued and like a dead battery her body tried to kick to life at the feel of ignition. Come on, come on, she urged her body as it flickered an all too brief moment. Then his hand slid over her breast, his fingers clumsily plucking for an unresponsive nipple and she shuddered in revulsion and anger. How dare he?! She started to jerk away then remembered that it wasn’t his fault she couldn’t respond, it was hers. No, wait, it was Hayden’s!
Pinning the blame to Hayden, she extricated herself as delicately as she could from Michael’s embrace, her body still shuddering. Michael smiled at her, pleased with her reaction, his breathing a little unsteady.
“Wow,” he teased, leaning in for more, “that’s worth flying across the country.”
A desire to claw his eyes out assailed her, but she smiled wanly back. “I’m sorry I can’t do more, Michael. My cramps are starting again.”
She watched his face fall in disappointment and a new urge to smack him hit her.
“I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”
“Well, can’t you take something for it?” He questioned as he leaned in again, only to have her turn her cheek to him. A rough breath whooshed from him. “You know, Natalie, I’m getting a little tired of all this dancing around. We need to move on with our relationship and this being a continent apart isn’t helping.”
“I’m an actress, this is what I do,” she frowned at him, pushing away and flopping against the back of the couch. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but that’s how it is.”
“Ever since you got out here a couple months ago you’ve acted differently,” he complained, nailing her reactions. “Before you left, we were ready to take the next step.”
“You mean sex,” she clarified his wording, her arms folding in warning.
“I didn’t say that,” he argued, running an agitated hand through his hair.
In the back of her mind, that insipient inner voice reminded her…when Hayden gets frustrated and does that he looks all tousled and sexy…Michael just looks harried. It didn’t help her emotional state of mind.
“Yes, you did,” she stood up and paced away from him. Turning she crossed her arms again, hugging in the violence trying to spring from her. “A relationship is more than sex.”
“I KNOW that, Natalie,” Michael stood up and moved to her. “But…no, never mind…you’re in no mood to talk when you’re like this.”
“Like what?” Her eyes narrowed, her heart spoiling for a fight.
“You know,” he gestured helplessly, “like…this!”
“Oh, you mean my ‘time of the month’?”
Fire spit from her eyes and Michael wisely shut his mouth and moved to the door.
“Look, I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok?” Michael gripped the door handle. “You obviously need to rest and recover. It’s very clear that you are not feeling well. We’ll talk tomorrow when you’ve had time to calm down.”
Gone. Natalie stared at the door in mute surprise. Had she been having this conversation with Hayden, he wouldn’t have left. He’d have stood toe to toe with her and battled it out until she had calmed down and purred at his touch.
“Ooh!” Natalie stamped her foot. “Get out of my head!” Purred at his touch, indeed! What was she, a pussycat?
The first part of the word brought back everything to her mind in vivid detail and her mind wondered again at what sexually frustrated state he was now in. Or had he already taken care of that like the jerk he was? A new idea began to root. A wicked, vengeful, carnal idea. Her eyes sparkled with the ramifications. Pay back is hell, the saying went. And didn’t he deserve a little hell for a change? Didn’t he deserve to get a taste of his own medicine?
“Hmm,” Natalie walked into her bedroom and began sifting through drawers for some clothes, all nausea gone. “Ah, yes, this will do nicely.” The only churning left in her was the churning of excited retribution.
Hayden stalked through the rooms, his body tied up in millions of tense knots. Every nerve hummed with frustration, the ends sparking and fizzing at what he had denied it. But, hell, he fumed, running his hands through his hair, what else could I do? I lost it, completely lost it! I can’t believe I lost it! Again! How does she do that? More importantly, why do I LET her do that to me?
What was Natalie doing right now? Was she with Michael doing…
“No, no, no,” he muttered to himself and spun around to cross the living room again. “Don’t even think it. After what you did to her, how could she? You made sure she wouldn’t ever consider it. Her body has to be exhausted. You felt what you did to her!”
Suddenly, Hayden realized he was talking to himself aloud and he skidded to a halt. Hands riffed through his hair again. The memory pierced him recalling the taste of her, the sound of her muffled cries and he groaned as his body responded, his blood heating at the erotic memory. Vaguely, a memory misted through him of his friend’s television when they had paused a video game and forgot about it. The image burned onto the screen and they had to watch it for the rest of its sad life with that image of Super Mario overshadowing everything else. Now, like that television, the image of Natalie falling apart above him seared onto his retinas, forever filming anything else in his life.
“Idiot!” he chastised himself and stalked into the bathroom to throw cold water on his face. But he could not rid himself of the memory and his body hardened more. A cold shower crossed his mind but he shivered in distaste at the drastic measure. His hands clenched into tight fists, he thought of another way he could rid himself of the overwhelming clamor of his body. It wouldn’t take much. Just the thought of them ensconced in that bathroom with people just beyond the walls was enough to send him over the edge. A groan of regret climbed into his throat. Why hadn’t he just set her on the sink and been done with it? He sighed, the answer already flooding him, reminding him of his intention. Because he had wanted her to pay for parading that farce of a boyfriend in front of him, that’s why! Then, to compound matters, she had discussed that little bit of dirty dialogue…
It had stopped his heart and his brain. And the beer had dulled his normally civilized self. He had wanted to stamp her with his scent, mark his territory so any male to come near her would know to keep his hands off. Anger, jealousy, possessiveness had torn through him and he’d reacted on impulse. Using his most powerful weapon, he’d attacked. Sex between them was always exploding or imploding, but it was a trap that kept her ensnared. When they came together they burned white-hot and instead of burning out the inferno blazed hotter. The only thing it could do was fold in on itself into a massive black hole, feeding itself and gaining momentum.
Still wired, he paced some more, guilt unable to spear him. He was glad he had done it. It had been hot and untamed and Natalie had responded with every atom on fire. It had quickly flared out of control and there was no way, no way she could perform after that. Her body had to be completely wrung out.
A knock at the door drew his attention off his musings. Not bothering to check who his company was he swung it open. Natalie gazed up at him, one eyebrow arched. Hayden’s heart skittered on its rhythmic feet, unprepared.
“Are you going to invite me in, or leave me standing on your doorstep?” Natalie tilted her head.
Lost for words he stepped back and she waltzed through the door and into the living room. Unsure and wary, Hayden closed the door and followed her, so caught off guard he couldn’t form a sentence.
Natalie gestured to the couch. “Have a seat.” Through sparkling eyes she watched him sit and then studied his unrepentant, mutinous gaze.
“What are you doing here?” The words finally found a semblance of order and tumbled out.
“Well, it seems to me that you must have heard some of my conversation about the last movie I did,” she chatted at him, a plastic smile adorning her red, very red lips. Hayden blinked, his senses detecting trouble. “So, since I get the idea you want to know more, I thought I’d just drop by and let you know about the research I did.”
“What?” Hayden pulled a face.
Natalie’s eyes traveled over the evidence of his hands running through his hair, the tousled curls sexy in their disarray. Slowly, they studied his shirtless chest, the muscles taut with the need to release tension. A small, feline smile pulled the corners of her lips. Over his stomach and downward she surveyed, zeroing in on the slight tenting of his sweatpants. Perfect.
“So,” her hands busied themselves with the belt of her coat, “I thought I’d share my findings with you. You know, from one actor to another. You never know when you might need to do a little research yourself.”
The coat slid off her shoulders, pooling at her ridiculously high-heeled feet. Hayden gawked at the sexily shod feet and shamelessly lifted his eyes over the expanse of bare leg and the sinfully short black micro mini skirt. A gauge in his head screamed danger but he continued his journey and met the red skintight, buttoned, jersey shirt, the hard nipples announcing there was no bra. A knot lumped in his throat. Moving higher, he met the dangerous glitter of her eyes and the sable hair piled loosely on top her head. Summoning his control, he attempted to exert his will over his rampant length. Thank heavens he wasn’t wearing jeans or he’d be in serious pain! His body refused his will and continued to harden at the sight.
“Let’s see, where shall I start?” Natalie tilted her head and tapped a musing finger on her chin. “Oh, yes! Music. The ladies taught me all about the importance of the right beat to keep the eyes glued to you.” Bending down, she fished a CD from her coat and swayed over to the stereo system feeling his eyes drilling into her backside. She went about her business, wiping the smirk from her face before she spun back around. Just loud enough not to overpower her speech, the heavy beat drummed through the room.
“Make sure you watch me,” she commanded as she took her spot a few feet away, “I’m not going to repeat it. This is how strippers work their game. Sometimes a customer will reserve a room just for him and the stripper will do her act for him first. I got to watch through a peephole once. So, we’ll just pretend you’re the customer and I’m the stripper.” Her hips rolled in a hypnotic motion while her hands slid along her body.
Hayden’s heart stopped. Try as he might, he couldn’t jumpstart his brain. Mesmerized he stared at her, not caring if his tongue hung out or not One by one the buttons parted gaping to show her smooth skin. Natalie swayed and rolled her body, her glittering eyes never leaving him except when she turned her back on him to open the last button. Throwing her arms back at a perfect angle, the shirt slithered down her arms and dangled at her fingertips before finally dropping to the floor. Hayden stared at her bare back, anticipation dancing down his spine and into his groin. Holding his breath he waited for her to turn.
Pivoting slowly, Natalie crossed her arms over her breasts and faced her victim; the erratic bob of his Adam’s apple his only movement. Her arms flowed away from each other, her hands finding the pin that precariously held her hair up and plucked it free so it could fall to her shoulders. Heavy-lidded eyes beckoned him as her hands went to the zipper of her skirt. Spinning her back to him again, she lowered the zipper inch by tantalizing inch. When it was down she bent over just enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse of rounded, firm flesh, a black thong nestled between. Hands grabbing the back of her knees she slid them up her thighs as she straightened, then peered coquettishly over her shoulder at him while the skirt dropped to her ankles. She stepped free of them and faced him, letting him look his fill for a few long seconds before moving towards him with a mesmerizing undulation of her hips.
Inches from him she stepped out of the high shoes and straddled his legs as the last notes died away. Silence screamed through the room. Natalie watched him through sly, lowered lids.
“Now,” she commanded, “hands along the back of the couch.” Hayden’s brows puckered. “Now.” He complied and she smiled. “Good. After a stripper gets her clothes off during a private show, she climbs onto the customers lap. He is not allowed to touch her. AT ALL. If you touch me, shows over. Understand?” Silent, he nodded. “Are you sure? Once you touch me, I leave.”
Again, he nodded unable to tear his eyes from hers, his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Good.” Hands linked behind his neck, the dampness of his skin raising her brow. “Once a stripper gets to this position, she talks to her client. She says all kinds of naughty things. But he is not allowed to touch.”
“What’s there to talk about?” The question hissed through clenched teeth.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Natalie’s voice pitched low and sultry. “Since we know each other, let’s talk about you.”
“M…me?” Hayden squeaked. Cursing himself for sounding like an idiot he blinked at her then yelped when he felt her lower body brush over the hard spot under his sweats.
“Yes. You,” Natalie whispered, drawing her hands down his chest as her hips began a light gyration over the hardness he couldn’t conceal. “Tell me, Hayden…are you turned on right now?”
Hayden nodded.
“Am I pretty convincing as a stripper?” When he nodded she smiled. “Thank you. Ever get like this when you’re all alone at night? Ever get so hard it hurts?”
Hayden wanted to bolt from the room, but the ever so subtle brush over his length held him in thrall. “Yes,” he barely whispered.
“Mmm,” she smiled, running her hands back up his chest and linking her hands behind his neck where she toyed idly with the damp curling strands on his nape. “Do you ever think about me during those times?”
A warning bell clanged in his mind. This can’t be good, he thought, but nodded anyway.
Natalie sighed and moved a little harder on him watching him bite back a groan, his eyes squeezing shut for a second. She snorted. “That’s right, you wouldn’t want to lose it in your pants now, would you?”
Hayden’s eyes snapped open to find her face inches from his, her golden brown eyes gazing into his. “Do you ever jack off while thinking about me?”
Hayden bit back a curse and refused to look away. A myriad of images flitted through his mind.
When he didn’t answer, Natalie’s lips moved to his ear where she whispered, “Come on, Hayden, I won’t tell anyone else if you won’t.”
Smirking, she turned her eyes to his again.
“Do you?” He choked out as the fire boiled between his legs at the insistent, but light pressure. “Touch yourself, I mean?”
Natalie pretended to consider the question. “Hmm. Do you mean just anytime or when I think of you?”
“Me.”
“Now, now,” she waggled a finger at him. “I asked first. So what’s your answer? Do you stroke yourself while thinking about me? Do you imagine me doing all kinds of things to you?”
Hayden grasped for his sanity, not wanting to confess anything to this she-devil. He pressed his lips together, sweat beginning to bead his forehead.
“Tell me,” she breathed. “Tell me you jack off while thinking of fucking me. I want to know. Do you think of things like when you fucked my brains out on the pool table a couple weeks ago until I screamed myself hoarse?”
“Shit!” He gasped.
“How about when we couldn’t wait and you pushed me up against my door the moment we got inside? Or maybe you dream about forcing me onto my knees and spearing me with that big cock of yours from behind. Well?”
His hands jerked on the couch.
“Don’t you dare,” she admonished, the warning unmistakable in her voice. “Admit it, Hayden. I want to know you come apart at the seams even when I’m not around.”
“Damn it, Nat!” Hayden exclaimed, wriggling under her in an attempt to stop the teasing presence. “Yes, ok? Yes, yes, yes! I jack off fantasizing about you! Are you happy now?”
“Ecstatic,” Natalie drawled. She pulled back from him but kept the pressure against his hardness. “Let’s see…you wanted to know if I touch myself?”
“Yes,” he rasped, clenching and unclenching his hands repeatedly.
“Why, yes, yes I do,” she murmured, picking up the tempo of her hips. “Why, just this last Wednesday I couldn’t help myself. I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep and just couldn’t. So, I started thinking about what I’d like to do to you. How I’d love to climb on your lap and have you at my mercy. Why, sort of like right now! Huh, imagine that.”
Hayden gazed at her, watching with famished eyes as her hands slid up and over her breasts, the fingers rubbing over the tightly protruding nipples. She arched her back as a fevered moan fell from her.
“I played with my breasts, imagining your hands and lips making them tingle and burn,” her voice grew throaty and thick. One hand drifted downward and into her panties. “And then I touched myself to see if I was getting wet.” The finger she slid over herself also rubbed him through his sweats. Withdrawing her finger she held it up for him to see the glistening of her juices on it. “And I was. Veerrryyyy wet.”
Hayden moaned as if in pain. “Natalie, please…”
“What’s the matter?” She asked, adopting an innocent air. “Haven’t you yet finished what you started earlier in the bathroom?” At his indignant glare she smiled. “Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll get to…while your cock’s buried deep inside me. I’ll jerk you off with my tight pussy and you can give your hand a much needed rest.”
In the back of his mind, Hayden sensed she was very angry, but the haze of lust surrounding him refused to let it fully register.
Natalie slid off Hayden’s lap, her nimble fingers hooking the waistband of his sweats. The tug lifted Hayden’s hips and she slid them free. Eyes measured his very hard, angry looking shaft and unable to help herself, knowing it was wicked of her, she lightly grasped it and slid her hand along its length. Hayden jerked, but didn’t take his eyes off her. He just continued to clench and unclench his fists.
She grasped the thin straps of her panties and slowly tugged them downward. His eyes jolted to the movement and biting his tongue he watched her reveal herself to him all the while reminding himself not to touch her. If he did she was going to leave him in a very painful situation that nothing he did would relieve.
“I didn’t think strippers did this,” he managed to spit out. “It’s against rules.”
“But we’re close friends,” Natalie explained as she straddled his lap. Leaning over him, hands clutching his shoulders she held his eyes and lowered herself onto him in excruciatingly slow increments. “Very close friends.”
The feel of being engulfed by her tight, wet heat threatened to finish him off. He gasped as she raised herself then lowered onto him again, setting up a very slow rhythm.
“Do you like that?” She murmured, her inner muscles involuntarily clutching at him against her will.
Hayden nodded and lifted his head to kiss her. Rearing out of his reach she shook his head.
“No touching, and definitely no kissing,” she warned, her voice harsh in the silence. “Too personal.”
Hayden’s eyes lifted, startled. Without the ability to touch her, caress her, or kiss her, things suddenly seemed very clinical. Or else, he amended, very impersonal, like what one might get from a whore. He cursed silently, suddenly aware of what game she was playing, what point she was driving home. He wanted to blurt out that he never meant to treat her so impersonally, he had been desperate and that deep, dark, hidden beast in him had escaped him. But, it was too late. Even now, his heartbeat accelerated as he passed the point of no return.
Still seeking a way out, he hunched down into the couch, but she followed, hands grabbing the couch over his shoulders for support. She had him and she knew it. He had nowhere to turn. Everything in him begged to be free. Deep in his abdomen everything coiled. Delicious and tart, the pleasure mounted and his hands jerked again towards her hips. Delicious and tart…forbidden and wrong. This was so wrong! He knew it, but he couldn’t stop it. All he could do was wait for it.
“No!” Hayden heard Natalie’s voice sharply grate from far away, missing the note of desperation.
With a helpless growl he returned them to the couch, hands tensing over it. Faster she rode him, her thighs gripping his hips, her walls massaging his rigid length. In his position he couldn’t thrust and bit his lip, silently begging her to hurry and end this aching need. As if his life flashed before his eyes, he saw all that had gone before them leading up to this explosive moment. If he could just kiss her…
“Fuck you!” He raged at her in his last moment of sanity.
“No, I fuck you,” she hissed at him, her eyes almost black with emotion.
He came with violent force, his cry of release exhilarating and shattering at the same time. Caught up in her own trap, she let go with a vengeance. Why should I deny myself? She ranted as she gave herself up to hard, clenching contractions.
He pulsed into her, snarling, the muscles of his neck chording in agony as he strained upwards. Dimly, he saw her head snap back and felt her body shake, the convulsions milking him of all his seed.
As quickly as it had come, it ended, the tornadic power draining away, leaving them limp and breathless. Chests heaving they gobbled air, eyes shut in recovery. Hearts took their time returning to normal and they opened their eyes. Hayden’s arms began to reach for her.
“And there you have it,” Natalie gazed at him with steely eyes.
Climbing off him, she gathered up her clothes and dressed herself in rapid, yanking movements. Hayden, too drained to move, watched through heavy eyes.
“You could have stopped me today,” he breathed, his body still trembling. “You wanted it, too.”
Natalie slid her arms into her coat and belted it before raising her head to glare at him.
“And may you rot in Hell because of it,” she condemned, her eyes blazing. “You got what you wanted but I just got what I wanted. I win.”
She was gone. Hayden sat for long minutes dissecting what had happened. She had crossed behind enemy lines and fought him on his territory and had won. Even now, he sat, immobilized by shock, at her aggressive grab for control. Her anger lashed out at him. When was she going to realize she had as much control over him as he had over her? When was she going to give up and admit it? Not being able to hold her at the end was the last straw. He needed more from her than a fierce, impersonal coupling like animals. His mouth thinned in decision. If that’s how she wanted it, fine. She may have won the battle, but she wasn’t going to win the war. Pushing himself off the couch, he grabbed his sweats and headed for the shower, a million plans running through his mind.
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