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While in Toronto	By : DuchessAvari Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 2714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Disclaimer and Author's note: I have never met Hayden, nor do I own him. Just using him momentarily for my own enjoyment. This is one of my firsts, and just a brief meeting. Better things to follow, but let me know what you think!

I caught him glancing at me again. I knew who he was, everyone was talking about the kid from Star Wars being in the dimly lit bar on Younge Street. A few times in the evening I'd noticed him watching me.

In all honesty I didn't think too much about it. Loud, opinionated, and a natural entertainer, people always watched me. One could always find me at the center of attention. It was an old cliché. Cute girl with strong personality tries her luck at becoming an actor, getting the go ahead from her small town community. They probably all wondered what had happened to me. Lord knows sometimes I did.
Want something enough and it will happen. They always say that. Too bad "they" don't talk about the reality of it all. They don't talk about the years you have to spend on your skills, image, and contacts. Nothing happened overnight. Fame was a fleeting and fickle friend.

There it was again; the once over. He had attempted to hid it his his friend, but I saw the way he looked over the other's shoulder at me was unmistakable. I felt a tiny sliver of excitement hitting me in the core of my body. Time to shine.
Moving out onto the dance floor, I made sure to place myself near the center in plain view of anyone on the perimeter. None descript music with a hard, pulsating beat throbbed deep down into my chest. On a bad night I could out move a ballerina, on a night like tonight, the movement of my hips and hair drew the boys in like I was an Indian cobra.
Really feeling the mood, I rolled my body through an isolation and flipped my long, dark hair partiality into my face. I forced myself not to laugh; he was staring blatantly at me, mouth open, beer almost to his lips.

I'm sure he wasn't the only person looking at me, but there was something about his kid that drew me in. I danced more seductively just for him.
His hair looked better than I remembered from Star Wars, blonder maybe? And piecey, kind of spiked up together. Much bigger than I assumed he would be which was a pleasant surprise, after all more often than not they were shorter than one would expect. Even in his casual navy knit sweater and dark, vintage blue jeans, you could tell he had nice muscle tone. Long, slender fingers wrapped around a Labatt's Blue. Convenient, us being in Toronto and all.
The music switched, transitioning into a slower beat. My interest now directed to him, I left the floor and did my best sex-on-legs walk over to him. When I stood directly in front of him, I noticed a small vertical scar below his check to the right of his lips and the weird whitish green-blue of his eyes. THE Anikin Skywalker certainly was a beautiful boy.

"Hey," I started. "I caught you watching me."

He shifted uncomfortably, "Oh yeah?"

I shrugged, "No worries, just figured I'd introduce myself." I struck out a hand, "Isabella."

"Hayden." The contact ben oen our hands nearly caused an earthquake. Sometimes things just happen like that. "Can I buy you a drink, Isabella?"

"No," I locked eyes with him, "but you are more then welcome to kiss me."

Shy again, he looked over both his shoulders. "I can't kiss you here."

I almost gave up then, but I figured what the hell. "I have a place within walking distance." His frown caught me off guard, "We can just hang out if you'd like, it's whatever."

He smiled then, perfectly straight white teeth showcased in all their glory. "It's whatever?"

The smile was contagious, "Yes."

"Okay, Isabella, let me tell my brother I'm leaving." He turned away from me yelling, "Tove!"

The brothers handled whatever business they needed to agree on, then Hayden turned back to me. "You lead the way." He grabbed my hand. As I led him through the club, the speakers began to blare the theme to Blade. I couldn't help but feel like I was helping him escape a vampire attack. "I feel like we are escaping something," he mirrored my thoughts.

Two short blocks later we were on the elevator headed for my apartment on the sixth floor. When the status light hit three, his mouth crashed clumsily onto mine. He tasted like beer, but his thick lower lip made up for the slightly bitter taste. He kissed well, although he would have been better if he'd had more confidence in himself.
I guess I knew he was drunk when I felt a hand creep up my left thigh. "Hey," I pushed him lightly, "hold on, we've only got a floor left."

His eyes almost focused on mine, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The pit of my belly fluttered. Was Hayden Christensen actually about to have sex with me? "Baby, I just want to do whatever you want."
Again, I got a good look at those movie star teeth. "Okay."
When the doors to the elevator opened, I led him down and around the corner to my place. Paid for by the luck of landing a reoccurring, but tiny, role on a Canadian soap, it was larger than I would have normally opted for. Tonight I was thankful that I'd decided to clean up before I went out.

"Nice place," he murmured, hand still clutched in mine.

"Thanks, want the grand tour?"

"I just want to see your room." He stumbled a little.

I looked him over closely, "Hayden, how drunk are you?"

He glanced around like there were cue cards on the wall, "I need another drink."

Despite my better judgment, I went to my dry bar. "What do you want?" After all, I really wanted the boy and if a drink would make it okay to sleep with me, a drink he would get. I poured myself a shot of vodka, with peppermint schnapps to chase it with.

Hayden wandered around my living area, "Whatever you're having."

I downed the vodka, taking part of the schnapps. I poured another shot of the 101 proof stuff. I might have been aiding an abetting a drunk, but I wouldn't feed him two shots. "Hayden, here." He came to my side and we took the shots together.

He coughed and winced, "That tastes like Listerine."

"It probably is," I conceded.

Blowing out loudly, he reminded me of a little boy, "I smell better, th." ."

Starting to feel the buzzing of my body, I grabbed a belt loop of his jeans, "Come on."
On my bed, in my room, things started to get interesting. His shirt was gone, tossed somewhere. Just as I had expected, lean, defined muscles showed themselves. I felt my stomach drop, my desire building. Before too long, my shirt and bra followed. Lips and tongues made contact with bare skin. Wherever his hands touched I felt scorched; I hoped I had at least half that effect on him.

His hand brushed over my chest. He grinned elfishly, "We have birthmarks in the same spot."

Sure enough, two dark brown spots existed on our left pectoral muscle. I dipped my mouth to his chest, licking the spot and working my way down. I genitally pulled his nipple between my teeth.

With some light aggression he pushed me onto my back, his body covering mine. "I can't believe this." His breath, still coated with peppermint schnapps, played sweetly over my face.

I ran my hands down the smooth skin of his back, "Can't believe what?"

Somehow his hands were under my skirt. "That I'm with you. Every guy in there wanted you, and somehow I got you." His fingers slid into me. "No underwear, hu? That's really hot."

Most conscious thought left me as his long, talented hands ran in and out of me, rubbing over my clit with gentle vibrations. I moaned aloud, not even sure of what I was saying. The alcohol surely helped, but he was good, either way. Subconsciously, I rubbed my hand along the hard bulge of his jeans.
Hayden's hand left my skirt, but his mouth descended on my breasts. His teasing pulling, licking, and sucking put me into a state of bliss. I wouldn't have noticed his nakedness if it wasn't for the size of his penis.

"Jesus," I managed through breaths of pleasure. "You are going to tare me to pieces."

He frowned, fingers back under my skirt. "That doesn't sound like fun."

I pushed him on hick, ck, "Oh, it will be."

I licked every muscle down from his chest. I ignored his manhood and licked down and up one thigh, then down and up the other.

"Tease," he rasped with his eyes closed.

"Always," I agreed as I took as much of his length as I could manage in my mouth. I spiraled my tongue around the base of the tip, swirling as I bobbed up and down.

"Je veux à fuck vous."
The French words weren't natural for me, but I understood. "One second." I left his body to grab a condom off my bedside table. I tore it open with my teeth and put in on with my mouth.

Positioning himself above me, Hayden asked, "Tell me if I hurt you."

I nodded, and he was inside me. The stretching was something I had not felt for a long time; it pushed a little too much. But that was soon forgotten as the pleasure of the act overtook me. Ragged, harsh breaths poured from both our mouths.

He stopped, buried deep within me. "I want to do you from behind."

"One second," I agreed. I used my dancer's flexibility to kick my left leg over his head. I pulled away from him partly, feeling his long member leaving me. When the tightness lessened I flipped onto my stomach. The way he thrust back into me, you would've thought the whole thing had been choreographed.
His cries of lust combined with his filling presence pushed me over the edge. I came, lubricating him with my sweet juices. A moment later he followed me, lying at my side. I remembered him throwing away the condom, but after that the combination of drunkenness and exhaustion crept in, putting me to sleep.

I woke to the sun filtering through my window. Alone, I smiled. "Thank you, Hayden."
I rolled over, my face colliding with a sharp corner. I held one eye open with my fingertips. It was a letter. In my haste to open it, I tore it in half, but my one eye read it quite well when I held the two pieces together.

Isabella,
Thanks for the awesome night. I had a family thing to arlyarly. Please don't think I just left. Here's my contact info. Please, please call me today. We'll hang out, when I'm sober this time. You're beautiful when you sleep. And when you dance. I think I could fall for you, somehow.
Call me,
Hayden

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