Battle of Wills (COMPLETED)

Hayden stood under the shower’s spray and let the hot water stream over his aching, tense muscles. A faint hope that Natalie would take the hint and leave fizzled. There was no way she would leave without having the last word. He had just given her the proverbial cold shoulder and the little princess wasn’t used to not having everyone do her bidding. He snorted and stepped back from the showers spray, wiping the water from his eyes. Spoiled brat.

“Next time make sure the door clicks in place before you lock it,” Natalie’s voice drawled above the sound of the shower. Hayden jumped and barely kept himself from slipping in the bathtub.

“Get out!” He shouted angrily above the spray. “Can’t you take a hint?”

“Not really,” Natalie smirked at the shower curtain that hid Hayden from her. “Now you’re trapped and you can’t get out unless you talk to me.”

For a long moment Hayden mulled over his options, then shrugged. “If you want to talk to me, you’ll just have to take off your clothes and get in the shower because otherwise you can flap your lips all you want ‘cos I’m not listening or talking to you.” He snickered to himself mentally slapping his back. Not only should that shut her up, that should force her to leave and he could salvage what was left of the evening and unwind. Minutes slipped by and Hayden proceeded to shower without a problem. If she hadn’t left, he’d just act as if he was getting out of the shower and that should send her running. Again he stepped out of the spray, whistling tunelessly.

The shower curtain twitched and Hayden froze, his eyes locked on the movement. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. The curtain opened and a bare leg stepped into the tub. Air left his lungs. A creamy, bare thigh appeared. His eyes bulged. With a flick of the curtain, Natalie climbed completely into the shower…naked.

Vocal chords paralyzed, Hayden stared, dumbfounded. Water poured over Natalie’s head, drenching it, but she stood ramrod straight before ducking her head out, wiping her eyes and fixing him with narrowed, satisfied eyes.

“Ok, Hayden,” Natalie sneered up at him, “I’ve proven there’s nowhere you can go that I won’t follow. So…let’s talk.”

Hayden had no voice. Eyes rounded, he stared into her defiant eyes, then, to his horror, in spite of his mental command, they lowered taking in the tipped chin, slender shoulders, small, tilted breasts… Inwardly, he groaned as he gazed at Natalie’s breasts for the first time; water running in rivulets over the dusky nipples. This was absolutely insane! Forcefully, he dragged his eyes back up, desire to kick himself for the slip growing rapidly.

“Seen enough?” Natalie tossed at him.

“You’re nuts!” he hissed at her.

Natalie laughed and Hayden bobbled the soap dropping it. Crouching quickly to retrieve it, he lifted his head to stand, his face level with the juncture of her thighs. Warning bells clanged in his head as his groin stirred at the tempting sight. Never in all his days had he ever thought…ok, well, for a short time it had crossed his mind when they had been in Italy a few years ago…but…

He shot to his feet and glared at her. Sweetly, she smiled back then lowered her own curious eyes. Grudgingly, she admitted he was well built. Lanky, but strong chested, lean hipped and… Natalie’s eyes widened at the rising member between his legs. He was…was…well…she floundered for a word, her heart pounding…

Astounded eyes lifted to his. Hayden gritted his teeth then shot at her, “Oh, get a grip, Natalie! It’s a natural reaction to a naked girl climbing into my shower, so don’t think it has anything to do with you personally.”

A battle of wills ensued, neither refusing to look away from the other. Time ticked by as they glared at one another. Natalie swallowed the lump in her throat, unable to hide it from Hayden’s peripheral vision. His lip curled at the slip. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at his again.

“Ai-yeeee!” Hayden yelped, unable to move for fear of losing something. In disbelief he broke eye contact and lowered his eyes to gape at Natalie’s small hand wrapped around his semi-erect shaft. The feel of her hand combined with the physical sight of it caused the only reaction possible. He felt himself grow harder in her grip until he was fully erect.

“Well,” she commanded his shocked attention back to her face, “you told me to get a grip, so…I got a grip.”