Battle of Wills (COMPLETED)

Natalie’s head spun dizzily as real life dropped her with a jarring thud back to earth. Stunned, she held her breath, not sure what to do. The thought was inconceivable, but she had just had sex with Hayden Christensen. And not just any sex. Wild sex. Hot sex. Holy cow where have you been all my life sex! This just couldn’t be! Hayden? It dawned on her that the rampant length of him still impaled her and a surge of embarrassment filled her as she found the sensation anything but unpleasant. How was she ever going to face him?

What in hell did I just do? The first coherent thoughts pummeled Hayden’s mind. With a will of their own, his hands slid up and down her back, whether in comfort or just to feel the texture of her soft skin he wasn’t sure. Taken aback, he attempted to get his head around what had happened. It didn’t seem possible, but he had pushed Natalie down onto him and it had been a perfect fit. Mortification sickened his stomach. Then, a new thought pushed it aside and whispered enticingly to him. But, why hadn’t she fought back? The guilt drained away. She had moved on him like a woman possessed, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. It had all happened so damn fast! There was only one thing to do. With a deep breath, Hayden moved, lifting her off him and standing, pulling her with him.

Bewildered, Natalie followed only because she had no choice. Gently, but with a firm hand he began washing her and Natalie kept her head down, unable to meet the solemn blue eyes that she could feel drilling into the top of her head. The enormity of what they had just done flamed her face. Fangs of guilt nipped at her heart, but worse, a hedonistic thrill flowed through her veins, needing to feel a repeat of the heart stopping union. It was shameless, and she stared stubbornly at her feet as his fingers massaged shampoo through her hair, the suds flowing down her face towards her eyes.

Washing her clean, Hayden frowned. She was not making this easy. If she was attempting to make him feel like a heel, she was doing a great job. Getting the shampoo rinsed out proved to be a huge chore, but finally he grabbed her chin and forced her head up so he could finish. Determined eyes remained tightly shut, denying him the opportunity to see what was going on inside. Reaching past her, he flicked the water off and drew back the shower curtain grabbing a fluffy towel off the rack. He stepped out of the tub, drying himself and hitched the towel around his waist before reaching for another. With almost clinical precision, he toweled her dry and wrapped it around her, fumbling to tuck it in. At last, she swatted his hands away and did it herself. Hayden allowed himself a small smile. Never had he seen her so agitated.

Before she could move, he tugged her toward the sink, watching the bent head with growing amusement. He grabbed the hair dryer and turned it on, causing her to jump. Confusion held her still as she felt fingers lift strands of hair, the warm air of the dryer blowing over her scalp. Careful not to pull, he continued working at drying her hair, fumbling a lot but determined to do it, waving the dryer over his own head every now and then. New thoughts were encroaching, weaving firmly into the fabric of his mind, thoughts that had nothing to do with discussion and everything to do with action. Shutting the dryer off, he grabbed a brush and worked it through her hair until it was shiny and smooth again. Once satisfied, he studied the bent head then the agitated rise and fall of her shoulders. A hand twisted the doorknob and opened the door allowing cooler air to rush in prickling their skin with goosebumps. Mind made up, Hayden took Natalie’s hand in his and walked out of the bathroom, towing her behind him.