The Chronology of Us (A Stanathan multi-chapter fic) Ch. 16: Wrapping the season in style
The Chronology of us - Chapter 16: Wrapping the season in style
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Stana/Nathan
Hey peeps, here's the new chapter - sending out love beams to you all!
In January, Nathan and Stana returned to work and began work on episode 11 of season 4. They worked through January and February, both thoroughly enjoyed the film noir episode and were actually kind of nervous about kissing in front of the cameras and crew.
"OK, so we have to be super careful to not give anything away OK?" Stana whooshed around the dressing room where she had just been dressed into a fabulous red number, her hair curled with a lot of hairspray.
"Right, just a very quick kiss and no lingering looks of love, I get it, I get it", Nathan told her, looking dashing in his grey suit, fedora and a tie that coincidentally matched Stana's dress.
Stana eyed him up, a small cheeky smile curling her lips upward. "Gonna be hard", she said softly, running a hand up his broad chest.
Nathan's breath hitched immediately. "Oh it's going to be very hard."
Stana pursed her lips, glancing down at the area beneath his waistline.
"You Miss Katic, are a credit to the 1940's", he told her, running his hands over her blissfully bare arms.
Stana smiled at him. "Back at ya", she winked.
Nathan shuddered, even though it was Stana who was being touched so sensually. "You are so beautiful."
Stana put a hand to Nathan's cheek and leaned in for a kiss.
"Ah, ah, ah, no hanky panky allowed... the 1940's were a distinguished era, I will not have you tarnishing its reputation", Andrew Marlowe walked in on them, a sly grin on his face.
"Come on Andrew, five minutes. Can't we have five minutes alone?" Nathan growled at him crossly.
"Is that all it takes?" Andrew raised an eyebrow at him, smirking.
Nathan and Stana gave him matching glares and he shook his head. "Just come on to set alright, Molly's waiting to shoot the scene... She doesn't waste time indulging in..." he made a face and waved a hand in the air. "This."
"Yeah well, just wait a couple of years", Nathan said, then grimaced. "Ew, why did I have to say that? I don't wanna think about that!"
Andrew walked out of the room and Nathan turned to Stana. "Now I've got that image in my mind... Oh God, how am I going to un-see that?!"
...
The kiss was brief as they had practiced (many times in her trailer), although Stana ignored her own instructions and gazed at him adoringly as they ran off screen, and afterward, the cast who knew about them gave them smirks and coy looks, wolf-whistling and throwing suggestive comments their way.
"Shut up", Stana whispered furiously to them as she moved past the camera set up and rigs.
"Just ignore them", Nathan told her.
"Yeah but what if other guys overhear them?" Stana asked him, gritting her teeth.
"Then there'll be rumors, and who's gonna believe 'em? Probably every single fan of our relationship - all the Stanathans will just keep shipping and all the skeptics will keep being skeptic..." And everything will keeps being the way it is."
"Well, I must say, I like the way it is", Stana told him as they rounded a fake brick wall and she pulled his silver ring out of her pocket and slid it on to his finger, giving him the brightest smile.
"So do I", he replied, leaning down to kiss her. She clenched her hand and his, hiding the ring from view, no one else would ever see, and so no one else would ever know.
Only they would.
...
The next few weeks passed quite rapidly, almost in a blur. Stana and Nathan did their respective things, Nathan traveled and sometimes Stana traveled, and just on the rare occasion, they had discreet dinners together - using the cover of their stunt doubles whenever they were recognized.
One day Andrew called them into his office and told them to sit down. He looked extremely serious, grave almost.
"Is there something wrong?" Stana asked him worriedly, sitting down gently in the chair that she was directed to.
Andrew swallowed. "OK, so here's the thing..." he sighed and paused in his sentence.
"What? What is it?" Nathan pushed him.
"We're going to have to break Caskett up."
"What?!" Was Stana's first response, rising from her chair, yelling passionately at the producer.
"Now, now, hold on Stana and let me tell you the rest... don't get your ponytail in a twist." Andrew teased her.
Stana gave him a look to rival the evilest devil but sat down in her chair again.
"Beckett's big secret will be revealed when she's interrogating a suspect."
"Oh come on, what?!" Stana protested.
"And yes, Castle will be devastated", Andrew interrupted the stricken actress.
Stana looked over at Nathan who placed a gentle hand on her arm, trying to calm her.
"And he will spend the next couple of episodes being very mad at her. He will talk about leaving the precinct... leaving her, but then we'll have a case with what will appear to be real life zombies, and he will be way too excited by that to consider leaving."
Stana relaxed a little bit.
Andrew's nostrils widened, his eyes twinkling. His lips shook as he tried not to grin widely. "And then we'll end the season with a huge fight scene between Castle and Beckett."
Stana shook her head, making a noise of annoyance.
"Which will end with Beckett finally getting her head out of her ass and apologizing to Castle, begging him for forgiveness and kinda making out with him against the door of the loft."
Stana's head shot up quickly. "She...They...What?"
"Castle and Beckett are gonna have sexytime", Andrew muttered dismissively, swiveling around in his chair.
Stana squealed. "You're not joking are you? Because that would be so cruel!" She said in a flurry.
Andrew stopped spinning and looked at her coyly, shaking his head quickly, a wide smile on his face.
Stana let out a loud and joyful laugh, jumping out of her chair and racing over to the producer, grabbing him tightly, practically jumping on his lap and kissing him all over his bearded face.
Andrew laughed. "Stana, Stana... OK, well it's up to you guys to pull it off, and the scripts aren't completed yet, these are just ideas."
"Wonderful, spectacular ideas and having Castle and Beckett together, finally being together and makin'-..." Stana ceased her attack on Andrew and stood up straight. "Oh God." She turned to Nathan, her eyes full of fright. "We're going to be kissing."
Nathan raised an eyebrow at her and said in a sarcastic robotic voice. "Oh no, however will we manage?"
"Wh-What if people... can tell?" She asked nervously.
Nathan rolled his eyes at her. "No one will be able to tell Stana. As I've already said to you, sure people will speculate, they always do. But unless they see the evidence off screen for their own eyes, no one is going to see... we're just going to have to make sure we lock the door and close the blinds in our trailers every time."
Stana nodded, smiling softly as he wrapped his arms around her. "Is that all you wanted Andrew?" She asked, still staring into Nathan's blue eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, now go home and... well actually, just get out of here, I don't wanna know", the producer shuddered.
Stana and Nathan walked out of the room, gazing doe-eyed at one another.
"Oh and by the way, the finale? It's going to be called "Always."
....
"Always", Stana shook her head and giggled as she sat on the side of his bed. "I can't believe it. It's just so cheesy and wonderful and just... them."
"My God you really are a fangirl", Nathan chuckled as he donned his bathrobe.
"We've got to do this right Nathan, you know? I've been waiting four years to prove that this can work, and now it's here, I cannot blow it."
"Well, lucky for you, your acting partner happens to be your boyfriend... that's where the difference lies, my dear... No moonlighting curse for us. We broke it long ago", Nathan grinned at her as he bent over her and placed his lips firmly on hers.
Stana moaned into his kiss, lifting her hand to stroke his damp hair. She shifted back on the bed and he pushed her down onto the duvet, swinging his legs over to claim his position on top of her.
"Why did you even put this on?" Stana pulled against the tie of his robe with a grin.
Nathan looked thoughtful for a moment and then admitted. "I have no idea."
Stana giggled as he leant down and kissed her again, when he canted into her, her giggle turned into a gasp and she clawed into his back, needing more, much more.
"When Caskett are together, you think they'll ever actually make love? On screen, I mean." Nathan asked Stana.
"God I hope so."
Nathan shook his head. "If they put you in barely there clothing, and put me in the room with you, I am so going to be in trouble."
Stana laughed.
Nathan gave her a thoughtful and adoring look, reaching down to smooth her temple with his thumb. "It'll have to be subtle of course... they might not show explicit details, but perhaps, with certain lighting, they could show Castle... unbuttoning a button." He unbuttoned the top button on the night shirt she was wearing.
"Kate's hand running along Rick's shoulder blades, shirt still on."
"Maroon", Stana smiled, her eyes closed, dreaming. She opened her eyes and grinned at Nathan. "It's Castle's best color."
Nathan leaned down and moved his arms around to encase her, drawing her into him. "They could show Rick..." he brought his mouth to her pulse point, sucking lightly on it. "Doing this."
Stana whimpered. "I think... I think there's a rule that prohibits...tongue from showing on...nn...network TV."
"So I guess he wouldn't be able to do this then..." Nathan licked from the top of her ear, stopping to suck lightly in the lobe and then trailing a line of saliva down her cheek bone and around her chin.
Stana groaned and squirmed beneath him. He launched his tongue into her mouth, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue playing lightly with his, circling and flicking together.
"Uhhh, yeah they definitely could not show this", Stana choked out before Nathan smoothed his lips over hers, smothering her, his mouth fervent and hungry.
"I can see it, it could be really cinematic and beautifully played... as you said, they don't have to show the "act" to know what's goin' on", Stana panted. "They could show his hands... pulling off her jeans perhaps?"
Nathan sucked in a breath. "Maybe at knee level, I think showing underwear might be a little bit..."
"Racy?" Stana suggested.
"Yeah, let's go with that", Nathan nodded.
"Alright, so he could pull her pants off... slowly", Stana took his hand in her own and brought it to her waist line, tugging down on his wrist, encouraging him.
His eyebrow lifted and he smiled darkly at her, curling his fingers slowly inside her hem line.
"The camera gets a shot of his fingers, sliding down her calves, pulling the material down", Stana made a small whimper when his fingernails brushed against her skin.
"Making her muscles jump in response", Nathan noted, a smirk forming on his face.
"Well she's a badass detective, do you really think she's going to want to be under his will?" Stana asked, desperate to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off her lover's face.
"What do you-" Nathan's question was cut short when Stana rolled to the side and flipped him on his back, coming to straddle him.
"Y-Yeah, they should um, really do that", Nathan nodded, his eyes wide, mouth dropping, arousal seeping from his every pore and exponentially becoming apparent underneath her.
"Be great to hear him say... apples", Stana dove in on him and attacked his ear with her teeth, biting it hard, pulling at it. Nathan groaned loudly, his hands balling into fists. When she relented, he was struggling to breathe.
Stana gave him a searing look before untying his robe and wrapping her arms around him, lifting him off the bed so he could shirk it off himself.
She aided the process, her long fingernails purposefully scraping against his arms.
"I hope they show this", Stana said breathily as she ran her fingers up and down his pecs, making him sigh and groan. "This beautiful, sexy chest." Nathan's stomach muscles twitched at her touch.
"Hmm, looks like it's not only Beckett who quivers sometimes", Stana teased him.
Nathan's teeth grit together, the sensation of her light fingers on his skin was far too insufficient and yet far too much to bear. He boldly lifted her light frame off him and twisted himself round so that he was on all fours, on top of her again.
Stana looked at him open mouthed, not sure whether to be pissed off or extremely turned on.
"And Beckett's not the only one who can be bad-ass", Nathan growled, tugging at her night shirt, ripping her buttons clean off and attacking her breasts with his hungry mouth.
Stana went with option B.
"Ohhh, they couldn't show this on the show... Ugh...Oh God", Stana made animalistic sounds.
"Well not with the noises you're making anyway... those on their own would be R rated."
And Stana continued making them, and when she reached a hand forward and grabbed a very hard reproductive organ that was stiff against her lower stomach, he joined her in a chorus of very explicit sounds.
"That... definitely would not make it to air", Nathan croaked as Stana began to pump him.
"Oh shit", Nathan sighed as he felt himself nearing the edge. "Stana..."
"Yeah", she nodded, moving her underwear to the side and guiding him to her entrance.
They both swore when he came to fill her. Nathan leaned down to place a quick kiss to her brow before beginning a slow rhythm. It wasn't long before Stana was begging him "faster" and he quickened his pace, hitting her with a glorious amount of pressure, just enough and not too much, and fuck!
Stana lifted her hand to caress the back of his head, he looked into her eyes, wanting to watch them glaze over as she came with him.
The intensity there was so brilliant that Stana moaned just at the look in his eyes. And then he hit her in just the right spot and she felt the first wave hit.
"Oh Castlllle! She yelled out, her orgasm ripping through her entire body.
"Oh Beckett", Nathan grunted through gritted teeth as he spilled his seed inside her.
He looked down at her, beaming and she laughed.
He pulled himself out of her and rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily.
"Wow, we should role play more often."
"I kinda felt embarrassed to suggest it but... I've always wanted to", Stana bit her lip.
"Man, what are you going to be like when they're actually together?" Nathan laughed, poking her in the ribs with his finger. "Walkin' on cloud nine, in a constant state of bliss no doubt....You're such a fangirl."
"Meh, I'll probably love it for about a week and then I'll be over it... kay, that's old news now, what's next?"
Nathan laughed. "Yeah right."
"And I'll have you know I take the term "fangirl" as a compliment thank you very much."
Nathan shuffled up to her, tugging on her arm to pull her body flush with his. He kissed her on the nose. "You're the cutest."
"No, you are", Stana smiled girlishly, tucking her face under his arm.
"Marlowe said there's going to be a charming British guy come in and partner up with Beckett..." Nathan gasped lightly. "What if Beckett has sex with him?"
Stana's mouth dropped. "Do you want a slap?"
Nathan threw his hands up defensively. "It could happen... it's a valid point!"
"Do you really think she would do that? After all of this...torturing herself over him."
"Well if she thinks he's really given up then... maybe. She's just a woman after all", Nathan said lightly, trying not to sound insulting.
"Stop trying to sink the ship!" Stana squealed at him.
Nathan gulped. "Sorry."
There was a moment of silence that he spent calming her down by running his soft fingers along her arm.
Just as she was nearing sleep, he asked her in a low voice. "Seriously though, what happens if they break up?"
Stana shook her head, turning to him with half lidded eyes. "They won't break up... they said always, remember?"
Nathan smiled, slapping himself on the forehead. "Of course they did... It's irrefutable now."
He watched his lover fall asleep in his arms before he whispered. "It's completely irrefutable."
...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Stana/Nathan
Hey peeps, here's the new chapter - sending out love beams to you all!
In January, Nathan and Stana returned to work and began work on episode 11 of season 4. They worked through January and February, both thoroughly enjoyed the film noir episode and were actually kind of nervous about kissing in front of the cameras and crew.
"OK, so we have to be super careful to not give anything away OK?" Stana whooshed around the dressing room where she had just been dressed into a fabulous red number, her hair curled with a lot of hairspray.
"Right, just a very quick kiss and no lingering looks of love, I get it, I get it", Nathan told her, looking dashing in his grey suit, fedora and a tie that coincidentally matched Stana's dress.
Stana eyed him up, a small cheeky smile curling her lips upward. "Gonna be hard", she said softly, running a hand up his broad chest.
Nathan's breath hitched immediately. "Oh it's going to be very hard."
Stana pursed her lips, glancing down at the area beneath his waistline.
"You Miss Katic, are a credit to the 1940's", he told her, running his hands over her blissfully bare arms.
Stana smiled at him. "Back at ya", she winked.
Nathan shuddered, even though it was Stana who was being touched so sensually. "You are so beautiful."
Stana put a hand to Nathan's cheek and leaned in for a kiss.
"Ah, ah, ah, no hanky panky allowed... the 1940's were a distinguished era, I will not have you tarnishing its reputation", Andrew Marlowe walked in on them, a sly grin on his face.
"Come on Andrew, five minutes. Can't we have five minutes alone?" Nathan growled at him crossly.
"Is that all it takes?" Andrew raised an eyebrow at him, smirking.
Nathan and Stana gave him matching glares and he shook his head. "Just come on to set alright, Molly's waiting to shoot the scene... She doesn't waste time indulging in..." he made a face and waved a hand in the air. "This."
"Yeah well, just wait a couple of years", Nathan said, then grimaced. "Ew, why did I have to say that? I don't wanna think about that!"
Andrew walked out of the room and Nathan turned to Stana. "Now I've got that image in my mind... Oh God, how am I going to un-see that?!"
...
The kiss was brief as they had practiced (many times in her trailer), although Stana ignored her own instructions and gazed at him adoringly as they ran off screen, and afterward, the cast who knew about them gave them smirks and coy looks, wolf-whistling and throwing suggestive comments their way.
"Shut up", Stana whispered furiously to them as she moved past the camera set up and rigs.
"Just ignore them", Nathan told her.
"Yeah but what if other guys overhear them?" Stana asked him, gritting her teeth.
"Then there'll be rumors, and who's gonna believe 'em? Probably every single fan of our relationship - all the Stanathans will just keep shipping and all the skeptics will keep being skeptic..." And everything will keeps being the way it is."
"Well, I must say, I like the way it is", Stana told him as they rounded a fake brick wall and she pulled his silver ring out of her pocket and slid it on to his finger, giving him the brightest smile.
"So do I", he replied, leaning down to kiss her. She clenched her hand and his, hiding the ring from view, no one else would ever see, and so no one else would ever know.
Only they would.
...
The next few weeks passed quite rapidly, almost in a blur. Stana and Nathan did their respective things, Nathan traveled and sometimes Stana traveled, and just on the rare occasion, they had discreet dinners together - using the cover of their stunt doubles whenever they were recognized.
One day Andrew called them into his office and told them to sit down. He looked extremely serious, grave almost.
"Is there something wrong?" Stana asked him worriedly, sitting down gently in the chair that she was directed to.
Andrew swallowed. "OK, so here's the thing..." he sighed and paused in his sentence.
"What? What is it?" Nathan pushed him.
"We're going to have to break Caskett up."
"What?!" Was Stana's first response, rising from her chair, yelling passionately at the producer.
"Now, now, hold on Stana and let me tell you the rest... don't get your ponytail in a twist." Andrew teased her.
Stana gave him a look to rival the evilest devil but sat down in her chair again.
"Beckett's big secret will be revealed when she's interrogating a suspect."
"Oh come on, what?!" Stana protested.
"And yes, Castle will be devastated", Andrew interrupted the stricken actress.
Stana looked over at Nathan who placed a gentle hand on her arm, trying to calm her.
"And he will spend the next couple of episodes being very mad at her. He will talk about leaving the precinct... leaving her, but then we'll have a case with what will appear to be real life zombies, and he will be way too excited by that to consider leaving."
Stana relaxed a little bit.
Andrew's nostrils widened, his eyes twinkling. His lips shook as he tried not to grin widely. "And then we'll end the season with a huge fight scene between Castle and Beckett."
Stana shook her head, making a noise of annoyance.
"Which will end with Beckett finally getting her head out of her ass and apologizing to Castle, begging him for forgiveness and kinda making out with him against the door of the loft."
Stana's head shot up quickly. "She...They...What?"
"Castle and Beckett are gonna have sexytime", Andrew muttered dismissively, swiveling around in his chair.
Stana squealed. "You're not joking are you? Because that would be so cruel!" She said in a flurry.
Andrew stopped spinning and looked at her coyly, shaking his head quickly, a wide smile on his face.
Stana let out a loud and joyful laugh, jumping out of her chair and racing over to the producer, grabbing him tightly, practically jumping on his lap and kissing him all over his bearded face.
Andrew laughed. "Stana, Stana... OK, well it's up to you guys to pull it off, and the scripts aren't completed yet, these are just ideas."
"Wonderful, spectacular ideas and having Castle and Beckett together, finally being together and makin'-..." Stana ceased her attack on Andrew and stood up straight. "Oh God." She turned to Nathan, her eyes full of fright. "We're going to be kissing."
Nathan raised an eyebrow at her and said in a sarcastic robotic voice. "Oh no, however will we manage?"
"Wh-What if people... can tell?" She asked nervously.
Nathan rolled his eyes at her. "No one will be able to tell Stana. As I've already said to you, sure people will speculate, they always do. But unless they see the evidence off screen for their own eyes, no one is going to see... we're just going to have to make sure we lock the door and close the blinds in our trailers every time."
Stana nodded, smiling softly as he wrapped his arms around her. "Is that all you wanted Andrew?" She asked, still staring into Nathan's blue eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, now go home and... well actually, just get out of here, I don't wanna know", the producer shuddered.
Stana and Nathan walked out of the room, gazing doe-eyed at one another.
"Oh and by the way, the finale? It's going to be called "Always."
....
"Always", Stana shook her head and giggled as she sat on the side of his bed. "I can't believe it. It's just so cheesy and wonderful and just... them."
"My God you really are a fangirl", Nathan chuckled as he donned his bathrobe.
"We've got to do this right Nathan, you know? I've been waiting four years to prove that this can work, and now it's here, I cannot blow it."
"Well, lucky for you, your acting partner happens to be your boyfriend... that's where the difference lies, my dear... No moonlighting curse for us. We broke it long ago", Nathan grinned at her as he bent over her and placed his lips firmly on hers.
Stana moaned into his kiss, lifting her hand to stroke his damp hair. She shifted back on the bed and he pushed her down onto the duvet, swinging his legs over to claim his position on top of her.
"Why did you even put this on?" Stana pulled against the tie of his robe with a grin.
Nathan looked thoughtful for a moment and then admitted. "I have no idea."
Stana giggled as he leant down and kissed her again, when he canted into her, her giggle turned into a gasp and she clawed into his back, needing more, much more.
"When Caskett are together, you think they'll ever actually make love? On screen, I mean." Nathan asked Stana.
"God I hope so."
Nathan shook his head. "If they put you in barely there clothing, and put me in the room with you, I am so going to be in trouble."
Stana laughed.
Nathan gave her a thoughtful and adoring look, reaching down to smooth her temple with his thumb. "It'll have to be subtle of course... they might not show explicit details, but perhaps, with certain lighting, they could show Castle... unbuttoning a button." He unbuttoned the top button on the night shirt she was wearing.
"Kate's hand running along Rick's shoulder blades, shirt still on."
"Maroon", Stana smiled, her eyes closed, dreaming. She opened her eyes and grinned at Nathan. "It's Castle's best color."
Nathan leaned down and moved his arms around to encase her, drawing her into him. "They could show Rick..." he brought his mouth to her pulse point, sucking lightly on it. "Doing this."
Stana whimpered. "I think... I think there's a rule that prohibits...tongue from showing on...nn...network TV."
"So I guess he wouldn't be able to do this then..." Nathan licked from the top of her ear, stopping to suck lightly in the lobe and then trailing a line of saliva down her cheek bone and around her chin.
Stana groaned and squirmed beneath him. He launched his tongue into her mouth, she opened her mouth wide, her tongue playing lightly with his, circling and flicking together.
"Uhhh, yeah they definitely could not show this", Stana choked out before Nathan smoothed his lips over hers, smothering her, his mouth fervent and hungry.
"I can see it, it could be really cinematic and beautifully played... as you said, they don't have to show the "act" to know what's goin' on", Stana panted. "They could show his hands... pulling off her jeans perhaps?"
Nathan sucked in a breath. "Maybe at knee level, I think showing underwear might be a little bit..."
"Racy?" Stana suggested.
"Yeah, let's go with that", Nathan nodded.
"Alright, so he could pull her pants off... slowly", Stana took his hand in her own and brought it to her waist line, tugging down on his wrist, encouraging him.
His eyebrow lifted and he smiled darkly at her, curling his fingers slowly inside her hem line.
"The camera gets a shot of his fingers, sliding down her calves, pulling the material down", Stana made a small whimper when his fingernails brushed against her skin.
"Making her muscles jump in response", Nathan noted, a smirk forming on his face.
"Well she's a badass detective, do you really think she's going to want to be under his will?" Stana asked, desperate to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off her lover's face.
"What do you-" Nathan's question was cut short when Stana rolled to the side and flipped him on his back, coming to straddle him.
"Y-Yeah, they should um, really do that", Nathan nodded, his eyes wide, mouth dropping, arousal seeping from his every pore and exponentially becoming apparent underneath her.
"Be great to hear him say... apples", Stana dove in on him and attacked his ear with her teeth, biting it hard, pulling at it. Nathan groaned loudly, his hands balling into fists. When she relented, he was struggling to breathe.
Stana gave him a searing look before untying his robe and wrapping her arms around him, lifting him off the bed so he could shirk it off himself.
She aided the process, her long fingernails purposefully scraping against his arms.
"I hope they show this", Stana said breathily as she ran her fingers up and down his pecs, making him sigh and groan. "This beautiful, sexy chest." Nathan's stomach muscles twitched at her touch.
"Hmm, looks like it's not only Beckett who quivers sometimes", Stana teased him.
Nathan's teeth grit together, the sensation of her light fingers on his skin was far too insufficient and yet far too much to bear. He boldly lifted her light frame off him and twisted himself round so that he was on all fours, on top of her again.
Stana looked at him open mouthed, not sure whether to be pissed off or extremely turned on.
"And Beckett's not the only one who can be bad-ass", Nathan growled, tugging at her night shirt, ripping her buttons clean off and attacking her breasts with his hungry mouth.
Stana went with option B.
"Ohhh, they couldn't show this on the show... Ugh...Oh God", Stana made animalistic sounds.
"Well not with the noises you're making anyway... those on their own would be R rated."
And Stana continued making them, and when she reached a hand forward and grabbed a very hard reproductive organ that was stiff against her lower stomach, he joined her in a chorus of very explicit sounds.
"That... definitely would not make it to air", Nathan croaked as Stana began to pump him.
"Oh shit", Nathan sighed as he felt himself nearing the edge. "Stana..."
"Yeah", she nodded, moving her underwear to the side and guiding him to her entrance.
They both swore when he came to fill her. Nathan leaned down to place a quick kiss to her brow before beginning a slow rhythm. It wasn't long before Stana was begging him "faster" and he quickened his pace, hitting her with a glorious amount of pressure, just enough and not too much, and fuck!
Stana lifted her hand to caress the back of his head, he looked into her eyes, wanting to watch them glaze over as she came with him.
The intensity there was so brilliant that Stana moaned just at the look in his eyes. And then he hit her in just the right spot and she felt the first wave hit.
"Oh Castlllle! She yelled out, her orgasm ripping through her entire body.
"Oh Beckett", Nathan grunted through gritted teeth as he spilled his seed inside her.
He looked down at her, beaming and she laughed.
He pulled himself out of her and rolled over onto his back, breathing heavily.
"Wow, we should role play more often."
"I kinda felt embarrassed to suggest it but... I've always wanted to", Stana bit her lip.
"Man, what are you going to be like when they're actually together?" Nathan laughed, poking her in the ribs with his finger. "Walkin' on cloud nine, in a constant state of bliss no doubt....You're such a fangirl."
"Meh, I'll probably love it for about a week and then I'll be over it... kay, that's old news now, what's next?"
Nathan laughed. "Yeah right."
"And I'll have you know I take the term "fangirl" as a compliment thank you very much."
Nathan shuffled up to her, tugging on her arm to pull her body flush with his. He kissed her on the nose. "You're the cutest."
"No, you are", Stana smiled girlishly, tucking her face under his arm.
"Marlowe said there's going to be a charming British guy come in and partner up with Beckett..." Nathan gasped lightly. "What if Beckett has sex with him?"
Stana's mouth dropped. "Do you want a slap?"
Nathan threw his hands up defensively. "It could happen... it's a valid point!"
"Do you really think she would do that? After all of this...torturing herself over him."
"Well if she thinks he's really given up then... maybe. She's just a woman after all", Nathan said lightly, trying not to sound insulting.
"Stop trying to sink the ship!" Stana squealed at him.
Nathan gulped. "Sorry."
There was a moment of silence that he spent calming her down by running his soft fingers along her arm.
Just as she was nearing sleep, he asked her in a low voice. "Seriously though, what happens if they break up?"
Stana shook her head, turning to him with half lidded eyes. "They won't break up... they said always, remember?"
Nathan smiled, slapping himself on the forehead. "Of course they did... It's irrefutable now."
He watched his lover fall asleep in his arms before he whispered. "It's completely irrefutable."
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