The Chronology of Us (A Stanathan multi-chapter fic) Ch. 6: 10 weeks without you
Title: The Chronology of us (A Stanathan multi-chapter fic) Ch. 7 - 10 weeks without you
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Stana/Nathan
Hello my dear friends and faithfull readers, I'm so sorry the updates are being so slow of late. Being in a show is exhausting and we are rehearsing 12 hours a week now, plus I have two jobs and do gigs and try to write music on the side so... Sometimes rpf and fanfics can tell a while to grind out!
I am loving writing this though and hope y'all are enjoying reading it :-)
Enjoy chapter 6 and I'll try to have chapter 7 out within a few days!
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ABC picked up Castle for a second season in July of 2010 and both Stana and Nathan were both excited and anxious. By the time they got back on set, after breaking in early May following their very well received first season, the pair had spent a whole ten weeks apart.
At the end of season 1, because their relationship was based on sex, and the sex was based on opportunity, Stana and Nathan had come up with an unspoken agreement to spend their respective Summers doing different things. Both had very busy lives and schedules to keep to any way and for the most part, neither of them were in the same city for very long.
When they came back on the first day of filming for season 2 and they saw each other across the room where the production meeting was being held, both actors smiled widely at one another and Stana bounded across to where Nathan was, grabbing him tightly by the collar and pulling him into her.
She breathed in the sweet scent of his cologne, the same scent which still lingered in her trailer from their many liaisons that had occurred in there during the five months in which they filmed season 1.
"I thought you said no lingering", Nathan whispered into her ear teasingly.
"Yeah well, I've missed you", Stana said defensively, making him chuckle against her hair.
"Missed you too", he replied softly, making Stana's heart do somersaults in her chest. She squeezed onto him once more, reluctant to let go.
She tried to catch something in his eyes, a sign, a promise that this season would be just like last season - in terms of their "arrangement". But he looked away from her too quickly, and soon he was shaking the hand of their other costars.
"Hello!" Tamala greeted Stana with an excitable tone, crushing her in a hug.
"Oh, hey", Stana replied, returning the hug with a smile.
The two women pulled apart and began discussing their Summers. Stana tried to keep her eye on Nathan and sighed when he left the room with one of the crew members, deep in conversation with him.
"And then so by the time we came back it... Stana. Stana, are you listening to me?!" Tamala asked her with a lightly accusatory voice.
"Oh, sorry Tamala, it's just... you know, first day back jitters."
Tamala giggled. "Girl, no jitters necessary, you're amazing and beautiful and most of the men in the country would love a piece of you at the moment."
Stana blushed, and Tamala patted her gently on the shoulder. "Is there a man in your life?... There's got to be."
Stana shook her head. "No, no man."
"Sheesh, if a girl like you can't get a man then there sure is hell ain't any hope for the rest of us", Tamala told her.
"Well, there have been offers but none I've really been intent on taking up", Stana explained, which was the truth. She had received a total of 127 marriage proposals (from men and women) in the past week alone.
Tamala narrowed her eyes at her friend. "Are you holding out for someone special?"
Stana's head flicked in her direction quickly. "No... maybe", she bit her lip.
Tamala raised her eyebrows. "So who is this guy? It is a... guy, right?" She asked her with a sideways glance.
Stana snorted, covering her mouth with her hand, she gave Tamala a light shove. "Of course it's a guy... geez Tamala."
Tamala laughed. "Just yanking your chain hunny, trying to get a rise out of you... I just hope the guy knows how you feel."
Stana closed her eyes for a brief moment.
Did he know how she felt? If he did, he never showed it.
Did he feel the same way? Maybe that's why he never showed it, because he was too afraid to tip his own hand.
A feeling of dread filled Stana's stomach at the realization that sooner or later one of them would have to make the first move, and she might just have to be brave enough to risk what they had and tell him that she...
"Alright people, time to get down to business", Andrew Marlowe's childishly light voice cut across the room.
Stana tried to focus her attention to the task at hand. The show.
The show had been picked up for a second, thirteen episode season, and as an actress that was exciting and relieving. It was an incredibly busy and demanding job to work on a television series, but the rewards, particularly financially, were superb.
Nathan sat several seats down the table from her and so far, he hadn't offered her so much as a glance.
There was so much uncertainty and she wished she could just grow a spine and ask him where they were at, if things would be the same as last year.
Pretty much, if she would be getting fucked later on.
"Welcome back everybody. This is a great show we've got lined up and it's going to be a great season", Andrew announced and the room filled with applause.
"What a terrific season opener we have here, written by the always brilliant... Oh, I wrote it, didn't I?" He chuckled, making his wife roll her eyes at him. "We've got so much exciting stuff going on, we've got bodies up trees, poker scenes with our fabulous writer squad. Body snatchers, loft scenes, there's a BIG kick-ass drug bust scene in the middle somewhere, and of course, an unlimited amount of crazy theories from Rick Castle... Oh, and Beckett will kinda be going undercover as a Russian prostitute."
There was a wolf whistle that circulated the room as Stana covered her face with her script and groaned.
"So, shooting in the precinct set begins this afternoon, once the barricade is fixed up. For that, we will need Stana, Nathan, Jon and Seamus. Oh and Nathan, I'm sorry but we'll be putting you through the tedious ordeal of having a couple of scantily clad young models clinging to you."
Castle sucked in a breath. "Man, the things I do for this show." He shook his head.
Everyone laughed and Terri shook her head. "We'll get you your medal later Nathan."
Andrew continued. "Stana, you have a piece of dialogue with both our lovely guest star Elizabeth and also with Ruben."
Stana and Ruben smiled across the table at one another. Saluting each other as they sometimes did in their own special little greeting. Stana chuckled at him.
"Then tonight we'll be shooting on location with Tamala. Got some great dialogue in that scene", Andrew grinned.
Actors and crew who were needed for this particular scene started shifting toward the precinct set.
Stana purposefully strode up to Nathan who was looking around for the models who would soon be coming in.
"Hey", she said to him lightly, brushing her pinky finger against the back of his hand.
"Hey", he smiled back. "Sorry, we didn't really get a chance to talk before."
"Ah, it's all back to business aye. No rest for the weary on this set", Stana chuckled.
"No... or the wicked", he winked at her. He cleared his throat. "Your hair looks good", he smiled weakly at her.
"Oh, you think?" Stana scrunched her nose. "I dunno, it's at that weird growing out phase. Marlowe agreed to let me experiment with it a bit, but I think I should get a wig, I think I'm starting to get a mullet", she made a face of distaste and Nathan laughed. "Nonsense, you're beautiful as ever."
Stana tried to compress her explosive happiness and the huge grin that accompanied it. "Thank you... You look... exactly the same", she said with a chuckle.
Nathan turned into her so that the bone of their hips were kissing. "Well, I take that as a compliment.... I'm pretty darn perfect."
"Yeah, you are... In every way", she whispered the last word as his knee came into contact with hers.
Stana bit her lip. He was so close, and was he tempting her with his words? Was she reading clearly enough through the lines, or was it blurry? Did he want this- did he want all that they had last season?
She could hear his breath, it was heavy and she could picture it being very, very hot.
She brushed her hand against his with more purpose this time. "I've been going crazy without it Nathan... this whole time, these whole ten weeks, I haven't had sex with anyone", she murmured.
"Jesus", was his sole and shaky response.
Stana began to breathe very heavily and Nathan swallowed, shifting his hand to the front of his pants to hide whatever evidence may have been about to rear its head.
"Sorry guys, we're having trouble with the lighting, we'll try not to be too long... Oh Carl, no not like that!" One of the set coordinators chased one of the set workers down in a huff.
Stana and Nathan looked at each other. "I'm gonna go get a coffee", Stana told him, raising her chin to look at him meaningfully.
"Uh, yeah, I uh, I need to go to the bathroom", he replied.
"Yeah, you do", Stana told him, stealing the quickest of glances toward his groin, and then staring at him straight in the eyes.
They both took off at a bit of a jog, Nathan trailing behind Stana, close enough so that occasionally, he bumped into her, making her nerves jolt in awareness each time,
When they rounded the dark and deserted corridor of the back lot, Nathan lunged forward, grabbing Stana by the arm and pulling her back.
She gasped in surprise as he threw her against the wall, even though it was really no surprise at all.
In fact, it was all she had been thinking about, and hoping for, for the last eleven weeks.
The gasp turned into one of high arousal as he began to attack her neck with his ferocious mouth. He grunted at her throat and pulsated into her, stricken suddenly with his own arousal.
"Oh Nathan", she sighed as he undid her shirt and ran his smooth, large hands over her breasts, slipping one into her bra and pinching her sensitive nipple. She moaned at his touch and canted into him desperately when he moved his spare hand to graze at the inseam of her crotch.
She brought her hand up to his head and pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply, tongues intertwining in a twisted and terrific tango.
She kissed his jawline and cheek and then tongued his ear, telling him. "I've missed you so much."
He pulled back from her then, his hand still inside her bra.
He gave her a look that she perceived as fear. But if he was frightened then evidently, he was going to brave it out because the next thing she knew, he had spun her around and her face and breasts were pressed hard against the wall.
Somewhere in her husky and dazed confusion, he had managed to unbutton her jeans and now he was shirking them down her legs, along with her lacy underwear.
She shuddered into his hand as he ran it over her bare backside, smoothing it over as he moved his arm forward and bring his hand to her mound where he coated his own finger in her moisture.
He sucked on his finger and groaned into her ear. "I'd forgotten how good you taste."
Stana whimpered, bringing her hands behind herself, flailing them about in an attempt to grab any part of him she could, to pull him into her.
He took her wrists in his hands and leaned forward, pinning her arms to the wall above her.
"Shh", he shushed her as calmly and confidently as he could, although inside, he was trembling like a leaf. "Where do you want me?" He breathed out heavily.
Stana made a noise, but said something indiscernible.
"Do you want me here?" He asked what was really a rhetorical question as he pushed himself into her from behind.
Stana groaned loudly, and it reverberated off the walls of the thin corridor.
Nathan continued to slide in and out of her, slowly at first, then gaining momentum as the two of them breathed deeply, biting so hard on their lips so as not to let out cries of overwhelming pleasure.
Nathan bit down on Stana's shoulder and when she let out a loud yelp, he offered her his fingers, slipping them into her mouth as he stepped further into her, completely burying himself in her chasm.
He wrapped his left arm around her waist so that they were now impossibly close. He crashed into her in a constant and relentless fashion as she swirled her wet tongue around her lips, sucking on them hard when he hit her in just the right spot.
When the two of them were close to release, Nathan moved his arm, hooking it around her thigh so that his hand was nearer to her wetness. His finger grazed against her clit and that was all it took to send her over the edge, and as she flexed around him in the tightness of her rectum, he came too, her delicious muscles massaging his cock as he climbed down off his release.
The two of them panted, Nathan pulled out from her and then collapsed back onto her, his head resting on her shoulder.
Stana closed her eyes, running a hand over them. When she turned her neck upward, he placed a gentle kiss to it, and in her mind, it was filled with love, not just gratitude.
"That was about ten overdue", Stana huffed.
"Yeah", he agreed.
And from his tone, Stana could tell.
She only wondered exactly how many women he'd slept with over the Summer.
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