Within the Script (A Stanathan Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Fully Grown

"Why do I feel like you're enjoying this too much," Stana asked Nathan as they stood waiting for their next take. They were filming the second episode of season seven and Nathan was playing with the toys without a cue.

To answer her question, he raised the Nerf gun and pointed it directly at her, saying, "Don't make me use this." Stana smiled, rolling her eyes for a moment. Then, she jumped into action and pulled the other gun from the table, pointing it straight at him. His only word in response was, "Touché."

Her brow raised, "I guess now we find out who's the better shot."

He smiled. "I guess so." They stared each other down, eyes locked on each other's gaze. He studied her as she studied him, each of them sizing the other up. Seconds passed as they watched each other, challenging one another, but neither taking the bait. They watched and waited, silent and focused.

Alrick Riley, their director then called, "Places." Nathan looked up for just a moment. Stana took her shot, nailing him right in the chest.

With that, Nathan's face then reverted back to hers. His eyes widened and the playfulness disappeared. He looked her in the eye and then brought his hand to his chest, making it tremble as though he was in pain. Looking at her with pain, he uttered, "Et tu Brute?" She smiled. He remained in false pain and fell to his knees before falling to his side.

She laughed to herself, rolling her eyes and trailing over to him, bending down beside him. His eyes were closed and his face was flat. On the ground, she mumbled, "Darn. Guess I'll just have to sleep alone tonight."

His eyes burst open and he smiled with severe mischief before he tossed his hands flat on the ground and rose up to kiss her. She didn't even get the chance to blink before his lips were on hers. The whirlwind sentiment then got softer as he separated his lips from hers. "I is romance king. Bow before me." Her laughter at this was more in charm than anything. He then got up and held out his hand to help her up before they got back to work.

At lunch, the couple strolled over to the table to eat something that was mildly healthy and then took it out to the sunny air. They stood outside and took notice of the bright, clear air. "It's a beautiful day," Stana stated.

Nathan answered, "Every day is beautiful with you."

She blushed wildly. "Well, it must be especially nice if Twitter isn't even pulling you away."

"Oh, crud," he said, "I haven't checked Twitter in like an hour." Her eyes inadvertently rolled. She then came to his side and looked over his shoulder as he scrolled. A lot of geek stuff came up. Some posts about Castle were there. Several tweets at him he absently scrolled past, but one caught his attention. He opened it, showing Stana the fan art someone had photo edited of them. It was some kinky picture of him shirtless, her hands running down his naked back, an absence of clothes on her part as well. She smiled at the images as he read the caption aloud, "#Caskett #Stanathan Would probs have great sex-life."

She smiled as she told him, "If only they knew."

He smiled even more playfully, telling her, "We could always go into one of the trailers. I mean, we have another ten minutes."

Stana smiled back up at him and then rose up on her toes and whispered into his ear, "In your dreams."

Back on the ground, he told her honestly, "Only every night."

"Well, maybe tonight you can make it a bit more... Realistic," she said, clearly teasing him every way she could.

He replied smoothly, "My place or yours?"

"You pick," she said, still upholding that playful, sexy tone.

"Mine's further away."

She then smiled, "My place, right after we're done here."

"Oh, you so got it," he said, then scooping her up into the air. As she laughed, she placed her lips on his with a tender heat. As passion flew through the air, they bottled it and held it together until they got back to her place that night. Again in a whirlwind, storming through her front door, lips bound together at every moment, their fire burned more and more deeply in their chests. The closer she drew his mouth, the further she led him in. As soon as he kicked the door shut, they begun stripping off their coats and tossing them aside.

With her in her pale tee-shirt and tight blue jeans, he was able to scoop her back up to his chest as he maneuvered the apartment he had come to learn in the time he spent there. He carried her, letting her lips work around the nerve ending of his flesh near the end of his jawline. Once he set her down on the couch, his hands quickly moved to rip off his pesky shirt which was already getting in her way. Nearly the moment it was gone, he was over her, his lips meeting hers again in a frenzy. Then, he began his work, moving from her lip to her neck while her hands focused on undoing her belt and the button on her jeans.

When she was finished, she whispered, "Hang on." He moved for just long enough for her to rip off her shoes and for him to undo his belt and pants button. She then nodded and he came back to let his lips caress hers.

They continued to enter each other's mouths, sparking more and more explorations as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. As his hand stroked her thigh which had pulled up along side his rib cage, he held her open to him as though his fully formed muse could pass through his jeans and hers to bring her the pleasure he wished to give. Her thumbs reached under the back side of his jeans as she began to push them off. For her, he then stood, tossing aside his jeans as she watched. His brow raised as he questioned her about the boxers, and she answered by ripping them down his thighs all on her own. With their eyes stuck on each other's, she smiled wildly and wrapped her hands around him, pulling him down to the couch as he fell on top of her with his legs between hers. Once he'd flipped them so that she was straddling him from above, she rose above, brow cocked.

There, she reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and pulling it off from beneath her shirt, flinging it to the side of the dark, open room. He then smiled animalisticly as he took a small interest in the seemingly odd fact that the bra had been lime green with black polkadots. Her smile rose as she unzipped her jeans and slowly opened them, sliding thumb beneath the fabric and watching his eyes widen. She then turned to a partial profile angle, forcing the denim down her legs, bending in a way that have her the ability to rise salaciously, which drove Nathan insane. He couldn't stop himself from nearly drooling. As he swallowed back, her eyes grew more vividly intrigued, and she was once again on top of him, legs spread as her thinly veiled skin felt his hardened bone slide around beside it. As she kicked off her pants, Nathan's hands gripped her lower cheeks, holding her close. Neither ignored each other's signs. He could feel his foreskin being slightly dampened by her lowest midpoint, and she wasn't blind to his brick below.

In a breath between their conjoined lips, Nathan asked, "Do you have condoms."

She nodded beside him before saying, "I'm not sure they'll fit you though."

"I can squeeze," Nathan answered, then covering her mouth again. Still holding her close, he rose again, lifting her into the air, allowing her to mark his neck and jawline as he whisked her into the bedroom. There, they spent thirty minutes in bliss before adding another twenty to that count in the shower. Once they were finished, both fully satisfied, Nathan and Stana spent the rest of the night wrapped in each other's arms.