The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants; Stana/Nathan rpf
The Heart Wants What the Heart Wants; Stana Katic/Nathan Fillion
Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants. Right?
Rating: K
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
He was playing with it again, ignoring the rest of the cast as they ran lines with each other, and quietly she sat besides him, looking over his shoulder. His fingers darted across the small screen of his iPhone, trying out a message, and she had to repress a laugh.
“Ignoring cast members @ rethru, stana is reading over my shoulder. Tell her hi!”
“Twittering?” Stana gave a quiet laugh and she thrust Nathan's script in front of his face. “Practice with me?”
“Fine,” Nathan sent the Tweet and set his iPhone on the table, turning to face his costar. “You first.”
“I trusted you to listen to me Castle!” Stana's voice was perfect, a mix of desperation and fear, “Instead, you you nearly got yourself killed!”
“I … Beckett,” Nathan managed to speak as if he had just been shot in the neck, “I...I'm sorry.” He tore his eyes from the paper in front of him, having already memorized the words on the page. “I … I want you Beckett.” His voice was barely above a whispered rasp, “I love you Kate Beckett.”
Stana was doubled over in laughter, her arms around her stomach, and but she stopped when she spotted Nathan staring at her. “What?”
“I can't do this,” Nathan slammed down his script, stuffed his iPhone in his pocket and stalked from the room. As he slammed the door behind him, the rest of the cast looked to where Stana was still sitting.
“Go after him!” Susan urged, seeing the worried and slightly distraught look on her costar's face. “Talk to him … she what he wants!”
“Okay.” Stana nearly ran from the room, leaving her script on the floor besides the table, off in search of the one, and only, Nathan Fillion.
- the heart wants what the heart wants -
“Stana.” Nathan turned to look at her.
“The heart wants what the heart wants.” Stana crossed the room within seconds and grabbed the front of his shirt, crushing her lips against his.
“You're right.” Nathan replied when they broke the kiss. “The heart does want what the heart wants.” He gave a quiet laugh, “Right Detective Katic?”
“That's is exactly right Mr. Fillion.” Stana laughed as well, before stretching up to kiss him lightly on the lips again.
Summary: The heart wants what the heart wants. Right?
Rating: K
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
He was playing with it again, ignoring the rest of the cast as they ran lines with each other, and quietly she sat besides him, looking over his shoulder. His fingers darted across the small screen of his iPhone, trying out a message, and she had to repress a laugh.
“Ignoring cast members @ rethru, stana is reading over my shoulder. Tell her hi!”
“Twittering?” Stana gave a quiet laugh and she thrust Nathan's script in front of his face. “Practice with me?”
“Fine,” Nathan sent the Tweet and set his iPhone on the table, turning to face his costar. “You first.”
“I trusted you to listen to me Castle!” Stana's voice was perfect, a mix of desperation and fear, “Instead, you you nearly got yourself killed!”
“I … Beckett,” Nathan managed to speak as if he had just been shot in the neck, “I...I'm sorry.” He tore his eyes from the paper in front of him, having already memorized the words on the page. “I … I want you Beckett.” His voice was barely above a whispered rasp, “I love you Kate Beckett.”
Stana was doubled over in laughter, her arms around her stomach, and but she stopped when she spotted Nathan staring at her. “What?”
“I can't do this,” Nathan slammed down his script, stuffed his iPhone in his pocket and stalked from the room. As he slammed the door behind him, the rest of the cast looked to where Stana was still sitting.
“Go after him!” Susan urged, seeing the worried and slightly distraught look on her costar's face. “Talk to him … she what he wants!”
“Okay.” Stana nearly ran from the room, leaving her script on the floor besides the table, off in search of the one, and only, Nathan Fillion.
- the heart wants what the heart wants -
“Stana.” Nathan turned to look at her.
“The heart wants what the heart wants.” Stana crossed the room within seconds and grabbed the front of his shirt, crushing her lips against his.
“You're right.” Nathan replied when they broke the kiss. “The heart does want what the heart wants.” He gave a quiet laugh, “Right Detective Katic?”
“That's is exactly right Mr. Fillion.” Stana laughed as well, before stretching up to kiss him lightly on the lips again.