His Blue Eyes; Stana/Nathan rpf
His Blue Eyes;; Stana/Nathan rpf
Summary: He can't really expect her to resist him, and he knows it. Now he just needs her to confess it.
Rating: K
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
Dedicated to my own, extraordinary Katherine Beckett.
Damn it.
It was the first day back of the new season, and already, she was trying to hide in her trailer as much as possible. She knew he had heard the song, especially now because Molly and Susan had openly mentioned it in front of her and him earlier. And him, being the tech guru that she knew he was, she expected that he had gone straight to YouTube on his iPhone and looked it up. So, she could only hope that Victor would be involved in all her scenes today and that the two of them wouldn’t have time for anything more than a passing glance.
But how wrong she was.
“Hey!” His voice carried well across the large lanes between the trailers, and his hurried footsteps seemed to follow her. “Stana…wait up!” He was nearly at her side in a matter of seconds, and she knew that she couldn’t go back and hide now.
“Oh, erm, hey Nathan.” She avoided his startling blue eyes, biting the inside of her cheek, “What’s got you in such a hurry that you practically skipped out of your final scene in order to talk to me?” Stana blinked, and then looked into his eyes, only finding she had to look away seconds later.
“You’re a great person Stana, trust me, you’re really fun to be around and all. But, I don’t get it,” Nathan paused, hoping that she would understand what he was trying to say. “You continue to amaze me…every single day, with you extraordinary talent. Hell, sometimes I’m eve jealous of the fact that you get to travel all over for various movie projects.” He paused, “But there’s one thing that you’re really not great at...”
“Well, whatever it is, that’s your opinion Nathan. I don’t have to agree with you about it.” Stana folded her arms across her chest, still trying to avoid making eye contact with her costar.
“Hiding your feelings.” Nathan knew his reply had stunned her, and he couldn’t help but grin as Stana blushed faintly. He grinned at her a bit more, continuing, “Why write a song when you could have just told me?”
“How…what…you actually think..?!” Stana put her best acting to use, stumbling over her words. “That I … no, you think … I wrote that about you?” She let out a half-nervous laugh, “Where did you get that idea?”
“Stana, please - just drop the act.” Blinking at her, Nathan wondered maybe if he had it all wrong. After all, he knew he wasn’t the only blue eyed, now available, bachelor that she knew. “I only want an answer from you…about that song.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” Stana sounded defeated and she shrugged her shoulders at him, “Nathan, it was just a song I wrote about a dream I had.” She mumbled the second part softly under her breath, not realizing that Nathan had heard her.
“But who was it about?” Nathan reached for Stana’s arms, unfolding them from across her chest, trying to encourage her to trust him enough to open up.
“You.” Her voice was ever so soft and a smile tugged at her lips. “Okay, I admit it, I wrote it about you Nathan.” Looking down, a blush tinged Stana’s cheeks a pale pink color, and she avoided Nathan’s knowing expression.
“I knew you did,” Nathan ran his hands down Stana’s arms to grab her hands in his. He laced his fingers with her thinned ones, admiring the pale rose polish on her nails.
“You…you’re confusing me Nathan. Do you mean to say that you’re interested in giving the two of us a chance?” Stana let a smile curve onto her lips at her words, trying to hide her joy, and she held onto Nathan’s hands loosely. She leaned into his touch as he dropped her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist loosely. Nestling her head comfortably on Nathan’s chest, she let out a sign as the smile on her lips broadened a bit.
“Of course I am.” Nathan rested his chin lightly on the crown of her head, tightening his grip around her waist, “It would be kind of foolish to not act on my feelings now that I know they’re mutual.” He sighed softly, smirking as he thought of the song she had sung at the Zlin Film Festival, and he let out a quiet laugh. “Is this your idea of a magic land then Stana Katic?”
“Shut up!” Stana laughed, smacking Nathan lighting with the palm of her hand, “But maybe, just maybe, it is.”
Summary: He can't really expect her to resist him, and he knows it. Now he just needs her to confess it.
Rating: K
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
Dedicated to my own, extraordinary Katherine Beckett.
Damn it.
It was the first day back of the new season, and already, she was trying to hide in her trailer as much as possible. She knew he had heard the song, especially now because Molly and Susan had openly mentioned it in front of her and him earlier. And him, being the tech guru that she knew he was, she expected that he had gone straight to YouTube on his iPhone and looked it up. So, she could only hope that Victor would be involved in all her scenes today and that the two of them wouldn’t have time for anything more than a passing glance.
But how wrong she was.
“Hey!” His voice carried well across the large lanes between the trailers, and his hurried footsteps seemed to follow her. “Stana…wait up!” He was nearly at her side in a matter of seconds, and she knew that she couldn’t go back and hide now.
“Oh, erm, hey Nathan.” She avoided his startling blue eyes, biting the inside of her cheek, “What’s got you in such a hurry that you practically skipped out of your final scene in order to talk to me?” Stana blinked, and then looked into his eyes, only finding she had to look away seconds later.
“You’re a great person Stana, trust me, you’re really fun to be around and all. But, I don’t get it,” Nathan paused, hoping that she would understand what he was trying to say. “You continue to amaze me…every single day, with you extraordinary talent. Hell, sometimes I’m eve jealous of the fact that you get to travel all over for various movie projects.” He paused, “But there’s one thing that you’re really not great at...”
“Well, whatever it is, that’s your opinion Nathan. I don’t have to agree with you about it.” Stana folded her arms across her chest, still trying to avoid making eye contact with her costar.
“Hiding your feelings.” Nathan knew his reply had stunned her, and he couldn’t help but grin as Stana blushed faintly. He grinned at her a bit more, continuing, “Why write a song when you could have just told me?”
“How…what…you actually think..?!” Stana put her best acting to use, stumbling over her words. “That I … no, you think … I wrote that about you?” She let out a half-nervous laugh, “Where did you get that idea?”
“Stana, please - just drop the act.” Blinking at her, Nathan wondered maybe if he had it all wrong. After all, he knew he wasn’t the only blue eyed, now available, bachelor that she knew. “I only want an answer from you…about that song.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” Stana sounded defeated and she shrugged her shoulders at him, “Nathan, it was just a song I wrote about a dream I had.” She mumbled the second part softly under her breath, not realizing that Nathan had heard her.
“But who was it about?” Nathan reached for Stana’s arms, unfolding them from across her chest, trying to encourage her to trust him enough to open up.
“You.” Her voice was ever so soft and a smile tugged at her lips. “Okay, I admit it, I wrote it about you Nathan.” Looking down, a blush tinged Stana’s cheeks a pale pink color, and she avoided Nathan’s knowing expression.
“I knew you did,” Nathan ran his hands down Stana’s arms to grab her hands in his. He laced his fingers with her thinned ones, admiring the pale rose polish on her nails.
“You…you’re confusing me Nathan. Do you mean to say that you’re interested in giving the two of us a chance?” Stana let a smile curve onto her lips at her words, trying to hide her joy, and she held onto Nathan’s hands loosely. She leaned into his touch as he dropped her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist loosely. Nestling her head comfortably on Nathan’s chest, she let out a sign as the smile on her lips broadened a bit.
“Of course I am.” Nathan rested his chin lightly on the crown of her head, tightening his grip around her waist, “It would be kind of foolish to not act on my feelings now that I know they’re mutual.” He sighed softly, smirking as he thought of the song she had sung at the Zlin Film Festival, and he let out a quiet laugh. “Is this your idea of a magic land then Stana Katic?”
“Shut up!” Stana laughed, smacking Nathan lighting with the palm of her hand, “But maybe, just maybe, it is.”