I've been reading some of the Bristen stories and got kind of excited about the whole idea of that. So here's my contribution. I'm starting with a rendezvous at the cabin during filming and then will go back to outline how their relationship developed over time. Not a story so much as a series of episodes, if you will. I'll make the same disclaimer as others – this is complete fiction and fantasy, but if it bugs you, don't read it.

It would be a late night shoot, the second half, basically, of the reuniting of Deacon and Rayna. Then early the next day they would film the episode's opening scenes. It wasn't supposed to be that way but weather had caused the reshuffling. Always a hazard with outdoor scenes.

He had whispered in her ear, earlier that day, that he would get a hotel room and she gave him that smile – the one he loved – which told him she would take care of things on her end. They had filmed an out of sequence scene with the Stella sisters earlier in the afternoon and would be leaving soon to head to the river house that doubled as Deacon's cabin.

She found him in Deacon's house set, reading over his lines. "Hey," she said, walking over and sitting down next to him. She bumped her shoulder against his.

He smiled. "Hey."

She gave him a coy look. "Took care of everything," she said, her voice low, even though no one else was around. She crossed her arms over her waist and the smile faded. "You sure it's not gonna be a problem?"

He shook his head. "It's a late night. We start early in the morning. It makes perfect sense." He gave her a half smile. "And I've done it before, as you know."

She nodded. "Yeah, I know." She looked at him and he thought that even with only a small amount of makeup on, she was stunning. He'd never known anyone quite like her before. She was beautiful and funny and smart. They had a very complicated relationship, one that rivaled the complexities of the relationship of the characters they played. As though she knew what he was thinking, she looked around the living room set and then back at him, frowning. "Do you think Rayna's ever going to come back here with Deacon?" she asked.

He sat back and looked around, then back at her, shaking his head. "Nah. She's all tied up in her big house." He smirked. "You know, that big, fancy celebrity country music star house. Poor Deacon's gonna be over there looking all out of place in his jeans and flannel shirts."

She laughed then. "Yeah, I think you're right. But that house does need some dressing down, I think. It's too snooty, in my opinion."

"But there is the cabin."

She nodded. "There is the cabin." She rearranged herself on the couch so that she was facing toward him. "So it's gonna be intense tonight, I think. We've got that love scene." She put her hand on his leg. "You think you can do it without getting all, you know, flustered?" She grinned.

He wanted to lean over and kiss her, but he didn't dare do that on set. They were never completely alone. Crew could be anywhere and walk in at any time. He laughed instead. "I can't promise anything," he said. The last time they'd had a sex scene had been in season one and she had teased him for days afterward about how aroused he'd gotten under the bed covers. Of course, he'd gotten back at her by teasing her about her rock hard nipples. It had made for a steamy night for both of them later on.

He knew if it wasn't her he was doing the scene with, it wouldn't be an issue. But she'd be practically naked, just wearing panties and a strapless nude bra. He took a deep breath, feeling himself getting heated already, just thinking about her like that. "You can channel it all into Deacon," she said then, and he looked at her. "It'll make it seem real." She got up then. "I think I really should go now." Her voice was breathy and she looked a little flushed. "I'll see you there." She lifted her hand in a wave and walked out.

He leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. His phone buzzed and he sat up and looked at it. He took a deep breath and let it out, then raised the phone to his ear. "Hey, there," he said. "What's up?"

The very last scene they were doing was the love scene. They had both been anticipating it. He knew he was nervous, now that filming it was going to be a reality, and he suspected she was too. The one thing they always worried about was someone being able to see that what they were portraying for the camera wasn't just acting. It was very real. They'd been lovers for most of the past two and a half years they'd been doing the show. There were some ebbs and flows, like filming hiatuses, but also times when one or the other of them would feel overwhelmed with guilt and put the brakes on. It never lasted though.

He worried, every time he read an article or saw a tweet or a post, talking about the amazing chemistry the two of them had. He had thought, often, that it was probably a good thing Deacon and Rayna weren't a couple on the show, the risk being that they wouldn't be able to hide their true feelings about each other from the camera. But now their characters would be reuniting and he had to admit it caused some anxiety. They had talked about it and he knew she was more nervous than he was. She didn't want to damage his relationship with his family and this most certainly would do that, if it were known.

He was standing over by the sliding door, waiting for the crew to set up the scene. She was sitting on the fireplace hearth, bouncing one leg, not looking at him. She was wrapped up in the blanket they would be using and he knew she was barely dressed underneath.

"Chip, Connie, we're ready," the production assistant said.

She got up from the hearth and looked at him then. They walked over to their spots by the couch. One of the crew took the blanket from her and she sat on the floor. She took the blanket and wrapped it across her back. He walked towards her and knelt down in front of her. She looked up at him and then she smiled, looking around the room. "How much privacy are we gonna get, y'all?" she asked, with a laugh. He could hear the nervousness in her voice, but doubted anyone else would pick it up.

"You know," Mike, their director, said. "Just the people who need to be in the room. Why don't you wrap the blanket around Chip, under his arms?"

They smiled at each other as she did so and then they both took deep breaths. Under the blanket, she moved so that she was straddling his crossed legs. He cleared his throat as he felt the heat from her body. This was not going to be easy.

It took only three takes to get what the director wanted. He had felt the smoothness of her skin against his, smelled the scent of her shampoo, as he fought the waves of desire. Towards the end of the take, she pressed her mouth against his shoulder and he could hear just the barest sound of a moan. When the scene was over, the crew left the room so they could get up. He held her a moment longer and then let her go. She stood, pulling the blanket with her, and then turned to walk back to the room where she could change. He sat still for a few minutes, just letting his breathing settle, then turned to reach for the denim shirt he'd been wearing before the scene started. He slipped it on, then got up and walked to his dressing area.

Before he left his room, he sent her a text. I'll send the room number. Then he walked out of the house and got in his car and headed for the road. He hadn't gone far when he got a text back. We can stay here. Wait for me to let you know when. He frowned, wondering what that was about. But he pulled over into a restaurant parking lot and parked, waiting.

He hoped this didn't take long. He needed her.