This chapter is border-lining on rating M. Please keep this in mind if you are underage. It is set during the filming of 3x02 so it's not toooo crazy, but still touches on some mature subject matter and there is I believe at least one dose of foul language used within context.

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This by no means reflects the true thoughts/feelings of Troian Bellisario or Keegan Allen. No disrespect meant to anyone, clearly a work of fiction.

3x02

Keegan was doing sit-ups in his dressing room when there was a knock on the open door. Troian leaned gracefully against his door-frame, raising an eyebrow when she saw his stance.

"You really think that's going to make a difference now?" she asked, clearly amused. "We shoot in an hour."

He smirked, getting up from the floor. "Every bit helps. I've been slacking during the hiatus."

Troian rolled her eyes, trying not to let her eyes linger for too long on his bare sculpted abdomen. "Yeah, you can really tell…" she said sarcastically.

Keegan, amused, got to his feet, taking a swig of water. "So what's up, Troi? Need me to mix you some delicious juice again?" They had played around at the juice bar the other day. The concoction he came up with for her she hadn't stopped raving about.

She went to hit him playfully in the stomach, but since his abs really hadn't been suffering in the hiatus, it hurt her far more than it did him.

Troian shook her hand, trying to shake away the aching in her knuckles, making a face as he laughed at her attempt of beating him up.

"I was going to suggest we hangout until our scene but I think I've changed my mind…" she told him mischievously, skipping out of his reach when he tried to swipe back at her, slipping out of the door.

"Oh no you don't…" Keegan teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragging her back, cornering her against the adjacent wall and releasing his tickling hands on her.

Troian laughed into him, trying to push his hands away without much force as she dissolved into giggles at his mercy. He laughed with her, adoring the blissful look on her face more than he could put into words.

Troian tended to be very put together and professional, even around set or in interviews. She still showcased her humor and lightheartedness, but Keegan adored seeing her laugh, especially when it was so out of control. Being the cause of a mere smile for that woman was the best feeling in the world.

She tried to get him back, switch the power-holding, but he pulled her closer and knew all of her worst spots too well. She could barely choke out his name through her laughs, both at his tickling and her pathetic attempt of reversing the roles.

He couldn't help but notice that since they had returned for the third season filming they had become a lot more… flirty? They were almost always touching in some way or teasing each other.

Troian had picked up on the same thing. She knew she was playing with fire. Her cravings to kiss Keegan had translated to off-screen now and she spent so much time inches away from him that she knew it was only a matter of time.

But her mind reminded her of Patrick; of beautiful, sweet, perfect Patrick. Her boyfriend had been nothing short of wonderful to her on a regular basis and even though they were separated by a country border and their weekends spent flying between the two cities were becoming harder to make, she had to believe they were fighting for something worth it. But she couldn't deny that it wasn't hard. She knew her feelings for Keegan had been growing for longer than she was willing to admit, therefore she could not blame it on the distance of both kinds between her and her boyfriend right now, but she knew it wasn't helping anything.

Keegan, unfortunately, had picked up on her sudden evacuation from the planet and stopped his attack on her. "Troian, where'd your head just go?" he asked in concern, seeing the pain in her eyes.

She shook the thoughts of her considerate, sweet, artistic boyfriend out of her head and forced a smile. "Nowhere. We should go outside for a bit. I think I could use some vitamin D." She grabbed a couple spare towels so they could sunbathe outside together before leaving his dressing room. He threw on a black t-shirt before he followed after her.

Keegan trailed behind her dutifully, noticing how she was walking a couple steps ahead rather than beside him and knew she was trying to screw her head back on straight before he could question her further. He would never push her on an issue she obviously wasn't ready to talk about but he wondered what was bothering her so much. Had he pushed things too far?

But once they were in the sun, she outstretched her arms above her head and turned her face up towards the warmth.

"Yes. Definitely needed some vitamin D." she concluded happily. She fell into step with him, linking their arms and he knew everything was okay. "How goes Keeganing?"

Keegan laughed. Kyle, after seeing their piggyback ride the week before, had created a new verb, Keeganing, which was defined as working out to the benefit of someone else.

When Keegan and Shay had run lines together earlier, she had sat delicately on his back and forced him to do push-ups. He and the rest of the cast started doing various activities that would be classified as Keeganing, but the rule was that Keegan at least had to be shirtless. He had draped Ian over his shoulders at one point, did a bunch of sit-ups while holding Shay's Starbucks and a laptop as she sat on his knees. Even Shay had lifted Ashley in a piggyback earlier that week, and Ian ordered Lucy onwards as she dragged the PLL cart with him in it behind her.

They were posting all of the pictures on twitter and the fans were eating them up. It was the newest phenomenon and it was crazy to them how powerful the social media buzz could be. They were already getting calls about getting an interview in about it or an online magazine feature.

"Keeganing has been hilarious. I think some of the crew still hasn't heard about it so they're wondering why I keep running around without a shirt on." he admitted amusedly, thinking of the strange looks he had gotten in the past few days.

Troian laughed as she settled next to him on the rather uncomfortable pavement next to the make-up trailer. They would have to go in there to get touch-ups soon anyways so she figured that was as decent a spot as any.

"They're just jealous they don't have the best body on the show." Troian told him casually, closing her eyes in bliss as the sunrays hit her ivory skin.

He was glad she couldn't see his blush, although they both threw on sunglasses so she probably wouldn't have noticed anyways.

"It's so beautiful out today. I wish I could be closer to this warm sun."

Keegan opened his eyes to see Kyle Hasday waving at them on his way by to check on Lucy and Ian's status in the trailer.

Keegan smirked. "I've got an idea. Let's get one Keeganing picture with me with my shirt on."

Troian looked confused but the PLL PA came out of the trailer then. "Kyle, mind helping finish off this Keeganing the way it began?"

Kyle smirked before extracting his camera, that he always had on-hand, laughing when Troian squealed as Keegan suddenly scooped her in his arms and situated her so he was bench-pressing her outstretched body.

"KEEGAN!" she screeched, flailing, figuring she must be off balance.

But Keegan had a solid grip on her. He'd never let her fall.

He grinned as he extended his arms effortlessly to absorb her entire weight. "All right, try to enjoy yourself a little?"

"You-you're bench-pressing me!" she stammered in disbelief, realizing that that was sort of impressive. He was doing it was easily as if she was a ten-pound weight or a down pillow. She always forgot how strong he really was. She knew she wasn't that heavy, but still, she didn't know that many guys that could do it so painlessly.

Troian couldn't help but grin now and struck a pose as Kyle snapped a few shots, laughing at the best friends. They really were a pair. It was obvious the two always had fun together.

Lucy and Ian came out of the trailer as Keegan returned Troian to her spot beside him, both cracking up.

"Hey you two, your turn." Ian told them, jerking his thumb towards the trailer. "Mine and Lucy's picture was still better, just so you know."

Troian whipped Ian playfully with the towel and they all laughed good-naturedly.

Keegan dragged her away from the other two castmates and Kyle.

Lucy sighed as they disappeared inside, chatting animatedly once more about how the fans were going to eat up the pictures.

"So when exactly are those two going to realize?" she asked the other two men about the no longer visible pair.

Kyle shrugged. "We'll see if anything changes after this scene. It's pretty intimate. I don't think they'll be able to hide their feelings for too long after that."

Ian laughed. "Oh it's that scene today. Keegan turned purple during the table read. I think he already has a fetish for her bare back because of that scene of her taking off her shirt way back in 2x01."

"Face it, Keegs has a fetish for everything to do with Troian." Lucy argued, linking her fingers with his to drag him to the shoot they were going to be late for.

Keegan figured that today's shoot would be just like any other day. He made out with Troian almost every scene they had together. It had become sort a joke between them when scenes that were purely dialogue were exchanged. It was such a rare occurrence.

But now that it was actually here, Keegan knew this one wasn't going to be like the past ones. He was more nervous than ever. He adored kissing Troian and experiencing any sort of intimacy with her, even the fictional variety, but his feelings had never been this strong before. They were growing every day. He had spent two years crushing down cravings; his resolve was only weakening, especially this season when their couple had been more in love than ever.

They had gotten so comfortable with each other now that it wasn't weird to act intimate with one another for the cameras and whatever crew members were present, even with the hidden feelings always bubbling under the surface. But all they had really done was kiss. They were the only couple yet to not have a love scene, and they knew their time was soon. The fans were dying for it to happen.

Finally this script had come along where the heat was turned up a notch. It was probably the sexiest scene on the show yet, while still not ending up in all the way. The other couples had the polite shooing to the door as their kisses turned hotter, but Toby and Spencer's hot almost-love scene involved Keegan kissing up Troian's bare back and Troian trying to strip him right there on the couch.

The pair took direction well and always made the scenes incredibly believable. This time during filming however, the directors seemed to take a back seat when it came to deciding where they wanted to scene to end. The official direction was as such: "Just get hot and heavy with each other like hormonal teenagers."

Troian laughed at the words, but Keegan felt his nerves double. Although he side-stepped the question in interviews, he very much enjoyed kissing Troian. She was quite incredible at it, although he assumed that was from all the practice she got both on-screen and off. As much as he was looking forward to kissing her once again, the fact that there were witnesses and he had to control himself for letting his emotions get the best of him had him worried for what might happen.

Despite his nerves, the show must go on.

Keegan was across the room from her in the beginning of the scene. Toby was working on blueprints of some sort at the kitchen while Spencer studied on the couch in the living room. She started probing him about Jenna and music camp.

Even though they were only exchanging dialogue and Keegan was truly supposed to be much more concentrated on his work, he couldn't keep his eyes off Troian. She was in a soft gray long-sleeved shirt and her hair was up in a loose ponytail, tendrils falling out. The tips of the strands were brushing against her neck and collarbone, and he found himself wanting to plant his lips in their place.

He quickly looked back to his papers, hoping the cameras had been pointed at her for those moments. But Keegan had always found that, even when Troian wasn't looking at him, he felt the need to stare. Her beauty was astounding on a regular day, but something about her in such casual attire made him love her even more.

He tried to hide his deep breath as he followed the scene and sat beside her to continue their conversation. Seeing Spencer's stress, Toby offers her a light massage which quickly translates to more.

Although Keegan nearly passed out at the sight of her glamorous smile sent his way at Toby's suggestion, his hands came up to grasp her shoulders. He was grateful they had at least stopped shaking like that had been before. He rubbed her shoulders and felt her give in; whether it was consciously or not, he wasn't sure. Troian was such a talented actress he often wasn't sure what was real and what was acting.

"You seem tense." he murmured to her, trying to keep his voice normal.

"Yeah, I was born that way." she quipped easily and he didn't have to fake the smirk that followed at her words. Troian always delivered her lines with such firecracker energy.

"Well… maybe I can help." Keegan said softly, his hands running down her back before slipping under the gray shirt and beginning to lift. As soon as her ivory skin was exposed, he dove down to trail tender kisses up her spine like he had been longing to. He swore this was the easiest acting job of his life.

He wasn't oblivious to the shiver she released when his lips first made contact, but he managed to keep himself from pushing for more.

No one had bothered to tell him she wasn't wearing a bra, which only made his ability to stay in control harder. Semi-consciously, he made sure his hands continued to massage her shoulders. He was starting to worry his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

Thankfully, since he was about to do something stupid, Troian played her part perfectly and suddenly whipped around to pull his mouth on hers in a blind heat of passion. Even more than before, Keegan found himself getting distracted. Her mouth was so eager and willing against his, her breath sweet and warm, inviting him in.

As scripted, he started to help her lie back on the couch so he could hover over her, not separating their mouths in the slightest. He knew it was supposed to be a super passionate scene, but he couldn't treat Troian like a piece of meat. She was always so conservative and well covered; she was so elegantly beautiful that seeing her in a sexual manner felt wrong. You would never want to fuck her; just make love to her. You'd want to treat her like a goddess. At least, that's how Keegan felt when he let himself get that far in.

He stroked circles on her thigh with his thumb tenderly as he grasped her knee to position her more comfortably beneath him. The way he was kissing her was still full of passion, but not pure lust. His hands rose to cup her face, holding her like glass, physically unable to just grope at her like some hormonal fool.

She was so intoxicating, the way her lips moved fluidly against his. As Spencer, she was trying to get his shirt off. He was finding it very difficult not to give in to her request despite the script saying he should do otherwise. He knew he was getting out of control. Why hadn't they cut them off yet?

And then he felt her whimper against his mouth. Whimper. He wondered why and then realized his hand, thankfully the one that was concealed from the cameras, had a mind of its own and had stroked against her covered breast. The material wasn't very thick so he could feel pretty much all of her. He knew he should care and stop, but Troian had pushed her body further into his hand, urging him to continue. He would never say no to her.

His kisses grew harder as her enthusiasm was beginning to rival his own. Keegan was trying his damn hardest to hold back; but when her pelvis leapt to rub against his, he moaned lowly into her mouth. He hoped to God no one else had heard that. He felt her lips turn up a little in a smile at the sound.

Her nails dug into the skin of his muscular back, causing a chain effect of his lower half thrusting against hers again. He knew there was no way he could stop himself now. Someone was going to have to throw an ice bucket on them soon. His hidden hand found its previous spot, applying harder pressure, and causing her to gasp into him at the feel of his rough hand against her sensitive skin.

He took advantage of her open mouth to slip his tongue between her teeth, massaging her gums as he took inventory of her mouth.

More mewls erupted from the girl beneath him and Keegan was sure he was going to pass out. He had no complaints about the sounds at all; in fact, if he could record them on a reel and play them over and over again he would be a happy man. But it was doing very little for his body's physiological reaction.

Finally, Lesley Fera came in on cue, but Keegan's struggle to get off Troian was much more clumsy and awkward than the script called for.

Chuckling slightly, Norman cut the scene.

Keegan was thanking Mandi Line on a reel in his head for putting him in jeans for this scene. His…misdemeanor was much easier to hide. He refused to look at Troian though, because he'd either crack up or pass out. He wasn't sure what was going through her head now. He wasn't sure what he was even feeling after that. Getting carried away… was putting it lightly. Would she be pissed at him for letting his hands wander? By the sounds of things, she had enjoyed it, but maybe she was just pretending, following his acting leads in her usual professional manner, even if she disagreed with it.

"I think we should run it again. Keegan, try pulling her legs over your lap before you guys fall back onto the couch. It'll make for an easier... reversal." Norman commented knowledgably.

Keegan nodded.

"And um… maybe we should tone it down a little…"

Well, if Keegan felt like dying before, it was nothing compared to after Norman sent him a small knowing smile before resuming his director's position behind the camera.

This girl was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.