Pretty Little Liars: Fanfiction {Treegan}

Let's Dance

A/N: sorry this isn't the second part of the last story, this one came to mind and I just had to write it down! Please enjoy and leave comments for the next part!
(Takes place at the season 7 wrap party)

"I can't believe it," Troian said, walking over slowly to his side of the room. "I can't believe all of this-" she paused, gesturing to the room of people in front of them with her wine glass, "will all be over soon," she finished, taking a long sip from her drink.
Keegan nodded. He was afraid that if he spoke, all that would come out were tears.

"I really am going to miss you," she said quietly, after a moment of silence. Statements like these were familiar to the pair, but usually Troian was on the receiving end- only this time, the roles were reversed. It caught Keegan a little off guard, because Troian was always so careful with her words, but he smiled back down at her regardless. She rested her head on his shoulder and looked up into his blue eyes. He didn't notice her gaze at first, but when he did, she saw his eyes light up.

Another sip.

Troian gazed out on the dance floor, recognizing Shay and Ashley as they playful grinded against one another, a sea of men around them.

"Let's dance," Troian said suddenly. The alcohol was well worked into her system by now, and when she got drunk, she got flirty. So she dragged her male costar out to the edges of the dance floor, where she began to dance to a song they'd both never heard of, Keegan watching with awe, as he often did in her presence.

After about the third round of meaningless lyrics and dizzying beats, Keegan had had enough, and he was beginning to sense Troian had too. It seemed like she was getting more tipsy by the minute, and he was pretty sure that when she thought he wasn't looking, she had stolen a few shots from the tray on the bar behind him. She was dancing closer to him now, and he could feel his stomach begin to get that sinking feeling whenever she got this close to him.

He'd almost never thought as her of a sister or a friend, no matter what the both of them claimed. They'd kissed out of character once before, at one of Ashley's mixers that was filled with party games of sexual nature. So whenever Troian got too close, he felt his body think of things that he had only dreamt of doing.

She was staring at him.

Crap. Had he done something weird in all that thinking? He smiled in her direction, his smile small but his eyes kind and filled with lust. Without realizing it, she was right in front of him. And without realizing it, her lips were on his. Surprised and thinking it must be a dream, Keegan pulled back. She looked sadly at the ground, and his heart broke.
"You're drunk, Troi," was all he managed to say. "Here, I'll take you home," he offered. She nodded, as they made their way to the entrance of the club.

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Her smile. Her feet out the opened window of his truck. Her hair as she pulled it down from her updo now flowing freely in the night breeze. The sound of Radiohead in the car speakers. Keegan tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, even if his mind was on her. And usually they landed right back on her.

"Keegan?" asked Troian.
"Mmm?" He said in response, lowering the volume of the music as he waited for her to speak. "Would you mind if we went back to your place instead?" she asked.
Keegan was a bit taken back by her request, but he quickly agreed and took the exit down toward his house.

She'd never been to his house before, and was immediately taken aback by it's homeyness. "Sorry, it's a bit of a mess," Keegan said, referring to the boxes around them as they wandered into the kitchen.
"Moving in, or out?" she asked him.
"In," he said.
"Good," she stated.
"Good?" he questioned.
"Yeah," she replied. "I like it here."
And after a moment she added, "and I'd like to come back here."
"Well you're welcome to come back anytime you'd like, even when we're done filming." Keegan offered, her words making his heart swell. She smiled her smile back at him.

"Hey, do you have anything a bit more comfortable that I can change into?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, of course," Keegan replied, feeling stupid that he hadn't offered before. He exited the kitchen, leaving Troian to wander the house.
As he was opening the closet doors, he felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his suit. Taking it out, he saw Shay's name pop on the screen.
'You got Troian?' it read.
'Yeah, she's a my place.' he typed back.
'Ohhh, what a lucky man. Maybe you'll get lucky tonight!' she replied. He blushed at his costar's implication.
'I don't think so... besides, Adams would kick my ass!' he responded.
'Well good thing he's out of the picture then, right?' she said.
'???' he sent back. He reread her text again while she was typing back.
'They broke up a few weeks ago... Thought she would have told you' came the message.
Keegan's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, the he could hear the sound of old music coming from the next room. His phone forgotten, he quickly grabbed one of the only things in his closet and headed back out to where the pretty brunette was waiting.
"Sorry that took so long. My phone is very distracting," he said as soon as he saw her, handing her the t-shirt he'd picked out. "And sorry, this is the only thing I had that was clean in my closet."
"Stop apologizing," she said sweetly, looking at him with her doe eyes. "Unpacking takes a while. Bathroom?" she asked. He pointed down the hall and she followed his lead.
After about five minutes, she re emerged, standing in the hallway.
"Will you help me with this?" she said turning around as he walked over towards her. The zipper of her dress was caught, and she couldn't get it off. "Sure," he said, trying to keep his voice casual as he gulped and slowly unzipped her dress, the zipper going all the way down to the base of her butt.
"Thanks," she said breathily, still feeling his hands on her body, making her hot all over.

Keegan went back to his room to change, only to realize that Troian had unintentionally stolen the top half of his pajamas. Unable to take his itchy dress shirt anymore, he changed into his pajama pants, completely forgetting all that he was doing once he heard music begin to travel to his room from across the small house. Coming out to investigate, he found Troian standing over his record player in the unfinished living room.
"Glad you have your priorities straight," she said referring to the record player behind her once she saw him.
"What are you doing?" He said playfully.
"Nothin'" she said mischievously. "Will you dance with me?" She said, her big brown doe eyes pleading him to say yes.
"It would be my pleasure," he said, taking his warm hand into her cool one.

They began to both sway with the old music accompanying them in the background. Keegan slowly twirled and dipped Troian as they danced around the vacant living room.
"About earlier...." Keegan eventually said, about two songs in. Troian felt the pit of her stomach drop- her stupidity of the kiss was a subject she was trying to avoid all night.
"Can we just forget it already?" She asked him pleadingly. Keegan smiled, in spite of himself- if only she knew what she had coming. Regardless, keegan was tempted to give in, as it was always hard to say no to her. Instead, he simply began to slowly twirl her once more, both of them lazily following the music.
"That was a kiss I'll never forget," he said simply, and she felt her face go red. He spun her out, and then back in with her back to his chest, their arms entangled within one another. He brushed a tendril of her hair out of the side of her face, allowing his finger to linger on her cheek for a moment. She leaned into his touch. He kissed her temple, and then her jaw, and then her shoulder. She could feel her breath grow shorter with each kiss.
"God, I've waited seven years to do this," he told her. His lips lightly touched to hers. Troian immediately reacted, the feeling of her lips on fire making her passionately attack his lips. "We have all night," she heard him quietly whisper, and she told herself to slow down. They both broke out into smiles, making it increasingly difficult to kiss one another in the way they wanted to. He kissed her slowly, wanting to linger in the moment he might never get again. But passion and delayed feelings and seven years of built up sexual tension encased them, and soon Troian found herself pushed up against a wall. Keegan found his way up her t shirt, and was surprised that she had nothing on underneath. They both smiled once again, and the night took off from there.