Pretty Little Liars: Fanfiction {Treegan}

Alone at Last

In hindsight, perhaps agreeing to run lines for the next episode with Troian all alone in her apartment wasn't the best idea. But as anyone who knew the head over heels in love, blue eyed boy, would testify, Keegan could never say no to the his gorgeous costar.. So there he was, trailing behind the object of his affection on the way to wherever Troian was taking them.
The Troian in question glanced over her shoulder with an expectant look, pulling the recently bleached blonde out of her reverie, and Keegan was met with an adorable little laugh. "You weren't listening to me at all, were you Allen?"
Keegan just gave her a goofy grin. "Maybe..What was the question?" Troian stopped and shook her head in mock incredulity. "You so weren't...man, just can't get the actors round here!" She laughed, nudging the younger actor roughly in the shoulder. "I said, when's the brown hair coming back? I kinda miss it."
"In a few hours, actually. You've got me for lines until they call. How come?"
Troian smirked like the Cheshire Cat, and leant in close, stopping them both in their tracks.
'Oh shit, oh shit, keep it together Allen.' Keegan chanted to himself, smelling Troian's addicting perfume as the shorter woman got onto her tiptoes so as to be almost as tall as her co-star.
Licking her lips, Troian kept the smirk she almost always had in place as she murmured "Reminds me of old times." Before slapping Keegan's arse jokingly, and strutting towards her trailer with a big, cheesy grin.
It took a few seconds for the blonde to compose himself, and even then, the walk to the trailer door was far too short.
"I am so fucked."
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"Okay, so we're on scene four, you want to run that now, or do scene five before the table read?" The blonde flipped through his script. "Scene four is fine, we might as well. We need Brud to do five properly anyway, and knowing you two we'd never get any work done!' He laughed, raising an eyebrow at Troian's look of protest.

"Brud and I are very good at getting work done. Just the other day we made it through a scene all on our own!" Hearing this, Keegan scoffed, and grinned at his friend. "The one in which you have three lines between you?" The telltale sign of the playful glare he received told him all he needed to know. "Yeah, that's what I thought Bellisario." He chuckled lightly.
'God, that smile... I just want to..Snap out of it, Allen!' Keegan chastised himself, once again pulled back to the here and now.
"Aaaaaaanyway," Troian drawled, walking over to the table and plopping down onto the chair. "Scene four, Spencer and Toby are in Spencer and Hanna's new apartment, alone, and unpacking/unloading moving boxes. Camera pans right to Spencer, struggling a bit with a bigger box. Switch the shot to over Toby's shoulder, laughing at his ex."
Troian waggles her eyebrows.
"He goes to help. This should be a scintillating scene. Unless they like, have sex on the couch. Hanna would freak." Troian commented easily, seemingly unfazed by the prospect. Keegan felt himself redden more than slightly, it was an easy joke to Troian, for sure. But Keegan absolutely hasn't been thinking about anything like that since the first table read for Pretty Little Liars. Oh no. Not a chance.
"Yeah, that'd be really something." He coughed, to clear his suddenly throaty voice. "Anyway, do you want to get on with this?"
Troian swivelled around. "Changing the subject, Allen?"
Keegan almost choked in his haste to deny it, spluttering out incoherent words before giving up with an exasperated sigh at the sight of his best friend trying to hold in bouts of laughter.
"Get your ass in gear, Bellisario. We have work to do."
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Troian fiegned struggling. "I can handle it," she looked expectantly at her co-star, who was right on cue to help 'Spencer' out. "Thanks," Troian found herself saying throatedly. She glanced down at her script that was set down on the box she was holding. "Uggh, I wish they'd just make Spencer choose already. Toby, Caleb, Toby, Caleb. She should really invest in some cats."
"Yeah, I hate this back and forth almost as much as you do," Keegan said, an underlying meaning no doubt getting caught up in his voice. "I'm gonna make coffee, can you reach that mug for me, Bellisario?" Not thinking, Keegan sent his 5 7' costar to the highest shelf in his kitchen. Stretching up as high as her stature allowed her, Troian just managed to touch the handle with her fingertips as Keegan came behind and leant over her, unintentionally pressing their bodies together as the blue eyed boy retrieved it easily. Before Keegan could step away, Troian turned to face him, directly into the younger actor's personal space. Swallowing hard, the taller actor set the mug down to his right as the brunette's eyes seemed to burn into his own baby blue ones. The air became charged, the mood changing from humorous to electric in the time it took for Keegan's pulse to go haywire.
One action could change their friendship. It could ruin it, potentially.
But then, Keegan thought back to what Lucy had told him when she found out about Ian's feelings.
"It's a risk to love, Keegs. I know that. There's the whole, 'what if it doesn't work out?' Thing. But then again, what if it does? Don't live with the what ifs."

Troian Bellisario. Pressed into Keegan Allen. Just like the bleach blonde had dreamed about for years.
Suddenly, Lucy' words made so much more sense.
"I'm so sorry, Bellisario." Keegan breathed, and not giving Troian a second to ask what he meant, the taller costar grabbed a handful from each side of her shirt and roughly pulled her in close. Before Troian had a chance to blink, soft, supple lips crashed hard into her own.
The air rushed from the leggy woman's lungs, and she felt a muscular arm wrap around her waist and bring her body closer to where their pelvises could connect, prompting her out of the shocked haze her mind was in. Eagerly, her lips began to move in the same rhythm, reciprocating each and every action. She laid a hand on the younger actor's collarbone, and she felt him lean into the touch. As their tongues met, a light moan bubbled from the depths of Troian's throat, only increasing the intensity of each contact.
When oxygen became a problem, slowly, reluctantly, Troian brought her hands to the lighter haired boy's cheeks and broke the kiss, though she kept their foreheads touching as they gasped for what little air still sat between their lips. They both felt the temperature of the other's skin as they regained their breath, minds racing as fast as heartbeats.
"Who am I, right now?" The light headed man asked.
"What?" The woman questioned, shakily pulling her eyes from the floor to look at her best friend.
"Just, answer me. Please."
"You're Keegan. Allen. She tagged on, although a little awkwardly.
Keegan nodded, swallowing hard to clear the cotton feeling from his mouth. He moved his arms to her waist just as she moved her wrists to twine together behind the his neck.
"And who just kissed me?"
Troian was beginning to get really confused, now. Her brow furrowed, and her arms tensed around the man that was holder her in his grip.
"Keegs, what are you talki-"
"Who just kissed me?" He paused. "Troian, or Spencer?"
A beat of nervous silence.
"Troian."
"Oh thank fuck." The defined actor let out a tense breath, grinned, and pulled Troian back in to seal their lips in a searing contact.

A/N: I originally wrote this for a different OTP (bonus points to whoever can guess who) but I rewrote it a bit and I think it works 😅. Anyways, lemme know on this style of writing... and let me know what you'd like to see next- I'll do my best to follow prompts you guys give me! Tysm!!
-L