Title: Battle of the Sexes

Summary: After Troy pulls a cocky stunt in the library, Gabriella declares war. In this case, revenge is a dish best served hot…An M-rated Troyella tale.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: High School Musical and all of its characters belong to Disney. I'm just borrowing them for a while…besides, Disney would never let their characters have this much fun!

A/N: Ok, this is my first time writing a fic like this, but after getting multiple requests from some of the girls at the rooftop (Ayen, Dee, I'm looking at you!) I figured I'd give it a go. It's not going to be extremely long (I have five chapters planned out for it at the moment though that may change) but I hope it's enjoyable. Feedback would be much appreciated!

Chapter 1: Silence is Golden

Tick-tock, tick-tock…

The clock on the wall next to Gabriella's head seemed inordinately loud in the silence of the library. There was the occasional murmur of voices or rustling of papers, but as she was sitting in a secluded little nook, the ambient noise was barely audible.

Blinking in frustration at her inability to solve the last problem on her maths worksheet, she snuck a glance at her study companion. Troy was staring intently at his open book, his blue pen scratching away frantically. His hair had fallen forward to obscure his baby blues and Gabriella resisted the urge to brush it back considering she didn't know what reaction she would get.

Troy was giving her the silent treatment after she had brushed him off last night. They had planned to spend the night together because Gabriella had the house to herself, but she had completely spaced and forgot that she had a presentation due for AP English. So she had turned Troy away, though he hadn't made it easy for her to do so. He'd pulled the puppy-dog eyes out of his bag of tricks and had kissed her so thoroughly on her doorstep that she was about to pull him in and let him take her right there against the front door. But her logical brain had prevailed and she had eventually gotten him to leave…though she might as well have let him stay, she hadn't been able to concentrate on her homework at all instead drifting off into fantasies about those wonderfully talented hands of his.

Damn, I never thought I'd be the kind of girl who could be considered a borderline nymphomaniac…but Troy's just so damn addictive!

Shaking her head Gabriella tried to refocus on the page before her, knowing that if she thought about Troy too much, her mind would wander into fantasising about those firm biceps, rock-hard abs, muscular legs and that long, hard…

Gabriella jumped slightly in surprise as warm fingertips brushed against her stomach, whipping her head sideways to look at her boyfriend. He looked so completely unaware, still focussed on his work with the pen still scratching away on paper, that if Gabriella couldn't still feel those warm fingertips caressing her stomach, she'd think she had imagined his touch. But as it was, his hand danced gently up her skin, making Gabriella suck in a deep breath as it rose higher, leaving a trail of fire up her torso, before gentle fingers slowly rubbed the underside of her bra.

Frozen, all she could do was bite the inside of her cheek as the searching hand slipped under her bra to caress bare skin. A flush of warmth spread throughout her entire body as he rubbed small circles around her nipple, before pinching it lightly between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a small moan which prompted Gabriella to immediately glance around to make sure no-one had heard.

They hadn't, and the large bookshelf before them meant that unless someone came searching, they were blocked from view.

Not that it matters to him, he's still acting like nothing is happening.

The thought was fleeting in Gabriella's mind though, as his hand suddenly withdrew from her breast, making her involuntarily whimper with disappointment. That disappointment quickly became irrelevant though, as his hand came to rest on her knee, his fingers drawing circles on the exposed skin. Higher and higher his hand went, seemingly touching every inch of skin on the inside of her upper thigh. Gabriella could barely breathe, her hand gripping her pen tightly in anticipation before quickly shoving it in her mouth to suppress a moan as his fingers brushed against the front of her already soaked panties.

She opened her legs wider under the table and rolled her hips forward in response to his initial touch, giving up any pretence of trying to keep studying. After several long strokes through the wet material, his fingers slipped underneath the elastic to caress her more intimately. His thumb found her clit and pressed against it hard, before lessening the pressure and repeating the process.

Sweat rolled down Gabriella's back, her hips bucking beneath the table wildly in response. His forefinger stroked up and down her engorged flesh before slipping suddenly inside her.

Stilling for a moment at the sensation, Gabriella whimpered in frustration after a few minutes as he refused to start moving his finger. Taking the chance to sneak a look over at Troy, anger started to bubble up alongside the passion as she realised that he looked completely unaffected by what he was doing, only a slightly smug smile gracing his features giving any indication that he was doing more than studying.

That smug little…oohh

His finger suddenly started to stroke her walls, curling around to hit that perfect spot. Unable to help herself, she squeezed her thighs around his hand in the hopes that it would motivate him further, softly crying out in relief as he his strokes became faster, then gripping the edge of the table with white-knuckled force as he added a second finger, then a third.

Gabriella could feel her climax building with every pump of his fingers, her vaginal muscles squeezing hard every time, before he suddenly slowed the pace, his fingers now languidly stroking in it out.

Almost crying tears of frustration, Gabriella once again rocked her hips forward, about ready to hit him or to add her own damn hand to the mix, before he suddenly thrust harder against her again, this time letting his thumb caress her clit roughly at the same time.

I'm going to kill him after this.

The thought was quickly washed away as her mind focussed singularly on the sensations pulsating through her body, her blood rushing deafeningly though her ears. With one last final thrust of his hand, she climaxed wildly, almost biting off her tongue to keep from crying out and barely registering that the bell to signal the end of first period had rung.

His fingers slowly retracted from within her, his thumb gently caressing her clit one last time, before he casually wiped his hand with a tissue he produced from his pocket.

Gathering his books, he stood up and leant over her, as she tried to catch her breath.

"See ya next period babe," he whispered cockily into her ear before straightening and disappearing from view with a smug smirk on his face.

Shakily getting to her feet, Gabriella narrowed her eyes as she realised they were the first words he'd spoken to her since last night.

So that's how you want to play this Wildcat…this means war.