TITLE: Insatiable

AUTHOR: Jessa

RATING/GENRE: Whooooa tis M/ Fluffy Smuuuuut. Srsly don't read if you're under eighteen. Quite graphic.

FANDOM/PAIRING: High School Musical/Troy & Gabriella

SUMMARY: Troy often sees a side of Gabriella that no one else ever has…

DISCLAIMER: Everything belongs to Disney. I can't see Walt minding being that he's, you know, in some cryogenic freezing pod somewhere.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: There's just not enough Troyella smut in the world so I thought I'd contribute to the cause! Hey, even Disney characters need some naughty.

Troy ran his hands through his long hair for the millionth time that afternoon. He'd done it so often that now, without the aid of any product whatsoever, it stuck off in every direction, giving him a slightly unkempt appearance.

The school's drama instructor, Ms. Darbus, was on speech number seven of the day -- a stretch even from her usual four -- and Troy just wanted to get out of rehearsals and go home for the day. However, it was easy to tell that his teacher had only just begun her rant on independent practice so Troy was prepared for a good, long zoning out. He'd only heard this riff about sixty times before. Ms. Darbus had an unfortunate habit of repeating herself.

He glanced over at Gabriella, his girlfriend since junior year, and saw that she looked about as enthused as he felt. She gave the immediate impression that she was hanging on Ms. Darbus' every word but at a more through inspection, Troy could see that her eyes were glassy and she was struggling to hold back a yawn, eventually letting it out and tactfully shielding it from view with her hand.

She seemed to sense his eyes on her and turned her face towards him, a smile lighting it up when their eyes met. Troy felt a familiar jolt of electricity pass between them and returned the smile. Gabriella inched closer to him. She wore and expression of ultimate innocence as she pretended once again to be listening to their instructor. Troy only had eyes for her, wondering what she was up to.

She slid her hand into his and pulled on his arm unnecessarily to get his already undivided attention. Her intentions became clear when she tilted her head towards the door labeled "Costumes". Trying very hard to be stealthy, Troy and Gabriella made their way to the back of the crowd on stage. They were barely given a passing glance as they melted away from the crowd, Gabriella working to stifle her giggles in his shoulder. She inched the door open and they slipped inside, clicking the lock shut.

"Alone at last," she whispered against his cheek after sliding into his strong arms.

"Mmhmm," he replied, beginning a trail of kisses down her neck. Troy loved it when she got like this. After taking the final step in their relationship during the previous summer, it felt as though there were no barriers between them.

Gabriella's hands twisted through his long, shaggy hair and she leaned her head back with a small gasp so he had better access to the sensitive pulse point in her neck. He nipped at it gently, eliciting a retrained moan from deep in her throat.

"We don't… have much t-time," she panted out, one hand snaking down his back to fish through his pocket, knowing exactly what she'd find there. Triumphantly, she pulled out a small foil package. Troy chuckled at her eagerness, finding it hard to believe he was about to have sex with her in their school's costume room. The thought of Ms. Darbus' face if she ever found out made him laugh a little harder. Hopefully it would never come to that.

Getting frustrated with Troy's lack of response time, Gabriella backed away slightly, to his disappointment. That is until he realized that she was just taking a second to pull her light green tee over her head. His eyes drank in the sight of her nearly bare torso appreciatively. She was now wearing only a red bra. He reckoned it should have been illegal for such a beautiful girl to wear something like that. It was hard to imagine she'd been wearing it all day under her casual and conservative outfit.

"Well?" she questioned impatiently, her brown eyes aflame. Troy snapped back to the moment.

'Right, half-naked and currently unsatisfied girlfriend to contend with.'

He also shed his shirt, a red and white striped polo number, and gathered her back in his arms, mesmerized by the feeling of her soft skin against his. The condom she'd extracted from his jeans was still clutched tightly in her hand and he felt the sharp corners of the package scrape him as Gabriella's arms found their way around his neck. The action brought their bodies much closer together so he made no complaints.

Finally, after what seemed like forever to Troy, their lips met. She teased him at first, pulling away after every little touch of their mouths but soon it became too much temptation for her and she kissed him fully. It was remarkable but Troy knew that no matter how many times they kissed, he would never in an eternity get used to the feeling. The rhythm of the kiss sped up as it grew more and more passionate, the familiar fire of the chemistry between them making their embrace red-hot.

Gabriella trailed her hands down over his shoulders, across his chest, down his abs to the top of his jeans. Every place she touched tingled pleasantly, causing him to groan lightly. Her hands were now fumbling to undo his pants. Returning the favor, he decided to leave her with her mint green skirt in place, however, his fingers danced up her outer thigh, slowly hiking the hem of it up. He found the lacey top of her panties and slipped them down so they fell to the floor around her ankles. They were red like her bra.

By this point Gabriella had managed to undo his jeans. Grabbing the side of them, she yanked them down to the floor, taking his plaid boxers with them. She did this with such force that he stumbled backwards a pace or two.

"Whoa there, Gabs," he said, blinking a few times.

Instead of replying, Gabriella shoved the condom into his palm, making her meaning quite clear. He hastened to slip it on, half out of the desire for the sensations he knew she would be providing him shortly as well as the desire to live through this excursion to the costume department. There were some deadly looking prop swords just to their left.

When the job was done, she practically lunged at him – not that he minded. In fact, Troy wouldn't have had it any other way. It was nice to know that she enjoyed their time together as much as he did. Her legs wrapped comfortably around his waist as he hoisted her up into the proper position. For support, he walked them over to the nearest wall, pressing her up against it. Their lips were locked again.

He broke away to ask the same question he always did when they got to this point. "You ready?"

"Ready and willing! Just do it!" came her hushed demand.

Smiling against her cheek, he finally pushed into her. The experience made both of them gasp in unison. Seconds later, Troy set up a slow rhythm that the couple knew by heart. His pulse thudded in his ears.

Watching Gabriella, whose eyes were shut tight, his pace quickened. She was so beautiful like this – completely out of control and totally his. Sweat beaded down her forehead as she matched his thrusts.

"God, Gabby," he groaned when a particularly strong wave of pleasure hit his nerves. Feeling the need to be as close to her as humanly possible, Troy buried his face in her neck, his grunts now muffled by her mass of dark, silky hair. Gabriella's hands had a death grip on the back of his neck, fingers flexing in time with the shocks flowing through her.

She began chanting his name breathlessly as she drew closer to the edge, which served to drive Troy crazy. He could tell that he wouldn't last much longer but he desperately wanted her to take the plunge with him. Removing his hand from where it had been resting on her lower back, he wound his way through the folds of her skirt and until he found his way to where their bodies were joined.

"Oh God!" she moaned a little too loudly when he started a steady circular motion on the most sensitive part of her. She came hard, the shuddering of her inner muscles taking him with her as fireworks exploded beneath his eyelids. He pressed butterfly kisses to Gabriella's shoulder as he let the feeling wash over him. Their breathing came in short pants, sweat glistening on their exposed skin.

"Wow…" Gabriella murmured after a moment, still gasping for air. "That was… insane."

All Troy could do was nod. He couldn't for the life of his think of a word to appropriately describe what that had been.

"Thank you," Gabriella said suddenly and Troy's eyes were drawn to her face. Ghosting the pad of his thumb across her cheek, he beamed. "But tonight can we throw in some foreplay? Like that thing you do with your tongue? I love that."

Troy just stared briefly before bursting out in laughter.

"You're insatiable," he said through a wide smile.

Gabriella shrugged. "That's what happens when your boyfriend is as naturally talented in the bedroom as mine is."

Troy glanced around. "Well, in case you haven't noticed Gabs, we're not in the bedroom."

This earned him a playful smack in the chest. "Shut up," Gabriella muttered.

THE END.