"Sharpay, it's nearly midnight."
"I don't care." Sharpay pushed Troy against the wall and kissed him once again. Her hands hungrily slid into his shirt, running her fingers over his pecs.
"I will never tire of your body." She moaned into his ear.
"They'll be missing us at the party. Wondering where we went."
"Who cares?!"
Sharpay's lips found their way to Troy's neck, and he threw his head back, unable to resist giving in to the amazing sensations he was feeling.
Sharpay began to tug at the neck of Troy's Wildcat t-shirt. She started to kiss any bare skin she could get to.
"Sharpay!" Troy laughed, trying to sound stern.
Sharpay placed her hands on Troy's shoulders, and jumped slightly in the air. Troy extended his hands to catch her, her legs wrapping round his waist and her bottom landing in his hands.
The two could then overhear the beginning of the countdown from the nearby party.
"Ten." Sharpay repeated. She kissed Troy deeply.
"Eight." She continued. She took her mouth to Troy's earlobe and started to suck it.
"Six." Continuing still, she returned to his neck.
"Four." She ran her hands down his body, reaching his hips, and pulling his t-shirt off over his head.
"Three." Troy interrupted. He moved his own lips to her neck.
"One." The two said in perfect timing with each other, embracing in a kiss that threatened to cause Troy's knees to collapse. He steadied himself on a nearby window frame.
"Now, wasn't that better than some crappy party?" Sharpay sighed, climbing off of Troy.
"I guess." He grinned. His grin turned to a blush when looked down, noticing an embarrassing consequence of this liaison.
"Thanks." He told Sharpay, with raised eyebrows.
"Not a problem." Sharpay smiled, pulling him once again into a kiss.