Title: Interludes

Summary: Troy and Gabriella make music, mayhem and love. A series of M-rated Troyella one-shots.

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: Alright, I finally have a new Interludes one-shot for you all! I know, I know, my predicted two week wait in-between posts became more like 2 months, but my muse apparently decided to take a vacation and forget to tell me. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this little tale! Oh, and Volante means 'flying', so I think you can guess what scenario our lovebirds find themselves in this time…

Volante

Bears.

Teddy Bears.

Cute black teddy bears.

Me in a cute black teddy making Troy moan while I…damn it!

Gabriella threw her head back hard against the seat and stifled a groan of frustration. She was horny and bored, which in and of itself was not usually a bad situation to be in considering she had an incredibly hot boyfriend who was usually more than willing to 'scratch that itch', but when you were stuck in an uncomfortable bucket seat 30,000 feet in the air with said boyfriend snoring loudly in your ear, it became a whole other story.

Shifting uncomfortably in her seat for the umpteenth time, she cast her mind back a few hours earlier and scowled as she remembered the events of that morning. She'd woken Troy on the last day of their vacation with a morning blowjob and had been waiting with breathless anticipation for him to return the favour when they'd been rudely interrupted by their pre-arranged wake-up call. Instead of being a gentleman and ensuring that his supposed love of his life was satisfied, he'd jumped out of bed and started to pack up their things, hustling her and fretting that they were going to miss their plane. She'd then tried to entice him into the shower with her to no avail, and even her attempts for a little back-seat nookie in the back of the taxi to the airport were re-buffed with "Gabi, are you sure you've got the tickets?" or "Gabi, I need to check our passports."

Some boyfriend he is! I swear that being around Sharpay has rubbed off on Troy, he's too damn melodramatic for his own good.

Her amusing mental slideshow of Troy dolled up like their high-strung friend, tottering around in layers of tulle and glittery pink stilettos was cut short as the woman sitting behind her bumped the back of her seat. Turning around to glare, Gabriella's eyes followed the woman til she disappeared into the bathroom. As Gabriella heard the lock on the door slide into place, an evil smirk crossed her lips as a plan began to form in her intelligent mind.

Twisting back around, she studied Troy's sleeping face, his long eyelashes fluttering gently, his lips minutely parted. Snaking her hand underneath the thin blanket covering him, she covertly cupped his groin and began massaging it in slow circles.

Her boyfriend shifted in his sleep as she could feel his cock hardening beneath her fingertips.

"Oh Wildcat, wake uh-up," she whispered in a sing-song tune into his ear.

Bleary blue eyes emerged underneath heavily blinking eyelids, confusion swirling in their depths.

"Gabi? What's wr…ahhh," Troy's sleepy question turned into a low groan as he registered exactly where his girlfriend's hand was resting.

Gabriella moved so she was nose-to-nose with him, narrowing her eyes and increasing the speed with which she was caressing him.

"Listen here Bolton, you owe me an orgasm and I intend to collect," she hissed softly.

Troy's eyes widened in shock at her obvious frustration and glanced around at the other passengers.

"Here?" he managed to get out, in a rather undignified squeak.

"No, not here," she began prompting a look of relief to spread across Troy's features which quickly turned to disbelief as she continued, "In the bathroom. Wait here 2 minutes, then knock three times so I know it's you. And don't even think about backing out Mister or I'll tell Chad all about that little incident with the kid, the baseball and the hotel lobby."

Not stopping to see if Troy had absorbed her threat, Gabriella rose out of her seat and pulled open the overhead compartment. Grabbing her small toiletries bag, she calmly made her way to the bathroom at the back of the plane. Slipping inside, she surveyed her options. The room was tiny and this probably was not going to be the most comfortable bout of lovemaking she'd ever had, but at this point, she was willing to do anything to ease the ache between her thighs. Quickly checking her reflection in the mirror, she heard three tentative knocks on the door. Swinging it open, she spent only a moment to check that the coast was clear before yanking Troy inside by his collar and capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

Her hands quickly slipped underneath the fabric of his shirt to rest on bare skin as one of his hands cupped her breast and began to stroke.

"You got rid of your reluctance pretty quick there, Wildcat," Gabriella commented breathlessly as she moved her hands down to fumble with the zipper on his jeans.

"What can I say, when my usually demure girlfriend practically orders me to have sex with her in a public place, who am I to say no," Troy replied with a smirk before pulling her even closer so delicious friction was created between their bodies.

Their tongues duelled for dominance as Gabriella was successful in unzipping Troy's jeans and freeing his engorged member.

Pulling breathlessly away, she manoeuvred Troy so he was sitting on the closed toilet seat (with his pants around his ankles) before shimmying rather comically out of her own pants. Her left foot got stuck and in the process of pulling the offending appendage free, she lost her footing and smacked into the side of the bathroom cabin with a rather loud thud. Freezing for a moment, they heard a knock on the door.

"Miss, are you alright in there?" came the concerned voice of the flight attendant. Shooting Troy (who was shaking with silent laughter) a dirty look, Gabriella managed to control her breathing enough to reply rather normally,

"Uh, I'm fine," she started, her eyes landing on her forgotten toiletries bag, "I just….dropped my toothbrush and banged my head picking it up."

Though her sentence has sounded more like a question at the end, the stewardess seemed to buy the lie and left with a, "Ok, sorry to disturb you miss."

"Dropped your tooth…" Troy's mocking question was cut off as Gabriella (now free of her pants and underwear), straddled him forcefully and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

"Not one word," she commanded before sinking down onto his erection. Stopping for a moment to relish the feel of him between her thighs after an entire morning of fantasising about it, she then grabbed a hold of his hips to steady herself and started to move up and down in a languid movement, her walls contracting around his cock on every downward thrust.

Content to let his girlfriend take the lead for now, Troy lowered his head to lay a trail of kisses between the valley of her breasts. Moaning in response, Gabriella thrust down harder, desperately seeking the release she craved.

"You could…give me…a hand here…Wildcat," she ground out, "We can't stay…in here…much long…oohhh."

Her breathless request degenerated into a groan as Troy heeded his girlfriend's warning and moved a hand between their bodies to rub small circles against her clit, as he rolled his hips upwards to increase the pressure.

Feeling her climax building, Gabriella pulled Troy's lips to hers to swallow her shout as a wave of pleasure rippled through her with violent intensity. Troy wasn't far behind, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he came inside her.

Resting their foreheads together as they tried to get their breathing under control, Troy placed a light kiss against Gabriella's lips.

"If this is the outcome, remind me to deprive you of orgasms at least once a week."

"Do that, and you'll be looking for a new girlfriend," she retorted with a scowl but her eyes twinkled with mirth.

Standing up, they re-dressed and re-arranged each other's clothing with a precision born of months of practice. Gabriella straightened Troy's collar and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Like we did coming in, wait a couple of minutes to leave ok?"

Troy nodded and Gabriella, after peeking her head out to make sure that no-one was watching, exited the small bathroom with a spring in her step.

Toothbrush: 2 Dollars

Airfares: 1,500 Dollars

Joining the Mile High Club before I turn 20: Priceless.