A Moment of Madness

Summary: If only she had listened to her subconscious, if only she had said no from the outset and not been swept along by her friend's insistence that they needed a break before their finals; her solution – a weekend in the city that never sleeps amongst the glitz and glamour that was Vegas. It had indeed been a moment of madness when she accepted.

Disclaimer: High School Musical and all of its characters belong to Disney. I just have them on secondment. The song 'Slide' belongs to the fabulous Goo Goo Dolls and again I only have them on loan.

A/N: Flashbacks are in italics. Thanks for Holly and Mya for helping with details about Vegas. Love you guys. To any waiting for an update for OFB, my humble apologies – my muse deserted me and until I can capture the scene in my head it won't get written.

"That was my husband, Troy Bolton," whispered Gabriella.

Slide

"No shit! Hmm! I can see why you were bowled over. He's a handsome devil, I'll give you that, you could always pick the lookers but fuck! Gabriella, was he always....such an egotistical prick?" asked Sharpay in a shocked voice, pausing as she searched to find the right words to describe him, more so because she couldn't imagine Gabriella falling for anyone who displayed such arrogance.

"No! Do you think I'd fall for someone like that?" gasped Gabriella looking askance at Sharpay.

"Well I didn't think so," replied Sharpay hesitantly who then scrunched up her face in puzzlement, "...but I don't get it, why would he call himself something else?" mumbled Sharpay. Gabriella shrugged her slim shoulders.

"I don't know. Did your dad tell you his name?"

"No, he just said this guy would be calling and he did yesterday and that's when he introduced himself as Zeke Baylor and asked if he could call in today to meet the management and have a guided tour," explained Sharpay.

"Maybe he thought you would mention it to me and if he'd given his real name I'd have recognised it and bolted," surmised Gabriella, "he'd have been right too."

"Hmm, I guess," accepted Sharpay thoughtfully, pausing to take a drink before pinning Gabriella with her rapier gaze.

"So how did you two hook up in the first place and where the hell was I?" demanded Sharpay getting back to the crux of the story.

"You make it sound like we're Siamese twins," taunted Gabriella delaying the moment of truth.

"Hmph! You know what I mean, Gabs, we go everywhere together," whined Sharpay.

"Eww! Not everywhere, Shar," teased Gabriella. Sharpay gave her a pointed stare.

"Quit stalling and get on with it," she ordered.

"Where was I?" asked Gabriella. Sharpay snorted in annoyance.

"Nowhere, you haven't told me a damn thing yet except admit to it. I was asking where you hooked up and why wasn't I there," prompted Sharpay. Gabriella smirked then sighed.

"Oh you were there," drawled Gabriella, "in fact it was all your fault so if anyone is to blame it's you," she accused.

"Uh! I was?" squawked Sharpay astounded by the news. "Hey! Hang on, Gabs, how do you work that one out?"

"It was at the start of the worst time of my life, if you recall." Gabriella looked sadly at Sharpay.

"Oh!" Sharpay uttered softly, "then?"

"Yeah," agreed Gabriella with a sigh. "Anyway, it was you that forced me to go to Vegas, remember? It was you who dragged me away from the books and study sessions saying I needed a break before I had a meltdown. Ring any bells?" taunted Gabriella as she shook the sadness from her. She'd spent long enough dwelling on that time of her life.

"Well you did," confirmed Sharpay, "and so did I. You were driving me crazy." Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"So now you know," she said softly reaching for her own glass.

"Like hell I do, you've told me jack. I want details," demanded Sharpay. Gabriella snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Er Shar, there are some things that are best kept private you know," huffed Gabriella. Sharpay laughed.

"Eww! Gabs, you don't have to go in to that much detail," moaned Sharpay. Gabriella laughed at her friend's expression.

"That's good cos I wasn't going to," confirmed Gabriella.

"I still don't get where I was, I mean, how did I miss something so monumental?" asked Sharpay.

"As I recall you were otherwise engaged with some hunk called Nathan, I believe," drawled Gabriella.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about him," sighed Sharpay dreamily, "I did rather get carried away with that dish."

"Carried away!" snorted Gabriella, "you ditched me on the first night, holed up in a lovefest somewhere until we had to go home."

"Listen to the kettle calling the pot black," taunted Sharpay, "at least I didn't lose the plot and go the whole hog and get hitched."

"True. That was the ultimate moment of madness," sighed Gabriella.

Las Vegas: Friday, 6th April 2001

It had taken four hours of solid driving but just after lunch they finally hit the bustling city of Las Vegas in the heart of the Nevada desert. The city that never sleeps. Dressed in her finery, she glittered and shone like a neon beacon, beckoning the hopeful, foolhardy suckers who arrived in town determined to break the bank and change their lives for ever, only for her to spit them out again penniless, their dreams crushed; and still she smiled. She promised a good time, an escape from the real world and that is what she did, nobody could argue with that.

Sharpay had checked them into The Luxor, flashing her ever flexible friend that daddy would be picking up the tab for no doubt, assumed Gabriella with a wry grin.

"So this is how the other half lives," she murmured in awe as she gazed around the sumptuous foyer, filled to bursting with people milling about, some going into the casino, some leaving with slumped shoulders and solemn, downcast faces.

"Yeah, so relax and enjoy it," advised Sharpay. "For three days this is our playground. Come on, let's get to our room, get changed and catch some rays and who knows, maybe the odd guy or three," added Sharpay with a wink. Gabriella giggled as Sharpay linked arms with her and they walked over to the elevator, the bellboy following behind with their bags.

It was hard to admit but Sharpay was right, not that Gabriella would ever tell her as much, god knows her head was big enough already, but just a few hours lying by the pool, people watching seemed to take away some of the stress and tension that had been building up inside her. The pressure of finals seemed a world away. The two cocktails she had consumed hadn't hurt either.

It had been amusing watching Sharpay switch to her femme fatale mode, chatting, flirting and batting her eyelashes at unsuspecting guys who wandered around the pool. They'd gone back to their room to bathe and change before going down to dinner then on to the Lax nightclub within the hotel complex to dance the night away.

They'd met up with Michelle and Miranda from college who also had the same bright idea, which Gabriella was grateful for an hour later when Sharpay came back from the dance floor with a tall, dark haired guy in tow.

"Hey Gabs, don't mind if I head on out, do you?" she asked suggestively, raising an eyebrow, her sparkling amber eyes held a mischievous glint. Gabriella grinned knowingly and shook her head.

"No, but play safe," she warned.

"Don't I always," grinned Sharpay, "Don't wait up, with this hunk I could be some time." Gabriella giggled casting her eyes over the fine specimen.

"Just make sure you have your cell and don't forget, we leave on Sunday." If Sharpay was taken with someone she did tend to lose track of time, disappearing for days until her appetite was assuaged and boredom with the guy had set in.

"I won't, but you may have to drive home. Hopefully I'll be too exhausted." Gabriella rolled her eyes, pushing Sharpay away.

"Have fun."

Gabriella had returned to the dance floor with Michelle and Miranda after finishing her fourth cocktail of the day. She wasn't drunk by any means, but loose enough to let the music consume her, her body moving to the beat oblivious to the eye catching picture she presented in her short white strapless dress that clung to every curve, the boned bodice keeping her braless breasts snug, only allowing a gentle swell to peak over the top. Her long dark stresses fell down her back like a veil stopping an inch or two above her waist. Suddenly she felt someone grip her hips at the same time a husky male voice whispered in her ear.

"You know my rep will be in tatters in the morning." A sexy giggle spilled from her lips at the lame pick up line as she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes glowing in the darkened room. He was a head taller than her, rather handsome from what she could tell in the darkened room, she couldn't distinguish the exact colour of his hair but definitely not blonde, his voice huskily attractive, he smelt good too, which was always a plus with Gabriella and his smile, warm and friendly yet sexy too made her breath hitch in her throat.

"Why? What are you planning on doing?" she flirted in reply, her voice low and husky.

"Attempting to dance," he replied with a grin,"although I think I'll only end up making a fool of myself."

"You seem to be doing just fine."

"Uhm! I don't know about that," he chuckled as he missed a step and banged into her, "see what I mean?" he laughed.

"It's all about rhythm, just relax and let the music take hold," she advised turning to face him.

"Relax," he murmured, "right, I think I got that." He looked adorable with a concentrated frown on his face."

"It helps if you don't watch your feet," she suggested with a giggle. His head shot up, brown met startling blue and she was lost in that moment. His hands slid around her waist pulling her close while Gabriella could do nothing more than put her hands on his shoulders that somehow worked their way to the back of his neck by the time the second track started to play. Speech wasn't necessary, their eyes knew all the words as track after track played and they remained glued to each other. Gabriella licked her lips nervously unaware he was watching the action until he increased the pressure on her waist pulling her even closer to him as they both inclined their heads at the same time, lips met in a probative kiss, seeking, testing, tasting.

Eventually they walked off the dance floor with his hand at her back guiding her towards the bar where they collected a drink before finding a booth in a corner away from the music.

"Troy," he said with a smile. "Troy Alexander Bolton, for my sins." Gabriella giggled, repeating it in her head. She liked it. It suited him somehow. "Yeah, I know horrendous. My mother has a lot to answer for as does my father for allowing her free rein."

"I like it. I'm Gabriella, Gabriella May Montez for mine," she replied holding out her hand to him. He chuckled in response as he took her delicate hand in his. A fissure of awareness ran up her arm when he enclosed it within his larger slightly calloused one. He had an engaging megawatt smile that lit up his face and she was captivated, drawn to the open friendly smile. There was an invisible pull between them, a chemistry that defied all logical explanations. There was an inbuilt charm about him that relaxed her but at the same time made her heart thump wildly in her breast. Was it lust? She couldn't answer that. All she knew was she wanted to learn more about the guy with the cheesy chat up line. She discovered he too was in college in Albuquerque, New Mexico and had been persuaded to visit the bright lights of Vegas by a few of his friends before sitting his finals. He loved and played basketball, liked skateboarding, video games, movies and golf; typical guy things. He made her laugh with his tales and seemed mesmerised by her giggle, his eyes constantly flicking to her lips with a hungry look that brought a blush to her cheeks and stayed there. She told him she was in college in Los Angeles, stressing out over the finals only a few weeks away and was dragged here by her friend.

"I'm glad she did," he said moving closer and slipping an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm glad she did too," agreed Gabriella staring into his eyes. He leant over placing his lips against hers and she responded, her hand moving up to rest against his cheek. Troy pulled her close until thigh touched thigh, chest touched chest.

Gabriella felt like she was in a dream, a dream she didn't want to wake up from. He'd hypnotised her, drugged her with his magnetism even, until she couldn't remember her own name, only feel the pull of him. She couldn't get enough and wanted more, wanted to feel him around her, beneath her, inside her but in the booth in a public place would only lead to an arrest. Smiling seductively, she took his hand, leading him over to the bank of elevators, steering him inside and pressing the button for her floor. Troy pushed her against the wall of the metal enclosure, his lips teasing, coaxing, drawing a groan from her while his hands skimmed her torso, fluttering teasingly against the curve of her breast, moulding her hips into the curve of his....

"Gabi...Hey, Gabi, are you okay?" Sharpay's voice brought her back to earth. Gabriella blinked, the memories faded into the recess in her mind as she refocused on her friend.

"Yeah...why wouldn't I be?" she asked vaguely, blinking once more.

"Well if you were older, I'd say you were having a hot flush," stated Sharpay with a smirk and a kink of her eyebrow. Gabriella flushed even more, glaring at her friend.

"Was I?" she choked out after clearing her suddenly tightened wind pipe.

"Oh yeah, you were. I could have sworn you groaned too." Gabriella sent a startled glance at Sharpay. "Maybe I should ask for details, I could do with some tips to spice up my love life."

"Fuck off, Shar," growled Gabriella. Sharpay burst out laughing at her friend's obvious embarrassment.

"So that's how you met but how in hell did you get from meeting him to marrying him?" demanded Sharpay. Gabriella shrugged, looking uncomfortable.

"We...I...he asked me," Gabriella simply said. Sharpay's jaw dropped as she looked at Gabriella as if she had a screw loose.

"Yeah well so did Gary Benson in 12th grade but you didn't say yes to him. If I recall you shot him down with your acerbic tongue," recalled Sharpay caustically.

"I believe that was you," refuted Gabriella dryly.

"Was it? Oh well, you were glad I did," stated Sharpay with a smirk. Gabriella couldn't help giggling, nodding in agreement. "So he just asked you and you said yes?" she returned to the matter in hand, asking disbelievingly. This was Gabriella she was talking to, the cautious, logical, think before you leap friend who only got into situations which, she, Sharpay instigated. She didn't do spontaneity, didn't do anything wacky, off the cuff, spur of the moment, irrational things so what the hell turned her or rather, who? Gabriella sighed looking resignedly at her. Hell! She didn't do men full stop.

"Yeah," she reiterated softly.

"But I don't get it. Why?"

"He...I was spellbound, he made me feel cherished, loved, needed and he wanted me. Not just for one night but for ever and I was caught up in him. He was my first love, hell, my only love. I felt I'd known him all my life, he was my other half, my kindred spirit or so I thought and I didn't want to lose him. I know now it was madness but at the time it felt right."

"God help me! You are such a hopeless romantic, Gabi," muttered Sharpay shaking her head. "Why couldn't you have just spent the weekend fucking each other's brains out."

"Oh we did that," Gabriella said with a dreamy smile, "but it meant more than that," Gabriella added firmly, "to both of us."

"Sure it did," taunted Sharpay.

"It did," insisted Gabriella earnestly. "He must have gone for a run or something because he wasn't there when I woke up Sunday morning, then I got that phone call and my world just went into a downward spiral. I wasn't thinking straight," Gabriella said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. Sharpay cursed herself under her breath, reaching over to hug Gabriella. Gabriella stiffened her spine, shrugging Sharpay away. "Anyway, I called you while I flung stuff into our cases, left him my cell number and met you in the foyer and you know what happened after that." Sharpay nodded giving Gabriella a sympathetic look.

"So he...uhm...he never called?" probed Sharpay gently.

"No. He never did," murmured Gabriella sadly. Sharpay picked up her wine glass, sipping it as she thought back to that time and the events that occurred later. She gasped, nearly choking on a mouthful, her eyes widening as a thought occurred.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed randomly. Gabriella glanced at her with a puzzled frown. "So...uhm...he...does...oh hell! Is he..."

"Uh huh. Now do you understand? Now you know why I've been like I have been, he can't find me, Shar, not at any price," insisted Gabriella urgently, cutting into Sharpay diatribe, her frown deepening, her eyes beseeching. Sharpay gave her a level look before nodding.

"He won't find you through me," Sharpay promised only to get a worried look in her eyes, "but you have to talk to him some time, find out what he wants." Sharpay added insistently. "He sounded like he wasn't going to let it drop and I don't want him back at the shop. You've got to ring him," beseeched Sharpay. Sharpay stayed for another half an hour before finally leaving when Gabriella insisted, after promising she'd be okay and that she wasn't about to disappear into thin air.

After she left, Gabriella picked up the empty wine glasses and bottle, carrying them through to the kitchen before going into her bedroom, undressing and climbing between the sheets. She was unable to sleep however, her mind too full of images of the past. The key to the hidden recess of her mind had been turned rather like Pandora's Box and she couldn't catch them to put them away.

She had made it to the room still reasonably respectable, her hair was mussed up, her lips full and swollen but her dress was still intact, clinging to her curves, holding her tingling breasts, her tender nipples straining against the fabric looking for release. She only just made it though as Troy pushed her back against the door, the lock clicking with finality against her butt as his lips captured hers again, his hands skimmed her bare shoulders while her own fluttered to the hard wall of his chest, feeling the thump of his own heart that thudded at the same heightened tempo as hers. His hands slid her zipper down and the dress slithered over her hips, pooling at her feet. The cool air did little to help ease the heat of her skin as he peppered open-mouthed kisses down the exposed skin, resting on the swell of her breast as his hands curved on the underside, lifting her mounds to his eager lips. Gabriella moaned as desire rushed through her like a slick forest fire, heating each pore of her skin as his mouth covered first one then the other, teasing the buds to harden even more. Gabriella in mindless absorption flicked the buttons on his shirt one by one until his bronzed chest was bared to her, her hands ran with wild abandon over his toned abs, stopping to tease his pert nipples with her forefinger and thumb, smiling in satisfaction when an answering moan spilled from his mouth. Eager to explore more, she undid the button at the waistband of his jeans, slowly, tantalizingly pulling the zipper down then pushing them over his slim hips until he stood before her in black Calvin Klein's, his need only too apparent. Curiosity made her touch him and she was surprised at the heat emanating from him; a giggle bubbled up from her throat when he jerked at her actions.

"So you think it's funny, eh?" he growled, his sparkling eyes belied his roughly spoken words. "Don't you realise what you do to me? I want you, I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you," he continued huskily. Gabriella stared speechlessly into his blue, blue eyes seeing the sincerity behind the words and her heart soared; she'd never felt needed like this before. Troy swept her up in his arms, stepping out of the jeans that lay around his feet and carried her swiftly to one of the queen size beds, placing her reverently in the center before joining her.

With infinite care, he caressed every inch of her body with first his hands then his lips until molten lava ran through her veins following the track of his lips. He kissed her senseless, his lips a drug she couldn't get enough of . Allowing them time to catch their breathe he then moved to her eyes, nose, cheeks, earlobes before descending to her neck, drawing a moan of sheer joy from her lips when he found the secret spot that only stoked her inner fires more, his questing lips tasted, sucked and licked her neck before moving down to continue the sweet torment on first one breast then the other. Gabriella gripped his broad shoulders as shudders shook her body, sensations she never dreamed of flooded through her, pooling in liquid heat at her core. Needing to ease the tension building inside she started her own voyage of discovery as her hands wandered down the plains of his back, delighted when her touch caused the muscles to ripple and a groan spilled from his lips. She had been unaware of what power she wielded until that moment but once aware she used it. She let her hands run down to the indent beneath his waist only to be halted by the waistband of his Calvin's. She huffed in annoyance only for Troy to lift his head, sultry amusement evident in his eyes, a crooked smile on his lips.

"I never thought a little thing like that would stop you," he challenged huskily. Gabriella's eyes narrowed at the challenge and she pushed his shoulders, flipping him onto his back before pouncing, whipping his briefs from his body roughly only to gasp in wonder at the sheer beauty of him. He was magnificent. Then she wondered if she would be able to accommodate his trunk, nibbling on her bottom lip worriedly at the sheer size. With a shaky hand she let one finger run up his length only to hear him grunt as if in pain and her eyes flew to his, doubt evident in the mocha depths. With an encouraging smile he caught her hand, lifting it to his lips to nibble her fingers one by one, taking each one deep into his mouth. The act was so erotic Gabriella trembled with emotion. Troy, sensing her hesitancy, drew her down until she was lying beside him, capturing her lips to begin the seduction all over again, fanning the embers within her until they burst into a flame of need and want.

Gabriella writhed as he lowered his head intent on giving her pleasure after pleasure. Where and when he removed her briefs was a mystery but she didn't care as his fingers skilfully fanned the flames as they teased her most private place, flicking her tender nub sent shooting sparks throughout her nerve endings and she bit back a cry only to moan a second later when he inserted a finger into her wet core, stroking her inner walls that started her on a journey she had never been to before, white streaks of lightening flicked across her closed orbs as the tension grew more and more intense when Troy inserted a second finger, stretching her walls, pushing her further and further into the maelstrom of desire until she slipped over the edge, crying out as she reached her very first orgasm. Shudders racked her body as Troy kissed her flower before moving back up to drink his fill from her lips, his hands gently rubbing across her stomach as she slowly came back to earth.

"I...thank you," she whispered against his lips, stunned by her own body's reaction and by the guy who had made her aware for the first time of her own sexuality.

"Don't thank me, it was a pleasure," he assured her with his crooked smile. Gabriella smiled, she expected to feel embarrassed but with Troy, she wasn't. It felt right somehow. She stroked his cheek before kissing him, slowly, languidly, taking her time to explore the inner recess with her tongue, amazed at the pleasure she was deriving from such a simple act. Troy held her close, one hand stroking down her side before curving around her breast, his thumb stroking the tenderised nipple smiling against her lips when he felt her breath hitch in her throat. Slowly but surely he began stoking the flames until Gabriella was writhing beneath him once more. Settling between her legs, he gently pushed her thighs wide, watching her face as he rested his cock at the entrance to her passage, feeling the quiver of anticipation a moment before he slowly penetrated into the heat inside, feeling her walls enfold him welcoming him even as he pushed deeper only to feel the barrier at the same time she let out a cry of pain.

"What the fuck?" he thought as he tested the barrier, his eyes darting to her face, a question in the ocean depths that was answered the minute they locked with her. Shit!

"Gabriella, are you a virgin?" She nodded, biting her lower lip. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked as he withdrew although the thought of stopping was killing him. The question filtered into Gabriella's brain. Did she? Did she want to stop the pleasure she knew he could give her? Hell no! He'd already given her so much and she knew, felt it in her marrow that she wanted him to be her first. It felt right, he felt right. She'd known it the minute their eyes locked, he was her soul-mate. Pure and simple. She shook her head, winding her arms around his neck, urging him down to place her lips on his, to drink, to taste, to feel again the magic that existed between them. Troy groaned as their lips touched, her tongue licking, begging for admittance and he couldn't refuse, he felt bound to her with ropes so tight, he never wanted to be free.

Why hadn't she said something, made him aware of the situation?He'd have been more gentle or at least tried to be. He felt empowered, honoured to be chosen as her first. A great tide of emotion so strong flooded through him and he felt possessive for the very first time. She was giving herself to him, giving him the greatest gift she could possibly give; herself. She was his or would be very soon and his heart swelled with what? Lust? Love?

Gabriella wriggled beneath him, forcing his mind away from his chaotic thoughts and back to the current situation. Slowly his hands began their journey again, stroking the embers with even more care, his mouth ravished hers, teasing, caressing, demanding a response that she only too freely gave. His fingers coaxed, stroked, teased her body, finely tuning her responses until the little cries from her throat and her laboured breathing let him know she was ready and he positioned himself between her thighs once more, gently easing into her wet passage, her walls stretching to accommodate him as he pushed deeper. He took her mouth in his mouth, catching her cry of pain as he pushed through her barrier, her walls tight and hot, his hands stroking her as he felt her body tense beneath him, easing away the tension, his lips caught the single tear that slid down her cheek while resting inside her allowing her time to acclimatise to the foreign body buried inside until she told him differently, wrapping her legs around him forcing him forward going deeper and deeper into her cavern. Troy locked eyes with her, murmuring sweet words of encouragement as he began to slowly move within her, rocking gently, watching the play of emotions on her face change from a grimace of discomfort, to wide-eyed shock to delight as he stroked her walls, slowly building the rhythm as he withdrew only to surge back again and again until she lifted her hips, joining him as they worked together, driving up the hill towards the peak, both gasping as they touched the heavens only to tumble down the other side. Troy fell to her side, his breath rasping and shallow, gathering her trembling body into his arms, gently stroking her hair while they both bathed in the aftermath. She was beautiful, truly beautiful and she had given herself to him

"Why me?" he asked when he was able.

"Why not?" she shrugged. Troy raised himself up propping his hand under his head as he stared at her.

"Because you're not that type of girl, we just proved that," he replied shortly annoyed by her casualness.

"Be...because...How many twenty one year old virgins do you know?" she questioned, mocking her own status as was. Troy frowned, not liking the way she belittled herself.

"Stop that," he admonished. "What you just gave me was precious, the most beautiful gift I have ever had, the most beautiful gift you could give anyone so I'll ask again, why me?" Gabriella looked at him, her soft doe eyes still holding wonder, feeling the same magic swirl between them even though he was frowning at her.

"It felt right, you felt right, is all," she said simply, placing her hand on his chest. Troy glanced down at her hand so small and petite against his skin before glancing up, catching that innocent look of wonder as her words swirled around his brain. He couldn't argue. He had to agree, it had felt right, she felt right within his arms. It was where she belonged. Something swelled inside him as he gazed into her eyes and he reached for her, slamming his lips against hers, her soft pliant body moulded to his, her arms folded around his neck drawing him down, crushing her breasts against his chest as he felt stirrings of desire fill his body once more. Unable to resist her honeyed sweetness he tasted her again, felt the same blaze burst into flame as he loved her again, her untutored body learning fast how to please him, as he took them both on a ride to the stars that surpassed anything he'd ever experienced before. Limbs tangled in the afterglow, their breathing shallow and laboured, Troy pulled her close, noting how her body fit perfectly with his as she lay on her side, his body sheltering hers in the curve of his body as his hand rested lightly on her waist, possessive maybe but also protectively. It felt right; natural. He leant forward dropping a light kiss on the side of her neck at which she turned her head and he swooped taking the offer of her plump lips, tasting her unique flavour.

"Marry me," he whispered against her lips. Gabriella pushed him up to stare into his eyes, seeing the sincerity but also pleading within their depths, "Now, today,"he insisted.

"Why?" His blue, blue eyes locked with her chocolate ones and he beamed as realisation hit him.

"Because I want to wake up where you are until the end of time," he replied huskily, the sincerity shining through his eyes. His lips curved into a victorious smile when she nodded.

Christ! She'd been naïve, caught up in the bubble of sexual awakening. Gabriella groaned, heat flooding her body as she remembered with startling clarity. Even now she could still feel his lips, his hands working their magic, his hard body scraping against her own, his rock hard member, stroking, pushing, teasing, touching the base of her womb and feelings swirled and eddied within her, leaving her wanting, incomplete.

"Bastard! Why didn't you phone?" she sobbed into her pillow.

And I'll do anything you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Oh May, put your arms around me
What you feel is what you are
And what you are is beautiful
Oh May, do you wanna get married

I wanna wake up where you are