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Named Let Love Bleed Red by Sleeping With Sirens
(Revised 9/10/13)


Troy's finger reached out and pressed the number 10. The elevator doors began to close and be joined me at the back.

"Top floor, huh?" I questioned as he pulled his body against mine.

It wasn't long before we left our friends at the bar. I was getting antsy—I wanted to leave—and Troy could tell. Plus, he had gotten rid of his buzz and was good to drive after a little while.

He nodded and dipped his head low to kiss my neck. My eyes closed as his lips moved over my skin. I missed this so much, not just the physicality, but the intimacy. The way he was kissing me I knew tonight wasn't going to be some last minute hook-up; this was going to be more. It's always more.

The doors opened and Troy led me out of the elevator and down the hall. His door was the last one on the end across from the doors to the stairs. But before he put his key in the lock he turned to face me.

"What?" I asked, stepping closer to him and grabbing onto his shirt.

He used both hands to cup my face. "We don't have to do this, Brie," he told me. "I want to, God I want to, but if—"

"Not buts," I stopped him and kissed him softly. "I want this, I want you."

He kissed me one more time before turning again to unlock the door. I held my hands at his waist and kissed his back. The door was pushed open and he immediately flicked a light on before dropping his keys.

"It's messy, I was never the cleaner," he pseudo-apologized while making way to let me walk in before him.

I dropped my purse on the same table he dropped his keys. My eyes scanned his apartment. It was just the right size for one or two people.

There was a nice sized living room full with a big, comfy tan couch and matching recliner. A dark wooded coffee table was in front of the furniture and a coffee mug was sitting on it, along with a Sports Illustrated magazine.

A flat screen sat on a TV stand with a PlayStation 3 stationed in front of it and an array of Blu-Rays and video games were surrounding it. There were bay windows lining the wall to let the light in and I saw that he had a nice view. On the far side of the living room was a space that free weights were sitting.

I looked the other way and saw a small dining room table with a bar a few feet behind it that had wooden curtains spread out across the middle of it, blocking the view of what I assumed to be the kitchen.

My head looked back at Troy who was leaning against the wall, waiting for me to finish accessing his apartment. "Do you approve?" he teased while walking over to me.

I noticed that his shoes were already off and his black button up was now unbuttoned. "So far," I answered with a nod.

"Well I guess I should show you the rest," he insisted while taking my hand.

I resisted and instead reached down to pull off my heels. Once I was done with that took off my easily removable jewelry and put it in my purse. When I was done I took his hand let him lead me down the hall.

The door at the end was open to reveal the bedroom. The bed was half made, only messy on the side he slept on. He was never a big roller when sleeping that was usually me. A TV was sitting the tall dresser next to the door and there were three doors, one leading to a closet and the bathroom, the other, a set of French doors, seemed to lead outside.

"C'mon, I wanna show you something," he said, breaking my evaluation of the room and pulled me over to the French doors. "This is why I really wanted the apartment."

The doors led to a balcony and I bit my lip while taking in the view. We used to love sitting on my balcony at night and looking up at the sky. Or during the day we would find stupid shapes in the clouds. Once he managed to talk me into having sex out there. I was so scared someone would see us or hear us, but no one did. We would do some foreplay out there, but never actual sex. I smiled at the memory.

We always did love balconies, huh?" I commented, looking down over the dark streets. There was no tall building on this side, so no chance at anyone peeking at anything, except for the neighbor, I guess, but his balcony was placed a bit further down the building. It was quiet out, peaceful even.

Troy came up behind me and grabbed my hands to link them together. He leaned against the railing, me in front of him, with our hands dangling off of the edge. "We did," he agreed against my neck. "I'm glad you came home with me tonight, Brie."

"Me too," I agreed and let myself relax. We were both quiet for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of him behind me and his face nuzzling against my neck. I squeezed his fingers. "How are we like this, Troy?" I asked quietly. "How are we apart, yet together? How are we best friends, but we both know we aren't somehow? How is this not awkward when everyone tells you it should be?" I questioned him as I turned around in his arms.

"For the cheesy answer, we're Troy and Gabriella," he stated and kissed me gently. "Fuck everyone else and what they think because we both know how we work. We're different and I honestly think our relationship isn't normal, but it's ours, so who cares?"

"I missed you, so much," I admitted, slowly sliding my hand up his chest to rest on his shoulder.

"I missed you too."

I nodded and looked up into his eyes. "Show me how much," I challenged.

Without another word his lips were on mine and his arms were underneath my butt to lift me up.I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me back into his room, remembering to kick the door closed behind him. He broke the kiss to lay me down on his bed and took the opportunity to slip off his button up. I followed suit and removed my shirt, leaving me in my bra.

I opened my legs and smiled up at him. Rather than coming to kiss me he just stared. I sat up on my elbows. "What's wrong?"

He responded by reaching down to touch my infinity tattoo. It was on the front of my pelvis and visible due to my low riding jeans. I got it after my rape, a reminder to myself that life goes on. In fact 'life' was written in cursive within it.

"I'm not the only one," I said, noticing the black marks on his right shoulder, he had a new tattoo too. Troy smiled before lifting his shirt off and my eyes widened at the sight of his chest, but not because it was well-defined. My mouth opened in shock and I couldn't speak.

On the skin above his heart was written 'Always' in my half-cursive handwriting, probably taken from a letter I had written to him during college or maybe even a note in high school.

"Surprised?" he questioned. I nodded wordlessly, my hand tracing over the letters. "That's not all," he added and then moved my hand over to his left shoulder. There 'Brie' was written in his own handwriting.

"When- before or…?" I looked up at him for an answer.

He leaned forward to kiss me. "This one I got before we broke up," he said while touching his chest. "I got this one after," he finished as he moved to my nickname written on his arm.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why not?" he countered, then pressed his lips to mine.

My hands found themselves in his hair, his silky, soft hair I adore. His new hair cut turns me on like no other, it's short on the sides and a bit longer on the top, but is always messy in such the perfect way.

He lowered me down to the bed again as our lips moved together. I loved his tattoos of me even if they did shock me. It was like branding him as mine and I understood why he loved my tattoo of him. As we kissed our hands explored each other. I miss the feel of him, I missed his hands, I missed everything. All too soon Troy sat up and looked down at me again.

"Anything else new I should know about?" he asked as my jeans became unbuttoned.

I shook my head while answering, "I don't know, you have to look for yourself." I lifted my hips and he pulled my jeans off, showing my black, lacy boy shorts style underwear.

He licked his lips then descended upon me, his kisses circling my pierced bellybutton as his finger hooked through the crotch of my panties so he could take them off. It left me only in my matching lace bra.

"I want you to know something," he said as he stared down at me.

"Hm?" I asked with my hands on his jean clad thighs.

He leaned over me with a hand at either side of my head. "I am going to eat the fuck out of you," he admitted boldly and I liked how rough his voice sounded. His forehead touched mine. "But I'm not giving you an orgasm until I'm inside you, until you squeeze yourself so tight around me I feel like I can't keep it in, but I'll be able to. Right now, I am just going to taste you because I haven't in so fucking long."

I nodded, breathless, turned on by his mere choice of words. As he looked into my eyes his finger found my opening and he must have liked what he felt because he grinned before moving down my body.

His hot breath tickled my wetness and made me shiver. His tongue hesitantly tasted me and I bit my lips to keep my mouth closed. My breathing picked up as he started to suck and lick me out perfectly. He didn't hold back and I fucking loved it.

How did I go without this for two years? Not just sex but Troy. "Fuck, Troy," I called out, unable to stop myself; I didn't care if he had neighbors. It was so good, his tongue was so perfect, his lips were warm, his teeth were so right. "Please…more."

At my begging he went faster and my body arched. I clawed at the bedspread and fought the urge to push him away because the pleasure was becoming too much. My bra felt like it was suffocating me somehow because I couldn't get enough oxygen. In one quick movement it was unhooked and castaway.

"Tro-ooy," I moaned, needing to cum. I needed the orgasm. I hadn't had one like this in two years.

Just as I thought I went over the edge his mouth pulled away and I couldn't stop myself from whimpering. When I opened my eyes Troy was licking his lips. "I missed that so fucking much," he stated and I felt him taking his pants off above me. As he kicked his pants off I pulled his boxers down.

"Going down on me?" I asked as I roughly swallowed. My chest was heaving, my legs had begun to tremble, and my hands were shaking. I needed this now. I had wanted to do something to him, but I wasn't so patient anymore. That was just so...it's like being away from it for so long made it feel ten times better. Holy damn I hope this lasts.

"That and making you squirm," he answered once he was bare.

I spread my legs again. "I love when you do that too," I admitted. "Please never stop doing it."

A look crossed his eye, but I couldn't identify it. He kissed my lips and his hand began to massage my now naked breast. I put my hand over his and squeezed. When he pulled away he got up in his hands and looked down at me. "How are you more beautiful now than before?" he asked, his eyes hovering over my upper body.

I pulled on his neck to kiss him. "I want you, Troy," I whispered as I wiped the little bit of sweat off his brow.

"I want to be in you," he confessed as he placed himself above me. I felt his tip against my clit and I rocked my hips into his so I could feel his tip a little deeper inside me.

I kissed him again. "I'm not stopping you."

"Just promise me you'll be here in the morning. I won't do this if it means you're going to just leave," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

My lips locked around his in a slow kiss and out tongues tangled together. "I'm not going anywhere," I promised quietly, moving my legs so my feet were resting on his lower back and I dug my heels in, a silent plead for him to enter me and he did.

I squeezed my walls tight around him, not only making me eyes close but his head fall into my shoulder. It felt like home. This is where I belong. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and rocked my hips in a signal for him to start moving.

He instantly took it and thrusted in and out of me at a perfect pace. "Brie," he moaned into my shoulder. "So tight," he mumbled, but that didn't stop me from squeezing my walls around him more. Hey, I am just doing as he said before.

It created so much friction, it felt so perfect, better than before maybe. He lifted his head and started to kiss me again. We had a rhythm together, our lips moved right, our hips moved right, everything was rubbing and creating pleasure and making me want to scream. I couldn't though, not with Troy's lips on mine, our tongues moving together.

"T-Troy," I stuttered, ripping my lips from his. His forehead rested on mine as he looked into my eyes. He plunged deep inside me and I moaned loudly. "I love you," I gasped.

He paused for a moment before going even deeper inside me. His rhythm didn't falter after that. Usually he makes it last longer, makes me suffer a little and work for it, but this time he as giving me what I wanted.

My body was trembling, my nails were raking down his back, and I felt my orgasm building. I ripped my mouth from his and took in deep breaths. "Tr-Troy," I stuttered. "I-I," I couldn't keep going.

"Just a little longer, baby," he promised and that was right when he hit a spot that made me let out a strangled noise. My G-spot, he always finds it. "There."

My orgasm was steadily building before, but now it was jumping, my body desperately wanted to go over the edge. I couldn't help but dig my nails into his back more and call out his name. It was becoming too much, too much pleasure, too much good, too much perfect, too much everything. Everything was beginning to feel like butter, I didn't know how much longer I could keep moving when my hold snapped.

I came with a scream and my body trembled all over, my toes curled, then my back arched and collapsed. Troy came inside me and moaned loudly before falling on top of me, his body giving out just as mine did.

Somehow I found the strength to lift my hand up and rest it in Troy's hair. He only rested on me for a moment before shifting off to the side and pulling out of me. I whimpered in argument but he just nuzzled my neck. My fingers massaged his scalp and kissed his forehead.

"I love you too."

I looked up at the ceiling, just realizing what I had let slip. Oh well. He took a hold of my chin and pressed a kiss to my lips. "I really do love you," I whispered.

"I know," he murmured and kissed me again. "I've known since I first saw you at your house again."

Of course he did. He's always one step ahead of me with this stuff. I may be the school smarts, but Troy's my street smarts. I got up on my elbow and pressed my lips against his. "Either it's been so long since I've had sex I forgot how good it was or you got better at it," I whispered with a smile.

"Hm," he chuckled and pressed his lips against my chest. "I think a little of both, although I haven't had that much practice in two years either. But I have had a lot of time to fantasize and read…" he trailed off with a grin.

"Read, hm?" I asked and I rolled so I was on top of him, straddling him. His hands tangled into my hair and I raked my nails down his torso. "I want to know what you've been reading up on." He simply nodded before bringing my lips back to his. This was going to be a long night.

It wasn't until almost six in the morning that we managed to keep our hands off each other. Troy fell asleep with me pressed against him and his hand rubbing my back softly.

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't sleep. I felt so much guilt for everything I had done to Troy, for breaking up with him, for not telling him why, for it taking us making love for me to tell him that I still love him. He deserved better.

I was so sure I could this. I could make love to Troy, tell him I love him, have those moments, and just leave the next morning. At least I thought I could. Maybe we would have some morning sex, eat breakfast, and he would drive me home, I don't know. After our talking tonight it felt like we were back together and I hated myself for it.

I felt horrible. We made love and he didn't know. We made love and he didn't know a man raped me. It made me feel dirty. It was like after my rape when I wanted to wipe everything off of me, I wanted to do it again. I wanted to go shower, not because I was just with Troy, but because another man touched me like Troy just did. It made me want to throw up.

How could I make love with Troy and not tell him? I didn't tell him I was raped, I didn't tell him about Robbie, I didn't tell him anything. I wanted to throw up I felt so disgusted with myself. He had the right to know before we made love again.

Vince and Sharpay are right. I am different now in some ways and it's the ways I am different Troy has to get to know. I can't be with Troy again until he knows. And God I want him back, I want everything back.

I want to cuddle up with him on the couch and watch movies like we used to. I want to joke around and tease each other. I want to kiss and tickle and be together. I want to be intimate and sexual with him. Now that we are older I want to be able to have sleepovers with no consequence and just be together like we always wanted. But we can't, we can't until he knows.

I got out of bed and grabbed my undergarments and Troy's button up to put on. I quietly left the room. Of course I can't leave, I won't. I promised I wouldn't. Even if I hadn't promised I wouldn't do that to him, I couldn't.

After I figured out how to turn a lamp on I began to pace the living room. Why am I so stupid? How could I think I could just do this with no repercussions...repercussions? Fuck Sharpay for being right.

Fuck Sharpay, fuck Vince, and most of all, fuck the guy who raped me. He ruined everything. He ruined the relationship with the man I love. I was willing to die alone rather than tell Troy, to never be married or have kids or anything because of him. He took away my freedom for a certain amount of time because I was afraid to leave my dorm alone. He took away my body because I let myself go, I gained twenty pounds and stopped caring and cut my hair off. He took away who I was and it's only now that I am finally getting myself back by telling Troy. And I have to tell Troy.

I heard quick footsteps down the hall and Troy appeared in boxers with a pair of basketball shorts in his hand. "Gabriella," Troy stated with a sigh of relief. "You're still here."

"Of course, I couldn't leave," I replied quietly, wiping tears from my face. I didn't notice I was crying until just then.

"I woke up and you were gone," he told me. "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong? We just had sex and you-"

"I what? Did I hurt you?" he asked his face full of worry.

I instantly took my head. "No, no, no, you didn't do anything, you were perfect."

He let out a breath of relief. "Then can we go back to bed and do this in the morning? I planned on it anyways," he insisted.

"No!" I practically exploded, more tears falling.

The tired look vanished from Troy's face as he realized my distress. "Baby, let's-" he stopped when I shook my head, but that didn't stop him from coming over to me.

"Y-You, I," I stopped. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? For what?" he questioned and cupped my cheeks.

I pulled away. "Don't," I whispered.

"Gabriella, tell me what is going on."

"You- I should have told you be-before," I stuttered out. I started pacing again. "I-I'm a bad person, you should have known before we- oh, God I am going to throw up," I said to myself.

Troy was quiet for a minute as I paced. "Gabr- Brie, what am I supposed to do here? You're scaring me," he admitted. "You have to tell me what you need to so we can get through this."

"Why I broke up with you!" I blurted out, whirling around to face him. "I'm a bad person, Troy. I- I should have told you before we made love again, hell I should have told you two years ago," I choked on my words and sat down on the step leading to the living room.

Troy knelt in front of me, his basketball shorts now on. "Tell me what is going on, Gabriella," he said softly.

I shook my head. "I didn't want you to know. Why do you think I broke up with you?" I questioned. "Sharpay is right; I am school smarts, not street smarts. I don't know how to handle stuff like this. But who knows how to handle stuff like this."

When I get upset I start to hyperventilate. My mom does the same thing. The only people who could ever calm me down quickly were my mom, dad, and Troy. After my rape I would wake up with nightmares and have small panic attacks, much like what I am feeling now. Shyanne also learned to calm me down.

"Brie, you need to look at me," Troy took control of my hands. My eyes found him. "It's okay, baby, I promise. I'm always going to love you, always. You need to breathe in and out evenly," he instructed and held my hands over his heart.

I felt his heartbeat. It was steady and calming. Knowing that 'always' is written beneath my hand made my eyes tear up. "I ca- can't tell you," I whispered weakly, taking in a very deep breath.

Troy parted my legs and scooted in between them. "Yes, you can. You can do anything and I am right here," he stated, patting my hands that were still placed over his heart. "I am right here and I am not going anywhere, I promise."

"I just…don't want you to look at me like everyone else did when they found out. I can't take that look from you," I admitted.

Troy rested his forehead on mine. "I need you to tell me what happened, then we can go from there."

My eyes squeezed shut. "I-I," I stuttered. I am so sick of stuttering, I just can't help it, I am just too upset. "I was leaving a party and there was a man, he- he-"

"Gabriella," Troy's voice was strained and deep. "Did he- Are you telling me that you were…" he trailed off.

I didn't have to say the word. He knew. I nodded with my head sagged over, facing the floor.

"Brie," Troy's voice cracked as he spoke. Without another word he picked me up bridal style and I buried my face into his neck, still crying. He sat down on the couch with me in his lap and laid a blanket over me as he rocked me back and forth to comfort me. He had never done that before, but it honestly did sooth me. I felt so protected in Troy's arms, in his lap, with his face nuzzling into mine.

When I began to calm down I felt so tired, but refused to sleep until Troy knew everything, until all his questions were answered. It is going to exhaust me, but I need to do it now or will only get harder.

I wiped my eyes and burrowed into his chest. "Do you want a drink?" Troy asked softly as his fingers ran through my hair.

I nodded. "Yeah, thanks," I answered as he got up. He kissed my forehead before heading off to the kitchen and was back in a second with a water bottle in his hands.

"Here," he handed me two Advil and the water, knowing I would get a headache after crying so hard. I settled back against the arm of the couch and Troy sat next to me, then put my legs in his lap. I cuddled into him again.

"I should have told you," I finally spoke up.

"Why didn't you?" he questioned.

"They told us in group the hardest person to tell is your significant other. I mean, how do you tell the guy you're with that another guy…that you were-" I stopped.

"How, I mean, wh-" Troy stopped himself. "Tell me everything you can, if you can."

I took in a deep breath. "I went to a party off campus. I wasn't having fun…I didn't feel like going out, Shyanne begged me, and- I just wanted to go home. Adam offered to walk me home real quick, Shy had other friends there to hang out with. I said no, I would be fine, it was only a ten minute walk back to the dorm." I stopped with a sniffle. "I should have said yes."

Troy didn't say anything, he just held me tight.

"I was almost back on campus when I noticed that this guy had been following me for a while, every turn, he even kept my pace. I started to get worried and was practically jogging when I was pushed into an alley. Quite the cliché right?" I laughed masochistically. "He threw onto these boxes behind a dumpster and there was a knife at my throat." Tears welled in my eyes again. "He told me to close my eyes and pulled my dress up over my head- He tore my underwear off and even kept it."

"Gabriella, you-" Troy started.

"No, Troy, let me finish," I stated sternly. Troy looked pained having to listen to me get so upset and describe what happened, but I'm not stopping.

"I do have to know, but we can take a break," he said softly.

I shook my head. "No, now. It'll be harder if I wait," I replied. "I heard a zipper and he told me if I screamed the knife would go through my throat. Then he, he um," I cleared my throat and sniffled. "Got inside me," I finished. "It hurt, it was like," I wiped away a tear that dropped down my cheek. "Like ramming a pole insi-inside me. I, I cried out and he put the knife harder against my throat, so hard I got a cut, and he told me to shut up. I was crying quietly the whole time...a-and when he was done he told me to wait ten minutes before getting up and he left."

"How long was...it?" Troy wondered.

"I don't know," I sniffled. "But it felt like forever. And I sat there in those boxes crying for I don't know how long. I was so scared to get up. I went back to my dorm and ripped my clothes off and showered for about two hours," I went on. "After a while I just sat down, I felt so dirty, so used, I literally wanted to rip my skin off."

"Did you report it?" he went on with his questions.

I nodded. "But I didn't see his face or scratch him, I barely fought back."

"That's good, Brie," Troy assured me and I looked up into his eyes. "They say not fighting back is better than fighting back. It could cause more injuries, even death, and make him be...rougher."

"I know, that is what the police said," I said. "I got a, um, rape kit. They examined me and took photographs of…everything," I hiccupped while rubbing my neck. I had a very light scar there still. "He used a condom, but they still tested me for STDs and everything. Thank God I tested clean."

"They never found him?" he questioned.

"They never found him," I confirmed. "I was the only rape around that time and they asked if I noticed anyone following me or something. I had never noticed anyone ever watching me or following me before. Just in case it was a stalker case they had some people watch me for the next week or so. After nothing happened it was decided I didn't have a stalker and it was a onetime thing. The police told me my case is cold not closed, but they'll never find him. Honestly, unlike every other rape victim in the world I don't want them to find him. I don't want to see his face or hear his voice or ever be in his presence ever again."

"I'm proud of you, you know," Troy admitted. "For being fully functional now, for being able to have sex with me, for pulling through everything, you're so strong."

"It took a lot," I admitted. "I was practically a recluse besides school; I gained twenty pounds, cut all my hair off, and didn't keep in touch with anyone besides my mom and Vince."

"Wow," he breathed.

"Yeah, my hair was up to my ears, I only wore sweat pants and hoodies, make up became a foreign object. It was bad," I explained. "Finally Vince came up to see me because he knew something was wrong. He got it out of me, took me out, made me feel safe. Vince convinced me to start going to this rape group, which honestly helped. I went there for a while, and then when they began repeating everything I went to a therapist, Grace," I told him. "She is the whole reason I am back together, her and Shyanne. They took care of me and made me become me again. Eventually I went out by myself, dressed like a girl again, began working out, grew my hair out, wore make up, everything. They pulled me back together."

Troy wrapped his arms around me. "Then I owe them a big thank you for getting you back."

"I never wanted you to know, I was so ashamed of myself. Of course through therapy I realized it wasn't my fault and everything, but I still couldn't tell you. That was the one thing Grace never got me to do," I said. "Call you and tell you."

"You told me now, that is what matters," he insisted.

I cuddled into his chest. "That is why I got my tattoo, I told myself it would never happen again. I even took self-defense classes, plus a lap dance class but that is a whole other story."

"Well that is a story I want to hear," he assured me, making me laugh.

"While we're getting everything out in the open," I sighed a minute later. "I slept with Robbie," I confessed. Troy's hands stopped rubbing my back. "It was at my family party right after my rape. I was completely drunk and upset and we had sex, but I couldn't even finish it. I pushed him off and left crying," I hurriedly explained. Troy was quiet. "Do you still love me?" I attempted to joke. He didn't answer. "If it makes you feel better you dick is a lot bigger-"

"Gabriella," Troy cut me off laughing. "Of course I still love you, I just don't like Robbie," he reminded me. "But I can't blame you since you were in such a bad place and going through so much," he assured me. "Plus the fact that my dick is bigger is an ego boost."

I laughed a little too. Troy's hands started rubbing my back again. "Have you...been with anybody?"

"Uh, yeah," he answered awkwardly. "Before I dropped out of Duke, in the last week of school your brother's threw a party. As my usual of that time I got plastered, but there was this girl. Honestly, she looked just like you. She did, but she didn't actually. We went upstairs and started to kiss and I just kept thinking how different it was, in a bad way. She was a little taller and I didn't like it. Her boobs were bigger and I didn't like it. Her hair was shorter and didn't feel as good and I didn't like it. We started to, you know, but like you I couldn't finish. I threw my clothes on and went outside and started puking. I wasn't even puking because I was drunk, I was puking because I was disgusted with myself, it felt like cheating."

I looked up at him. "I'm glad you like the size of my boobs," I teased.

He kissed me lightly. "Of course I do, they're perfect, they fit in my hand just right," he said. I blushed and bit his neck. "Hey," he laughed. "Then there was this girl before I became a firefighter, before I even began training. We didn't have sex, just hooked up I guess. We were both completely drunk, I barely remember it."

"I made out with Shyanne once, we're even," I mentioned, suppressing a yawn.

"You made out with Shyanne? What?" he questioned very intrigued.

I smiled. "It was a party, we were both drunk, and oddly there were either a lot of experimental girls there or a lot of lesbians. Either way, many girls were like making out around us and we just went at it for a while," I told him honestly. "Then Adam found us and freaked and took us home but wouldn't let us hug or anything for weeks. It wasn't bad, but I like guys better."

"You better," he stated. "I'm tired, you tired?" I simply nodded against his chest. Troy moved us so we were spooning on the couch and put the blanket over both of us now. It didn't take me long to fall asleep, but this time Troy made sure I fell asleep before he did. I know this because his hand was rubbing my back as I drifted off.

I slept so perfectly next to Troy, not even the text from Sharpay that beeped annoyingly fully took me out of my deep sleep. We texted back and forth a few times, but I honestly don't remember one thing we said. I was just trying to get rid of her.

When I finally woke up it was to quiet voices. I really didn't want to wake up, I hadn't slept so soundly in over two years, and it felt amazing. But I opened my eyes anyways, and then let loose a quick scream. It woke Troy behind me who say up quickly, obviously used to waking up unexpectedly since he is a firefighter.

"Mami, Sharpay?" I exclaimed, surprised, pulling my shirt on tighter. I should have buttoned the whole thing, but I kind of ripped it off Troy. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Tommy?" Troy questioned from behind me in the same surprised tone I had.

His friend was rubbing his ear, looking very sleepy himself. "I'm sorry, bro, they pounded on my door and she made me let you in," he accused my mother. "She dragged me up here by my ear!" he whined a moment later.

"I had to see it myself, that's all," my mom defended herself.

"See what?" I screeched angrily.

"That you and Troy are back together like Sharpay said," she informed me like I was stupid.

"How does Sharpay know?" I asked as Troy fell back to the couch behind me with a groan.

Sharpay held up my phone. "You texted me! We talked for like five minutes."

"I don't remember that, I was sleeping!" I exclaimed. "So you call my mother?"

"I was excited!" she insisted.

"Can I leave now?" Tommy wondered, clad in basketball shorts, showing off his own tattooed body.

Troy groaned. "Yeah, and leave your key. You can no longer be trusted," he said in annoyance.

Tommy frowned like someone kicked his puppy and tossed his key on the dining room table. "You women are damn lucky my girlfriend slept over last night and has the ability to make my morning turn right around," he stated as he closed the door behind him.

"Ew," Sharpay commented in a shudder.

"Can you guys leave?" Troy questioned cutely and wrapped an arm around me. "Yes, we're back together, yada, yada, yada," he said. "I work tonight so I'll be dropping Gabriella off later, you can hound her with questions then, okay?" he compromised with them.

My mom looked upset, but understood. She is way too involved in my life still; we need to have another talk. "Fine, but you better drop her off, Troy!" my mom threatened as they made their way towards the door.

"I'm sorry, G," Sharpay apologized while standing at the door. "I told her and she showed up at my apartment and made me bring her here and I knew Tommy had a key and-"

"Later Sharpay," I ordered pleadingly. She nodded and left. "Wow," I sighed and leaned back against Troy.

"What time is it?" my boyfriend asked. Boyfriend. That word makes me smile again.

"Ten in the morning," I answered while turning my body to rub his back.

Troy burrowed into the pillow. "So tired, not used to sex anymore," he mumbled adorably.

I stood up and unbuttoned the few buttons left of Troy's shirt. "Well, I don't know about you, but I need a shower," I stated as I dropped it on his head. He quickly removed it and looked up at me wearing only a bra and jeans. "You can join if you want," I said and walked away down the hall.

"Oh, I am so there, Montez," Troy stated and came after me.

I ran with a squeal down the hall and into his room, but realized I didn't know where the bathroom is and opened the closet instead. Before I could even go to the other door Troy scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder. "Troy!" I squealed as he brought me into the bathroom.

He set me down so he could turn the shower on. The bathroom was nice, a little bigger than I expected, and had a nice glass shower. When I looked back over Troy was already almost undressed.

"Warm enough?" I asked as I hopped out of my jeans.

Troy nodded, but before he could finish undressing or me for that matter, I pushed him in and came in after him. "Isn't the point of showering to be naked?" he laughed while my body was drenched in the warm spray.

I nodded. "Mmhm, but I like taking clothes off and it's more hott in the shower," I stated with a knowing smile.

His arms wound around my waist so he could pull me directly against him, letting me feel him already getting hard. "Have some experience there, baby?"

I got up on my tip toes and kissed him. "Not personally, but I came home to Shyanne and Adam doing it once, made it sound like a good idea."

"Aren't they virgins?" Troy asked in a smile before kissing me again.

"Mmhm, but I'm not and you know that first hand, so why don't you do something about it?" I challenged.

Instantly Troy had me against the wall and was kissing me. I smiled and hooked a leg up around his waist, then tugged him closer so I could feel him hard again. My tongue touched Troy's gently, teasingly as I continued to rub our crotches together. Just as I wrapped my arms around his neck and went to make a hop to wrap my legs around his waist Troy's hand made its way down my body and into my underwear. My leg instantly dropped.

He didn't let me pull out of the kiss though and bit my lip like I do to him when I'm horny. His finger went in to play with my clit. "You don't play fair," I moaned, letting my head fall back against the shower wall.

"Wouldn't you say I'm beyond fair?" he asked softly in my ear. "Seeing as, figuratively, I've been in your pants twice now and you haven't been in mine once," he reminded me before nipping at my ear and entering a finger fully into me and curling to hit my g-spot.

"I," I stopped and wrapped a hand around the wrist of the hand that was inside me. "Wouldn't let me," I breathed out after a minute of him fingering me.

My hips were rocking into his hand as my orgasm built. "You wouldn't let you?" he went on to question me.

Geez, I am so not in the mood for a conversation right now. "Shut up," I ordered, and then used my free hand to pull on his neck so I could bring his lips to mine. Troy smiled into the kiss and hit my spot faster.

"I'll oblige just this once," he promise and didn't stop or talk until I finally came. While I enjoyed the feeling Troy took my bra off and I didn't care to stop him. Since he was at it I felt my panties go down my legs, but of course to make it more fun he kissed down my legs slowly, especially at my inner thighs. Ugh, it's so sensitive there. Finally, he pressed a kiss to my vagina before standing again.

"I love you," I breathed softly.

Troy kissed my neck. "I know," he responded with his fingers rubbed over my nipples.

"Oh, no you don't," I ordered, pushing on his chest until he was on the wall opposite the shower head. "It's my turn, or should I say your turn?" I asked and pushed his boxers down his hips. I hung them over the shower door like Troy did with my own clothes. First I kissed Troy's lips while my hand went down his body and grabbed onto his penis.

"Haveta tell you, Brie," Troy started with his hands cupping my cheeks and cleared his throat when I started to stroke him. "I don't think it'll take you too long," he confessed, trying to keep his eyes open, but I know he wanted to close them. "Seeing you orgasm really gets me g-going," he actually stuttered like I do and his head fell back like mine did.

I stroked him for a good few moments and his hands moved down my shoulders. Once he was good and hard I got down onto my knees. Little droplets from the shower spray had fallen on him since my hand left, so I simply blew on it to start. Troy moaned from above me. I smiled and swirled my tongue around his tip before engulfing him fully in my mouth.

In response, Troy's hips bucked a little. I rested my hands on his hips and butt while his fingers intertwined in my hair. I applied pressure to my lips, which I learned can be important with Troy, as my tongue swirled and I sucked on him. I was actually kind of enjoying myself, it isn't like I've done this in over two years, when his hips gave an erratic jerk and he came in my mouth. That was very quick, he was right.

I swallowed like I always do and sat back on my haunches while I let the shower head get my hair wet again. When Troy calmed down I was standing underneath the water and rinsed my mouth out a few times. Troy is one of the few guys who honestly don't care about kissing after cumming. I mean I'm happy to kiss him after he eats me out, but sometimes it's nice to rinse your mouth out after.

His arms wrapped around me from behind and kissed my shoulder. "I probably should have asked this before we got in the shower, but do you have any non Axe shampoo and body wash?" I questioned as he still kissed my shoulder. It smells nice on Troy and all, but I'm not a fan of it on myself.

"Actually, yeah," he answered, surprisingly. "My mom left it here a month or so ago," he informed me. With a kiss he exited the shower.

I smiled and leaned my side against the shower wall. It is like a weight has been lifted off my chest. And I loved how he didn't ask me if it was okay before we got in the shower, knowing we would do something sexual. It was like he knew if I had a problem we wouldn't do anything. We didn't need the words beforehand. I loved it, I loved him.

Half an hour later I was squatting in front of Troy's fridge looking for something to eat. I'm positively starving. "For the first time I may actually make you a sandwich," I stated while standing and closing the fridge with my hip.

Troy chuckled and poured me a drink. "You know it's kind of hott knowing you aren't wearing anything underneath those clothes," he mentioned with wagging eyebrows.

I looked down at my jeans and Troy's gray button up I have tied at my stomach and only buttoned to the small valley between my breasts. "Well my bra and panties are wet," I reminded him.

"I'll show you wet," he replied and slapped my on the ass.

"Hey!" I laughed, going to stand next to him with the lunch meat and cheese. "Where are your knives?" I asked.

Troy slipped his hand down in between us, which was a very tight space, and grazed my crotch before opening the drawer, causing it to hit my hip. "Right here," he murmured.

I moved so he could open it all the way. "Today is going to be a long day," I sighed happily as I leaned over and kissed him.

During the kiss Troy reached down and lifted my knee to put me on the bar. "I think you mean physical day," he corrected, taking the knife out of my hand. "I'll make the sandwiches; you just sit there and look pretty."

"I don't know might be hard. I mean, I don't even have my bra to keep my boobs up," I breathed as a joke before taking a sip of my drink. In response Troy made a move to lean over and bite me. "Hey!" I repeated, and then kissed him. "So you never told me what that other tattoo is for, the cross."

Troy nodded. "My grandfather died about eight months ago," he told me. "It's for him."

I choked on my drink a little. "Your grand- like your dad's dad? The man who was practically your father growing up?" I questioned him.

He nodded again. "Just the one," he answered. "It was during one of the very few weekends I went up to Arizona to see my family," he told me. "I, of course, went to see him. My cousins were there, so it was a nice little get together. The next morning we went to wake him and he...he was gone."

"Troy, I'm sorry, baby," I apologized while squeezing his shoulder. "You two were really close, he loved you so much."

"Yeah," he coughed. "My, uh," he stopped to talk to me. "My cousin, the one who still lives there and gets to see him more often, said he was waiting for me, you know," he told me. "My family isn't close like yours, but my grandfather and I, we were always two of a kind," he went on. "We were so alike and when his health began to fail I went up to see him. It was all everyone could talk about at the funeral, how he waited to see his favorite grandson before passing away, like he was just holding on for me."

"That's...kind of sweet, actually," I mumbled, rubbing his shoulder.

Troy nodded again. "Yeah, we talked for hours the night before he died. We talked about my training and some of his old firefighting memories, it was great," he admitted. "So when he died I got something to remember him by plus he left me some money to help pay for it, to help pay for everything, actually."

"Would it be rude to ask how much?" I questioned while taking another sip of my drink.

"About fifteen thousand," he answered, making me spit the liquid out of my mouth and start to cough. "You okay there, babe?"

I nodded. "Sorry," I croaked. "Just surprised me."

Troy finished my sandwich. "Most of it sits in savings, I invested a little, plus I have my own income, and once I dropped out of college and passed my test to become a firefighter here my mom gave me the rest of my college fund," he informed me. "And since I didn't finish, it was a nice chunk of change to add onto all of it," he went on. "In the end I'm taken care of, which means you're taken care of."

"Holy damn," I commented. "Yeah, you know, I don't have a job or much savings or anything, I'm cool too," I mentioned with a shrug.

Troy laughed and handed me my sandwich. "You're gonna get the job at East High, I know your dad is saving money to give you once you get married, and I wouldn't care if you were penniless, I'd still be with ya," he assured me. "I just wouldn't give you a debit card to rob me blind," he joked.

"Ha ha, very funny," I replied. "Worst comes to worst I'd just make you pay for sexual favors."

"Hey, it'd be worth it," he insisted. "I mean, it's been two years, Brie, that is a lot of time for a man to fantasize."

I nodded. "It's a lot of time for a woman to fantasize too," I agreed. "And I have a whole lotta lingerie you have yet to see, Bolton."

Troy grinned as he finished his sandwich and hopped up onto the bar with me. "Oh yeah, wanna describe some to me?" he wondered.

"Let's just say I went through a phase when I was into fishnets," I stated before taking a bite of my sandwich.

"I love when you talk dirty as you eat," Troy joked, making me cough again and him laugh for a good minute.

When my throat was cleared I leaned over to him. "Thank you for making the sandwiches," I whispered against his lips with a kiss.

"You're welcome."

Troy and I spent the whole day together. We dodged calls from everyone and word spread out us getting back together quickly. Chad and Taylor called, Ryan and Kelsi called, my mom and dad called, all my siblings called, some of the firefighters called, it was crazy. Eventually I just turned my phone off, but Troy couldn't in case there is some fire emergency, but he did unplug his landline.

We talked, we ate, we made love, we watch TV and movies, we cuddled and slept, it was the best day I've had in two years. I didn't want to leave, but Troy had to work overnight and we promised my mom I'd come home tonight.

I didn't want to leave him, but I had to. We probably made out in his car in front of my house for a good ten minutes. Then I refused to go in my house until the car was out of sight. Inside was scary, there would be questions, and comments, and jokes, but it's my family and I have to face them.

I went in quietly and set my purse down just as silently. My plan was to get upstairs and change before talking to them, but of course they were all in the living room, every single one of them.

The whistles and clapping erupted as soon as I showed my face. "My little sister doin' the walk of shame!" Lucas called out over everyone, causing laughter to envelope the group some more.

I blushed profusely. "I'm not ashamed!" I exclaimed, extremely embarrassed.

"So how many times did you do it?" Serena asked with her feet in Kris's lap.

"Serena!" a bunch of us scolded. It isn't like my brother's want to know about my sex life.

"Come on, you didn't do it once?" Serena pressed on.

I shook my head. "No, not, um, once," I mumbled with a blush. "Technically."

My sister's whooped with glee while my brother's groaned collectively. "You go, girl. You still go that Montez in ya," Belle complimented.

"Can I go change now?" I questioned with pink cheeks.

"Why? It's not like you were wearing that all day," Serena teased.

I groaned, trying not to smile a bit. "That's it, I'm gone! Call me when dinner is done!" I ordered and stomped off to my bedroom.

I am never going to live this down.


Thought you deserved a long chapter. I was gonna stop it as soon as Sharpay and her mom left, but thought you all deserved a little more fun.

Tell me what you think please! It means a lot. Did you like the sex scene? Want less of them? More? Intimate or more kinky? Let me know!

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- Kayleigh