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Chapter 12
"What. The. Fuck. Was. I. Thinking?" Gabi gritted her teeth as she went to get out of the limo that Jeremy had sent for her and realised she couldn't move in the very tight, very sexy red Chinese dress she had been sent from his fashion house.
"Well at least it looks good;" Troy assured as he used both his hands to pull her up; the straight, long skirt allowing her no room to walk.
The red; floral printed material was divine; and it wrapped in the middle to accentuate her waist. The embossed neckline was a deep 'v' that cushioned her un-supported breasts and she felt self conscious about showing that much of her cleavage without a bra to hold her in place.
"Tell me if my boobs are falling out," she whispered to him and he raised his brows with a pursed smile.
"Is that my prize for coming tonight?" He teased and she rolled her eyes.
"I mean it, this kimono thing might look great but it's a nightmare to wear…"
She had on red silk toeless shoes to match; her hair twisted and fastened with a black chopstick decorated with beads; her look oriental and fitting with the dress. She took a deep breath before she let him shut the limo door and then she took his hand and led him down the walkway and into the club that housed the party.
"Gabi Montez plus one," she told the doorman and after a few minutes they were let inside.
"Oh jeez, I should have gone with Dolce and Gabbana;" Troy derided of his black suit from the high street.
"Shut up, you look amazing," she kissed him full on the lips to evidence this fact and he was startled by her public show of affection.
"Ah…You look like you need to go mingle," he suggested of her distracted look and he took her bag to the bar while he ordered drinks and let her do her work.
Jeremy spent a lot of time with her and when Troy came over to hand her a drink, he found the designer with his hands tracing the curves of Gabi's waist.
"Ah, Troy!" The man called and Gabi bestowed him with an affectionate smile.
"Uh, yes sir?" He answered nervously, swiping his palm before he held out his hand for shaking.
"You have a very beautiful woman in Gabi," Jeremy told him. "She's perfect for my range…"
Troy licked his lips and nodded. "The dress is great…"
"And her waist!" He enthused, drawing the hour glass shape with his hands, and then kissing his fingers like an Italian. "Gorgeous."
"Thank you," Gabi blushed, grabbing Troy's arm and he looked down at her in surprise, leaning toward her to show his support.
"You two look very happy together…" Jeremy smiled and moved onto the next group of guests, leaving Gabi to wince.
"My feet are killing me already…" She frowned.
"Take off your shoes," he told her firmly and she gave him her look.
"Who's gonna know? You'll just be shorter; they can't even see your feet…"
"The dress might drag…" She worried.
"Who cares, it's not your dress and your feet matter more…"
She subtly bent and slipped off her painful shoes.
"Do you want me to hold those, too?" He asked dutifully and she tilted her head.
"No, but I want you to kiss me;" she grasped the back of his neck and brought him down for another kiss.
"Troy Bolton?" An incredulous voice asked; bringing Troy up from the short kiss he'd barely got to share with Gabi.
"Chris Pullman…" he recognised the good-looking model he went to school with.
"No offense, man, but I never thought I'd see you at one of these things…" Chris said.
Troy shrugged, linking hands with Gabi who was at his side, clinging to his arm. "It's because of Gabi; she writes for a fashion magazine…"
Chris held out his hand and greeted Gabi, then turned back to Troy.
"You did good;" he smiled.
Troy nodded. "Well, we haven't danced yet so I'll maybe see you later…"
"Oh, sure," Chris winked and Troy looked down to Gabi.
"Wanna dance?"
"I'd love to," she smiled up at him and they managed a close, slow dance in her dress and that was about all.
"I could get used to this," Troy teased as he held her tight while she grasped onto his neck with both hands; her fingers playing in his newly short hair.
"You mean you like these parties?" She was surprised.
"No, just getting to dance like this with you," he amended and she kissed him quickly.
"You turned into Mr. Romantic all of a sudden…"
"I was told it's the key to a girl's heart…" He shared and she giggled.
"Your mom?" She guessed and he grinned and nodded.
"Troy; before all this started- you were still the same guy you know…nothing's changed," she commented, thinking about Chris' statement that he didn't expect to see a guy like Troy at this party.
He tilted his head and considered her. "But I have you now…"
"That doesn't change you," she smiled bemusedly.
"It makes me considerably cooler…" He recounted and she stroked his neck.
"I don't believe that…"
"It's true. There's a guy envying me right now behind you and that never would have happened before;" he explained and she twisted to see Chris hovering on the sidelines of the dance floor, watching them dance.
She pursed her lips and eyed his lips. "Shall we make him even more jealous?"
His grin was slow and mischievous before he bestowed her a kiss. "I think it's home time…"
"But I didn't even get drunk yet…"
"Oh, how I miss that," he teased.
"I wasn't that bad," she blushed lightly at her vocal dreams from before when she got drunk.
Troy brushed his thumb over her cheek and met her eyes. "No, you weren't."
Somehow, all their words melted away and their was only touch- only kissing as their mouths met and neither one of them seemed to care where they were or who was watching while they wrapped themselves in each other and let the last few fraught days blend away into sudden bliss.
"Get a room," a warm male voice recommended into Troy's ear and he broke the kiss; swallowing heavily as he looked into Gabi's eyes and saw the same passion he felt.
"Chris," Troy cleared his husky throat and focused on his old friend.
"Can I borrow your date for a dance before you head off?" Chris enquired, his sparkly gaze flickering down Gabi's form.
Troy looked to Gabi; then to Chris, knowing the 'old' Troy from their school days would have said yes and given his partner up. He even wondered if that's why Chris asked; because normally he would be only too willing to accommodate someone else's feelings. Only tonight, he didn't feel much like sharing Gabi with anyone. He'd only just got her back and he wasn't ready to let her dance with anyone but him.
"Actually we're going now," he answered with a strong, husky voice betelling of their desire. "Maybe next time?" he suggested and Chris looked to Gabi and pursed his lips.
"I'm sorry I missed the chance to get to know you properly…" he added.
Gabi smiled at him faintly and grasped Troy's hand.
"Me too," she told him lightly, not really meaning her words.
"Have good night," he told the pair of them and Gabi looked to Troy.
"I'll just pop in the ladies and then we can go," she told him to which he nodded.
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"You're still here, then…" A smooth voice murmured behind Gabi as she slipped from the ladies room to dash out and meet Troy.
She turned to find Chris there.
"Just leaving," she motioned her haste.
"I just wondered how you met Troy?" He sidled up to her and gave a suggestive smile.
Gabi pursed her lips and tried to fathom Chris' game.
"Through a friend…"
"It's just he's not really the kind of guy that girls usually fall for…"
Did he really just say that, Gabi frowned?
"Well I did," she affirmed.
"A woman like you could do a lot better," Chris added thoughtfully as Gabi jutted her chin.
"You mean you?" she smirked.
Chris squinted. "How do you know until you try?"
"Because any guy who has to stand there and bring another guy down is not a guy I would be interested in;" she quipped and turned to go, fire burning in her veins for the man-geek she had fallen in love with.
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"Mmm-mm" Troy strangled out his protest as Gabi grasped his lapels and pushed him up against the hallway wall for another kiss. "Jesus, Gabi…"
"Sorry…" she pulled away and swallowed, pink tingeing her cheeks as she remembered this was Troy she was with, not some guy she picked up on a Saturday night who wanted to go hot and heavy. She silently blamed Chris for firing her up.
She stepped back and brushed down his jacket, turning to gain her composure. When she looked back to him; she found him right behind her, his blue gaze intense.
"I meant, 'Jesus you're amazing', not 'Jesus I don't like this'," he clarified and she smiled weakly.
"Well, we should go," she suggested and he snapped back into escort mode, leading them out to find a taxi.
"Gabi!" Sharpay Evans called Gabi's name from behind; seemingly having staggered out after her and she turned to greet her friend.
"Hey, Shar," Gabi hugged her; a soft affectionate smile on her face. "What are you doing, you're drunk!"
"I'm going to the Venom Club, are you coming?"
Gabi pursed her lips. She might have been had she not already planned to spend some quality time with Troy, just when things were back on track, too.
"No, I'm going home with Troy…" Gabi casually tipped her chin over her shoulder to signal Troy standing in the taxi queue.
Sharpay looked over, too and squinted. "Which one is he? Hopefully the hottie smiling this way…"
Gabi turned and creased her face at the tall, dark haired model smiling at Sharpay. "No! Don't be silly, the guy in front of him…"
Sharpay looked again, and then frowned. "Him?"
Gabi felt the hairs on her arms rise in defence. "Yeah, him."
"He's a little young for you isn't he?" Sharpay remarked.
Gabi blinked. "By a couple of years…"
"Gabi, he's a dork." She plain spat out and it was Gabi's turn to frown.
She lifted her chin just a little. "He's amazing actually…"
"Hey, do you want my jacket?" Troy's soft, concerned tone broke in to confirm his amazingness and Gabi looked up to him with a grateful smile.
"Thank you," she kept her gaze locked with his for a moment. "Uh…meet Sharpay one of my fashion friends…" Gabi added.
Sharpay looked him up and down and managed to shake his hand. "Hi."
Troy smiled bemusedly at her lack of interest in him. "Hi there…"
"Gabriellaaa…" Sharpay whined and Gabi gritted her teeth.
"I have to go now, but we'll catch up next week for lunch?" She suggested and turned to end the conversation, only she didn't see Sharpay grasp Troy's arm.
"You don't belong with her," Sharpay told Troy while Gabi's back was turned and he frowned at her words; following Gabi back into the queue.
They sat in the taxi holding hands; Troy's other thumb brushing over his lower lip contemplatively; his eyes in the far distance and his focus not inside the cab where Gabi watched him carefully.
"Are you ok?" She checked.
"Huh?" He looked over and looked away again. "Yeah…"
"No, you're not," she challenged.
"I will be," he offered, meeting her gaze again.
"What's wrong?" She wondered.
"Nothing…"
She nodded; knowing there was something wrong and that he was lying, but she couldn't force it out of him. Instead, she changed tack.
"What are you doing this weekend?" she enquired. "I thought we could have brunch on Sunday…"
Troy frowned. "Uh, I'm not sure; I think I have a paper due…"
"You need to work all weekend?" she asked.
He looked at her again. "Your friends don't think much of me," he broached.
She scoffed. "One of them. Sharpay has always been fickle…"
"I guess there's Chad, Ryan and Jason on my side…"
"And me," she added softly, lifting his hand to kiss it.
He smiled across and she tilted her head.
"When do I get to meet your friends?"
Troy smirked. "You did- in class."
"I mean outside school, why don't we go bowling or something?"
"Gabi I don't doubt that you'll fit in with my friends just fine but do you really think I fit in with yours?" he worried.
Gabi shrugged. "The fashion pack, probably not. But who cares?"
"I don't want you feeling like you have a dork for a boyfriend…"
"Troy…" Gabi sighed and closed her eyes; realising the taxi was pulling up at his place. "Am I staying over?" she asked, wanting to continue their chat.
Troy nodded and paid the driver; taking Gabi by the hand up the path and through the house, up to his room. He closed the door and looked at her, incredibly beautiful in her satin dress and her make up a little softened from their night of partying.
He didn't speak, but then he didn't have to. He hated it when he lost the power of speech and just stood there, all geeky and awkward with nothing to say. But Gabi did the talking for him. She zipped off her dress, pooled it at her feet and stood in her panties and shoes only; her breaths hitching nervously in and out of her lungs while his gaze arrested her.
And then she stepped toward him, just twice to reach him and when she did she wound her arms around his neck and pressed close; the perfection of her feminine flesh stunning him into silence beyond his already wordless state.
"I love having a dork boyfriend…" she told him, reaching up to kiss his mouth but she paused when he didn't move.
Her thumb brushed down his ear as her fingers splayed into his cropped hair and she tilted her head and studied him with a little concerned pout and it took him two seconds for him to change his mind and take advantage of her kissable mouth.
She was practically naked in his arms and he couldn't hide his little growl of approval as his arms crushed her closer; seeking more of that soft, rounded flesh that decorated her body. He didn't know where to touch first, where to taste; all he knew was that he wanted to- and he wanted to do it all in one go and not inch by inch like he was now, along her shoulder, down her collarbone.
He hoped to god his hands were soft and sensitive and not ravishing her tanned skin the way his mind imagined he could and he prayed that the delicious curves of her body would wait while he owned them because he felt like he could own all of her if she kept kissing him back the way she was now.
"Troy," she panted as he bent her backward, over his thigh and she grasped his arms for balance.
He knew what she was asking and he didn't know if he felt ready to give it; but he owed her that much. She was stood there in all her naked glory and he hadn't even taken off his jacket and he knew she wanted to undress him as much as he wanted to undress her.
He swallowed and waited while her hands did the work, softly, slowly, checking his face for signs of discomfort as she went.
First went his jacket, then his shirt after painstaking buttons being undone and finally there was his vest. The only barrier between him and her curious hands and she paused before tucking her fingers into his trouser belt.
She looked up, all hazel eyes and swollen lips and he was mesmerised by her- under some kind of spell. He had to be because he would not have let her fingers trace up his cotton top and peel the fabric away otherwise. She surely had a spell over him for him to be okay with that…
He groaned out as the feel of her hands against his skin kicked alive a number of colourful lights behind his eyes; something he hadn't felt for so long- the simple pleasure of being touched this way.
Gabi…His throat was too clogged with desire to speak, but her name was there, on his tongue as she stroked his body to signal her own pleasure at his form.
"You are amazing Troy," she murmured, reaching to kiss him again. "Inside and out…"
He could only kiss her back, it was all that his transfixed state would allow- just to kiss, with his tongue and his body to hold her close.
And eventually they fell on the bed. He didn't know when- he wished it had been sooner because when he was between her thighs and rubbing his skin to hers, he felt more alive than if he'd been hit by an electric bolt.
"Gabi…" he managed to croak out his utter need for her; his body rigid and telling and hers small and shimmering beneath his.
Her fingers ran through his hair, over his body. His kisses brought her to the edge of her control and she found a condom somewhere in the midst of their wordless passion; applying it with shaky hands.
"Troy," she swallowed, asking him if this is what he wanted only he couldn't think of anything else and once he had touched her deep inside, he knew he wanted to bury himself there and never come out alive.
There were rainbows there; and pretty lights; and god, there was twisting, aching pleasure-pain as his body thrusted to find more and quivered to hold onto the sunshine.
Troy cradled her, made love to her and cherished her all in the way his body moved, the way he kissed her tenderly throughout and in the words and sounds he made while they came together; united.
Gabi panted fast, harsh breaths in and out as she fell from their silver cloud and drowned in the waterfall beneath.
"Are you okay?" He frowned, brushing his thumbs over her face gently, frozen over her body.
"I …couldn't…breathe…" she said between gasps; feeling the aftermath of her incredible orgasm shimmer her body.
"I know the feeling…" Troy pronounced, still climbing down from his high.
He kissed her temple lovingly; then her mouth.
"Wow." Was all she managed as her sharp eyes met his.
"What just happened?" he asked, equally stunned.
"We did it;" she smiled slowly, housing his larger, heavier body still.
"I need to move…"
"Yeah," she agreed, and then snuggled into his side once he rolled onto his back. Her fingers went straight to his chest- the one part of his body he still felt self-conscious about.
He swallowed. "So you like it then?" he asked of his torso.
"What, sex?" She enquired with a dirty smile in her voice.
"No…my…uh…" He paused, realising he sounded ridiculous even mentioning it.
She knew exactly what he was talking about though and let her hand glide all the way down his muscled front. "Oh, this?"
He nodded, even though a smile lit his lips at her playfulness.
She leaned over and kissed his pec. "I love every part of you, Troy," she assured, then panicked when she realised she had practically said 'I love you'. She knew she had already told him that back at Uni; but he hadn't told her he felt the same yet and she didn't want to sink him down with her feelings. In fact, there still might be time to make light of the situation, she mused, there was still time to-
"I love every part of you, too."
Huh? Gabi jerked her head up and looked him in the face.
"You do?"
He smiled his slow, sexy grin at her and she felt her insides jump up and down in excitement.
"Yeah."
She kissed him on the lips and nestled back into his chest.
