"I-...I better take the boys their blankets.." Mara says, walking around Gabriella, who in turn bites her plump bottom lip and grabs the blankets from her arms. She was going to take the blankets to the barn, even if it kills her.

"Just..you've been working hard-"

"I don't mind." Mara interrupts, pulling the blankets toward herself, but Gabriella's hold doesn't loosen and the young girl pulls them to herself as well.

"No really...just...let me-"

"I can do it Princess-"

"Gabriella, call me-"

"Gabriella, I can do it-"

"I said let me..."

"No..it's not a problem really it's not-" Gabriella tugs the blankets hard to her, stepping back abruptly; the force causing Mara to stumble back a tad. The older woman looks at her. "You can...you can take them-"

"Thanks." she mutters, turning around walking out of the cottage to the barn. Troy, Troy, Troy...stop it! Make me! Do you want me to make- "Who am I talking to?" she whispers to herself, finding herself already at the barn door; just as she's about to go inside-or at the very least, open the thing, she hears raised voices..

"So...you and this girl; kissed?" blush rose to her cheeks, there is a sound of something heavy being thrown through the air, and a body dodging. "Just asking!"

"It's none of your affair, Chad!" That...Gabriella's eyes widen and she nearly drops the blankets. Troy.

"Troy, come on...you snogged the PRINCESS...tell." she hears Chad say, Troy wouldn't say anything? ...would he? What is there to tell? Nothing happened. Except for snogging. Shut up!

"Chad...nothing happened...we just..we were just talking." Gabriella bites her lip, her hand resting on the handle to open the door. She hears Chad scoff softly, shuffling inside means movement of some kind.

"Uh huh...she's attractive-"

"Chad-"

"hear me out," she can imagine Troy rolling those beautiful blue eyes of his. "She's attractive, and a princess...and you're a prince-"

"was." She hear's Troy say, Chad sighs.

"My point is that...maybe...she being here...where you are is-"

"What? Fate? Destiny?" Her eyes widen, and her hand goes over her mouth as she leans closer to hear more.

"Maybe..." Chad says, sounding like he had moved closer to where Troy was; which was in front of the door. "But...she brings something out in you-Hey! Don't throw things!" the clatter of something hitting the wall on the far side of the barn is an meaning that is clear that Chad dodged what was lobbed at him. Gabriella squeezes the door knob, gulping down a breath.

"Chad..I mean it, it's none of your affair." She turns the knob slowly, as if not wanting to disturb anything going on inside. Like she is about to walk in on a private scene between two lovers.

"I'm just trying to say-"

"what? That me and her are meant to be together?" Why does that sound...nothing, never mind. It sounds like nothing. Gabriella thinks, shaking her head as she slowly pushes the door open, but leaving it a splinter width open. She's not wanting to be noticed quite yet.

"Yes." Chad says, "that's actually what I was going to say..." She hears Troy groan softly, when she sees him turn towards the door is when she squeezes the blankets to her chest and backs up almost 4 footsteps.

"What are you doing here?" Too bad it wasn't far enough. Damn it. She looks into his eyes, so blue, but with no sun to illuminate them they seem darker. Almost sinister looking. She swallows, looking down at the ground.

"I'm just er," she shoves the blankets at him. "here." Troy raises a brow, looking at the fabrics in her arms. She looks up at him, "take them-"

"We don't need them.." Troy says to her, rather harshly, but his words are cut off when Chad comes over along with his brother Michael. Their smiles big and warm like always. Michael clasps a hand on Troy's shoulder, pulling him backwards a little ways.

"Troy..." Michael says, his voice booming softly. It is only his name, but it's enough to make Troy only give Gabriella a look before stalking off toward the back of the barn and lean on the work bench. His fists clenching tightly. Michael turns back to Gabriella, taking the blankets from her. "Thank ya ma'am..." Gabriella nods, biting her lip.

"How much did you hear?" Troy asks, not turning around. Chad looks over his shoulder, grabbing a pillow and blanket from his brother at the same time.

"Uh..I-I...I didn't mean to over hear-"

"How much?" Troy says again, she looks down, suddenly it's like there is only the two of them again. She looks down at her feet, but looks at him through her thick lashes. He still hasn't turned around.

"I just...you were talking about me.." There's an awkward, heavy silence that is between all of them Michael and Chad not knowing what to say, Troy trying not to look at her, and Gabriella trying to keep herself in control and NOT run into Troy's arms and devour his lips in a wanton kiss and do...absolutely the most sinful of things to him.

Oh Lord! Is it hot in here? She thinks, shaking her head.

"You can sleep on the window bench.." Perry says, politely. It's late, and even now he himself isn't going to venture out this late. Not when his father is in a mood. Sharpay bites her lip, staring at Rion who is long since sleeping since they brought him to this shed.

"What about you?" She asks, Perry shrugs, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he rocks back on his heels. "I'll just...the floor is comfortable, I've fallen asleep there once-"

"The floor? But you're a prince-"

"I don't feel like one." He mumbles, stopping Sharpay's flow of speech. He shakes his head and holds up a hand to point to the window bench. "You sleep there...it's more suitable for a lady." And perhaps farther from the rather dashing man laying on my table-why am I thinking this? He shakes his head again of that thought. Sharpay nods slowly, letting a yawn escape her lips.

"If you insist your highness-"

"Perry. Just...call me Perry."

"Perry...thank you."

"Chad...Michael...can you give me and...Gabriella some time alone?" Troy asks, turning only half around with his fists still clenched. Gabriella is standing awkwardly at the door, her arms wrapped herself tightly as she bites her lip with a force that she's surprised they haven't started to bleed yet.

"Troy..." Chad says, "what ever you say in front of her..you can say with us here, right?" Troy turns all the way around, his face blank of all emotion.

"I think you should go...now." Chad's eyes narrow and his lips curl down.

"It starts..." he walks to the door with his brother, walking around Gabriella. She hears him mutter, 'ya think you know a guy..'

There's a silence. Troy and Gabriella just staring at each other, she hesitantly and slowly takes a step toward him. "I...I really didn't mean to over hear-"

"that was always a problem with you wasn't it?" Troy says, closing the gap between them as well. Why doesn't he sound angry now? He sounded...angry when Chad and Michael were in the same confined space. Suddenly he chuckles, grasping her wrist and pulling her toward him and resting his palm against her cheek. "Those two irritate me sometimes...I say and act how I need to get them to leave." Gabriella's eyes widen and she blushes a deep crimson when she realizes she said her inquiry aloud.

"I should...stop...talking.." Gabriella says breathlessly, the closed space between them (very little space) making her feel...a tightness all over her body. Suddenly it is overly warm and she can't stop staring at his eyes and lips...and..and HIM.

She leans into his touch. He smiles, an adorable smile it is! "It's always been your worst feature ...except..." he leans closer, and she feels her heart speed up. When his lips graze hers, but only barely, her eyes snap open and her hands go to his shoulders in effort to push him away.

"You..you...stop it!" she yells, shoving at him, but he only pulls her tighter into himself. Taking his kisses-so sweet and hot, melting her insides-to her neck, and with his hand sliding down the shoulder of her borrowed dress. "You..you...few moments ago...you yelled at me-"

"And I apologize deeply for it..." he mumbles against her skin, tracing circles on her bare shoulder with his thumb. When she shudders and falls against his chest, he begins to get bolder in his actions; turning around, he crushes her against the table and bars her in and then uses his hands to lift up the hem of her dress and slide his hands up her things. Smooth. Velvety soft. Curvacious.

How her skin would taste on his tongue..he wonders.

She shudders again from his touch, her hands that are balled into tiny little fists relax and flatten themselves against his chest and unties the strings that hold together the collar of his shirt. "M..mm.." she whispers, the sound soft as a psalm being sung to an infant child.

Troy moves the kisses from her shoulder to her neck, to her cheek then to her lips again. He licks her bottom lip, she willingly opens her mouth as her hands intertwine themselves in his hair. "Troy..." she whispers into the kiss. He slides his hands down to her ass, groping it softly before he lifts her up and sets her on the worktable. She too becomes bolder in her actions and wraps her legs around his waist. His fingers slide up her thighs and then to the corset she's wearing...corset?

"This..." Troy whispers, his voice hoarse and husky from the kissing. "Must go..." Gabriella's glazed over eyes look down to what he's pointing at (under her dress), she blushes.

"My corset.." her voice is more hoarse than his is. Troy nods, "Indeed...may I?" She bites her lip, looking down at his bulging crotch that is stabbing her folds. Thankfully they're covered.

"Gabriella..." he says, taking his right hand and placing it under her chin to make her see into his eyes. "May I?"

"I...I..." she buries her face in his chest, "I'm frightened all right...I've never done this...at all before." Troy looks at her, kissing the top of her head. "It's all right...can I tell you a secret?" she lifts her head slowly, he is smiling as he shakes his head and smooths her fly away hairs and whispers in her ear, "neither have I...we're both...new at this." His breath is warm on her neck, but that isn't what makes the smile appear on her face, it's the fact of knowing that they are both...the first that each of them will have.

"So.." He whispers once more, nibbling slightly on her earlobe. "May I?" she looks at him, biting her lip before a smile contorts her face and she nods wordlessly. Troy smiles, kissing her lips gently for another taste...and another...and another...

Their hands explore each other, her corset is untied slowly but then in a bout of frustration at the tiny buttons and knots, Troy rips the thing from her waist and breasts; ripping the complete front of the dress as well; exposing her. She felt...vulnerable. And wild. Like a young girl on the cusp of womanhood learning wanton ways of a married woman early on. She gulps, beginning to wrap her arms around her exposed self, but then Troy grabs her wrists and holds them out. "I want to see you..."

"I.."

"You've sure grown since I saw you last." she can't help but giggle at that, grabbing his face between her hands. "I was a child, like you were."

"Then we've both grown." he grins, she blushes, leaning her forehead on his. "Oui, we have..." she's breathless, and when his hands go to her breasts to squeeze and grope, she lulls her head back and curls her toes. This is...truly something she hasn't felt before. Was must now be betrothed to Perry? He's not..he's not Troy. No, he never will be.

"Hmm, Troy..my prince.." he slows down his playful groping, staring at her face. When she slowly opens her eyes, he plants soft kisses on her lips and then soon trailing them to where her chemise slides off her breasts and nipples, his tongue goes wild. She groans, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and wantonly rubbing her crotch against his.

"Troy...hmm..I...I..." her breaths are coming higher, faster. It's not until he begins sucking, and licking and biting her nipples that she tugs on his hair while running her fingers through it, she says, "I love you! I love you!"