Hey all…not too much to say folks…Just enjoy and you know me well enough by now, to know what I'm going to say…as always let me know what you think…Love Tink. xxx

Gabriella felt lightheaded, sick with nerves and too much champagne on an empty stomach, as she preceded Troy to their suite. Was this where things would change? They were no longer in the spotlight now, was this where Troy's true motives would be revealed? She didn't know what would emerge and she found herself wondering how much of their wedding was real and how much was playacting?

Crossing the room she switched on the lamps, casting the room in a soft glow, as she headed outside onto the balcony, alone with her thoughts.

Troy entered the room silently, holding a chilled bottle of champagne and two delicate crystal flutes. Glancing around, he finally saw Gabriella stood alone. outside on their balcony, seemingly lost in her thoughts. He studied her unobserved, as she stood looking out to sea, her long gown rippling softly in the breeze, and a faint glow around her. He noticed everything, the lines of tension in her posture, the way the gown fell around her, the soft tendrils of hair which escaped from the elaborate arrangement on her head, whispering in the breeze, the ends caressing the nape of her neck, making his fingers itch to touch her.

He joined on her on the balcony, enjoying the slight breeze in the heat of the balmy night. Gabriella jumped as he approached, her eyes taking on a slightly panicked looked, betraying her otherwise cool façade.

"Calm your nerves" he offered her a flute, with a slight smile, a peace offering.

"Who said I'm nervous…I'm just missing Ana" she said, her defensive tone not unnoticed by Troy.

Troy sighed, his little daughter springing to the forefront of his mind "I do too, but Gab, it's only for one night…your mom went to a lot of trouble to arrange this"

She shrugged slightly, swallowing her champagne, enjoying the feeling of the little bubbles fizzing on her tongue, tickling her taste buds "I know, it's just…its just too much Troy"

He looked at her for a long moment, his fingers burning with the need to touch her, hiding a sigh he reached out and touched an errant curl, tucking it behind her ear, his thumb stroking over her cheek in the process.

She stiffened at his touch and moved away from him and he let her go, watching, as she gulped down her champagne.

"Don't Troy" she warned over her shoulder.

"Why not Brie, we're married, it is allowed you know" he teased, needing to lighten the tension that surrounded them.

"No it's not" she sniped, staring at him, as he moved toward her again, a gleam in his eye that she recognized but didn't want to deal with.

His brilliant blue eyes were hooded and heavy with heat, a heat that was stirring inside Gabriella too. She should move again, she thought frantically, but her feet seemed unable to move. As he cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face closer to his, she found herself closing her eyes and swaying towards him, helpless against her own needs and desires. Despite what she thought about the marriage, she loved Troy, had for a very long time and she didn't think she had the strength fight him and herself as well.

Troy felt a moment of triumph in the seconds before he claimed her mouth with his own, as he kissed her with a slow and tender thoroughness that dismantled the carefully erected barrier between them. How could she fight him, Gabriella wondered, when her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she could barely breathe. Was it so wrong to want to give into her feelings, into the desire, into the need she felt for him? She could feel his fingers tracing her spine through her dress and somewhere inside she found the strength to tear her mouth from under his and push against his chest.

"No! Troy this isn't right" she panted, her breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her gown, drawing his hooded blue eyes to them.

In a sudden and unexpected movement, he trapped her against the railing, imprisoning her trembling frame with the strength and hard length of his body.

He swooped, bending his head so swiftly, that she barely had time to react before he found her lips, still swollen from their previous kiss. Gabriella shivered, his lips were gentle but firmly insistent, coaxing, encouraging, yet behind it all she could taste his hunger, his need. Her resolve disappeared with the thought that, he might not love her but her desired her and unable to quell her helpless response she began to kiss him back. She knew she should push him away again but she couldn't and she gasped into his mouth as he swept her into his arms and strode back inside.

Gabriella was lost in sensation after wonderful sensation as Troy kissed her, stroking her, stroking the fire inside her, causing heat to pool between her thighs.

"Dress off" she managed to pant into his mouth, totally lost to everything but the sensations he evoked inside her.

"How?" he asked hoarsely, his body burning with the need to have her completely, to make her, his own, his wife for real.

"Zipper, it's hidden," she murmured against his lips, as she felt him deposit her onto her feet. She could feel the slide of silk against her skin, as she slid down his body and he cupped her bottom through her dress, forcing her against the power of his need. Gently he pulled his mouth from hers and turned her in the circle of his arms, her back to his front, the heat of him searing into her.

Gabriella looked up, to see herself in front of the huge mirrored wardrobe, their reflections visible in the rosy hue of lamplight, she stood frozen, watching with large doe like eyes as Troy found the zipper on her dress.

There was a slight pressure and then the noise of the zipper sliding down, like a scream in the heavy silence. His hands slid under the fabric, sweeping it away, his touch turning her liquid, as she felt her beautiful gown slide to the floor. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, where her curl had teased him earlier.

"So beautiful" he murmured against her skin, his breath sending shivers down the spine he had so recently stroked.

She stood revealed to his hungry gaze in a low cut, creamy, frothy balconette bra, pushing her lush round breasts together. Only a tiny scrap of lace protected her modesty from him and Troy ached to rip it away, to plunder her femininity. His gaze traveled over her, taking in her quivering, heaving breasts, to the garter belt around her tiny waist, down to the delicate and filmy lace topped stockings. She was everyman's fantasy bride come to life.

A red and gold garter encircled her slender thigh; a miniature wildcat head nestled in the center. Troy reached down and touched it, a question in his eyes as their gazes clashed in the mirror.

" A present from Sharpay" Gabriella managed to croak out, studying their reflections. All she could focus on was Troy's eyes, so dark they appeared navy in the half light of the room and transfixed she stared at him, at her own image as Troy's hands stroked down her body, his mouth lowering to her neck as he kissed her with hot, wet, soft biting kisses, which made her knees weak.

Troy glided his hands down over her shoulders, over her bra, cupping her breasts and pushing the material down to allow him better access, releasing her swollen mounds to him. How could she ever think of resisting him, resisting this? He cupped his hands and her back arched involuntarily, pushing her breasts into his large and teasing hands. They moaned in unison as he rolled one of her nipples between his fingers, lightening streaking through Gabriella, setting ablaze to her inner core.

As a spectator Gabriella watched herself in the mirror, as his mouth moved, kissing his way along her shoulder, one hand massaging her perkily erect nipple, the other sliding down to her panties. Gabriella gasped aloud, as Troy bit her lightly on the shoulder, his hand pushing her panties down. Heart racing she stared at her own image, watching as one of Troy's long thick fingers parted her delicate moist flesh, making them both shudder. She threw up her arms and wrapped them around Troy's neck from behind, her fingers tangled in his hair as her traitorous body yearned for his. She felt rather than heard Troy's hot breath hiss against her ear, as he stroked her hot swollen flesh.

"This isn't right?" he breathed as he caressed her intimately, his breath harsh and labored.

Gabriella twisted blindly in the circle of his arms, her own breathing out of control, coming fast and shallow.

"Fuck Gab, you are so beautiful," he said as he circled her clit and stroked her again and again.

Gabriella felt her eyes flutter close as she allowed the blissful sensations to over whelm her trembling and taut body. She'd be so long without touch, without Troy, she knew it wouldn't be long before she was crying out in release.

"You're so hot and wet and tight," he muttered, licking her ear, his fingers carrying on with the sweet torment.

She twisted and writhed as the sweetest, most pleasurable streams of desire, coursed through her body, she was so close to losing herself, all it would take was a few deft strokes of Troy's fingers and she would be there, lost in heaven. Without warning Troy removed the fingers that had teased her, sliding them up over her stomach and breasts. His other hand slid up the graceful length of her neck, up to her face, turning her head towards him he could whisper in her ear.

"Look at us Brie…We belong together…look at what we do to each other, this is right" he hissed, nudging his long hard heavy erection against her bottom.

Gabriella dragged her eyes open and looked into the mirror. Her hair was falling from its confines, her cheeks flushed with color, her golden eyes heavy and slumberous, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts quivering. Troy's face was set in a mask of need, a flash of color highlighting his cheekbones, his own breathing harsh. They made a strange pair, a woman barely dressed whilst the man dressed completely in wedding attire. Next to him Gabriella felt so small, so feminine and she knew that despite what she felt and thought in the cold light of day, she couldn't give this up, wouldn't give this up. She loved Troy, she needed him. She would worry about the repercussions tomorrow.

"Tell me you want this" his voice was husky in her ear, not a demand but a plea.

"I want this," she mumbled obediently, and she sighed when he rewarded her with a tug on her nipple, sending heat zinging through her.

"Tell me you want me" he had to hear it from her, he couldn't go on without hearing it.

Gabriella moaned for a second, biting her lip in helpless response, as Troy slowly let his hand glide back down her body to her mound, before sliding another finger along her soft folds, stroking her.

"I want you," she gasped.

He slipped a finger inside and found her clit, stroking it deftly, applying just the right amount of pressure to have her twisting again

"Say I want you Troy"

Gabriella bit her lip, craving her orgasm, which hovered just out of reach like an elusive butterfly, but to give herself to him, to admit what she had tried to hide from him was another matter. It was almost too much but after a few seconds the demands of her body, overrode her brains self-preservation instincts.

"I want you Troy…please"

Troy hid a grim smile and increased the pressure of his fingers, rubbing little circles with his thumb as his other fingers dipped inside her, spreading her wetness as she thrust against him, working in counter with his hand. Her hips moved of their own violation, against his hand and her eyes drifted shut as she was carried away with sensual pleasure.

"Open your eyes Brie, look at how beautiful you are," he commanded harshly.

Her lids fluttered again, showing him her beautiful golden gaze, her pupils dilating with desire as he pressed his thumb, once twice and he sent her over the precipice of pleasure, her body thrashing and taunting, her low cry of release sending all his blood to his already hard and aching erection, as she came in his arms. Her knees buckled and he caught her, sweeping her into his arms and lowering them both onto the bed.

Gabriella became aware of the hard weight of Troy's body pressing down on hers onto the bed, as her heart rate and breathing slowed, returning to normal. What had she done? She shouldn't have let him do that, she realized, she was vulnerable. He would hurt her again. Stirring she tried to twist away from him, pushing against him.

"Don't Gab, don't push me away" he protested, his own breathing labored, his erection painful and pulsing.

Gabriella sat up in the bed, crossing her arms over her naked and still sensitized breasts and taking a deep breath for strength, she drew her knees up, trying to slide her panties back up at the same time.

"This isn't right Troy" she sighed, still boneless from her recent orgasm.

Troy reached for her and cupped her face in his hand "How can you say that, look at what we do to each other"

Gabriella threw him a withering look "its just sex Troy"

"It's great sex Brie and you know it…what's so wrong with enjoying each other"

She shook her head, determined to protect her heart "I don't want to, I don't want this"

"Yeah right, you need me as badly as I need you" he said with a snort, stroking her face.

"I don't need you" she spat, jerking away from his touch, trying desperately to ignore the renewed throb of desire.

"Prove it…kiss me" he challenged; his grin wicked, as far as he could see this was a win/ win situation.

"Why would I do that?"

"If you don't want me, kiss me and if you feel nothing I'll go sleep in the tub…but if you kiss me and you feel something…I get to stay and you're mine," he said his voice dipping huskily, sending minute tremors through her body.

Gabriella looked at him as though he was insane, but there was just enough champagne left in her system for her to begin to think it made sense. All she had to do was not respond to one little kiss, she was an intelligent woman, she could control her baser instincts for a few seconds. Simple or so it seemed.

Troy sucked in a breath as he watched the battle across her face, her emotions warring within her, need, lust, doubt and then finally triumph. He felt his erection throb painfully as he realized what that look meant, she was going to do it. He had never seen her look so beautiful as she as she did right now, dressed only in panties, a garter belt and gossamer soft hold up stockings, a look of indignation on her delicate face. He loved her so goddamn much and all he wanted was to gather her up into his arms and make love to her until the ache in his body and heart subsided.

Gabriella nodded, almost to herself and slowly she leaned towards him, touching her trembling lips to his, in a kiss that went from warm to hot in the matter of a heartbeat. Troy groaned against her mouth, as his fingers reached up to tangle in her hair, removing the pins that held her curls in place. The heavy mass tumbled down her shoulders as Troy ruffled the curls, feeling the silk run through his hands. The feel of her mouth against his, sent a wave of need crashing through him, straight to his erection. When the tip of his tongue licked against her lips, she shivered and she was gone. She couldn't deny him, she couldn't deny herself this, although it was potentially damaging to her heart, it felt so, so right.

Troy delved between her lips with a demanding eroticism that stole her breath. A low groan of pleasure escaped his throat as she rose to her knees, her mouth still joined to his as he followed her, sliding her hands down to her tempting derriere, pulling her close to his throbbing member. With hands that shook, Gabriella tugged at the buttons on his shirt and sent it flying before smoothing her palms over his bare chest, trying to absorb the contours of his body, taking them into herself. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he bent and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, causing her to gasp with pleasure.

Gabriella shuddered as she suckled her; pure heat making her tremble and her hands grasped his head, holding him to her as she groaned. But he was already moving, his mouth gliding down over her body, over her stomach and Gabriella felt her insides clench, not in desire but with nerves and she froze. She wasn't the same as before Ana, she had a few little stretch marks; her skin wasn't as taut as it had once been, not as smooth.

Troy felt the change the second it happened, lifting his mouth from her skin he looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire.

"Gab?" he throbbed, his heart clenching with tenderness at the look on her face, she looked scared.

"What is it?" he prompted his voice gentle.

She screwed her eyes shut and exhaled slowly "I'm not like I was" she murmured, embarrassed "I'm not like the women you're used to…since Ana my body is different"

Troy felt his heart twist at her vulnerability; she thought there was something wrong with her? Was she insane? She was the most perfect thing in the world to him; she was the mother of his child.

"Brie, you're beautiful and perfect just as you are…you shouldn't be ashamed…you, we created a miracle with Ana and I don't want you ever to feel bad about that…Fuck Gab, you carried her in here" he said kissing her stomach, softly, lovingly and she felt tears prickle in her eyes "when I think about that it just amazes me…you should be proud, you're beautiful" he finished his lips tickling her skin as he spoke against her.

Gabriella felt his words in her heart and in the heat of her, each word he spoke touching her inside, emotionally and physically, sending love and lust spiraling inside her. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, how could he be so gentle, so tender, so loving, yet have been enough of a bastard to force this marriage. But then she wasn't able to think as Troy kissed his way over her hips, his thumbs hooking into the tiny panties she wore, as he peeled them down, unfastening the garter belt as he went. He ran his hands up her legs, caressing them through her stocking, as he kissed her stomach

"You are so beautiful," he murmured against her quivering flesh "so perfect Gab"

He kissed his way back up her body, her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close to her. They knelt face to face on the bed, Troy's hands caressing her breasts, tugging on them, sending heat through her for a second before he exerted a little pressure and he sent her toppling back onto the pillows.

Gabriella was shocked when he pulled back from her, bracing himself on all fours over her, wondering if he had changed his mind. She felt his absence and wanted to cry out until he picked up one leg and slowly, so slowly began to roll down the stocking, stroking the bare flesh in it's wake, sending quivers of anticipation through them both. He removed the other stocking with the same mesmerizing thoroughness and then parted her legs, his fingers skimming the inside of her soft thighs, kneeling between them, finding her naked and needy to his gaze. His fingers parted her hot wet folds, exposing her to him and her breath caught in the back of her throat.

Troy was rewarded by her sudden gasp, which turned to a breathy moan, as he lent down and pressed his mouth to her, his tongue circling her little bud of pleasure, as he worshipped her with his tongue, his wife. He spread her legs wider, reveling in her moans and gasps, as he held her open to him, as she writhed and twisted, her hands clutching his hair. She was hot and damp and so ready it was all he could do not to plunge into her right there and then. But this was Gab, this was his wife and he wanted to do this right, to take his time, to loose himself in her until they were both mindless and exhausted. Breathing harshly he slipped one and then two fingers inside her, knowing she was close as he felt her walls contract around his fingers and he tried not to imagine how it would feel when those same walls clasped his erection. He ached to be inside her, to slake his own need. Pulling back from Gabriella, giving them both time to cool down a little, he was surprised to find her fingers at the button on his pants. He kissed her with hot open-mouthed kisses, letting her taste herself, as she fumbled with his pants, pushing them down his legs.

Gabriella felt the length of him through his pants, feeling him hot and hard, needing him, wanting him inside her. She heard his breath hiss out between his teeth, as she slid her hand into his boxers and touched him, stroking him. His erection looked huge in the half-light, high and tight against his washboard abs. She loved the feeling of power his response gave her, and with a gentle push Troy found himself naked on his back, on the bed next to her. His hardness throbbed painfully as she rose to her knees next to his hip and her hand slid down to cup the part of him that was soft, so soft, as she rolled it in her hands, drawing a groan from him, before she lifted his erection and then bent her head. She loved him and wanted him, she was helpless to deny it.

Troy wanted to curse and force her head down onto his own, where he needed her the most. He could feel the heat of her breath teasing his penis, as her mouth hovered mere millimeters away from his head. With a shy little smile, she lowered her head and let her tongue snake out to lick him, just once. She felt him jerk in her hand and his whole body jumped as he groaned

"Fuck Gab"

Gabriella was empowered and emboldened by his own helpless reaction to her touch and she lowered her head to pulsing erection.

Troy let out several strangled groans, as she loved him with her tongue, teasing him, pleasing him, his body stiffening and taunting beneath her mouth. His hands fisted in the sheets of the bed, as he fought not to tangle his hands into her curls to force her mouth onto him hard. He breathed her name softly at first but then with increasing urgency as she took him deeper into her mouth, the muscles in his stomach begin to quiver, his legs twitching restlessly, his head rolling on the pillows.

"Stop, Brie" he managed to get out, amazed that he was stopping her and amazed that he was able to give voice to this thoughts, through the pleasure clouding his thoughts.

Gabriella lifted her head and looked into Troy's eyes; drunk on the power she had over him.

"You're playin with fire" he panted, pulling her up to lie next to her, before rolling her under him, her hands going round his neck.

He captured her mouth with his and they kissed with desperation, Gabriella tangling her legs around his waist, wanting needing him inside her.

"Please Troy" she gasped, rubbing herself against his hardness.

"You want this? You want me?" he teased, his erection sliding through her hot slick folds, tickling her, taunting her.

"Troy" she whined, moving, trying to capture him.

He couldn't deny himself any longer and pulling back to look at Gabriella he positioned himself at her core, his erection nudging her.

She felt the tip of him, then inch by inch, he slid into her until he could go no further and they were joined again. Gabriella felt full, the pressure driving her crazy and she looked up at Troy, their gazes clashing

"Mrs. Bolton" he breathed, managing a tender smile through the urgency that surged through him.

"Mr. Bolton" she acknowledged breathily, as Troy slid out of her slowly before thrusting back into her, just as slowly, as tantalizingly

He shifted his hands to her hips, holding her against him, as he surged into her, feeling the clasp of her walls around his penis. It was a staggering, mind blowing, toe curling sensation and Troy knew he would never get enough of her. He thrust against her slowly at first, his movements measured and deliberate as he withdrew and then plunged back into her femininity, until she began to moan and groan beneath him. He began to move quicker, his hips pistoning, as he slammed into her, his hand sliding between them to find her hot spot.

Gabriella felt the tension growing in her body as her impending orgasm approached, his expert touch sending her higher and higher. She screwed her eyes shut and buried her head in his shoulder as he slammed into her, her whole body tensing, clenching as she began to peak.

"Look at me Brie" he commanded softly, bracing himself over her as he thrust into her. He had to see her.

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with need and unfilled desire and met his eyes intense, focused and so aroused. He held her gaze with his as he continued to move within her, watching passion rise in her eyes as she reacted to his touch. Gabriella felt her eyes drifting shut as her orgasm approached rapidly.

"Open your eyes Gab, I want to see you" he moaned, he needed to see her come apart in his arms, knowing that he had made her feel this way, only him.

She opened them again, her pupils dilating as he touched her clit and they went blank, as pleasure charged through her.

Gabriella groaned low as she came, trembling, mewling, tears leaking from her eyes as she orgasmed, clenching around Troy. After only a few strokes more Troy felt himself carried away, his own raging orgasm coursing though him, as he groaned and emptied himself into her, his hips pumping wildly.

As their heart rates slowed, Troy gathered Gabriella against him and rolled to his side, holding her as aftershocks spread through their systems, utterly limp and overwhelmed by the depth of emotion they had just experienced. Slipping into sleep Gabriella missed the look on Troy's face as he placed a tender kiss onto her forehead and breathed against her skin

"I love you Mrs. Bolton"