Troy and I walked down into the auditorium, his arms wrapped around me from behind, his hands rested on my stomach. Luckily for us, couples walked around school like this all the time, so no one thought anything of it. Only thing was, we both knew that he was resting his hands over my stomach that was carrying our child. It was barely past the beginning of December and we had all been rehearsing The Scarlet Pimpernel for well over a month now and most of the sets were built, most of the costumes were being fitted, but I always coming up with reasons to get out of getting fitted for mine, and so as to not sound suspicious, Troy found ways to get out of his fittings as well. Sometimes we'd come up with excuses together and sometimes not so as to not sound even more suspicious, but we were in this together, so we were finding ways around my fittings together. The longer we could put it off the better. I couldn't have tight costumes during the production. I was glad it was wintertime and I was able to wear baggy clothes, mostly lots of Troy's shirts, mostly sweatshirts, and I could get away with it. I loved wearing his clothes, and he said that it turned him on to see me wear his clothes too. Funny how a guy always thought with his lower head.

He leaned down closer to me, whispering into my ear, "Maybe we could let Ryan and Will go over one of their scenes and you and I can go backstage and make out?" I giggled, laying my head back onto his shoulder, turning my head to his lips to kiss him softly, whispering against his mouth, "That's all you think about!" He laughed, rubbing my stomach more. "When it comes to you, can you blame me?" I giggled as we approached the stage, stepping away from him a bit and shaking my head, I turned to him. "Come on. I was really hoping to run over a scene with you." He took a step back, morphing into his Percy persona. "Sink me, but I believe I just might be able to do that for my beloved." Giggling, I brought my hands to my mouth, shaking my head, clasping my hands together. "Troy, I love how you do that! You're amazing as Percy!" He shrugged, taking my hand in his and leading me up onto the stage, still speaking like Percy. "It's not much, Madame," he said, his British accent rolling well off his tongue. "All it takes is a bit of concentration and a fine teacher," he bowed to me once up on stage, "such as yourself!" I couldn't help but giggle again. "Why, Sir Percy. Flattery will get you nowhere." He stood, closing the distance between us, looking deep into my eyes, his intense blue eyes bearing down into mine. "But if it is the truth, Madame, will it not get me everywhere?"

I blushed, giggling even more, unable to maintain the charade. Kelsi and Ryan came onto the stage, both of them laughing. "That's not in the script anywhere," Ryan said, as we both turned to look at him. I blushed even more, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Troy was just playing around." He laughed, taking Kelsi's hand and walking with her off the stage. "Well, don't stop on our account. Continue." I laughed, turning back to Troy. "That's not necessary. But I think we will start rehearsing. Is there any particular scene you want to go over, Troy?" I asked him, pulling his Wildcat sweater down over my stomach more. He smiled, looking down at my stomach and smirking at me. "How about the library scene?" I smiled, holding onto his sweater more. "Love it." He smiled and took my school bag from me, taking it and his backpack over to lay them on the piano before turning back to me. From the side of the stage, Jason and some of the others came pushing out the library set. "You guys wanna use this? We just finished it yesterday?" I smiled brightly, turning to look at it before turning back to Troy. He nodded, returning my smile. "Yes! Thanks, guys!" He took my hand, leading me up onto the set and toward the doorway of the set. Before walking away, he leaned over, pressing his lips down to my hand, smiling up at me. "I love you, Lady Blakeney," he spoke in character, winking at me. "More than ever." I blushed, bowing to him as he walked over to his place behind the velvet drapery.

I stood behind the velvet drapes as Gabriella, playing Marguerite Saint-Just, Lady Blakeney, walked into the library looking around looking for some one, but not just any some one, me, well, the character I was playing, The Scarlet Pimpernel. What she did not know was that the Scarlet Pimpernel was none other than her husband, and I was not planning on telling her. I made a move, unwillingly of course, but as I did, the floor creaked, and I as Troy nodded my head, impressed with the stage crew. I knew it would be enhanced with sound effects when we performed it in front of an audience, but it was nice to have the target to step on. I could see Gabriella turn around through the divide of the curtains as she gasped out, "Who's there?" I stage-whispered in return, "Do not turn around." She slowly turned back away from me and I continued to whisper. "You must not turn around." She whispered back in return, asking as to my identity, "The Scarlet Pimpernel?" Peering out from around the curtain, I regarded her carefully, "How did you know I was here?" She answered me, still whispering, keeping her back turned, "I tricked Sir Andrew and read your note!" I stayed in my place, hand still held on the curtain. "Why did you come?" She did not hesitate with her reply, "To warn you. Chauvelin knows that you'll be in this room at midnight." It was almost as though she had taken a hammer and whacked it across my head, betraying me like this. But she did not know I was the Scarlet Pimpernel. "You told him?" Her reply came out weakly, "I had to! To save my brother." She turned slightly back to me, but stopped, remaining forward, "He threatened to have Armand arrested unless I helped him to discover your identity."

I did not believe what I was hearing. Did she honestly expect me to believe what she was saying, especially after what she had done to the Saint-Sierres? "Why are you doing this now?" I asked, having to know. "Because I could never live with myself knowing that I was responsible for your death," she spoke softly, the pain of her words cutting softly. But I knew differently, asking skeptically, "What is one more life to you? You already have the Marquise de Saint-Sierre to your credit!" She inhaled sharply, cutting back at me, tuning her head back almost looking toward me, but stopping halfway, "That's not true! Chauvelin deceived me!" Hearing this, I took a step out from behind the curtains, and she continued, turning her head back forward, "I spurned him for another. He maliciously put my name on the arrest warrant as informer. I could never have sent the marquise and his family to their deaths, anymore than I can now let you die because of me."

I stood my ground, not taking another step closer to her. "If this is true," I paused, staring at the back of Gabriella's head, loving the sight of her, thinking of her in both the way I thought of her as my girlfriend and as Percy's wife, Lady Blakeney, I loved her more than anything and I always would, "you are a very brave woman for coming here," I whispered back to her. "I'm a fool," she added. "If Chauvelin finds out, it could cost my brother's life." I started slowly walking toward her, my love for her, as Percy and as Troy growing for her with each step. "No harm will ever come to your brother as long as I live," I promised her, continuing my whispered voice. "Can I believe that?" I continued to walk over to her, firm in my resolve. "I give you … my word." She stood there, her back still facing me. "I don't even know who you are. Won't you tell me?" I stood there, for a moment, wondering if I could, but knowing I could not. "A phantom," I only whispered, "m'lady, nothing more than a phantom." I stood there behind her, close enough to reach out to her, but standing my distance. "No," she spoke, "you're very real to me. As real as life itself!" I swallowed, staring at my beloved from behind, longing to touch her, to hold her in my arms.

"How strangely close you feel to me," she continued. "You're so near," she spoke, almost breathlessly. I had to remember that we were only acting and that she was not being Gabriella and I was not Troy right now. But I was getting turned on right now by how sultry her voice was sounding. I knew she wasn't meaning to turn me on, but it was happening nonetheless. I was glad she was standing between her sister and Ryan and me. "I can feel your warmth," she spoke warmly, and I had to shift slightly to make room in my pants. "Touch me, so that I may know that you are real," she requested of me. God, I wanted to do so much more than the script directed of me. Lifting my hand to place it on her shoulder, I cleared my voice, causing Gabriella to turn and look at me, whispering, "Are you alright?" I whispered quietly, shaking my head, "Not at all." I looked down at myself before looking back up at her. She giggled slightly, biting her lip. "Troy!" she whispered harshly, almost scolding me. I tightened my grip on her, pulling her closer to me, whispering in her ear, "There's plenty of free period left over. Lets go find some place and," I arched my brow at her to finish the sentence. "Troy? Did you forget your lines? I can get my script and prompt you?" Ryan suggested from where he was sitting down in front of the stage. Clearing my throat, I looked down at him, keeping Gabriella in front of me. "No thanks, buddy. I think I need to go ask Ms. Darbus about something." Gabriella looked up at me, trying to hide her laughter. "Right! About that one scene we were talking about earlier," Gabriella played along with me and I couldn't help but smirk down at her, pulling her more against me, letting her feel my arousal for her. She turned to look at Kelsi and Ryan. "We'll catch up with you later!" Taking my hand, she lead me off the opposite side of the stage where the stage crew was working on sets toward the dressing rooms, obviously now as turned on as I was.

Luckily for us there was a couch being stored in the dressing room to be used for the show later on. I would have settled for taking her against the wall or sitting her on one of the makeup stools, but the couch was going to work perfectly. Walking into the room, Gabriella shut and locked the door behind us. "You're just as turned on as I am!" She turned to look at me, pushing me over to the couch. "Hush! You know it's just my pregnancy hormones!" Laughing, I nodded, "I know, baby! And I love it!" She pushed me down on the couch, straddling my lap. She pulled my sweatshirt off of her body. Underneath, she wore a red East High tank top with a white wildcat on her breast. It barely covered her stomach, giving her a slight bare midriff. I rubbed my hands over the area, pushing her tank up even more, exposing her stomach more to me. We had an appointment with the doctor tomorrow and we were going to be seeing our baby for the first time and I couldn't wait. But for now, I just wanted to touch my baby's mama. Running my hand down over her stomach, I moved my hand down over her skirt, rubbing her through it. "Troy, don't play with me. I need you!" Smirking up at her, I nodded, sliding my hands up under her skirt. "I love it when you tell me what to do, baby!" She smiled reaching down between us, undoing my pants. "Just fuck me, Troy. I need you, now! I need to feel you inside me!" Smiling, I tossed her panties down beside us. I helped her pull my cock out, freeing it to her tiny hands. She rubbed it, pulling it up along her pussy lips. "FUCK, baby!" I groaned, closing my eyes, thrusting up against her. "God, I love the way you feel, baby. Your hands, your pussy, every part of you, baby!"

She moaned as my cock rubbed over her clit and I smiled up at her. "Like that, baby." She was barely able to talk, and I liked that even more. "Need you, Troy!" She said, looking down at me, her hands moving over my cock. I shifted my hips slightly, moving to the opening of her pussy. "Move me in, baby. Send me home." She smiled down at me, letting my cock slide right into home. I closed my eyes, groaning as my cock slid right up inside of her. "Oh, Troy!" She moaned, starting to move her hips on me as her hands slid up underneath my shirt. "God, Gabriella!" Gripping at my abs, she looked down at me as I thrusted my cock up inside of her, my hands coming to her hips to help her move on top of me. "Gabriella! FUCK!" She was so tight, I knew I was going to cum soon, and I didn't care. We were just like this sometimes, little quickies here and there, just to let off the sexual tension we had building up inside of us. Sometimes we just couldn't keep our hands off each other and we just had to find someplace to take care of each other, and this time it happened to be the theater building dressing rooms.

"Troy… Oh, Troy!" She moaned out, licking her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes glossing over. I knew she was seconds away from cumming, and if her face didn't tell me, her pussy walls sure were. They started tightening around me as my balls tightened up, signaling the start of my orgasm as well. I was about ready to shoot my cum up inside her as well, and it was going to be incredible. She scratched her nails down my stomach, moaning out as I closed my eyes. We both started cumming at the same time and I groaned out her name, "Gabriella!" continuing to help her move on me, helping her draw out every last ounce I have in me, wanting the same from her. "TROY!" She screamed out, breathlessly. I looked up at her, amazed and in awe. She was so incredible. How she could be so quiet at a time like this was beyond me. She fell down on top of me, slightly on to my side, letting me come out of her, as she breathed heavily against my neck. "Oh, Troy! Wow!" I smiled, pulling her against me! "Me, wow? Look at yourself! You were Amazing! Oh, my God!" She giggled against my neck, kissing it softly. "I can't believe we just did that." It wasn't the first time we had to find some place here to relieve our sexual tensions at school, but every time, Gabriella still couldn't believe we had done it. I laughed, kissing the side of her head, "Get used to it, baby. You know we're going to be doing it quite often." She giggled even more and I kissed her again. "I love you, Gabriella. And not just because we do this. I love you for so many reasons. I love you because you've made me the happiest guy in the world. I love you because you're carrying my child. I love you…" I took a deep breath, "I love you because you're the most amazing girl in the world and I never thought I'd ever find anyone as amazing as you and ever be half as deserving as you think I am to be with you." She leaned up slightly, placing her hand over my mouth, shaking her head. "Don't ever say that again. You are worthy. You're worthy enough to be my boyfriend and you're worthy enough to be our baby's father. Don't ever say you're not! Please."

I pulled her back down to me, kissing her lips softly, whispering against them, "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. What I meant was, I just feel so blessed to be with you. You're so incredible and being with you is the best thing that's ever happened to me." She smiled, resting her head against my chest. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Troy. I love you, so much!" I ran my hand through her hair, kissing the side of her head again as the bell rang to go to our next class. She groaned loudly, holding onto me tightly. "I don't want to go. I just want to stay here and take a nap." She giggled, looking up at me. "Do you think you could call your dad and ask him to excuse us so we can?" I laughed with her, shaking my head. "I only wish, baby," I told her, reaching for her panties, handing them to her after I found them. She continued to giggle as she pretended to pout. "Oh, you're no fun!" I laughed, kissing her pouty bottom lip, "No fun, am I? And what the hell did we just do that makes me no fun?" She blushed, pulling her panties on up under her skirt as she laid against my side. "Well, you are quite cocky, Wildcat." I laughed, kissing the side of her head. "Well, my cock did have something to do with it." Hearing her giggle again made my heart do another dance and I held her close to me as she reached for my sweater to pull it on. "God, I wish I could ask my dad to excuse us so we didn't have to go to class." She smiled, turning to me as she crawled off of me to pull the shirt on. "I know," she said, pulling the shirt on and offering me her hand. "Shall we go?" I smiled, fixing up my pants and taking her hand before standing up and heading with her back out on stage to get our bags before heading back out of the auditorium to head for our next class.

Troy pulled his truck up into the driveway beside my house and turned off the engine before opening the door and turning to help me get out, holding both of our bags, holding me close to him as we walked into the house. I held a bag from Subway with our two sandwiches, my orange juice and his Pepsi in my other hand. "What scene did you want to go over?" I asked. "How about the scene where Marguerite asks Percy if Andrew is the Scarlet Pimpernel? That's a really good scene. I love how Percy's hoping Marguerite will open up to him, but they're interrupted by his work," Troy said as we walked inside the house. I smiled up at him, hugging him close to me. "Troy, I love how much you're getting into these plays! Who would have ever thought that East High's Wildcat would have been a drama king at heart?" He smiled down at me, kissing my lips softy. "I owe it all to you, and a simple dare!" My eyes widened, giggling slightly. "Simple, huh? And all this time, I thought it was the hardest thing you ever had to do!" He laughed, "Only because I knew I was falling for you and that scared the shit out of me." I laughed up at him, wrapping my hand around his neck, pulling him down to me, pressing my lips softly to his softly before hearing Kelsi call from the kitchen. "Gabby, Troy. We're making quesadillas. Hungry?" Pulling back and groaning slightly, I smiled up at Troy. "No, thanks, Kels," I called back to her, "Troy and I stopped off for Subway on the way home." I lowered my voice just to talk to Troy, "Wanna go up to my room and eat while we go over those lines?" He nodded and wrapped his arm around me heading up the stairs.

We walked into my room and Troy sat our bags on my chair in front of my vanity before turning to sit beside me on my bed with my feet up underneath me. I pulled off Troy's sweater, tossing it on the bed beside me, causing my tank top to ride up on me, exposing my bare stomach to Troy. He leaned over, pressing his lips softly down to the bare flesh. Giggling, slightly, I looked down at him. "I love it when you do that. I love how much you love our little Niño." He smiled up at me as he sat back up, tucking one leg under his other knee. "I love how you call our baby Niño. It's cute." Picking up the bag of food, I took out the bottle of orange juice dropping it between my legs before pulling Troy's sandwich out and handing it to him. Taking mine out, out, I unwrapped it, making a low moaning sound as I looked it over, "Teriyaki chicken, pepperoni, bell peppers, jalapeños, olives, mushrooms, cheeeeeese! Troy, I think I'm going to have an orgasm just eating this sandwich!" He looked up at me, midbite, his eyes about ready to pop right out of his head. I looked over at him, giggling slightly. "I'm just kidding, but you should see the look on your face!" He finished his bite, starting to chew it up, talking with his mouth full. "Damn, baby, but that is fucking hot anyway!" Crinkling my nose up at him, I laughed, taking my first bite, and letting my eyes roll back into my head. "Oh, my God! That is soooo good!"

I heard Troy groan slightly and I looked over at him. "Troy, if you get turned on every time I do something, we're never going to get anything done." He laughed, smirking over at me. "I don't hear you complaining." I giggled, laying my sandwich down on my wrapper, picking up my orange juice. "Who said I was?" He laughed, taking another bite of his sandwich. I twisted the lid off my juice, taking a drink and nodding at him. "We can go over the lines while we're eating if you'd like." He nodded, swallowing what he was chewing. "Ok, sounds good. I think I have the first line, right." I nodded, picking my sandwich back up, taking a bite. Troy sat up straight, thinking about it for a moment before nodding and composing himself. I couldn't help but smiling at him. He was a natural at acting and I loved that I brought him into it. "Forgive me," Troy started, his perfect, British accent with Percy's flare ringing through in his voice, "if I startled you, m'dear." I swallowed my bite of sandwich and looked up at him. "I must have been daydreaming," I admitted to him, my French accent not so perfect as his British one, but then it was never written in the scripts that Marguerite's accent was hard, but a soft spoken French tone. Troy reached out, placing his hand on my shoulder, and I couldn't help but smile at him, adding movements when we weren't even on stage. He had done the same with Beauty and the Beast and I loved it! "How lovely you look." I placed my hand over his, looking into his eyes. "How long it's been since you noticed me at all." I gave him a sultry look, knowing full well it might not be the best of ideas, but knowing it's written in the script and I had to. "Laud, Madame! I'd have to be blind not to notice," he said, pulling his hand from my shoulder. I frowned slightly and he continued, his foppish nonsensical Percy voice playing on his tongue instead of his loving Percy tone, "In that gown, you'll be the belle of the ball." I dropped my hand, looking down at my sandwich and he still continued speaking and I looked back up, "But tell me, what was it you were dreaming about when I came in just now?"

I knew he was trying his hardest not to get turned on, picking up his sandwich to distract himself. Taking a deep breath, I thought about my lines, distracting my thoughts as well, "Percy, you've known Sir Andrew for a long time, haven't you?" Troy sat his sandwich down, swallowing before speaking. "We went to school together, m'dear," he answered, leaning forward. "Why do you ask?" I smiled up at him, telling him of my inquiry, "I was just wondering, if he might not be the Scarlet Pimpernel." Troy was silent for a moment, shifting slightly in his seat. I knew his thoughts were far from what we were doing and not on what we should be doing, but he was trying. His voice was strained, even more so than it should be for his line as he spoke it. "Andrew? The Scarlet Pimpernel?" He swallowed, shaking his head. "Most unlikely, m'dear. But tell me, why the sudden interest in the identity of the Scarlet Pimpernel?" I tried to hold back my laughter as I relayed my line to him. "Oh, I have no more interest than any other woman in London." Troy moved closer to me and I knew he was getting more turned on by the moment, even though I had no idea why, no more so than I was anyway, but I thought I could control myself better, even with these damned pregnancy hormones. I had to look down away from him just to control myself anyhow. "I wager your friend Chauvelin would give a great deal to know. In faith, I suspect that's the reason he came to England. I'm surprised, he hasn't confided as much to you, m'dear." I looked back up at him, breathing heavily. "To me? Why, I haven't laid eyes on the man since he arrived." I swallowed, he was so close, I could smell him. "Although, I'm sure you're right." I looked him closely in the eyes as Troy came with in inches of me. "Well," he said, still in character, "if anyone's going to catch the Scarlet Pimpernel, it will not be Chauvelin."

I went to say my next line when he pressed his lips against mine, taking my breath away from me all together. Moaning into the kiss, I pushed him back slowly. "That's not in the script, Troy!" I giggled, folding up my sandwich, knowing if I didn't, we were going to make a mess here. "No, I know," he said, starting to spread kisses down my neck. "Troy," I said, reaching for his sandwich, starting to wrap it up. "Come on, baby, I need you." I giggled even more, sliding the sandwiches into the bag and letting it slide off the bed. "Troy, my sister and Ryan are right downstairs." He pulled back, laughing. "Oh, come on! That didn't stop us earlier when they were out in the auditorium and Ms. Darbus was in her office and all the others were backstage working on the sets!" I couldn't help but giggle more, pulling him down to me as I laid down on my bed. "Troy, if we keep doing this, were never going to get anything done." He laughed, sliding his hands up underneath my tank top to lift it up over my head. "Again," he said, tossing my tank top on the floor, "I don't hear you complaining." I pulled at his shirt, dropping it off the bed as well, pulling him down to me as he pulled my bra from my shoulders, letting it fall off the bed as well. "Never said I was complaining." He leaned forward, brushing his lips along the slopes of my breasts. "Besides, I think we're getting quite a bit done." He swirled his tongue over one of the peaks of a nipple before sucking it into his mouth and pulling back, causing it to rise up even more. "We go over a few lines, and then we get to spend good quality time with each other." I blushed, pulling him closer to me. "I love you, Troy," I said, pulling his head up to kiss his lips fully, "Touch me!"