A/N: So I felt like I had been posting like every day this week. Hopefully no one minds this update. I know I'm probably updating WAY too much on this, and I'm gonna kick myself later for it. But hopefully this chapter will go over okay. I'm not sure what people are going to think about it. So, if you like it, please let me know. I really hope I don't disappoint! Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing. Like I said, I know I updated like every day this week, but things should slow down to a normal pace again soon. I think it just seems more because now I'm posting in two places. Anyways, I'm crossing my fingers and toes on this chapter. Thanks for reading as always!
"If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever."
-William Thatcher, A Knight's Tale
"Gabriella, am I a bitch?"
Gabriella's long hair pulled back into a tight ponytail snapped around as she looked at the blonde with her dark eyes furrowed. Sharpay continued to lead them towards the front of the school as the murky sky overcastted into another gloomy day. By now she had gotten used to the fact that the sun rarely shown. She repositioned her bag further up on her arm before shrugging her tiny shoulders. "No."
Sharpay rolled her creamy eyes before tossing her straight hair over her shoulder. It had taken a week for her to get over the fact that she had gotten dumped, and now she had gone back to her same ways almost three weeks post-dumpage. Though there were little differences that Gabriella caught. She was much more flirtatious, and seemed to have a look on her porcelain face that was almost devious. "Are you lying to me?" Her thin eyebrow rose in suspicion before Gabriella giggled.
"Shar, I wouldn't be your friend if you were." Gabriella honestly responded. Even though Sharpay could be snappy, demanding, and sometimes rude, Gabriella enjoyed being in her company. It made life interesting.
"Hmmm," she frowned thoughtfully before they entered the huge doors into the noisy high school and began to make their journey to their lockers. "So is your boyfriend still trying to be Saint Bolton, or has he caved yet?"
Gabriella's brown eyes widened horrified. "Erm…"
"Ugh… idiot boy. You want me to talk to him for you?" Sharpay asked out of the kindness of her heart, while also wiggling her plucked eyebrows suggestively. "I could… slip some erotic visuals for him… That would get him in the mood…"
"Sharpay!" Gabriella scolded before feeling her olive skin transform into a plump apple color. She couldn't believe her friend had just offered to give her boyfriend porn in order to make him want her. It was most definitely evil.
Besides, she knew Troy wanted her, badly. It was getting harder for him to pull away, she could tell by his trembles when he was above her and how it seemed almost the second he had returned after make out sessions from taking care of himself, he had jumped back on her again and acted as though he had never left. Saint Troy Bolton was dying. All he needed was a little push in the right direction, and Gabriella's scheming mind was coming up with many different ideas onto how she could get this to move forward.
"What? I'm just trying to help." They stopped at Sharpay's locker first, watching as her bright pink nails glistened under the florescent lighting and opened the door to reveal her magenta draped locker with the giant letters "SE" etched in the top.
"Hey Ella." A tenor waved as Gabriella swiveled her head sideways, silently cursing herself for being in the same atmosphere as the two enemies, even if he was just passing by. Eric used his long legs to stride across her view, Gabriela watching as Sharpay's head immediately shot to the football captain, her cheeks flushing in a pale peach.
Wait, hold up, rewind. Did Sharpay Evans just blush?
Gabriella shook her head to clear her thoughts, but all she did was just make herself dizzy. It was no doubt a blush, a form of heated blood vessels on her face out of slight embarrassment. And she wasn't the only one who saw it. Eric's eyes suddenly sparkled with electricity as he looked upon the blonde model. What the hell was going on? "Shar… erm… Evans." Eric nodded at her, while she did everything in her power to roll her eyes as though she was irritated. To Gabriella, she looked the farthest thing from it.
"Ugh, Shock." But instead of coming up hearing Eric make an evil jab, he just grinned his sparkling teeth at her and passed by with Rock on his left side. Okay, there was definitely something going on silently between them.
"What was that?" The brunette pressed as Sharpay ripped her eyes from him and looked back to her friend.
"What was what?" Sharpay' s confidence had returned as she shrugged her shoulders loosely. There was something, she was sure of it.
"That look, that…" Gabriella was certain to discover "it", she had to. Whatever "it" was. She would most ask Eric later. Her mission. She wanted to know if there was a spark between the two. It would be her…
Her thoughts were suddenly lost into oblivion when she felt two ice burg arms slip around her slender waist. What was she thinking about again? "Morning beautiful."
Gabriella turned around in Troy's arms before feeling an intense kiss being pounded onto her puffy lips. That was new. They were about showing that they were together, but neither was really into showing a lot of affection in public. Just handholding or his arm around her. Maybe a single peck in the hall here and there. This though, with Troy's eager hands pulling her to his hips and then caging her in under his muscular arms. Gabriella's back made its way to the metal lockers; Troy's large hands on either side above her shoulder as he peppered kisses to her rounded jaw.
Needless to say, Troy hadn't come over last night to spend the night. It seemed he was a little Gabriella-deprived.
"Hey…" She attempted to push his rock chest away from her after about a minute, which he did with reluctance. His eyes had the familiar ring of desire in them, the one that made Gabriella's heart pound and a pulse begin between her legs in excitement.
She hadn't even noticed that Sharpay had left her alone with him. Clearly, she was on Gabriella's side in this whole sexual war. "God I missed you." He mumbled before kissing her cheek again. It seemed like hungry Troy was out to play.
She loved hungry Troy.
Unfortunately, the bell was against them and rang, Gabriella sighing in disappointment. But this morning seemed to give her an idea, a new strategy she was going to put into effect as soon as humanly possible. "Am I still coming over Sunday to help you study for the Anatomy test next week?" Gabriella questioned as Troy finally let her loose and gripped her hand to lead her to her first class.
Troy gulped and nodded, Gabriella smiling triumphantly. "Uh… yeah… Jack and Lucille have a dinner to go to… but you could come I guess."
If it were any other section of the book it wouldn't have mattered. Any other test and Troy wouldn't have been nervous about Gabriella coming over. But she smiled deviously at the thought as he walked at her side down the hallway.
They were being tested on the reproductive system.
This would be great.
Gabriella smirked triumphantly as she raised her conniving eyes up to watch her boyfriend shift positions uncomfortably on the white couch next to her. His eyes were staring blankly down at the page, probably cursing himself for taking this class again. Gabriella giggled at his discomfort, trying to do her best to keep her turning stomach in check. She could not get overly excited now, or she was certain that she would blow this whole plan. This needed to be taken care of with precaution, or he would have the upper hand and automatically tell her no.
"You okay?" Gabriella asked with humor in her voice as Troy's hungry eyes lifted from the diagram of a woman's vagina to meet her half way. Of course, no teacher wanted to actually have a lecture about the reproductive system in humans, so Mr. Dimple decided that it was going to be an "at home" study and they would be tested the following Monday, while he talked about the digestive system in class.
"Fine…" his normal velvet tone was an octave higher. "I mean… fine." He responded with a cough as he adjusted his loose jeans for the twentieth time in the past two minutes. Give or take a few.
Gabriella grinned at him before strategically scooting the tiniest bit closer to him. "I have a blank male one here. I'll quiz you if you want." Troy's piercing ceruleans narrowed, amplified by his pale ocean blue Hollister t-shirt. He seemed to be shooting daggers at her. It made her feel powerful. Saint Troy slipped away even more as his nodded his head slowly.
"Yeah… and then can we like… do something else? I think I know how my own dick functions thanks." Troy pressed before leaning his head against the couch as Gabriella slipped the tiniest bit closer to him yet, her right breast now brushing up against his built chest and making him tremble ever so slightly. He was breaking.
"I'm just making sure you get an A. We'll stop after this, promise," Gabriella adjusted her "v" neck creamy tank top that made her soft skin glow. She just never said what they would do after this. She glided the paper over his lap, yet not letting go and sticking her finger out. "What's the function of the testie?" Her tiny finger grazed over the diagram and his apparent bulge beneath it before she heard him erotically moan and his back arch, his back thrusting up towards her to meet her stimulation.
"It's the… the uh… the…" Troy choked out, his hand balling into a fist in frustration. Tortured Troy was causing Gabriella's pulse to quicken between her legs and her nipples beneath her white lace bra to become erect. Her hands were shaking in nervousness. It was so unlike her to be doing this, but the sexual tension was so high in the room that it would have been a shame to just give it up. This was vital; right now he was under her control, though he was fighting desperately to gain some sort of grasp on his good side. "Okay… can we please do something else?"
Gabriella smiled somewhat triumphantly at seeing the crimson circle of desire. He wanted her, he wanted her bad and Gabriella knew it. "Are you sure you don't want to… study some more?" As she spoke the words, her slender finger stroked up and down the shaft of the diagram penis, yet still caressing his erection with the paper just so happened to still be over. Troy gasped out in pleasure before shaking his head.
"No… no… let's watch a movie…" Troy immediately sprung from where he was stationed and dove towards the TV, Gabriella almost hitting herself in the face with her palm that was still holding the diagram. She frowned. No, she was so close! So insanely close and there was no way that she could stop now. She wouldn't let it.
This caring act had gone on long enough. She wanted her bad boy Troy.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Gabriella informed coyly while watching Troy's hurried hands attempt to put a DVD into the player. His entire frame trembled as he glanced back at her and nodded his head, just before Gabriella slipped off the couch and stubbed her toe on the edge. "Ouch!"
She was shaking from head to toe as she walked in and gently shut the snow colored door behind her. Her chest was heaving in anticipation. This was suicide. Against everything the shy brunette who moved into Crescent City believed in. But Gabriella braced her tiny hands on the granite counter top and lifted her midnight colored head. She gazed into the shiny reflection of the timid girl back, and realized the Gabriella from Albuquerque was growing up. She had to do this, no, she WANTED to do this. She wanted it with every cell of her body. She wanted Troy Bolton, all of Troy Bolton.
Her fingers vibrated with nerves as she gripped the bottom of her thin tank top and slowly pulled it over her head, an immediate flush of embarrassment rushing to her face. She stared into the mirror, almost horrified at how tiny her breasts actually were. Troy would hate them. Though he had touched them a million times before, he had never actually seen them. Gabriella almost lost her footing as she removed her bra as well, releasing the two mounds of her womanhood.
"Gabi? Are you alright?" She heard his concerned voice muffled through the cracks of the door, causing her to jump in surprise and slam her hip into the stone cold counter.
"Yesss…" she hissed through her pain as she gripped her forming bruise, face scrunching in pure irritation at herself for being such an idiot. "I'll be out in a second!"
Her eyes glanced to the mirror again; staring back and her chocolate cream pegged nipples and felt faint once again. She couldn't do this. He'd take one look at her and just run to the bathroom throwing up. She was an idiot. This wouldn't make him cave. He wasn't like most guys. But Gabriella closed her eyes and attempted to steady her breath. It was worth a try.
If this didn't work, Gabriella was doomed to be a virgin nun forever. For he was the only one she wanted her first time to be with.
Inhaling oxygen for the last time before she went to the battlefield, she felt the polished bathroom spin as she pulled her cascading waves over her shoulder and folded her arms so they protected his view from seeing her excited figure. She slowly turned the gold knob and took a dangerous step outside, her knees giving out on her as she felt the cool air wisp over her bare skin.
Negative thoughts were speeding a million miles a minute. Every part of her brain was screaming at her to walk back into the bathroom and put her shirt back on, but every part of her body was propelling her forward. By the time she reached the open living room, no oxygen was present in her lungs as Troy's arm was draped lazily over the back of the couch while he stared blankly at the screen. "Is action okay? I knew you wouldn't want to watch a scary…"
Troy turned around to look at her and immediately his azure orbs widened as his jaw fell to the floor. He paled his bronze face to a snow white and stared at her with awe and starvation. Gabriella immediately took a reflexive step backwards, almost tripping over her the backs of her jeans and stumbled over her own feet. It seemed all the blood in her body flooded to her face as she pulled her arms closer to her bare chest, not in attempts to tease him, but to kick herself for this stupid mistake. She was an idiot; a complete idiot and she should just run away right now.
"I… I'm sorry…" she backed up again, feeling her back crash into the wall forcefully, tears of embarrassment clouding her vision as Troy leapt from the comfortable couch to her side which had slipped to the floor. "God… I'm so…"
"Fucking gorgeous…" He whispered, eyes trailing over her exposed top in hunger. Gabriella looked up into his face that was filled with desire, want, and need. His fingertips then reached out, shaking before he caressed the exposed part of her breast, Gabriella feeling electricity surge to her heart on impact.
He reached out and clasped her tiny wrists, pealing her arms away from her chest like he was opening a Christmas present, while still gingerly running the tips of his fingers over her olive skin. Maybe in his eyes he was on Christmas morning. The heat of the room escalated as he took her in, breathing through the rounded holes. "Troy…"
"Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered in his hoarse, yet begging voice. It was like Chinese water torture for him, she knew this. His sandy brown hair pressed against her bare shoulder and she saw his eyes flutter closed, but his hands were still rubbing against her flesh, desperately trying to slip under her protective arms.
"Because you're being stupid." She responded loudly, all the tension and embarrassment coming out of her throat. She had to take a stand now. Troy didn't move, he just shook his head and she felt his lips hesitate before grazing over her collarbone. He was breaking.
"I'm trying to be the good guy." He practically moaned, and that's all it took.
"Troy," Gabriella defiantly announced his name, finally causing him to look up at her, need clearly written through his bronze face. "You're not being a good guy. You're being a dumb guy. I'm ready to take things further, and you know it." Her voice was surprisingly strong, though all she wanted to do was cower in a corner and hide from him. She had to though. This dumb dance was getting under her skin.
"You don't know for sur…" He tried to rebut, but Gabriella removed one of her arms from her thin shoulders, yet shifting her other one so now the same forearm covered her erect nipples. The cyan orbs frowned in disappointment.
"Yes I do. I want my first time to be with you, and right now you're just putting yourself through something you don't need to. I want this Troy, and you do too… I know you do. So stop pretending like your some saint," her tone was growing stronger and stronger with every word she punctuated. This had been going on for way too long. Gabriella's anger had finally bubbled over. "I'm not asking to have sex right now on your kitchen floor, but I want to feel like a teenager. I'm not innocent Troy, and I don't want to be. I want to feel like you want me the way I want you."
Troy finally tore his eyes away from her, struggling with himself. It was silent for a long moment; the only noise that was actually audible was Gabriella's heart rapidly beating heart slamming against her bare chest. It was at that moment that she realized she wasn't breathing. This was the deciding moment, and if this didn't work, then he was incorruptible. She was praying that the furrow of his chestnut eyebrows meant he was fighting with himself.
After a minute that seemed like an hour, Troy's azure orbs finally lifted and met her intense gaze. Gabriella's throat almost burned in anticipation. "Three rules. Got it? I have three rules and if you break any one of them, we stop this shit and go back to PG13 stuff."
A sudden swell of triumph raged through her blood stream. She did it, he broke. She cracked Troy's wall and she could now see the fire storming behind his deprived eyes. A smile radiated off of her olive face as both her heart and her core began to pulsate in excitement. "Three rules..." She agreed as Troy nodded curtly, though she could feel his long fingers twitch in anticipation. He wanted this just as bad as she did.
Troy's ice burned through her coffee eyes. "One, we don't have sex until I know for sure you're ready," Gabriella frowned a little in irritation, but it was better than nothing. "Two, the second you feel uncomfortable or think I'm losing too much control, you stop me. No matter what okay?" she nodded profusely, wanting to get to the third because the organ between her legs was on fire. "And third…"
"Third…" She winced; maybe he'd state something preposterous. But then a devious smirk grazed his thin lips as he shoved his face into the crook of her neck and ripped her arm away from her chest, her breasts crushing against him. Gabriella gasped out a she felt in one swift movement of his icy hands, her jeans were unzipped and the button undone.
"You let me feel inside you before I explode." A million things happened at once as he spoke the husky words. His silky left hand reached for the pillow of flesh and began to fondle her breast, cold waves of pleasure rippling through every cell in her body. At the same time, his nimble fingers slipped beneath her white panties and grazed her clitoris, Gabriella's head crashing against the back wall.
She had never had this feeling in her life before. Troy touching her breast now felt so weak compared to this nuclear explosion that raged hot fire from her core. She had no control over the scream of lust that screeched through the air. To silence her, Troy's lips slammed against hers, causing a bruise on impact. Every coherent thought in her brain transformed into mush as his icy thumb began to circle around her most intimate feature, her body arching to meet him.
Troy kissed her like he never had before. All of his protective barriers smashed to the ground in an instant as he lifted her back from the wall, cradling her in his arm as he continued to run his fingers across her damp folds and carry her off towards the stairs. Gabriella was so lost in bliss that she hadn't even realized until she felt something soft collide with her back that he made it up to her room and took his hands away from her. She whimpered from the lack of stimulation as her mocha eyes fluttered open to see him strip his blue shirt off, chucking it into the corner as his hands then began to fumble with his pants.
"Let me help…" She reached for his leather belt and with shaking fingers, managed to get it unhooked while Troy unzipped his jeans. Together they saved about five precious seconds in removing his pants. He immediately dove to her chest; biting nipping and sucking his new property, leaving marks so the world would know the twin mounds were his. Gabriella's fingers plunged into the strands of his hair, over his chiseled chest, everywhere they could get. She moaned from his magical lips danced across her skin before Troy finally reached down and pulled off her tight pants, but kept her thin panties on. She was in a way happy that he was still respecting her even through his dirty side.
"Beautiful… so fucking…" His voice stopped as he kissed her again, returning his attention back to her folds. Lava-like liquid was secreting from her hole, which made Troy smile that he was successfully making her crave him.
"I…I…" She couldn't think of anything to say, her mind was still mush.
Even if she hadn't known he'd done this before, it was painfully obvious that he knew exactly what to do. His fingers caressed her trigger points at the perfect moment, making her whimper for more. He did this for a while before suddenly, gravity shattered beneath the bed.
Everything suddenly exploded in euphoria when he plunged his hand into her body, his long fingers remaining motionless but sending Gabriella into outer space. Her mocha eyes shot open his named rolling off her tongue and it mixed in with the sounds of his lips smacking against her face, her neck, and her chest. She cried out and gripped his back, pleasure plus a slight twinge of discomfort firing through her system.
"You okay?" Whatever human part of Troy that hadn't been taken over by this sex god asked as she nodded her head, even though there was a slight pain that seared through her. But just the thought of Troy being in her body, connected as one was enough to make her forget.
"Mmmmm… can you… can you…?" She begged for the action to start, but Troy smirked his crooked smile before nipping on her ear.
"I'll start… but I need you to do something for me." He pressed his lips against her again, Gabriella trying to move her legs but he remained motionless.
"Wh…what?" She stuttered before gasping for the air he vacuumed out of her.
"Can you get wetter for me?" His husky voice caused her entire frame to tremble. It was just like him to ask her instead of order her, such a gentleman. Even when his hormones had taken over complete control. "Please baby?" She didn't know how, but just the thought of him moving in her made her moan again, it triggered his fingers to curl and massage her, while his thumb pressed against her swollen hot spot. "Perfect, god you feel unbelievable." He purred before kissing her again.
She couldn't grasp on reality, her head was filled with liquid instead of an actual brain. Sweat began to trickle down his tan face, Gabriella reaching up to trail her fingers along his tent behind his boxers. "Troy…"
He chuckled before shaking his head. "No babe, it's about you tonight."
There was a sudden pull behind her bellybutton that was so subtle, yet she felt it. A pressure began to build around his expert fingers. Troy smirked a knowing smile before kissing her soundlessly again, his pace increasing as the pressure became so incredibly unbearable that all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and grip his strong muscles harder. "Troy… Troy…"
"Cum for me. Please?" He begged and her body responded immediately.
Stars flooded her vision as she had a sneezing relief ripple through her petite frame. The ecstasy had built to and exploded between her legs. It didn't make its way through her entire body, but the hot life of passion traveled to her toes and back up. The only thing she could do was open her mouth, but only one word sighed into the air. "Troy…"
Oh god, this is what she had been missing? How had she lived without an orgasm?
And then she finally grasped on reality again. She opened her weak eyes again to see that Troy was smiling down at her with a pure mix of lust and love. Her tiny chest heaved uncontrollably. He responded by pressing a kiss to her sticky forehead. "You alright?"
Gabriella nodded profusely, her breath still not back yet. She could still feel his fingers inside, motionless and surrounded by a burning liquid. They began to feel uncomfortable as she recovered and they were motionless. "Yeah… yeah…"
Troy pulled them out of her and wiped his hand off on his boxers. She wasn't offended, for she knew exactly how the drying feeling was a bit sticky from when she gave him a hand job so long ago. Gabriella finally propped herself on her weak elbows before Troy pressed his lips to her cheek. "Did it feel okay?"
She nodded again, finally remembering what oxygen felt like in her lungs. "Amazing," She whispered before their lips connected again. "Um… can I ask… can I ask you something?"
Troy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Anything."
Gabriella looked down at her expose chest again, pulling herself to his chiseled pecks and slipping her slender legs around his torso. "Can we… do that again?"
He chuckled before kissing her midnight hair. "To hear you say my name like that again?" Troy kissed her soundlessly again. "Fuck yeah."