Escape to Love Deleted/Alternate/Extended Scenes & Drabble

SUMMARY: Gabriella Montez finds her unexpectedly single self traveling alone to Italy, a country known for its love and romance possibilities. Troy Bolton finds himself bamboozled by his mother and reluctantly leading one of her lengthy vacation tours. Neither is expecting to encounter any attractions not listed on the tour itinerary. M for adult situations/subject matter and sexual references/depictions.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these wonderful characters...I just love them like the rest of you. I don't own anything Disney or otherwise...except a good bit of HSM memorabilia. ;-) This is purely a work done for leisure and not for profit and no copyright infringement is intended in the use of these characters, their setting, their dialogue or their situation.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, yup, this is unpolished stuff and some of it may come across as quite random (hence, drabble), but here it is in case it provides any additional enjoyment. Oh, and there's more smut because, well, um, it's fun? ;)

This is a deleted/alternate scene from ch. 16, at the pool:

Jennifer observed all of this and at one point, when the girls had a moment alone, lounging along the edge of the pool, sipping drinks, she shared her additional thoughts on Gabriella's situation.

"Gabriella, David and I...well, I know we don't yet have this lifetime of love to draw experience from, but still, when he touches me, even the slightest brush of his hand against mine, I feel it...I really feel it...and there's no one there at that moment but him."

"That's wonderful, Jen."

"Thanks, but what I mean is...Ivan has had his arms around you several times tonight, lips grazing your back, and when I've looked at you, well, you've been looking for Troy."

"I..."

"Just my observation," Jennifer said, sliding back down into the water.

"Jen, Ivan is great."

"Ivan is great. I'm not disagreeing with you, there. But I think you know he's not great for you, not as more than a friend."

Alternative for ch. 24 (but I like "calmer" Gabriella more):

"You're married?! Married?! Oh, this can't be happening again..."

"Gabriella, what are you talking about?"

"I met Katherine, Troy...your wife."

"She's not my wife."

"Don't lie to me!"

"I'm not lying to you. She was my wife, but she's not anymore. The divorce was final seven months ago."

"Diiiiivorce?" Gabriella asked, taking a breath and sitting down on the bed." But she introduced herself as Mrs. Katherine Bolton."

"She's a bitch."

Kind of another alternative for Gabriella's further confession around ch. 24:

"What's wrong?"

Gabriella stared at the email glaring back at her from the laptop screen.

"blah blah blah (leaving his wife? just a hello?)

Love,

Michael"

Troy watched Gabriella with concern. Her face had gone ashen (or similar description).

"...he was married...and I was the idiot who didn't see it...didn't want to…"

"You were hurt, Troy, by a wife who didn't respect her wedding vows and slept with others she shouldn't have...and I slept with a husband who wasn't mine to sleep with."

"Gabriella, it's nowhere near the same."

"But I was like Luca, Troy...and you deserve better than that."

"No, you weren't. Stop beating yourself up so much."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Then, don't hurt me."

"But there's something else you need to know...and then you can decide if you still feel the same about me."

"What is it? You can tell me anything."

"Why do you still feel bad, Gabriella?"

"There's a part I haven't told you. After I found out, I saw Michael one more time. I wanted him to leave his wife for me. How incredibly selfish of me! I was the other woman, the mistress, the one in the wrong...and instead of walking away immediately, I still tried to steal a taken man. But he was part of the future I had envisioned. I didn't know how to just let that go."

These are extended scenes from ch. 26. They might have been overload but, well, these two… ;)

(In Troy's office)

"So, Professore, how might one go about earning some extra credit around here?" she purred, reaching down and starting to unbutton her blouse seductively.

Troy shook his head back and forth. "Sorry. I told you, remember? I don't grant that kind of extra credit."

Gabriella pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I remember. I just thought I might be an exception."

Troy thought about that for a moment. "If I make an exception for one person, then I might have to make exceptions for them all."

"Spoken like a true teacher...don't even think about it."

Troy's eyes sparkled as he moved closer to her. "I won't." He paused and then reached out, grabbing both sides of her unbuttoned blouse and pulling her closer to him. "You're more teacher than student anyway."

"Oh, really?"

"Mmmhmm."

"And what have I taught you?"

"That it's possible to find someone who's truly a perfect match for me. That love can feel stronger than I thought it could."

Gabriella stared up at him with wonder. He was almost too good to be true...but everything about him was true, and everything she felt for him was true. "You've taught me that too," she replied softly.

Troy leaned down and kissed her sweetly for several moments.

"Well, now I just feel a bit naughty, while you're all sweet and sincere over here," Gabriella said with a bit of chagrin.

Troy's lips curved upward. "Do you?" he teased, sliding his hands inside her shirt and up her sides. "Mmm...yes, you do."

Gabriella giggled at his antics. She giggled further as he lifted her up and plopped her bottom down on top of his desk. As he stood between her legs and slid his fingers into her hair, her giggling stopped. A feeling other than humor was taking over her.

Their lips met for a kiss that wasn't as sweet. "So...about this extra credit..." Troy began, sliding the sleeves of her blouse down her arms.

"Yes?" she asked expectantly, her eyes drifting from his down to his lips and back.

"The assignment's pretty straight forward," he continued, bringing his lips down to her neck and searing her there with the heat of his mouth.

Gabriella's eyes closed with pleasure as she listened to the words he continued to speak between kisses. "Just...enjoy...and try to keep quiet...so I don't get fired." As she heard and felt the husky chuckle that followed, the positives of Troy getting fired crossed Gabriella's mind, but she swiftly pushed those thoughts aside as selfish. She needed to focus on other things anyway...staying quiet in the midst of Troy's skilled loving wouldn't exactly be a simple assignment.

'Nope, not simple at all,' she thought as his fingers worked deftly on her bra clasps, unhooking them before tossing her bra onto the floor. She bit her lip on a moan as Troy's hand cradled her left breast and he brought his mouth down to close around the nipple, his tongue stimulating every nerve in that area. Then, he drug his mouth over to her other breast and lavished it with attention as well. Having been quite thorough, he then moved upward, taking over her mouth with all of the passion he was feeling. Gabriella clung to him and launched her own loving assault, meeting his tongue with her own, removing his shirt and unfastening his belt and pants. Her efforts were halted as Troy's hands gripped her buttocks and pulled her toward him so that she was flush against his still covered hips...hips that were thrusting forward, warming up for what they'd soon be doing without the barriers of clothing. Gabriella felt the pleasurable waves shoot through her at the intimate contact. She wrapped her legs around him as he continued to tease them both.

That didn't last for too long though before Troy was pushing her skirt up to her waist, sliding her underwear down her legs and easing her back down onto his desk. As his head nestled between her thighs, she brought her own arm across her mouth to muffle her sounds of pleasure. Troy had no mercy on her, bringing his hands up to fondle her breasts as his tongue pushed her toward and over the edge. Then, quickly shedding his lower body clothing and sheathing himself within a condom, he climbed up onto the desk and buried himself within her, his eyes intense with pleasure as they watched her accept the welcome intrusion.

"Professore," she managed breathily.

"Si?" he returned, playing along.

"I don't want extra credit."

"No?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"No. Flunk me...so we can do this over and over again."

He grinned down at her before moving his lips to hover right over hers. "Done," he whispered, before capturing her mouth and beginning to move within her.

Every motion brought blissful sensations. He really was the best lover she'd ever had. It didn't surprise her how quickly she moved toward orgasm. The situation itself, hearing chatty passersby in the hallway, was kind of thrilling and Troy was a man who knew a woman's body and how to please it. But beyond that, it was him...the pleasure of doing this with him...the pleasure of being together. She didn't think that could ever get old. She lost herself to it and let his delicious mouth silence what she wasn't completely able to. Troy let go then as well, rocking her with his own release.

As they held to each other, panting quietly, Troy thought about how it was going to be a long semester. How could he come back here and not miss her constantly, not long for the feel of her beneath him, in his arms...just the feel of her any which way?

(At Troy's apartment)

When they were on their second load of laundry, with the first load in the dryer, Gabriella got up to check on the clothes she hoped were nearly dry. She had some dresses in the dryer she wanted to be prompt about removing so they didn't get too wrinkled, namely some she was considering for the upcoming party with Troy's parents.

As she shut the dryer door and reset the dials, she turned to see Troy entering the small room. "Still not dry?" he asked.

"No, still pretty damp actually. I just set it for another 30 minutes."

Troy nodded.

"Shall we go back and finish the movie?" Gabriella asked, seeing that Troy hadn't moved from his spot by the door.

"If you prefer."

"And what is my other option?" she asked, eyeing him curiously.

Troy licked his lips and blushed slightly as he considered his answer. "I hear there's more to be done in a laundry room than laundry. Ever written an article on that, Montez?"

"No, can't say as I have. I've never done the research," she answered coyly.

"Mmm, maybe you should," Troy said smoothly, taking a step toward her.

"And how would I begin this research?" she asked, staying rooted to her spot, anticipating.

Troy glanced at the washing machine dials. "I hear a good spin cycle can be unforgettable."

Gabriella looked over to see that the washer was nearing the beginning of that cycle. 'How convenient,' she thought, the corners of her lips curving slightly. She raised her eyebrows at him as he took another step to close the gap between them. She slipped her arms around his neck as his lips met hers. She allowed him to remove her clothing and lift her so that she was sitting with her legs dangling over the side of the washer. The metal felt cool beneath her and the current swishing motions of the machine felt interesting...certainly a different feeling. Troy continued to kiss her and to run his hands over her body, stimulating her as he did so well. She felt his hands slide up her thighs, spreading them further apart. Then, he just stepped back and looked at her appreciatively and she felt incredibly turned on...which made her feel a bit brazen too.

"So, what exactly do they suggest one do to take advantage of a good spin cycle?" she asked, holding his gaze.

Troy felt his member twitch as it strained to be free of its cotton confines. "They say that some women enjoy pleasuring themselves with the added stimulation."

She could read the slight nervousness with which he offered this statement, despite his general confidence and the intimacy they already felt between them. The machine became silent for a moment as it adjusted its settings. She felt further emboldened. "Like this?" she asked, seeing his smoldering gaze as she slid her hand down her body and into the vee between her legs.

Troy managed a nod as he watched his girlfriend's hand begin to move and saw her wet her lips with her tongue.

She might have felt much too nervous about doing this if she didn't feel so comfortable with him and so aroused by the situation. As it was, seeing how mesmerized he looked, she went ahead and spread her thighs just a bit further. "You should take off your shirt," she instructed.

Troy did so swiftly. He watched her tease herself, coax the wetness from within, and as the spinning motion of the machine began, he saw surprise and increased pleasure reflected in her expressions as she let the vibrations help get her where she wanted to go. He watched her building tension reach its crescendo, saw her eyes closed, her hand stop as she just enjoyed the sensations. He wanted to place his mouth over hers and drink in her pants and small exclamations, but, on the other hand, he couldn't bring himself to move. It was such a beautiful thing to see.

As her breathing began to even, he couldn't resist any longer. He launched toward her and slammed his lips against hers. He heard her moan as their tongues met in a fiery tangle. His erection was straining for the ceiling at this point but he still had other ideas in mind. He slid his fingers up her thighs as he'd done earlier but this time they had more purpose. He groaned with pleasure as he found her heat.

"My God, you've gotten yourself so wet," he exclaimed, pulling back from her lips and eyeing her intensely.

"For you," she answered huskily, watching him closely.

His lips captured hers again passionately and she felt his fingers begin to tease and stroke her sensitive flesh. He continued to do so as his mouth moved down her torso. Then, his hands came around to support her back as he bent down and lifted one of her legs and then the other over his shoulders. Gabriella brought her own hands behind her to rest on the washer's surface as Troy's tongue ran over her tiny bud. She shuddered and wondered if he'd noticed in light of the way the machine was already shaking her body.

He'd noticed. Troy felt heady from the scent of her that filled the room and his nostrils. It was intoxicating...motivating. He darted his tongue in and out of his mouth, teasing her with light tastes. The vibrations from the machine reached his face through her and he knew he couldn't make this last for too long. Still, he did his best to be deliberate.

"Troy," Gabriella panted above him and his control wained. He started to lap at her with earnest, hearing her moans and feeling her thigh muscles tense. He kept up his tempo and was soon gratified with the signs of her second orgasm. He kissed her inner thighs and her stomach as she calmed down. She pulled him up and looked him in the eyes. "I want you inside of me," she breathed.

Troy quickly considered the height possibilities but Gabriella was a step ahead of him. Pushing him backward gently, she slid down from the washing machine, pausing slightly on unsteady legs before moving over to lean against the dryer. The heat of it felt good against her skin and the dryer's motions were lighter and more subtle than the washer's, enough to set her nerves to awareness but not to chafe her unpleasantly. She looked over her shoulder and beckoned Troy to her.

Having gotten the message loud and clear, Troy pulled his pants down and readied himself behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her a little and she curled her hands around the dial panel to help him support her weight. He slid into her slowly, fighting for his own control. She felt so slick and hot. "I might not last long," he warned, his lips against her shoulder.

"Me either," Gabriella responded with a light laugh, gripping more tightly to the dryer panel.

Troy chuckled. "I guess we'll make it count then," he said huskily, placing a few kisses on her back and then beginning a slow thrusting motion inside of her. Becoming more comfortable with the positioning, the thrusts became more steady until they were fast and hard.

In her position perched over and pressed against the front of the dryer, the motions within the machine did heighten her sensitivity and add to her pleasure, as did the angle with which Troy was reaching her. Gabriella felt her body take off once more but in the unique way it did when she was joined to him. His thrusts continued until she felt him press her more tightly to the metal and felt his body jerking with its climax.

The sound of their harsh breathing became louder within the room as the washer came to a stop. A minute later, the dryer halted as well. Troy slowly backed up and helped her stand and turn to face him. His lips landed on hers once more and their kiss was tired but sweet. They dressed in an unhurried manner and grinned at each other as they set about removing the clothes from the dryer and refilling it with the second load. Troy took the dry clothes in one arm and placed the other around Gabriella's shoulders as they exited the room.

"So, now that you've done the research, what do you think?"

"I think," she said, looking up at him, "that I like doing laundry with you."

"I think you're amazing."

Gabriella grinned, thinking that Troy might be able to make any mundane situation exciting and that he made her feel more exciting and alive. She knew that was something she would not want to relinquish now that she'd experienced it.

Optional ch. 32 cheesy Troy line:

"Now it's your turn, tour guide. Show me everything else I should love in Chicago."

Random drabble (lines, ideas) that could have gone in various places:

"Why do you feel the need to just hook up with a girl and then move on to the next?"

"I haven't been able to hold on to a girl, so I just accepted that and I enjoy the short-term."

…

"And did you two have a nice time exploring?"

"Jen!"

…

(Gabriella's article)

It's not just a feature story; it's my story...our story.

…

"Your lips were made for kissing. They are like the inner petals of a rose…" Use maybe with rose petals pulled across her lips...sensual scene?

...

"It's too bad we didn't fully take advantage of our chocolate spa experience."

"It's funny you should mention that..." (cue chocolate sexiness)

...

Some church naughtiness…

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned…"

"You're so going to hell, woman...you know that, right?"

...

The next day, Gabriella was still turning yesterday's conversations with Troy over in her head. Their conversations were so up and down and all over the place and she wondered why they ran on a continuous loop in her head.

...

Pisa: (for another area or recalling Pisa?)

"That's how I feel when I'm with you...all tilted, off balance...and thinking that's a special thing, but still scary."

…

Another way they could have reunited in the end:

She has to come back to Italy for follow up assignment...Ivan contacts her editor for Troy and her friends are in on it...

A/N: From the epilogue, as some of you have asked, to the best of Troy and Gabriella's knowledge, they are not pregnant. That was the look of confirmation they shared with each other there, confirming there wasn't anything one hadn't told the other. Nonna is a fabulous meddler and a wise woman. Does she know something they don't? Or is she just messing with them or being wishful? You can decide. I see it one way but I like that folks have seen it in more than one. :) Also, I would never rule out a sequel but I make no promises either, though I am very flattered by the request for one. I've also tossed around the idea of writing up John's and Francesca's love stories as companion pieces. Mostly though, I am pretty happy with this story as it stands. If my muse moves me in the direction of a related piece in one way or another, I'll go there. But for now, my muse is pushing me in other directions. Some are Troyella and some are pairings in other fandoms. I hope you'll continue to check out my other works as they interest you. :) Troyella Italy Guide to be posted soon!