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CHAPTER 14
"This is our very last practice!" Gabi announced brightly as she skated into the tennis court, her cardigan caught on the iron opening which she unhooked and faced Troy. He looked handsome in his carpenter shorts and a grey t-shirt, already skated up.
He also looked sad; Gabi couldn't help but wonder why. She skated up to him, placing her hands on his chest.
He looked down on her petite form, seeing she was wearing her short black shorts and a white vest under the cardigan.
"What's up, Wildcat?" She asked.
"After the skate competition I won't have an excuse to sneak a feel of your ass." He said sadly.
She flicked her gaze up, pleasantly surprised by his comment.
"We can do this once a week, just to reminisce." She promised.
He cupped her behind, dipping his head to kiss her.
"Well that makes me feel a little better…" He smiled, tracing her delicate features with his fingers.
"Are you worried about something? About us?" She wondered.
He shrugged. "Maybe. If I go to dance school, that's three weeks without you." He admitted.
Gabi couldn't repress her smile.
"The skate comp is in three days. You have your end of year dance tomorrow. Look on the bright side." She said.
"Three weeks without your amazing ass. That's depressing." He pressed his lips together as she tugged on his hand playfully. Gabi rolled her eyes.
"You know, Bolton, anyone would think you only want me for my backside." She commented, skating away from him.
"Never…" He smiled, following her.
"Sometimes a girl needs reminding there's more to her than her 'amazing ass'" she quoted, resisting his hands.
"Hey! I seem to remember you telling me all I was good for was making out last night." He objected.
She pursed her lips. "That's my version of being romantic." She defended.
"You want romantic?" He asked, catching her finally, pulling her into his chest as she faced away, his arms wrapping around her belly to hold her hips into his groin.
"It's nice sometimes…" She teased, arching a brow.
"Okay, well, you like spoiling my surprises, but…I'm not going to the dance on Friday. I have something planned for us instead." He said, feeling his body react to being so close to her.
He sighed. Every time! Every time he even got within five feet of her, she had him hard. She turned, touching his belly through his top, feeling his sigh and wondering the cause of it.
"Are you okay?" She checked.
"Yeah, you just get me every time, beautiful." He admitted.
"And you get me." She pointed out, a cheeky glint in her eye as she led him away from the tennis court.
"Where are we going?" He asked, nervously.
"Oh, just somewhere I know." She said mysteriously.
"Gabi…" He begged.
"I want to please you, is that so wrong?" She asked, flicking a look down to his bulging jeans.
"Here? In the park?" He wondered aloud.
She merely giggled and led him away but it wasn't the park she had in mind. They ended up in his tree house, the sturdy frame hiding them from the rest of the world as they came together, softly.
Their passion had been crashing, grinding, at times so desperate he wondered if he ever hurt her during their lovemaking; but not today.
Today she laid her mouth on his so gently, like the whisper of a touch and her hands began to undress him as he looked around, wondering where they could get comfy.
"Wait, here…" He said, breaking from her to pull out his bean bag, gesturing for her to go down on it.
"You sit." She commanded.
"Nuh-uh," he shook his head.
"You sit, I'll straddle." She said and this time he lifted his brows in agreement.
"Gabi…" He began as she undid her shorts and wriggled out of them, peeling her panties away too, right before him where he reached for her.
"Yes Troyby?" She asked breathily, kneeling down across his thighs, stripping off his t- shirt, her small hands enjoying the expanse of his chest.
"How did I ever get so lucky?" He wondered then, capturing her mouth once more as his firm hand cupped the back of her head and brought her lips to his, her whimper of submission accompanying her hands against his chest.
"I guess you just are…" She murmured, her hands going to his belt buckle, stripping down his jeans, then his boxers, her gaze lingering on his arousal.
He licked his lips, reaching for her, peeling off her vest, letting his fingers soak in her curves, his mouth swallowing her sighs as she vocalised her desire.
Removing her bra, he kissed her all over, sucking her nipples one at a time, slowly winding his tongue over the hard peaks, gently palming her.
His tenderness was striking just as her gentleness was and they both looked at each other in wonder, almost in shock.
"This is love, right?" He asked, almost unsure as to the feeling whirling in his belly as she sat across him, ready to take him into her dark secrecy.
She smiled at him, sinking him into her hot intimacy, reaching out to stroke his chest as he threw his head back and moaned, grasping at her thighs with delicate insistence.
"This is love." She confirmed, taking him to heaven and back with her curvy body.
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Troy looked around his childhood safe haven and smiled as he thought about how it would now hold a whole new meaning for him. One that went much deeper than becoming blood brothers with Chad or having his first kiss.
His fortress would now be the place that he truly fell in love.
Gabi stirred in his encircling embrace, smiling softly at him. They were dressed now, contently wrapped up together, sleepy and loved.
"So on Friday…" He began, feeling Gabi shirk from his arms, tipping his head as she did so.
"On Friday…" She led, straightening her clothes, patting down her hair self-consciously.
"Meet me at the old station, at the shed we used for practice. I have something I want to show you." He said.
Her lashes flicked down, covering her eyes.
"Can I…Can I come with you? I don't know if I can walk alone yet." She hedged and he frowned, hating seeing his strong, independent girl look so vulnerable.
"That's what I meant." He adjusted quickly, to relieve her worry. "Pssh, as if I would even make you do that." He joked.
She smiled. "What should I wear?" She asked becomingly.
"Something nice. Maybe a dress." He hinted and she squinted at the same time she smiled.
"How long will I be wearing it?" She mused.
"As long as you like." He returned.
She giggled. "Okay. Pick me up then, 8 o'clock?" She checked.
"Sure thing. You wanna cuddle some more?" He asked hopefully, stretching his arms out for her to curl back into him.
"No, I should go…" She sighed. "My mom's been all weird since we got attacked." She rolled her eyes.
"So she should." He answered knowing he hadn't seen either Jason or Chad around and thanking his lucky stars because if he did, all hell would break loose.
"You gonna drive me, or I gotta hitchhike?" She asked, getting up.
"Can you pretend to hitchhike with me? That'd be kinda sexy…" He teased as she climbed down from his tree house, her laugh making him happy.
"You are such a weirdo." She accused, scampering across his lawn to his truck.
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"Hey…" Troy greeted as Gabi came to her door, his jaw hitting the floor at the dress she had on, not sure where he should look first.
It was black and long and covered her whole body but it was silk and silhouetted her curves perfectly. The front was a low V, as was the back, showcasing most of her upper body, hinting at her small, but perfect breasts beneath.
Her hair was straightened, laying either side of her shining face which he just loved looking at, no matter what form it took. Her eyes were dark, lined with black, adding to her sleek, sexy look.
"Sorry, no legs." She apologised, flicking her keen gaze over his tuxedo, noting he still hadn't lost his favourite shoes. She smiled at that, biting her lip.
"…Beautiful." Troy finished his intended greeting, letting out a breath as he continued to stare.
"Stop looking at me like that." She admonished and it reminded him of the night he had snuck into her room.
"Like what?" He teased in return.
"Like you just saw Angelina Jolie or something…" She complained.
"You know what?" He asked, stepping forward, bracing his hands at her small waist.
"Angelina Jolie has nothing on you" He complimented. "She doesn't have your ass for a start…"
"Oh boy." She rolled her eyes, and then called behind her. "I'm off now, mom!"
"Okay be home by midnight!" She called back, then appeared behind Gabi. "Look after her, Troy." She asked nervously and he nodded solemnly, knowing he had let them both down before but he wasn't going to let that happen again.
"Oh mom!" Gabi complained lightly, taking Troy's hand. "Let's go Troyby." She instructed, practically dragging him to his truck.
The shed was nothing like she remembered it to be. There were pretty lights hanging from the ceiling, streamers, soft music playing.
Troy had set up a table with a picnic basket, some wine in a metal bucket.
"You got alcohol!" She said with shock and he chuckled.
"My mom won't even notice, she has a whole stash…" He grinned, watching her pretty face light up as she took in his simple decorations.
"This is amazing." She said, awed, turning to him. "See, you are romantic."
He shrugged, taking her hand once more. "When it matters."
"Let's dance!" She enthused, standing opposite him, letting him hold her firmly, and swishing around the floor with him.
"I'm not very good yet, hopefully I'll be better after three weeks of intense lessons." He smiled sheepishly.
Her hand wound into his hair at his neck. "This is perfect, Troy." She said, shushing him.
"I can't believe the competition is only a few days away…I'm so nervous." He admitted.
"We've worked so hard, it's gonna be amazing." She assured him.
"Where do get your faith in me?" He wondered, smiling bemusedly.
"You never give up." She pointed out.
"Nor do you." He argued.
"Ah yes, but I am Gabriella Montez. I have a reputation remember? Not always a good one…" She said drily.
"You've never been anything but beautiful to me." He said softly, stopping their dance, taking her closer to kiss her.
"Don't you have the semi-finals next weekend?" She asked curiously.
He nodded. He was allowed back on the court and he was playing for the Wildcats again, having beaten the Bears twice to get there.
"Yes, Troy Bolton, basketball hero." He teased of himself.
"Can I share with you?" She asked with interest.
"Well I don't know…" He began. "They normally put us all in a hotel and all those cheerleaders…I'm bound to end up shacked up with one of them…"
"Me?" She suggested hopefully.
He grinned, touching his forehead to hers.
"Well I suppose I should, seeing as I love you an' all." He quipped.
"Don't strain yourself on my behalf…" She murmured back, their lips closing in.
"I already did that enough times…" He goaded and she giggled, kissing him finally.
"I'll pack my sexy underwear." She rolled her top lip over her bottom one, leaving his arms to get some strawberries.
"And she leaves me like this-again…" He complained to the ceiling, arms outstretched in his loss.
"Quit moaning and come over here, Bolton." She instructed and he joined her at the table for food as they fed each other and shared soft smiles.