A/N: Huge thanks to Corii for helping me with the end of this chapter, and Kait for letting me bounce my ideas off of her and giving me her opinions!

Reviews make Troy do a sexy little hairflick ;)

Joseph watched his oldest daughter and her boyfriend eating dinner with a displeased look on his face. It unnerved him how comfortable his little girl was as she blatantly flirted with Troy, it unnerved him about how comfortable his wife and Troy's parents seemed to be with the teen's developing relationships.

He wanted to be left alone with Troy for a few minutes, to have the chance to give him the old "hurt my daughter and I'll hurt you" speech, but Maria had made sure that he hadn't had the chance and pointed out how much Gabriella would despise him if he scared Troy off.

"Stop glaring at them, Joseph," Maria hissed quietly, but Gabriella still heard, turning around so she was facing her parents she rolled her eyes, signalling to them that she could hear them before she turned back to Troy, giggling at him as she stole another French fry off his plate.

"Do they have to sit like that," Gabriella heard her Dad mutter, and she looked down at Troy's arm wrapped around her waist as she sat between his outstretched legs. Deciding not to upset her Dad, Gabriella went to shift out of Troy's grasp, but he tightened his hold on her, shooting her a small pout.

"Stay," he mumbled, dropping his head so that his chin was on her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck. "Mmm you smell good."

"Troy," Gabriella breathed. "Behave," she scolded as Troy's fingers started to inch south, toying with the waistband of her sweatpants.

"Gabi, can you take us to the games room after dinner?" Will asked his older sister, looking over at Connor and Logan who joined in his pleas.

"Mama?" Gabriella asked, lacing her fingers with Troy's wandering ones as she turned to Maria to see if she wanted her to take the boys to the game room.

"Not tonight, sweetheart," Maria told Will. "We have to be up early in the morning if we want a full day at the snow so you can stay in the motorhome until it's bed time."

Will opened his mouth to complain, but Lucile cut him off.

"Connor and Logan will be having an early night too," she smiled. "After five hours of driving today you must all be needing a good sleep."

Silence set upon the group as everyone finished eating, and Troy whispered gently to Gabriella.

"Wanna come to the games room with me and watch a movie?"

Gabriella nodded, eager for some alone time with her boyfriend after being around her family for the whole day.

"Mama, can me and Troy watch a movie in the games room?" Gabriella asked sweetly.

"If it's okay with Lucile and Jack," Maria agreed. "And you don't stay there too late, you both need an early night as well."

Gabriella resisted the urge to roll her eyes, figuring she needed to be as polite as possible if she wanted to get a few hours alone with Troy.

"That's fine with us," Jack spoke for him and Lucile who nodded her agreement. "But like Maria said, don't stay out too late."

"And remember that there are other people who might be using that room too," Lucile warned. "I don't want anything to come back to us about what you two were up to."

The teens blushed at Lucile's warning, neither noticing Joseph's brow furrowing as he thought about what Lucile was inferring his daughter was going to get up to alone with her boyfriend.

"I'll just go and get changed," Gabriella said as she stood up from Troy's lap. "Do you want any help cleaning up from dinner, Mama?"

"No thank you, honey," Maria replied. "You and Troy go and start the movie so you can be back at a reasonable time."

Gabriella nodded, shooting Troy a smile before she disappeared into the motorhome. Troy too stood up, telling the adults he needed to find a sweatshirt and disappearing into the other motorhome.

"Do you think we should let them be alone?" Joseph asked quietly once the teens were out of earshot and the younger boys had been allowed fifteen minutes to play before they had to head inside and get ready for bed.

"We have to trust them," Maria replied. "I know you still think of Gabriella as your little girl, but she really is growing up, Joe."

"This time next year the pair of them will be finished high school," Jack pointed out. "They're not young kids anymore."

Joseph didn't answer, because at that moment Troy emerged, his jeans having been changed for a pair of black sweatpants which he wore with a dark grey hoody. He had an open backpack in his hands which held a few dvds and some snacks.

"Mom can we take a few cans of coke?" He asked Lucile, waiting for her approval before he darted back into the motorhome to fetch them, coming back out just as Gabriella came into view.

"Ready?" Troy asked his girlfriend, wondering how she managed to make baggy sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt look sexy.

"Remember what your Mother said," Jack called out to the teenagers as they walked away, Troy slinging the backpack of his shoulder so that he could take Gabriella's hand in his own, shooting her a smile.

Troy and Gabriella had been in luck as they entered the game room, with the people that were playing pool in the small room leaving only a few minutes later.

As soon as they left the pair, who had been deciding on a movie to watch, looked at each other, a familiar glint present in each other their eyes, alerting the other to the fact that they wanted the same thing from their current situation, exploration time.

"We better put on a movie, just in case," Gabriella suggested, causing Troy to raise an eyebrow.

"Are you suggesting that we're not going to watch a movie, Miss Montez?" Troy asked, wrapping his arm around Gabriella's waist and drawing her closer to his side. "Are you leading me astray?"

"So what if I am?" Gabriella teased, swinging a leg over Troy's legs so that she was straddling his lap. "Would you be complaining, Mr Bolton?"

The air in the room was getting heavier, and the chemistry behind the sultry looks, flirty touches and seductive comments were making the two teens begin to breathe harder, anticipating what each knew was a sure thing to happen.

Troy could only shake his head as his gaze dropped to his lap where Gabriella was moving gently against him – such small movements that Troy was uncertain if she was aware she was even moving – causing Troy to harden more with every passing second.

It wasn't until Gabriella closed her eyes as she started to press herself down harder on Troy, the movements speeding up the tiniest bit, that he realised she was doing it on purpose.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Troy asked as his hands came to rest on Gabriella's hips, pulling her down a fraction more against him.

"Anything," Gabriella replied breathlessly, wrapping her arms carefully around Troy's neck, the fingers of her good hand threading through the soft hairs that were there.

Letting go of one of Gabriella's hips, Troy picked up the first dvd his hand landed on.

"This one?" Troy half waved the dvd in Gabriella's attention, knowing she wasn't even going to look at it, she would just agree.

"Looks good," Gabriella nodded before she crashed her lips on Troy's, putting all the lust and chemistry that was flowing through her body into the kiss which Troy eagerly reciprocated.

It felt to Troy like the kiss had only just started when Gabriella pulled away, slipping off of his lap and sitting cross-legged on the couch next to him.

"Movie," she instructed simply, her eyes glistening playfully as she tilted her head towards the tv as Troy looked at her in disbelief.

"Gabi," he whined. "I was enjoying that."

Gabriella giggled at him, nudging him with her knee until he stood up, dvd in hand as he hurried over to the tv, putting the disc in the player and waiting impatiently for the menu screen to come up.

As he waited his eyes stayed focused on Gabriella, watching her as she licked her bottom lip slowly, nervously, and played with a few strands of hair that were framing her face.

"Gabi are you okay?" Troy asked gently, feeling the nervous energy that was coming from her.

Gabriella nodded that she was okay, but in all honesty she was beyond nervous. While Troy was under her, his lips on hers, his hands on her, she couldn't think of anything besides how good and right it all felt. But as soon as his presence was even slightly away from her, she started thinking about what he expected from her, in this rather public place.

As Troy tried to decide if Gabriella was telling the truth or not, the menu screen came up and he hit play before returning to sit on the couch, keeping a slight distance from her, feeling that something wasn't okay.

"Troy?" Gabriella asked softly, not meeting his gaze.

"What's wrong, baby?" Troy replied, unable to resist taking Gabriella's small hand in his own, squeezing gently.

"How many girls have you been with?" Her voice emphasised the "been" and Troy chuckled gently.

"In the way you're insinuating, none," Troy replied honestly. "I've fooled around with a few girls when I've been drunk at parties, but I've never been with someone I've cared about. My friend Chad has this idea that I think girls have cooties or something, because I never date or anything."

"Really?" Gabriella asked in disbelief. She knew she couldn't be the only girl in the world to find him insanely attractive, and she had assumed that he was popular with the girls at East High, was a campus player or something of the like.

"Really. What about you, how many guys has a gorgeous girl like you caught?" Troy asked, feeling a pang of jealousy as he thought about another guy touching Gabriella.

"None," Gabriella shrugged. "I was always more interested in studying and photography than the boys at my school."

"Geek," Troy teased. "Do you want to watch the movie?"

Gabriella shook her head at Troy's offer, knowing that he would watch it with her if she wanted to, but she wanted to feel Troy's lips on her own again, even if she wasn't sure how much further than that she was willing to go with him that night.

"What do you want to," Troy started, being cut off as Gabriella put her index finger of her hand that wasn't holding Troy's against his lips, silencing him.

Leaning over Gabriella gently placed her lips against Troy's in a sweet, soft kiss. Being careful to not hit Troy in the head with her heavy cast, Gabriella moved her hand to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him down with her until she was laying flat on her back with Troy hovering over her.

"If you want to stop," Troy breathed in Gabriella's ear as he fought to catch his breath.

"I'll let you know," Gabriella responded with a smile, tilting her head a little as Troy's lips descended on her own again, his tongue teasing open her lips, darting inside momentarily but not long enough for Gabriella to catch it with her own.

Gabriella's soft mewl of frustration brought Troy back to a state of hardness and he tried to ease his lower body away from Gabriella, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable after her apprehension a little earlier, but Gabriella's hips rose up to try and make contact with Troy's groin, her hands moving to pull him back down to her, desperate to feel him close to her.

It didn't take long before hands started to roam, Gabriella's good hand slid under Troy's tops to run her fingers over the defined muscles in his back, slipping around to his front and skimming her fingertips down the middle of his stomach and over the bulge in his sweatpants.

Troy was eager to get his turn at exploring Gabriella, knowing she'd got a taste of him the other morning in the motorhome and so he moved slightly off of her, laying on his side next to her, his back against the back of the couch.

Slowly, as to give her time to stop him if she so wished, Troy pushed up her sweatshirt to her ribs, exposing to him her taut stomach.

Gabriella watched her boyfriend's blue eyes darken as they travelled over her golden skin, one of his hands settling low on her stomach which sent shivers through Gabriella's body.

"Tell me to stop," Troy whispered as he started to suck gently on the soft skin at the base of Gabriella's throat as his hand started to inch it's way upwards, the combination of Troy's mouth and hand making Gabriella moan gently, her hips instinctively raising off the couch ever so slightly, seeking friction.

"More?" Troy asked as his hand came to rest just below Gabriella's breasts.

"More," Gabriella pleaded, her voice throaty, her eyes begging Troy. "Please, Troy, please."

Troy pushed Gabriella's sweatshirt up further, expecting to be met with the material of her bra, but his eyes were instead rewarded with the delicious sight of Gabriella's bare breasts, heaving with her deep breaths.

"Fucking hell," Troy muttered as his eyes darted up to Gabriella's face, taking in the blush that covered her cheeks and the playful smile that danced on her mouth. "Gabi, shit."

"I just thought it would be easier," Gabriella mumbled, feeling nervous once again at Troy's intense stare. "I um, know they're not, mmmm."

Gabriella's sentence turned into a moan as Troy's thumb flicked across her pebbled nipple, his hand cupping the breast and squeezing the soft mound gently.

"Perfect," Troy muttered as he caught Gabriella's lips in a frenzied kiss, his hand moving to repeat the actions on her other breast as her own hands tried to pull him back down on top of her. Seeing her efforts were proving fruitless Gabriella skimmed her hands around to Troy's waistband, quickly slipping her good one inside and encasing his length in her small hand.

"Fuck," Troy grunted. "Gabriella, baby, uh, let me touch you."

Feeling bold, Gabriella took her free hand and guided Troy's hand down her bare torso to rest on the waistband on her own sweatpants.

"I'm not stopping you," she whispered.

Fighting back a groan, Troy began to tug down Gabriella's sweatpants, but Gabriella quickly pushed his hand away.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," she mumbled, her hand still wrapped around Troy's erection as she spoke.

"Gabriella, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, we can stop," Troy reassured her.

"I want to, but that," Gabriella looked down at her pants. "If someone walks in and I… didn't have them on."

"They don't have to come off," Troy reasoned, realising Gabriella's fears were nothing to do with having him touching her. His hand moved back to her lower stomach, slipping under the sweatpants and brushing along her underwear, producing a moan from Gabriella.

"See?" Troy said softly as he started to rub her through the satin material. "Want me to stop?"

Gabriella shook her head furiously, making Troy chuckle quietly before he pushed aside the material of her underwear, his fingers finally making direct contact with Gabriella's wet sex, his long index finger slipping into her, making Gabriella cry out.

"Who knew the math geek had such a dirty mouth?" Troy teased as he gently rubbed Gabriella's stomach as he cuddled into her from behind after they had gained their breath back.

"And who knew the jock would meet someone who would make him beg for her touch," Gabriella teased right back.

"These fingers might be small," Troy whispered, lacing his fingers with Gabriella's. "But wow."

"Wow?" Gabriella giggled. "That's all you can say?"

"Would you rather I used some of the expletives that slipped from your pretty little mouth?"

Gabriella swung her arm back to hit into Troy's shoulder, a small pout forming as she twisted in his arms to face him.

"Do I see a pout that needs to be kissed better?" Troy whispered as he gently brushed his lips against Gabriella's swollen ones, feeling his heart skip a beat and reinforcing his constant thoughts that he was falling more and more for this beautiful girl.

"I hope you got a photo of Troy's faceplant, Gabriella," Logan laughed as the two families walked back through the camping grounds to their motorhomes after a long day out skiing, snowboarding and playing in the snow.

Troy looked down at his girlfriend, his face wincing at the pain in his shoulder.

"I didn't," Gabriella replied, smiling sweetly at Troy, and then when he turned back, Gabriella nodded her head at Logan and Connor, indicating she did too have some pictures of Troy falling off his snowboard.

"I saw that," Troy grumbled, unable to keep the smile off his face as Gabriella smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes.

"No you didn't," Gabriella argued. "I'll just go inside and get the first aid kit and clean your face up."

Troy shifted uncomfortably as he waited for his girlfriend to re-emerge, his clothing was cold and damp, his wet socks and gloves had made his hands and feet feel like they had spent hours immersed in ice cold water and he pulled his gloves off, tossing them to the ground as Gabriella came into view.

Gabriella lead Troy over to a chair, indicating he should sit, which he did, and she straddled him, the first aid box sitting between their stomachs as the pair enjoyed a few seconds of alone time just to watch each other, neither able to stop the smiles that formed at the sight of the other one.

"It looks sore," Gabriella frowned finally, turning Troy's head a little bit to examine the scratches that went down his face and neck, the area bright red from impact.

"Not really," Troy shrugged just as Gabriella put some antiseptic ointment on some of the cuts. "Ouch!"

"Sorry," Gabriella giggled. "What were you doing anyway, show off?"

Troy took the distraction, sucking air in between his clenched teeth as Gabriella continued to clean his cuts.

"I wasn't showing off," Troy argued. "I was just doing a simple nose and tail roll, and then there was a stupid man in my way and I…"

"Fell over?" Gabriella offered, patting Troy's skin dry with a dry face cloth. "There all cleaned up."

"You're being mean," Troy pouted, moving his hands to rest on Gabriella's hips, the wet material not feeling the slightest bit cold to his numb hands. "You owe me a kiss."

"Do I now?" Gabriella asked. "Where does it say that?"

"Page 67 of the girlfriend manual," Troy supplied.

"The girlfriend manual? Well I can't argue with that," Gabriella leant forward, meeting Troy's lips halfway in a gentle kiss that didn't take long to become heated.

"Gabriella? Can I see the photos you took of my son falling on his face?" Jack called out from the Bolton motorhome and Troy groaned.

"Baby, no."

But Gabriella leapt to her feet, running away from Troy and to the motorhomes as he got up and chased after her, her squeals of laughter as he caught up to her and lifted her up in his arms filled his ears and made his heart race. Troy spun her around to face him, her chocolate coloured eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed as she reached up to kiss him quickly unable to resist temptation, taking advantage of Troy being stunned for a second she raced back to the motorhomes.

Yes, he was definitely falling for this girl, and he was almost positive that she was falling just as hard for him.