DISCLAIMER: I do not own High School Musical or any related characters

DISCLAIMER: I do not own High School Musical or any related characters.

A/N: Well I can honestly say that after surveying all the reviews from C&M and rewriting this chapter like fifty times, I have decided to change the rating. So please, if many of you are uncomfortable just skip the first part! I am warning you right now so none of you can accuse me of not putting a warning in! Anyway, please be gentle with your reviews as it is my first time writing a scene like this! I hope you enjoy my return chapter of DF! (I am also so sorry about the delay! But if you are a dedicated reviewer of C&M, you would all know why I have been out lately! In short my internet has been down!)

Dangerous Fascination

CHAPTER 13

CAUGHT

She clawed at his back as he slammed her into the wall beside the stairs. He had no idea where they were going but he did know that if they didn't get there soon, he was going to drag her too the floor and take her there. He slid his hand up her thigh to the hem of her shirt, gripping it; he pulled his mouth away from hers for the few seconds it took to rip the shirt off her body. They both heard it tear and neither cared as she dragged his mouth back to hers and her hips began to move against his. He pushed his pelvis against hers as his hand yanked at the clasp of her bra and it dropped down enough for her breasts to spill out. He yanked his mouth away from hers, ignoring her whimper of protest as his tongue slid down her neck, finding the spot that made her moan before he shifted her higher and closed his mouth over a hardening nipple.

The surprised gasp that escaped her only spurred him on as he traced the nipple with his tongue and his hands slid to her skirt and he tugged at the zipper situated on her hip. He felt her hand slide down the back of his shirt as she moaned before she yanked at his shirt in an attempt to pull it off him. Pulling away, he dropped her to the ground and let her drag his shirt over his head, before dragging her back to him and feasting once again on her mouth. His hand slid up her side, abandoning the zipper of her skirt for her breast, she moaned deep into his mouth as his thumb brushed over a rock hard nipple and then she pulled away.

"Upstairs…Oh God, Troy." His teeth sank into joining of her neck and shoulder as he lifted her again and began to climb the stairs, taking time to knock a picture off the wall as he did so.

She moaned slightly when they got to the stairs, dragging an arm from around his neck to reach for her doorknob. Once he knew which door it was, he beat her too it. He shoved her against the door as he fumbled with the handle, his mouth working over her neck as the door opened and he opened his eyes enough to get a glimpse of the bed and its general direction. He barely stumbled as he made his way over to it, his mouth once again back on her breast as she arched her body into him. Pulling away from her breast once again, he moved back to her mouth and they dropped to the bed, her gasp of surprise at the unfamiliar weight not stopping him from tugging her skirt and panties down her legs.

Pulling away from her, he ran a hand up her leg as they both heard the articles of clothing drop to the floor and then watched, his breathing heavy, as her eyes darkened even more as his hand cupped her, finding her hot, finding her wet. She opened her mouth to say something and only moaned as his fingers began to stroke her. He watched her eyes as her hips began to move, moans escaping her lips as her body began to writhe beneath his, her breaths became pants and then she cried out in shock as her body reached flash point.

Even though he was throbbing as he watched her body relaxed, even though she looked up at him as if there couldn't be more, he drove her up again, watching as shock flitted across her features before she let herself sink into the pleasure. This time when she came her body went taut and her cry was one of pure pleasure instead of shock.

He was aching now, viciously, as her eyes reopened, light now as satisfaction and pleasure mingled and she looked up at him. Deliberately, he shifted and watched as her eyes widened as she felt him against her before darkening as her body responded, her hips rising to press against him tightly, arousal replacing satisfaction and pleasure in her eyes.

"More?" Her voice was rusty, thick with arousal and he fought a groan as he recognized straight sex as well.

His mouth came down hard on hers again and he tasted sweat on her lips as her hands found the edge of his shorts and began to tug them down, he felt her stop as he moved his mouth down to her neck and heard her fight a moan as his hand slid down to cup her once again and then he froze.

His hand dropped away from her and he heard her whimper from the loss as he raised himself up on one elbow, listening intently and then he heard it again. A car door slammed, and it slammed too close for comfort.

"Troy?" He closed his eyes briefly at her rusty voice and then looked down at her as he heard a car door open up again and knew that there was someone in the drive way. He was off her in a matter of seconds, pulling his shorts up as she sat up, fear quickly spreading across her features.

"Gabriella, get up. I can hear a car." He hissed at her and watched as her eyes lost the erotic mix of pleasure, satisfaction and arousal and knew that this time they both heard a car door slam close.

He watched as she flew off the bed, grasping her panties as she flew to her closet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a large jumper. He watched, with regret, as her body disappeared from his view and she turned to him. For a moment, they simply looked at each other.

"Is it your mother?" He asked and Gabriella nodded, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to tame it. Troy didn't bother pointing out that nothing was going to tame her hair or fix her swollen lips either and, he fought back a wince as he realized that he'd left marks all over her neck that the hooded jumper wasn't going to hide.

"Oh my God. The clothes." Troy knew his eyes widened as he remembered that they'd discarded both his shirt and her shirt and bra down the stairs.

She reacted much more quickly then he did and Troy had to assume it was because she didn't want her mother to know exactly what they'd been up to as he followed her down the stairs, reaching her as she picked up his shirt and threw it too him. Before grabbing her bra and shirt and looking around desperately for a place to hide them as they both heard a car lock. As he watched the door warily, Troy looked at Gabriella and felt shock run through him as she yanked off her jumper and pulled on both her bra and shirt as the doorknob turned.

"Troy?" Troy glanced down at her when he heard her terrified voice. "Are you…are you still-" Troy cut her off with a shake of his head as Alexandra Montez walked in the door and stopped dead at the sight of her daughter and a boy.

Her daughter and a boy who both looked like they had tumbled out of bed, she thought with a start as she took in Gabriella's tousled hair, still swollen lips and a look in her eyes that said more to Alexandra then she would let on. The boy was just as tousled, however, he wasn't avoiding her gaze and he wasn't giving her anymore then what she could get from her daughter.

Troy watched as Gabriella's mother took in the appearance of the two of them and knew that she was piecing what had been happening together as her eyes flicked over both of them. Her scrutiny of the two of them gave him time to regain control of himself as Gabriella shifted uncomfortably beside him. He felt her hand brush against his and knew that she wanted something to reassure her and couldn't understand why she was asking him for reassurance. But he gave it too her, he didn't know why but he gave it too her, he shifted just enough to block his hand and hers from Gabriella's mothers view as he allowed her to slip her hands into his.

"Hi mom." Troy looked down at her, surprised that she had been the first one to speak and then felt her grip his hand tightly as Alexandra's eyes shifted from her study of him to her daughter.

"Hello Gabriella and?" Troy glanced at Gabriella at the question and watched as she moved even closer to him. He wondered whether or not she was going to answer the question and was beginning to contemplate answering it himself before she spoke.

"Mom, this is Troy. Troy this is my mother, Alexandra." Gabriella said quietly and Troy realized that she was beginning to feel nervous as Alexandra glanced between the two of them and understanding dawned in her eyes.

"It's nice to meet you Troy." Alexandra smiled at him and Troy realized that she wasn't going to call them out for what they might or might not have been up too and Troy wondered that if she knew what they had been up to why she was letting them off so easily, especially seeing as Gabriella was innocent.

Remembering that, Troy felt something inside him catch as he realized that he had forgotten. He had forgotten until right now that Gabriella was innocent, he had forgotten because she had responded to him so feverishly and he realized that because he had forgotten, he would have hurt her and hurting her, no mater how cold, how unfeeling he acted towards her wasn't what he wanted. He couldn't hurt her deliberately, physically or emotionally.

"Nice to meet you too Mrs Montez." Troy said and felt Gabriella squeeze his hand tightly at his cool, composed words. There was silence again as Alexandra studied them and Troy felt Gabriella move again before her mother spoke again.

"Would you like to stay for dinner Troy? I don't feel much like cooking, so we'll only be ordering in pizza but your welcome to stay." Alexandra said and Troy heard Gabriella's gasp of surprise at her mother's question. Troy glanced down at her before looking back at Alexandra who was watching him with an expectant look on her face.

"Let me give my Dad a call and see." Troy said, stalling for time. Alexandra nodded and, giving Gabriella a meaningful look, walked into the kitchen. Sighing, Troy looked back down at Gabriella and then pulled her out the door Alexandra had walked through.

"Troy you don't have to stay. Mom was just trying to be nice." The words were out of her mouth before he had a chance to say anything to her and Troy rolled his eyes as he pulled her towards his car, which was parked on the curb in front of her house, stopping at it he turned around to face her and knew that she had no idea what to do now that they were both out of the passionate haze that had enveloped them ever since they had left the park.

"Gabriella, I didn't say no and I didn't say yes. Don't put answers in my mouth." He tried not to snap at her as she looked up at him and he realized that neither of them had let go of each others hands.

"I'm sorry." She whispered and Troy studied her as she looked down at the ground, he could read her like an open book and knew that she wasn't handling what had happened and what was happening as well as she could and, for the very first time, he wanted to make it easier on her.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked, somehow finding gentleness as she tilted her face to look up at him again. Gabriella shrugged and Troy rolled his eyes, sliding his hand beneath the jumper she wore and running his thumb over her hip, trying to ignore the memory of sliding his hands over it not twenty minutes before.

"I don't know. Do you want to stay?" She asked and Troy glanced back at the house, trying to think as Gabriella stepped closer so their bodies brushed. Looking at her, he wondered what could go wrong if he agreed to stay and knew that nothing worse could happen. Somewhere, in a corner of his mind, something was trying to warn him away from agreeing to have dinner with Gabriella and her mother, warning him that he was already losing the coldness and detachment he was renowned for when it came to Gabriella and that if he wanted to clear his head and regain the control he used to have on his emotions, he had to leave, now. He had to leave before she became much too important to him. Shaking his head slightly, Troy cleared his throat slightly.

"I'll stay." He said quietly and Gabriella's eyes snapped to his and Troy felt something inside him catch and wondered what the hell it was as her eyes glittered happily up at him. Before he could pull away or stop her, she had leaned up and pressed her lips to his.

"Awesome. What kind of pizza do you like?" She asked as she lowered herself back to the ground. Troy shrugged, feeling slightly awkward as he glanced around, hoping no-one had seen her kiss.

"Whatever. Don't care really." He muttered and Gabriella nodded, seeming to sense that she'd done something wrong as he looked at the ground.

"Okay. I'll go tell mom." She said and Troy breathed a quiet sigh of relief as she let go of his hand and stepped away from him. He watched her go and leaned back against his car as he heard her open the door and shut it behind her.

When he knew she was safely inside, he groaned and rubbed a hand over his face as for the first time since he'd seen her with Doug in the park he had some time to think and gain at least a small pocket of control over what was happening. He knew that half of what had happened within the last hour and a half he hadn't processed yet and he had a feeling that he would need to be completely out of Gabriella's presence before he could actually do that. Whatever was happening between them was beginning to spin out of both their control and it was beginning to do that much too quickly for his liking. With another groan, Troy opened his car door and reached inside for his phone. Finding it, he hit speed dial one and waited for his dad to pick up the phone.

"Hello, Jack speaking." Silently, Troy wished his dad didn't sound so chirpy and then ignored the thought as he realized that he needed to speak.

"Hey Dad, it's me. I'm not going to be home for dinner." Troy said and knew that his dad would be curious as to why his son wasn't going to be home. So he prepared himself for the interrogation as the words sunk in.

"Alright. Why not?" Jack asked and Troy glanced at Gabriella's house wondering what he should say before he sighed.

"I'm having dinner at a friends place. I'll be home by curfew okay?" Troy asked and heard Jack let out a breath at his words.

"Uh-huh. Which friend? Chad?" Jack asked and Troy rolled his eyes at the question, suddenly realizing that his father knew exactly where he was and who he was with.

"Whoever you want Dad. I've gotta go. I'll see you when I get home okay?" Before Jack could reply, Troy hung up and threw his phone back into his car, not really caring where it landed as he shut the door and locked his car.

With a sigh, he headed for the front door unsure what was going to happen as soon as he walked through it and not really sure if he was as ready for what was going to happen on the other side of the door as he needed to be.

He let Gabriella lead him out of her house, hearing her mothers warning to not dawdle too long and knew that the warning wasn't necessary. He needed to breathe. He'd never spent this much time with one person and he had never meant to spend as much time as he had with Gabriella. He wished he had listened to the little voice that had warned him he was beginning to lose his control around her and that if he wanted to keep that he needed to not have dinner with them, he needed to not sit at a dining room table and play cards with her and her mother, he needed to not let Gabriella lean against him when they had been sitting on the lounge or let her enlace their fingers while they'd been sitting there. He was beginning to become caught in something he didn't particularly want to be caught in. He was beginning to lose his edge around her and he knew he needed to push her away when he said goodbye. He needed to not be near her for a few days and clear his head and regain his control.

He felt her stop and automatically he stopped too, looking down at her as she turned around to look up at him. He studied her silently, seeing that something had shifted in her eyes as she gazed up at him.

"Thanks for dinner." He said and a smile pulled at her lips as she continued to look up at him.

"You're welcome. Thanks for staying." She replied and Troy wondered why it sounded like they were skirting around something and then realized that they were. They were both skirting around what had happened before her mother had walked in the door. Studying her again, this time a little bit more intently then he had before. He realized what had changed in her eyes. She didn't know what was going to happen next, she didn't know if he still wanted her or not.

"Free meal's always a good incentive." He shrugged and Gabriella managed a weak smile at his words, Troy could see that she was almost nervous at being alone with him right now and felt like rolling his eyes. He'd had her naked and practically begging for him only a few hours ago and now she wasn't so sure of herself and it amused him slightly.

"Well, glad we could help." Gabriella replied softly, once again examining the ground.

Suddenly frustrated with himself and the way they were both skirting around the situation, Troy grasped her upper arms and pulled Gabriella into a long, hot kiss which only stirred up the need that was becoming an ache as he felt her give into the kiss and mould her soft curves to the hard lines of his body. Before he lost himself in the feeling of her against him, Troy pulled away from her. Hearing her whimper of protest, Troy very nearly pulled her back to him and then took a deep breath as her eyes opened to look up at him.

"We're going to finish what we started Gabriella." He said it quietly, with purpose as she looked up at him. Troy looked at her and caught the trust in her eyes, the trust he told himself he was not going to abuse.

"Okay. Alright." She nodded, and Troy narrowed his eyes as he studied her. She seemed like she was in a daze as she looked up at him and Troy gave her a gentle shove backwards as he unlocked his car and headed for the drivers side.

"I'll see you around." He said and didn't wait to hear her response as he opened the drives door and slid in.

Starting the car, Troy watched as Gabriella stared at his car for a minutes before she turned and headed for her front door. As soon as she was safely inside, Troy started his car and put it into gear and stepped on the accelerator. As he drove, he tried to process exactly what had happened in the past few hours. For the first time since he had seen her in the park, Doug standing a little too close to her for his liking, Troy was able to regain some control of what he was feeling, how he was acting. He was able to let the ice which had begun to melt rapidly in the few hours he was with Gabriella freeze again and as soon as it froze, as soon as he had locked away the feelings which he needed to examine when he felt just that little bit more in control and clear-headed, he realized something.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He breathed as he pulled into his driveway and killed the engine. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pounded the wheel once as he ran it through his head again and then groaned, throwing himself back against his seat violently.

He'd fallen for her. He'd managed to get caught in the fucking trap he hadn't been able to see. He'd managed to get caught in a trap he had set for himself.

A/N: Okay, well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! (I'm not too sure about it myself, but I hope you enjoyed it!) And I really hope you didn't expect it to happen that easily! I had to make it difficult for all of you as well as them! Ah well, I would say I'll update soon but it'll depend solely upon my workload and what's due when!! I hope you enjoyed!