A/N: Yeah, I'm 1 year old!!! Thanks so much for everybody that supported my stories this year, that not only read but reviewed too. I love writing and this is one of the things that relax me tremendously and I'm just happy I can share it with someone! Thanks so much for accepting my crazy ideas, my characters, my different locations and sometimes weird animals. In name of Troy, Gabriella, Jack, Taylor, Sharpay, Chad, Ryan, Garreth, Gabe, Eve, Mandy, Emerson, and every other character I ever wrote, I say obrigada, gracias, merci, grazie, thank you for reading it all! You guys rock!
Alright, so someone asked me how many chapters I have left for Inked and ha, I was thinking maybe 15 not sure though. I know I don't have much left to write about and I don't want any more drama, really. I just wish Troy and Gabriella and Emerson to live a happy life, full of adventures and love. But yeah, who knows, lol I'm tell you next time how many chapters left. :p Takeee care!
- M
Disclaimer: I don't own HSM or Jason Mraz.
"Look into your heart and you'll find love,
Were just one big family,
And it's your godforsaken right to be loved."
NEW YORK CITY, NY
SEPTEMBER 05, 2008.
Troy Bolton was starting a new chapter in his life, one he was sure he'd do everything right and praise the two girls that without much effort made his heart accelerate as though he was bungee-jumping. For the first time, he had stopped thinking about his own pleasure first and was focusing on what the others thought too. For ages he felt like he didn't care too much for what the others would think or say, and still he didn't, expect for Gabriella and Emerson's opinion, those meant the world.
He had done everything correctly and he could see it in his daughter's eyes and in Ellie's smile. Her eyes were blinking with pleasure as they strolled down the park, their baby in the middle of them, hands clasped together, swinging back and forth with every knew step they took towards their new life. They were a family, a group of people now. Gabriella was not alone anymore, because he would take care of her. He would love her endlessly, like he should have always loved. Troy would prove his love to her everyday if possible, he would take tiny steps to conquer her heart and make her truly forgive and trust him. That was his new goal in life and he was looking forward to it. He had so much to catch up on after three years.
The day was lovely and warm, the sky blue and cloudless, the city as loud as normal, not that he cared, because as he walked around Central Park with Gabriella and Emerson with him, he was locked in his own little world, and the madness of the city seemed like a pleasurable adventure. For Troy, the cars did not honk, the people did not scream and the sun was not hid by a building anymore. Everything was fine, it was all good as long as he had the two girls with him. It was actually perfect, he couldn't hope for anything more.
They had spent two hours together already, and those hours seemed like minutes to him. It was incredible how the time flew every time he had fun. Truth was, he didn't want it to pass so fast, he didn't want the weekend to be over, because it meant he'd be alone again and the sound would come back, the crazy people and the darkness from the lack of sun, too. And then it would be just Troy in that huge apartment that had no life, no laughs and not the two girls he loved the most in the world.
He tilted his head back and looked up, his eyes scanning the birds that sang animatedly, flying from one tree to another, seeming so happy to be free. A tiny smile curled on his lips as he studied the preciousness that was that day, memorizing all the single details of it. He quietly prayed that he would feel as complete as he was right now every day, and that he, Emmy and Ellie could be together forever. Troy focused his attention back at his girls, smiling when he saw Gabriella looking at him amused, "Let's sit over there" he suggested, raising his hand and pointing to a beautiful, tall and bushy tree near the lake. "What do you think, El?"
She nodded, shoving Emerson's stuffed polar bear under her arm and indicating with his head he should pick the girl up like he had done when they were visiting the Central Park Zoo. He smirked, scooping the baby up, laughing himself as Emerson erupted in a fist of sweet giggles as she wrapped one arm around his neck to secure herself in his arms... as if he would dream of letting her fall, he'd die before he let something happen with his daughter.
Gabriella waited as Troy sat down on the green grass, Emerson quickly standing up from his lap as she spotted a tiny white dog just a few steps from them, playing with another toddler. She looked pleading at Gabriella, that just nodded and smiled, quietly telling her daughter that she was allowed to go play. Troy frowned and he bit his lip as he observed the little girl moving away from them and bending down to talk with the red haired little boy that seemed to be her age. "Do you think it's safe to let her play with a dog?"
"It's fine," she assured him, crossing her arms over her chest, watching as her daughter threw a red ball for the dog to catch. "She is just over there, if something happens, we can totally see her"
"I don't know, maybe I should go there and make sure the dog is nice to babies... what if it bites her?"
Troy still had his lip squeezed between his teeth when she rolled her eyes and bent down in front of him, cupping his cheeks with her hands and obligating him to stare into her brown orbs. She felt a chill running down her spine when he locked eyes with her and his expression softened immediately, "I know this is a new thing for you, Troy..." she added when he seemed confused, "Parenthood, but nothing is going to happen with her, she is fine, so relax" she stroked his cheek for a second with her thumb and he sighed loudly, "Besides, I don't think the boy's mom would let him play with the dog if it bit"
He looked down and nodded once, then looked up at her face again. Gabriella was so unbelievably close to him again and it still felt like he was dreaming. She was kneeling down in front of him with such a peaceful face, so beautiful and so pure. She was touching him and, as he moved his hand to encircle her waist and she just closed her eyes, he knew she was allowing herself to be touched by him again. Troy's fingertips moved teasingly slow up the sides of her body, caressing her body so tenderly up and down as his nose and warm breath stroked the side of her face, her cheeks, her neck, her earlobe.
"Baby..." she whispered and he connected eyes with her, the gorgeous chocolate color of hers getting lighter with every new breath she took through her mouth. Troy let his right hand run down from the top of her head to her shoulders and she bit her lip at the intimacy from his touch after three years of no contact at all. His knuckles traced her shoulders, going down the side of her body just to stop in the place he knew his name was still inked to her skin, a proof of her love for him since the beginning. He had claimed her his the first time he put eyes on her and she had accepted it. She had agreed to be his forever and now she was in front of him again, even after he fucked up, giving him another chance to love her, bringing him back to life.
"Ellie..." he glued his forehead to hers, his nose caressing hers, the smell of coffee coming from her lips lingering in his mouth, forcing him to lick the bottom of his lip as he thought he would drool any second now. "We made several mistakes in the past, we jumped into the baby part of the relationship," he said slowly, closing his eyes, "not that I regret our daughter, she is the best present you could ever give me, but I just think we should take slow this time" he breathed through his nostrils, his insides wanting to kick himself in the butt for not taking her back to his apartment, undress her and make love for the rest of the weekend, "We should... get to know each other again, just go out on a date... just–"
He was interrupted by her lips crashing down on his. He moaned automatically and locked arms tighter around her, bringing her body to brush against his, opening his mouth to accommodate her eager tongue. Her taste was sweet and it still drove him crazy and begging for more. Troy sucked on her lower lip and she wrapped arms around his neck, both forgetting they were in the middle of the park and there were people probably hating the PDA.
"I think," she finally said, her lips moving slowly on his, her fingers curling around his hair, "that this is a very responsible decision" Troy nodded, tilting his head to the side to capture her mouth on a kiss again. Her lips were soft against his for a second, then tongues started feuding and he had to find strength inside not to lie her on the grass and allow their ultimate connection to happen.
Gabriella pulled away again, her lips pink and swollen, her face flushed and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her again, but maybe that was the reason it didn't work out with them the first time, he was trying to get into her pants since the first day he met her. So he would do it different this time, because he didn't want her to think he was after her body, he wanted to show her love. He'd do anything possible to make things work this time. "I want to prove to you that I changed, Ellie. I want you to see I'm worth it..." he involved her in a hug and whispered in her ear, ""I need you to love me in return, baby"
Her whole body trembled slightly with emotion at his words and desperation. She felt salty and fresh tears welling up in her eyes as she pulled away from him, "I never stopped loving you." Gabriella looked down and her hair fell in her eyes, covering the beautiful brown pools Troy loved so much from his sight. She closed her small hand around his fingers, bringing his hand up and pressing it against the side of her body on top of her Troy tattoo, "You filled me with heat again, Troy... you brought it back to life"
NEW YORK CITY, NY
SEPTEMBER 06, 2008.
Sounds. Feelings. Smells. Atmosphere. It was all so nostalgic and at the same time, it felt like it was brand new for Troy Bolton. He remembered every single detail about Gabriella; the way she laughed, how her sweet giggle made his heart flutter, the way she touched him and it was like flames were surrounding his body and soul, the smell of her perfume, the love that filled the room as they were together. Yet being in his position right now, he had to admit that he was slightly apprehensive every time he thought of what to do next.
It was as though as the reckless, adventurous teenager had abandoned his presence, and let place for a fresh, mature, responsible newborn Troy Bolton to command. Although he was still very confident and brave like the old Troy, this time he had no idea of what to do. He just didn't want to screw up again, he needed to be perfect this time.
Troy Bolton let his eyes travel around the spacious and modern room, just to sigh in annoyance when he realized his house was not exactly the safest place in the world for baby . Actually it looked more like a bachelor pad, previously created for parties and to score chicks. But that was just the old Troy. Now he craved for a house with a white fence, garden and maybe even a dog. He wanted a house that looked and felt like home. Running one hand through his hair, he leaned against the black leather couch and sighed for a second time; he needed a change fast. He had to make sure he'd do anything to be closer to Gabriella and Emerson full time. He could probably do that, he could definitely give up being a player and find an ordinary job back in Albuquerque. He would not make as much money as he did now, but he'd still be able to provide for his daughter and Gabriella.
And the heat, the way not only his insides were melting with warm flames, but his house seemed to have life now, not the empty and cold corridors from before. His couch felt more comfy, his walls more bright, the furniture lovely decorated, as if just because he had Gabriella and Emerson in his life, he was seeing the world differently, it was all good, all beautiful. Troy knew he could give up everything, his money, his job, his potent car, the parties, just to have them, just to feel the way he was feeling right now, just to have the heat warming his cold heart for the rest of his life. The rest was not important if he had the girls.
So moving back to Albuquerque, he thought to himself, knowing that he had to base his next steps on how the weekend would turn out to be, because even though he wanted to be closer to Gabriella, he had no idea even if she kissed him at the park, that she wanted to be with him endlessly. But the way they touched, the way their lips connected so perfectly after so much time, the way she said he was bringing her back to life...
"Hm... maybe" he said quietly to himself, nodding his head lazily up and down as he rubbed the back of his neck, his thoughts far away, so far he never really realized the beautiful dark haired woman standing in the middle of his living room and the baby in her arms, dressed in a pink PJ's, sucking on her thumb rhythmically. He never paid attention to her glowing eyes as she studied him, as if he was one of the most important things in the entire world. Troy would only have to take a look at her to stop all his worries, because if their eyes locked, just once, he would see in her expression that she wanted nothing more than to be there with him forever, too.
"It's never a good sign when we start talking to ourselves" Gabriella commented, a half-smile playing on her lips as she rocked her body back and forth, Emerson gradually closing her eyes with every new movement of her mom's body. Troy snapped out of his trance, slightly shaking his head to focus his eyes on her, his heart accelerating immediately and hands getting sweaty. He gently rubbed both of his palms against the side of his jeans, smiling when she motioned with her own hand for him to stand up and join her.
For the first time in a long time, he doubted if he could really stand up and close the gap between them, not because he didn't want to, on the contrary, he wanted it more than anything. But his knees were so weak he couldn't stand and he was so nervous that it was even embarrassing. Troy flushed a tone of bright pink and looked down, just to hear the sickly sweet laugh that escaped Gabriella's throat buzz on his ears when she realized he was like this because of her. Fuck, she knew him too well.
"Great, now you think I'm pathetic..." he rubbed one hand across his face, "I don't know what you do to me, Gabriella. But it's scary 'cuz even if I know you for so long, I still get paralyzed every time you're around" he looked up and she was standing in the same position, the baby clutched securely to her chest, "It's so embarrassing..." he admitted, "I thought one day it would be completely safe to be near you without feeling this crazy rush of emotions inside of me, but it never stops..." Troy breathed through his nose, his eyes focused on his fingers as he started playing with them, "It just gets stronger, I swear one day I'll just explode"
Gabriella smiled big, the urge to be near him overcoming her body as she let her brain process the information her heart was screaming at the top of its lungs. Her legs took her to the place she wanted to be, and even in the darkness of the room that was poorly illuminated by the faint light of the lamp, she found Troy with ease. As though she had been living with him forever and knew where every furniture was... as if it was her house too.
Their home.
She sat beside him on the couch and he quickly shifted in place as she offered the beauty asleep in her arms, involving Emerson in his strong arms as if that was the place she meant to be. Troy kissed the top of the baby's head, his nose caressing the skin of her forehead and she moved against him, very slowly, searching for the most comfortable spot in her daddy's arms. She decided to just rest her little head against his chest, her hand closing around a handful of his shirt.
"I love you, kitty..." Troy whispered gently and Emerson snored lightly, making him grin involuntary. He looked at Gabriella and his heart swelled with love as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders, bringing her close, holding in his arms his life... his past, present and future. "I love you, El" he told her, "So much..."
"I love you too..." Gabriella admitted as she wrapped one arm around the two of them, her head touching his shoulder ever so gently as her hand stroked the chestnut hair of their precious baby. Troy sighed in happiness, his lips finding her forehead and pressing a light kiss there that lingered for seconds, sending a shockwave through her body. Gabriella's urge for more was strong, she had been holding herself for so long that now it seemed impossible to keep doing it' she did not have a reason to hate Troy anymore, or the motivation to do it, so the most normal thing was to succumb to her feelings.
"Troy..." she pleaded lowly, her lips tracing his shoulder, "Baby..." he looked at her and his lips parted slightly, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip that was as dry as a toast. Damn her for being so sexy and so beautiful. Damn her voice to be able to cause a revolution inside his body. Damn him for being so ridiculously in love with her since day one.
She didn't need to ask for a kiss, because he knew exactly what she wanted because that was what he wanted as well. A kiss to celebrate their reunion, this very moment, the fact their family was together again. He bent his head down to meet her lips halfway and their mouths connected with a soft and quiet soosh. Their lips traveled silently against the other, tongues dancing together in perfect harmony.
"Thanks" he said huskily, lips still glued to hers, "Thanks for letting me in again..."
He was just tense. Hyper. He couldn't focus on anything else. Yes, he was supposed to be sleeping already, he was expected to be completely disconnected from this world and to be enjoying whatever dreamland would offer him tonight. But how could Troy Bolton sleep knowing that someone so beautiful and sexy like Gabriella Montez was just around the corner, sleeping in the guest's room, closer than she ever been from him in three years? How could he relax and try to sleep if every time he closed his eyes, the image of her would pop in his mind and haunt him like a ghost? Because it was not only her laugh, her smile, her face that filled his head, it was her all, body and soul, under him, her sickly sweet voice asking him to go faster and harder, the crave that he had to be with her again after so long, the need to see with his own eyes that his name was still there on her, keeping them together...
Yes, it was already 3AM, but he couldn't sleep, because Troy Bolton was hard at the only thought of Gabriella being next door. He had to admit that this only happened with her, he was never that excited when he was with other girls, it didn't matter if they were prettier than Gabriella or not. Truthfully, he still had to find someone that looked more attractive and perfect to him than her, but it seemed impossible. All the girls were not fun enough, not cute enough, not sexy enough.
It was all Gabriella.
It always was, he just took literally forever to realize that it wasn't only her sex appeal, it was the fact that he was madly in love with her too that would drive him to the edge of his reason. Because with Gabriella nothing seemed enough, he was never fulfilled, he always wanted more. If he touched her, he couldn't stop. If he kissed her, he wanted it to last forever and as soon as he began loving her, he knew it would be eternally.
Troy growled lowly as his dick twitched slightly inside his flannel pants, as if his body was begging for stimulation. No, he told himself, he needed to be stronger this time and prove Ellie that he was changed. He could always control his teenage-like-mind before, but this time things were getting harder to deal with. He sighed loudly, kicking the blankets to the edge of his bed.
It felt like deja vu as he sat down on his bed, holding his foggy head in his hands. He could feel his body's frustration collapse on him hard. Couldn't the night be over faster? He wanted nothing more than morning to come, so he could take Gabriella to a public place, where he would be obligated to behave himself. At his house, he wanted nothing more than to act like the savage animal he felt like he transformed into every time she was around. He was possessive, he was needy, he was crazy about her. He was love sick and she was his only medicine.
He had to laugh and shake his head negatively as he stood up to march towards his suite's bathroom. Not that it wasn't true, it was just hilarious that the Troy Bolton was that whipped, even to himself. He never thought he would be so deeply affected by love that he wouldn't act normally again. But it was all Gabriella's fault and if she promised he could have her forever, he wouldn't mind feeling like this. He actually liked it.
Pussy, his mind teased as after being stood in front of the two doors, one that would lead him to the bathroom, the other that would lead him to the living room again, where he only had to go down the corridor to be where his Ellie was, and he decided to be true to his words and go to the bathroom and take a nice shower to calm his body. As the hot water warmed his body and washed his worried away, he finally smiled to himself as the never ending thoughts that rushed through his mind seemed to be gone at least for now.
An hour later, he was back to bed, finally ready to try and sleep again. His mind was relaxed, his body as well. Troy squeezed his eyes shut the exact moment his body made contact with his soft pillow and a pleasurable sigh escaped his thin lips. He could feel his body getting gradually numb as a sequence of yawns were released by his body. His mind was starting to blank off, his thoughts about Gabriella getting mixed with the images of her in his dreams.
Troy breathed softly as he saw himself opening a door, the sound of it loud and clear in his ears. He strolled down an empty room, searching for any signs of her. He looked and looked, but she was nowhere to be found. He decided to sit down on a wooden chair and wait for her, just in case she was lost or late. The chair was comfy and groaned with the new weight on it as he sat down.
His ears perked up as he heard a laugh, so sweet and angelic that he thought it came from above. At the same time, the room's windows opened brusquely and hot air surrounded his body, so soft and gentle that it felt like a caress. Troy closed his eyes, letting the wind stroke his cheeks, jaw, chin... feeling how it ran slowly up to his eyes, traveling along his eyelashes, across his forehead.
"Shhh, don't talk so loud" he heard a distant voice, so bubbly and still very unknown to him, "Oh, no, no,no... it's me"
Troy shifted in place as the wind seemed so strong now that could literally scoop up his body from the chair. He felt like his arms and legs were being lifted and his stomach twisted gently with the soft material that made contact with the side of his body and neck.
"I don't like you anymore" someone, a girl – he was positive of that – complained and he wondered where the heck the voice was coming from. Now it seemed so familiar, so baby-like-sweet. "Okay Mo... okay"
Mo? he said quietly to himself, knowing that this was the name his daughter called her cat. He shifted again as a body snuggled closer to him, soft hair tickling the skin of his left arm and he knew for sure he was no longer dreaming. He opened his eyes slowly, just to see that it was 5PM and that he probably didn't sleep not even for an hour. Tilting his head to the opposite side of his alarm clock, he was met with the most adorable hazel eyes in the world.
His heart fluttered inside his chest and he found himself smiling at the little girl. Emerson giggled and snuggled closer to him as he wrapped one arm around her tiny waist, her hand closing around his earlobe as she played with his earring.
"Baby, what you doing here?" he asked gently, one hand that now looked too big rubbing her back up and down, as he tried his best not to laugh at the frown on her face. She was too damn adorable for her own good. "How did you get here?"
"Mad?" she asked shyly, her lips pressing together in a thin line as she looked down, afraid he was angry for her escaping to his bedroom.
"No" he shook his head lazily, tickling her under her chin so she could look him in the eyes, "I'm not mad, baby. I'm just curious"
Emerson relaxed completely at the confirmation that her daddy was not mad at him and she rapidly jumped up on the bed, Troy's reflex as a basketball player helping him to sit down to scoop her in his arms as she lost her balance for a second and almost fell of the bed, "Watch out kitty"
The toddler giggled again, clapping her hands animatedly as though falling of the bed would be really fun. Troy rolled his eyes and laughed too, sitting her down on his lap and kissing the top of her head, "So, what are you doing here?"
She rubbed the top of her head, "I sleep kitty"
"You want to sleep with me?" he lifted a single eyebrow and she nodded excitedly, unwrapping his hand around her waist to lie down on the bed again. Emerson patted the bed and Troy smirked, lying down beside her and closing his eyes as she touched her little hand to his face, "I sing now" she informed more than suggested and he nodded, "Sing the kitty song, like momma sing"
Troy knew that having one of his girls in his arms, was the safest way to guarantee he would sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. Surprisingly, he was wrong this time as he decided not to sleep anymore, finding the idea of staying awake and watching his daughter sleep much better than sleeping himself.
NEW YORK CITY, NY
SEPTEMBER 07, 2008.
Things changed drastically in a matter of seconds, Gabriella knew it, she was a walking proof it did. Her life always followed this philosophy, ever since she could remember. She began noticing it when she was a sixth grader, because she used to hate math with all her power, but then one day she woke up liking it. The same happened with broccoli and now she was addicted to broccoli and cheese. With Troy was never different, on the contrary, it happened more powerfully. She loved him for so long, then she hated him with what she thought was all her forces, now she loved him again... immensely.
A couple of hours ago, she had found herself freaking out, literally having a panic attack as she got inside the elevator with Troy after him convincing her that letting Emerson with a nanny for the first time, so they could go out for a couple of hours and spend some time alone was not a suicidal suggestion. Not long ago, the idea of letting her two year old daughter with a stranger in a city that was not the one she lived and at a house that, as much as she felt like it was her own, was not home, was very scary.
Only 120 minutes ago she was trembling from head to toes, thinking she would not be able to enjoy nothing of her night with Troy because she couldn't get her head off Emerson alone with a woman that looked way too young and very reckless. The thing was, she had no reasons to freak out, since Troy had promised that the nanny was well recommended by one of his team mates, that she used to take care of all his children for more than two years and nothing bad ever happened. Gabriella had shook the girl's hand, had talked to her and read letters from previous parents that had approved her work with the kids, but she couldn't help but still feel a bit uneasy, as if her daughter was not safe, even though she clearly was.
She had no idea when it happened, or how it happened, but as soon as Troy clasped their hands together and the breeze of the night surrounded her body, her worries about Emerson being too small to stay with a nanny disappeared. That moment, Troy Bolton was the only thing she could see, the only person her mind could focus on, as selfish as it could sound.
"Gabriella..." his voice was soft as a silk, so husky that raised the hair of her body. Yes, everything had changed so much. A night that had started with her panicking had transformed in pure lust, pure need as she rocked her body against his, grinding, their sweaty bodies clinging to the other strongly as they moved at the same rhythm of the song, both of them silently telling the other that they never wanted to let go.
Troy had surprised her with VIP tickets to the concert of her favorite band, and she couldn't remember when was the last time she had so much fun like she was having tonight. She had sang and danced, jumped excitedly, she had a gorgeous man beside her, laughing all the time, thinking that everything she did was amazing, a man that really enjoyed her company and loved her. What more could she ask for?
Their bodies were moving gradually slower as the song the vocalist was singing turned into a mellow ballad. It was hot, a freaking inferno inside the stadium, but as much as she needed air, she needed Troy, and she had decided the time she stepped in that place that she would only let go of him when she had to go back to Albuquerque tomorrow.
Albuquerque, she thought to herself involuntarily as Troy wrapped his stronger arms around her body and buried his head in the crook of her neck. Tomorrow it would all be over, the magic she felt when he was around, the feeling of being loved, the heat that filled her. Gabriella frowned as her nose touched his muscular chest. She shook her head slightly, this was not the time or place to think about sad things, it could wait till tomorrow. Tonight she was going to have fun with Troy as if there was no tomorrow.
"You're so fucking beautiful, baby" Troy whispered against her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin, the tip of his nose lingering on the curve of her neck and shoulder. Gabriella moaned automatically and Troy growled darkly against her skin, knowing that if she started moaning it would be the death of him. For her surprise, he was already aroused and she could definitely feel it, but she wouldn't be the one to mention it since she was as excited as he was.
Troy had created her, he had created the monster addicted to sex that she had transformed into every time he was around. It was pure need to be connected with him in every ways, to feel him fill her insides with his best. Troy being so handsome didn't help her at all. To say that tonight he looked amazing was a lie, because he looked better than it. He was exhaling sexiness and confidence and she wondered if she would be able to keep her hands to herself any longer.
He had done everything correctly to seduce her, he brought her to see her favorite band, he had offered the best drinks she had ever tasted, he was dressed in black, and God only knew how much she loved when he was wearing black. Troy's floppy hair that he had recently trimmed a bit was messy as she kept running her hands through it as they danced, part of her loved that he used his hair long, but the other part of her getting more aroused now that his hair was slightly shorter, just because she could see his eyes getting darker as he observed her.
His big and calloused hands traveled down the sides of her body as the song changed to a more agitated one, caressing her exposed skin, letting traces of fire on her. His fingertips moved promptly up and down, mechanically, teasingly, inviting... so freaking tempting. Troy's nose stroked her jaw, his hands cupping her hips and pulling her closer. Gabriella closed her eyes and let her emotions sink in as she felt his forehead touching hers, his breath was rough and warm against her mouth and nose, and it smelled like the mint gum he was chewing on.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked huskily to her, his eyes squeezed shut, his tone of voice low and dangerous, "What I feel for you is going to kill me one day, El... I'm going to explode"
As he said these words, she felt like his erection popped more noticeable, and she wondered what he really meant by explode. The moan that escaped her lips was embarrassing, but was as low as a whisper compared to the loud music that was being played by the band. Troy felt his heart constrict at the sound of her pleading and his brain shouted that he should do something, that being rational wouldn't work anymore, mostly because he became unthinkable when he was with her.
"Fuck" he hissed darkly, his teeth squeezing the corner of her mouth as Gabriella held tightly to his hair, their bodies functioning against the other, "I'm trying to go slow, but having you here so close to me..." he whispered the words lovingly against her mouth, "It's so hard.. so fucking hard baby"
"Then let it go" she pressed her lips against his in a quick yet lasting kiss, "Don't hold back too much. I'm not hurt anymore"
"I promised--"
She shook her head rapidly, interrupting him. Her hands closed around his hair as he pulled her closer to his body, "We wasted too much time already" Gabriella pleaded, her kisses lingering on his shoulders, face and neck. "What we feel is not going anywhere, so love me Troy... Or let me love you"
The minutes passed by slowly as he looked at her intently. Gabriella's eyes widened slightly with anticipation as she observed his blue orbs darken with lust. Troy's large hands pressed roughly against her hips as he licked his lower lip like a savage animal that had just spotted its prey. As if he was the lion and she was the weak lamb.
She traced his cheek and clenched jaw with her thumb, quietly praying that he would do what she had asked. His fingertips moved eagerly from her hips up her arms and she felt like it was possible for her toes to curl with pleasure. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she was sure she could trust him to hold her and not to let go.
"Decide it already" she said lowly, almost begging. And as his mouth closed around hers and she felt her feet no longer touched the ground, she smiled to herself. He was going to love her.
"So I won't hesitate no more,
It cannot wait, I'm sure,
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short,
This is our fate,
I'm yours."