It was late into the night and Gabriella smiled as she collected Troy last monopoly 20. "This is a crime."
"It's simple math and strategy, come on don't you live and breathe politics."Gabriella fanned herself with play money.
"You're the banker, how do I know you didn't cheat." Troy said picking up his battleship.
"You watched me the whole time," Gabriella giggled as she began putting the money in separate piles to go back in the box.
"True. Which, leads to my next excuse." Troy held out a finger "I let you win."
Gabriella's mouth fell open, "Liar," she said gasp as she threw a playful punch at his shoulder.
"Well that's my story and if anyone ask," Troy collected the houses and hotels. "I'm sticking to it."
Gabriella rolled her eyes, "You better get some sleep because someone has to wake up early." She said in a sing song voice.
Troy looked at the bed rumpled during their four hour game of monopoly. Her pony sagged a little more and his shirt had winkled also in his disappointment he realized she had on shorts, however short, they taken from his 'only in his t-shirt fantasy.' Deciding he wasn't ready go to bed, to in the same bed, distractions, distractions, he needed something. His stomach rumbled and Troy let out a sigh. "I'm hungry," he said folding up the board. He taken off his over shirt and was in his jeans and plan t-shirt.
Gabriella smiled, "We can raid the fridge." She said looking at the box as she put the lid on it. "After parties we always have the best left over's."
"When I was going up we never had leftovers." He said with a shrug. "I mean we had a chef who cooked every day, made just enough food so there weren't any."
"What if you wanted seconds?" Gabriella said with a small frown.
"We ate properly, measured proportions all the right food groups, I mean before you came into the house dinner never really had a smell to it." Troy said looking at his bare feet. "Growing up we were always taught that we should have ours shoes on, if not those then slippers."
"Wow," Gabriella said with a laugh, "What are you a robot?"
"No," Troy smirked, "Just a senator going up for presidency." He said with nod to his head.
"So much to learn," Gabriella said getting off the bed walking around to the door, "Come on let's get some leftovers."
Downstairs she turned the kitchen light on and opened the fridge to take out some containers from the party. "I remember sometimes after parties, my cousins and I would have sleepover and then we would raid the fridge late at night."
"Yeah I think my first sleepover was when I had a girl over to my dorm room." he said with a smirk. "Not that, that wasn't fun," he said with a sly grin.
Gabriella stared at him and then turned back to the food quickly, a small blush rushing to her face. Troy frowned realizing the shift in the air. "I'm sorry," he said looking down at the containers she pulled out from the fridge.
"Don't be, it's fine," Gabriella said looking around, "I'll get a plate," she said walking around him.
"So what other things do you do on these sleepovers?" he said reaching his finger into a container for a piece of meat.
"I don't know," she said pulling out the plate and walking back to the table. "We talked mostly about boys Krystal was interested in," Gabriella said with a shrug, "Or about the family gossip."
Troy watched her as she made a plate of food, picking at chunks of steak and using a spoon to shuffle rice from one plate to the other. "Sounds like you had a very fun childhood, very different from mine." Troy let out a sigh and watched as she licked some of the juices off her fingers. "I don't know if it's everything you do or just that it's been awhile but," Troy eyes lingered on her lips.
Gabriella looked up at him, "mmm?" she took the spoon in her mouth and lifted both plates to make her way to the microwave.
Troy bit his lip, watching her bare feet tip toe on the cold tile floor. "So if you're the oldest of all your cousins?"
Gabriella put the timer in the microwave and then slid the spoon from her mouth. "I am, biologically and tecnincally?" she said with a nod
Troy took at a seat at the table. "Explain?" he said with a smile.
"Well I have three older cousins," she said with a smile. "I think," she said holding up the spoon, "My grandfather married seven times." She said with a smile.
"Jesus." Troy bit back a laugh, "That's … wow?"
"So I have a huge family," Gabriella said crossing her arms, "however in my section of grandpa's marriage record…" she paused. "My grandpa and grandma had six kids. Nomie is about 32 but she is my older cousin by marriage, however before that my uncle Papo had a child with a woman who ran off with said child and we've never seen nor heard from them again." She said with a small frown. "And Ricky is only a little older than me but my aunt Tata and big Ricky had a divorce so he ended up taking Ricky and so we never really got to see him."
Troy laughed as the microwave beeped and Gabriella let out a giggle as she turned around and took the plates from the microwave. "Your family is so much more interesting than mine. I mean Sharpay is out only scandal in the family and it just seems so… not a big deal."
"Well my family is a strong one," she said placing the plates down on the table. "We mange and. Then. Just. Don't. Talk about it." she said with a laugh.
Troy laughed as well getting up from the table to walk towards her. Her brown opened wide as he came closer his own height and body shape almost looming over her petite frame. "What's your favorite color?"
Gabriella furrowed her brow not sure where that question came from. "Green?" she answered looking at him oddly, "What's yours?"
"Light hazel brown." He said felling his heart pounding in his chest.
"That's very specific," Gabriella jerked a little with a giggle. "Kinda weird."
Troy shook his head and smiled at her as he came closer, close enough to place his hand on her cheek, "It's the color of your eyes,"
"Oh," Gabriella still as she looked up at him taking a deep breath she looked into his blue eyes that looked at her with tenderness. "I didn't know you knew the color of my eyes," she said with a small smile.
"It's a new obsession for me." he said placing his finger under her chin.
Gabriella heard the sound of her blood rushing in her ear and probably her face as she looked up at him her head tilting his own shifting to right. He was closer than before the smell of musk cologne stronger than it had ever been. His lips touched hers softly at first, almost not even at all but she could feel it the light pressure the uncertainly and clarity all at once. She wanted him to kiss her and he wanted to kiss her, there were no camera's, no watching eyes or points to prove or scores to keep. This was just in their world, this was about them. His lips touched hers a second time, this time with more pressure. After the initial shock she brought her hands up around his neck coming up on tip toe for a better angle and parted her lips for him. His hand resting on the small of her back while the other hand rested on the back of her neck. Her dark loose curls brushing against the back of his knuckles and in some odd way sending more fire and flames to her stomach. His kiss deepened his hold got more possessive he wanted her, she could feel him against her stomach, and he was getting hard, for her. His hand slipped under her shirt coming over her shorts and gripping her bottom in his hand.
There was a noise neither of them could identify but it made them spring apart with fear of being caught like two teenagers. Troy licked his lips, his breath was quick, he didn't see that coming. Looking down at the floor he noticed the spoon from her hand. It had fallen, a smile came to his lips and he hear her laughter as well, both of them looking down at the object which had scared them both and then at each other as the laughter died down. In a moment of silence she went to move left at the same time he went right both bumping into each other then they both went other way.
Gabriella let of another small laugh as she tucked her hair behind her ear, "I'll get some forks and some cups?"
"I'll get out of the way," Troy said with breath. He went right when she went left and turned around to watch her shuffle around the kitchen in time to see her get on tip toe to reach the glasses. He watched the shirt come up to reveal just the underside curve of her apple shaped bottom even with the shorts he could feel his hard on get harder.
Gabriella got the glasses and brought them to the table. "We're going to need napkins?" she said about to turn around.
"I'll get it," Troy walked past her a little closer than he expected as he brushed against her chest with his arm. The touch sent alarm bells though his body. This was trouble. Grabbing the napkins he turned around to see her pick at some food and then gently suck the food offer finger. He nearly lost it but came back to the table tightly clenching napkins. Gabriella turned around to head to the fridge for the soda, her body passing him again the light sent of her traveling on the air.
Gabriella pulled the fridge open but a hand from behind her shut it instantly. Turning around she came face to face with Troy who instantly pressed her against the fridge door. His lips hovering over hers, she brought up her hands up to his chest but his hands were faster. He had her pined to fridge door, her insides buzzing with excitement her mouth suddenly dry. She leaned forward to kiss him but he pulled back.
"Don't move," he whispered, Gabriella stood still her heart pounding and her breathing increasing with the suspense. His lips came closer to hers and she didn't move she could feel herself shaking with anticipation. He was teasing her with his lips, letting her get close enough but pulling back so she couldn't have it. A small moan escaped her lips as she forced herself not to move.
Troy eyes dropped down to her lips slightly parted and begging for his attention, if this were any other woman he have his way with her. He would have taken up to the bedroom and demonstrated his own methods of teasing. His mouth came down to her neck letting his lips feel her skin. The heat of it, the taste of it, and the way she gasped at each touch, all these things were things he couldn't ignore anymore. He wanted to lift her up, he wanted her on the table, he wanted her on the counter even if it was just a touch and taste of her, he just wanted her. That's when he let her go.
"What's wrong?" Gabriella said in a voice afraid she'd done something.
Troy held out both hands and extending it and resisting his instinct to touch her again. "Let's not do this here." He said in huskier tone then he intended.
Gabriella let out a shaky breathe, pretty sure she was going to go crazy, if he didn't touch her. "Troy,"
"Yes," he said taking five steps back so there was enormous space between them.
Gabriella moaned and shifted her body against the wall of the fridge door. "Come here."
"No, I like it over here" Troy lips pulled into a smile, "your father can't kill me, if I stay here."
Gabriella let out a breath. "You're going to let my father scare you?"
"Yeah?" Troy made his way around the table with a chuckle.
"We're married," Gabriella said hooking a finger his way.
"And alive," Troy said "he strictly told me no funny business while under his roof and I think we're shifting over that funny business line."
Gabriella smiled pushing herself off the fridge, and disappearing around the corner. Troy glanced around the kitchen his eyes drifting down to the plate of food discarded on the table. The sound of her feet racing as she came back into the room her grabbing his hand as she ran passed him.
"Wait what are we doing?" Troy said chuckling as he followed her.
They were outside on the driveway both laughing and giggling as she opened door to the back seat of the rental. Gabriella climbed in dragging Troy in behind her. "Problem solved," she said with a giggle as she moved herself so she was sitting on top of him.
"Oh my god," He said leaning his head back, "I can't remember the last time I made out in the back seat of a car?"
"If you say I'm pretty, I'll let you get to 2nd base?" Gabriella said with a smile as she playful wiggled in his lap.
Troy groaned as he held her hips with his hands. "What does 2nd base even mean anymore?" Troy said feeling the edges of her shorts beneath his fingers.
"I think that's the one where you put your hand under my shirt." Gabriella said leaning down to place a small kiss on his lips. His bulge pressed against his jeans and Gabriella could feel it, slowly she moved against it, not sure if she should be doing it, but doing it anyway.
Troy closed his eyes as he kissed her back, his hands reaching up slowly gathering the material of her shirt and bunching it at her waist. He could feel her warm skin, her quick breathing, her fingers were trembling. "Are you alright,"
"Yeah," she said with a small smile. "Are you?"
Troy took a breath as she moved again, his erection rubbing against his zipper. "I'm fine." he said looking up at her. Troy's hand slid up the inside of her shirt and she gasp.
"Your hands are cold." She giggled lifting her hands she reached for her hair scrunchy and pulled it letting all her hair come loose, "Earlier in the kitchen you said you didn't want me to cut my hair," Gabriella said in low voice, "Why?"
"Because I like you hair," Troy said feeling her skin against the palm of his hands. "I think it's sexy,"
Gabriella giggled, "You do?"
"You know what's even sexier?" he said as he made circles on her skin with the pads of his thumbs.
"What's that?" Gabriella asked leaning back a little.
Troy leaned up and kissed her lightly, "That this is my shirt," Troy smirked.
Gabriella's lips came down on his and she moaned as she continued to move against him. Both of them continuing to make out and fool around for the next 40 minutes.