This is the last chapter of 'Slave'. I am going into hospital tomorrow for a rather uncomfortable test so leave me nice reviews lol ;)

I will post a rather random one-shot story at the weekend before I start on TomBoy.

Hope you enjoy it ;)

CHAPTER 15

"I'm not wearing this home…" Gabi complained of her costume, leaning back into Troy's chest for comfort.

"I kinda like it…" He nuzzled her ear.

"Really?" She twisted with a frown.

"It suits you."

"It just reminds me of being a slave," she explained.

"Then you must take it off immediately," he suggested with a mischievous warmth in his voice.

"Nice try," she smiled back.

"I have spare clothes if you want to borrow any," he offered easily.

"Can we stay here a while?" Gabi asked him. "Just…enjoy the beauty before we go home?"

"Mm, that's a great idea," he busied himself with brushing his lips down her neck.

"Troy," she tried to gain his attention.

"Hm?" He flicked his tongue out and she panted in surprise at the heat that licked inside her.

"Can we not do this…now?" She begged.

"Huh?" He looked up, realising they were still miles from civilisation. "Ah, okay…"

"Unless you want to make love on the sand with no-one but us around to know?" She suggested.

Troy swallowed at that image; of Gabi, all bronzed and beautiful wrapped around him as their bodies sank into the grainy sand, warmed by heat from the day's sun.

"Uh…"

She twisted and smiled at him. "You do, don't you?"

"I…uh…do you?" He asked back.

"I don't think I can wait until we reach the next town to kiss you again," she offered.

Troy stopped Peter and jumped down, helping Gabi down with slow ease, his smiley eyes meeting hers. "I have a tent."

"Then let's use it," she agreed.

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It didn't take long once they were inside the small protection for their kisses to start up again.

Troy took his time; like there was nothing else he would rather being doing right now- or for the foreseeable future- other than kissing her lips and holding her tight in his arms.

It was only when she broke those long, drawn out kisses to utter his name that he allowed himself to move on from that simple; enjoyable activity.

And then he took great pleasure in removing her clothing; the little there was of it, along with his own.

Once her skin was bare, his lips dropped slow, achingly tender kisses down her chest in a line toward the throbbing pulse in her peaks that somehow made her arch; pushing her flesh up for his lips and she almost felt him smile at her urgency.

"Easy…" She heard him breathe, his hands joining the unhurried attack, running up her back and clinging to her curves; almost stroking her into submission.

"I've waited too long already;" she considered, cupping his head as he came dangerously close to the place where she ached incredibly for him to touch.

"I'm going to take all night to enjoy you, Brie," he promised huskily, flicking his tongue against her skin as if to prove how much damage he could afford in that time.

"I don't think I can last that long;" she half sighed, half groaned and she felt him smile again. "Quit laughing…" she added in annoyance as another of his kisses made her cry out in need.

"I want you to want me…" He reasoned lazily, equally slowly uncovering the remainder of her flesh for his consumption, hovering his hot breath over her puckered skin.

"Mission accomplished," she assured, wriggling as she silently begged him to complete his attack.

He merely shook his head and broke from his mission for a moment to look into her face. "This isn't even the half of it," he promised, smiling mischievously at her before dipping his head and enveloping her hard tip into his hot mouth where his tongue drove over the sensitive peak perfectly.

"Troy," she complained when he matched his actions on her other breast and she felt the quake of desire rumble through her to her soul.

"Hmm?" He enquired of her calling him, dragging his lips down her ribs toward her belly.

"Don't do this to me again," she begged as her breath left her and his expert touch took over. She could feel his hands, so carefully stroking her curves, so tenderly showing her how much she meant to him; every inch of her, every part of her body.

And when he rose to lie between her thighs, she parted for him, staring into his eyes as her chest rose and fell with sharp breaths.

"I want you," she told him, her body buzzing with need.

He smiled into her face and kissed her for a long moment, his tongue duelling with hers and telling another story of the strength of his feelings. His hands were still tender, but wrapped in her hair and his mouth spoke a stronger language, harder and punishing.

"Let me feel how much…" he murmured, running his hand down her form, wrapped around his, intimately close to a distracting degree.

His hand went between them, his fingers teased her open and she frowned as she felt him slip one inside her heat; a joy she had never been able to experience before. He instantly felt her tighten and slicken at his touch and it took his breath away at the very same time it ached him hard with need.

"You're ready," he agreed on almost a growl as his throat tightened with desire, but he let his lips brush her skin again so carefully, she felt like crying at his tenderness.

"I love you, Troy," she told him, grasping his neck nervously, letting her fingers tickle his hair.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," he murmured, meeting her eyes after protecting himself and positioning between her thighs.

He caringly drew her knee up, letting his fingers brush her skin and he dropped kisses to her skin while they waited.

"Go slow," she begged, even though her hips drove up for the heat that nestled at her entrance.

"I will, I promise," he assured, still holding back while his hands so subtly relaxed her again and took away her fear.

"I trust you," she added, looking right into his eyes.

"Just look right at me," he encouraged when she wanted to look away.

She nodded, taking an unconscious breath in.

"Right at me…" he repeated, sinking just a little of his body into hers; pausing with a tight breath of control while she adjusted.

"Troy, its okay," she whispered, stroking his hair, licking her lips. "I'm okay."

He sighed at her words and used every ounce of his inner strength to slow his entry when every fibre of his being wanted to thrust.

She was making small noises and murmuring, 'oh god' and he took a moment to realise so he opened his eyes to check her face and all he saw was the light of desire in her eyes and all he felt was the ripple of pleasure in her body.

"You ok?" He checked, thumbing her hair back and he loved that the long, long mane of hers whirled in a mess around them.

She nodded, arching her hips instinctively to settle him deep within her.

"Brie," he kissed her mouth in response, feeling that kiss go deeper than their mouths when their bodies began to move together, not out of choice, not out of precision and control, but out of divine need that they both felt and couldn't govern.

It was slow, so slow and so…sweet. Gabi rode her hips up to take every inch of heat that Troy offered in his tender, deep thrusts and this love-making was nothing like she had ever experienced before.

It didn't matter right now that she had been hurt before. It didn't matter that she had been taken; against her will by men she didn't love. It didn't matter because it was all wiped out by this one man. This man who loved her; not only physically in the most excruciatingly beautiful way possible; but for her mind, for her soul and she loved him too equally.

But the way he loved her body right now, in this moment, she would take this memory to her grave because she felt so cherished, so worshipped that when the waves of her orgasm rose she felt nothing but the pure unbridled joy of it. She let every inhibition go, every control, every barrier came crashing down and she came undone in his arms, completely. She was bare to his touch, vulnerable to his strong body and completely and utterly safe in his arms. And that was what finished her.

"Brie," he was kissing her face, in butterfly kisses, cradling her under his heavy body.

"I love you, Troy. I love you so much," she opened her eyes to show him; coming back to earth from her unbelievable ride in the sky.

"I know," he smiled affectionately at her, his eyes crossing cutely as he focused on her at close range. "You told me that a hundred times while we made love…"

"I did?" She frowned.

He chuckled, brushing the backs of his fingers down her face. "You did."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know…I didn't mean to…I mean if you didn't like it-"

He kissed her mouth to interrupt. "I never said I didn't like it."

"I just thought…"

"I love you, too, Brie. You don't know what it does to a guy to hear that…the way you kept saying my name…" he reminisced, now distractedly fingering her hair, arranging it in swirls around them.

"Troy," she repeated, smiling back.

"Hmm," he half agreed, half moaned.

"You're kinda heavy," she ventured.

"Huh?" He looked right at her, then realised her meaning. "Oh god, sorry…"

He shifted from her, removing his protection before he enveloped her sated body into his arms where he could hold her and protect her from the world.

"Better?" He kissed the top of her head.

Gabi snuggled into his side and sighed. "Perfect."

"I'm glad you didn't marry that guy your dad found," Troy told her.

"Me too," she stroked his belly assuringly.

Troy wrapped his gentle fingers around her wrist while she rubbed his belly. "I can't tell people you're my maid now," he added.

"I know."

"So how about you not being my maid but being something else?" He ventured.

"Like what?" She frowned. "Your sex slave?"

"No!" He laughed as she looked up at him. "Although that sounds very tempting…"

"What else can I be?" She wondered.

Troy sucked his lower lip in and tried to stop the erratic beat of his heart. "My wife."

Gabi o'd her mouth and screwed her face up. "What?"

"Gabriella Montez, will you marry me?" He asked.

"But…I…what..?" she failed to comprehend his question and he couldn't help but smile, eventually cupping her face to kiss her.

"Yes or no would do," he urged softly.

She stopped floundering and met his eyes. "Yes, of course yes! I just-"

She didn't finish her blabbering because her kissed her and sank his hands into her mane.

"I love you," he told her again on a whisper, kissing her mouth with sweet cherish. "…and I want to marry you. I don't want to ever come close to losing you again…"

"I love you, too," she replied and sank into his arms again. "I'm yours forever."

/

Troy Bolton may be Forbes front-cover man and pin-up to ladies the world over, but 'Eligible bachelor' is one tag that he lost today when it was confirmed he is engaged to Gabriella Montez, the Arabian house-maid he apparently fell in love with while holidaying in the East.

Bolton recently flew to Arabia with Montez to meet her parents and get official approval for their engagement before he popped the question back home. Montez has not been seen wearing the ring but we can report that the diamond in question is no normal solitaire- Bolton has shipped a rare and expensive turquoise diamond in from New Zealand for a custom-made engagement band leaving no expense spared for his bride-to-be.

When questioned about the engagement, Montez refused to comment, with Bolton only admitting the engagement and reluctant to discuss any more than that.

Good luck to the new couple!

"They wrote something nice," Gabi pushed open the bedroom door and carried through a tray with the paper dutifully folded on the edge next to the plate that housed the breakfast she had cooked for Troy.

"Brie, I told you that you don't need to bring me breakfast in bed," Troy complained groggily as he propped up in bed, his naked torso revealed as the duvet slipped down

She flicked her eyes over that muscled expanse of his body and smiled secretly. "I know, but I like to."

"And I like waking up with you next to me," he argued, laying his tray to one side to tackle her into his lap. She squealed and submitted to his kiss.

"I'm sorry," she smiled softly. "I won't move an inch tomorrow until you're awake…"

He nuzzled her nose before he let her up and she went around the bed to crawl under the cover and snuggle while he ate.

"Shar is so excited about this," he smirked as he scanned the article.

"I know, she almost stole my ring," Gabi smiled, thumbing her beautiful blue diamond.

Troy gave her a crinkled smile as he shovelled a mouthful of eggs in and chewed.

"She's going to be a nightmare dress-shopping…"

"Can't we elope?" Gabi frowned teasingly.

Troy's lips twitched. "It's not a bad idea…"

"Are you serious?" She flicked him a look.

He shrugged. "I kinda am…"

"What about your friends and family?"

He gave her a mischievous smile as he chewed the toast. "What about them?"

"Don't you want them to share our wedding?"

"I would love that," he admitted. "I want to show you off to the whole world and shout about the fact you decided to marry me;" he commented self depreciatively.

"I sense a but…" she broached, twisting to face him.

Troy finished up his breakfast and twisted to face her, too. "But I want to marry you tomorrow if I can; and god knows I have the means to make that happen. So let's do both. Let's get married, properly, just you and me, back in Arabia or wherever you want to go and then we'll do the whole ceremony thing back here, and let Shar plan the whole thing…"

Gabi thought about his idea and then a slow smile spread on her face as she saw the benefit of private nuptials.

"I like the way you think," she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

He grasped her around the waist and pulled her down the bed, pinning her down with his weight where she giggled.

"Can we practice for the wedding night?" He husked, kissing her again.

"We can practice as much as you like," she assured as they sank back into the bed.

/

Gabriella Bolton, formerly Montez, the Arabian-born house maid employed by millionaire Troy Bolton, yesterday made her own stamp on American soil.

Bolton fell in love with, and married his former maid six months ago in a private ceremony back in Arabia; but while the couple plan a more lavish ceremony for their friends and family here in the US, Mrs. Bolton has been busy building her own career, following somewhat in her husband's footsteps.

Her five-strong maid service is still tiny in comparison to her husband's empire, but 'Maid for You' is inundated with requests for house maids to complete the work that the city's bachelor's seem to find hard to complete themselves in today's business-focused society.

Oprah Winfrey is due to interview the somewhat aloof Gabriella in her show next week; a first for a non-American entrepreneur. She certainly has come a long way!