A/N-so i've decided to keep on with this story! thank you to everyone who reviewed and encouraged me to carry on!! Unfortuantely My story Memory Loss has been deleted off Fanfiction, so if you were reading it and want to carry on i am posting it on another site! PM me and i'll let you know the details :)
"You know what? I should have had a painting party for my house warming," Gabriella whined as she dipped her roller into the paint and splattered it carelessly around. "The house is never gonna be ready in time for Friday."
"Yeah, well the way you're painting it's not," Troy complained, once again going over where Gabriella had botched up her attempt to turn her bedroom from off white to burgundy red. "Are you sure it's not a bit too dark?" He asked, stepping back to survey the room so far and wondering if it seemed to make it look smaller than before. It had been two weeks since Gabriella had moved into her new home and she was only now getting around to decorating and her house warming dinner party would not go ahead until it was all finished, hence the pair of them running around like headless chickens.
"No I like it, it's romantic," she cooed, standing behind him and cuddling her arms around his waist, her head resting against his back.
"You don't think the color makes it look smaller?"
"Well I don't want a huge room, especially on the nights you don't stay over, a big huge room all to myself would just be scary," she replied sweetly, kissing his clothed back, her warm breath penetrating through to his skin. She liked how she could be extremely soppy around him and he loved it, he loved her more for it and she didn't have to act all un-needy and unromantic like a lot of guys liked their girlfriends to be. She could truly be herself around him.
"So you feel protected when your with me?" He asked, turning around and pulling her into his arms, the roller in his hand outstretched behind her. She nodded her head as her hands wound around his neck and her eyes followed his to look to see what he was doing. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as Troy painted his spare hand with his newly dipped roller and smacked the hand onto her bum, leaving a big red handprint on her light blue jeans.
"Troy!" she squealed, wriggling out of his arms and craning her neck to check the damage to her pants before darting to the side and picking up her own roller. "You've asked for it," she warned, brandishing it in the air and waving it menacingly. Troy started backing towards the door at the evil glint in her eyes and was very close to escaping when she lunged forward and rolled the brush all the way down his torso.
"That's the best you've painted all day," he mocked, now changing places and backing her into the wall. It was too late as she hit the solid brick realising it had been freshly painted and now her back would be completely covered in paint. She could feel it on her shoulders where her tank top didn't cover and she yelped at the feel of it on her skin. Troy couldn't help the laugh to escape his lips at her pouting face and held his hands up in surrender, thinking it was best to end their game before it turned nasty. He was just placing his roller back into the tray when Gabriella sloshed him all over the back of his neck, cackling like a witch at his gasp of protest. "Gabi," he shouted, rubbing the back of his neck which effectively made it worse. Gabriella squealed as he began chasing her around the room, his hands outstretched in front of him, all covered in paint. Soon he'd caught up with her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her into his chest before spinning her around and around in circles. Upon placing her onto the floor he spun her around to face him and swiped his finger down her nose, turning it a deep shade of red.
"Troy!" She cried again, reluctantly placing her hands on his arms to steady her spinning head and she wiped some of the paint off her nose and was just about to bring it up to his face when she realised that she shouldn't. She lowered her hand quickly but it was too late he'd already seen the hesitation and fear mingled in her eyes.
"It's ok," he said, circling her waist and holding her tighter to him.
"I just forgot for a minute, but what if I'd put paint on your face, it could be so painful for you," she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. "I already did that with the lipstick print and that took ages to fade away," she added, her head lowering to her chest.
"Hey I'm sure I can survive a bit of paint on my face you know, don't worry," he grinned, trying his best to ease her worries. "You know you look quite sexy with a red nose, Rudolph," he mocked, placing his fingers under her chin to bring her head up, accidentally putting more paint onto her face.
"I look like a reindeer?" she tried to mock protest but her cracked voice gave her away.
"Gabriella…" Troy spoke, resting his forehead gently on hers, his blue piercing eyes focused on hers. "Don't feel bad, we were just having fun."
"I know, but what if I'd have put it on your scars? I would have felt so guilty. Its just I forget you know, I forget."
"Really? You forget about my scars?" He asked incredulously.
"Yeah I just see you Troy, just you," she replied heartfelt. Troy's heart soared as he cupped her face with his hands, neither of them now concerned with where the paint was being spread.
"I love you," he whispered, his lips finding hers softly before she deepened the kiss, gripping his arms and wanting to get as close to him as humanly possible. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, she let out a low moan as her desire burned deeply and she was soon duelling her own tongue with his, their passion building with every stroke and flick. Panting as he finally pulled away, Troy once more rested his forehead against hers.
"I think we already christened this room," he stated huskily, his hands cupping her butt and bringing her in tightly against his arousal, causing her skin to prickle with heat and her back to arch as he pressed against her centre.
"It's tradition to christen every room twice," she informed him, her small hands deftly ridding him of his shirt so she could run her hands down over his bare skin, revelling in the feel of every muscle and contour of his chiselled body.
"I think I like your traditions Miss Montez," he whispered, his nose nuzzling into her neck before he began kissing and sucking her there, her moans of pleasure making him ache with his need to be inside her, his need to see her face express her pleasure and his need to once again become one with her.
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"Are you sure I look okay?" Troy asked Gabriella as he watched her twist and turn her long curly hair into a tight bun at the back of her head, a few loose tendrils framing her face. She slid the last hairpin in place and walked over to join him on the bed.
"You look fine," she replied, taking his hands in hers to stop him from fiddling with his hair, trying to pull his fringe as far as it could go over the left hand side of his face.
"Just fine?" He wondered aloud, once again needing further reassurance, needing further encouragement to get him through the evening. Gabriella took a moment to cast her gaze over him, taking in the dark blue shirt he was wearing that accentuated his baby blue eyes perfectly, the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to reveal his muscled forearms and his smart black pants that still rode low on his hips.
"Tiger, you look sexy as hell," she amended, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Everyone's gonna adore you."
Standing up, she ran her hands down her dress to iron out and the creases and went to find her shoes in the closet, bending over to retrieve them from the far corner.
"Can I just stay up here, the view is delightful," he husked, watching her tightly encased, figure hugging dress-covered bottom. She wiggled it slightly in response before turning around to find Troy standing right in front of her with a naughty smirk on his face.
"Troy don't even go there," she warned, holding on to his arm as she slipped her feet into her heels.
"What!! I wasn't going to do anything," he protested innocently before dropping to his knees. Taking one of her legs he placed her foot on his knee and proceeded to tie the straps of her shoe for her. Once the buckle was fastened he trailed his fingers up her ankles lightly, massaging gently as he worked his way up to her calves. Gabriella closed her eyes as his warm fingers brushed higher up her legs and she let out an involuntary moan as his mouth began the same path as his hands.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and Gabriella quickly took her leg down, blushing at the thought of nearly getting caught by her parents.
"That was a dirty trick," she whispered, tying her other shoe herself before fanning her face with her hands to try and cool herself down.
Troy feigned innocence as he shrugged his shoulders. "I was only doing you a favour."
"Just you wait till later, Tiger," she warned, kissing him passionately and just as she slipped her tongue into his mouth she pulled away and left him groaning for more. Grabbing his hand she pulled him after her down the stairs.
Troy stood behind Gabriella as she opened the door to her parents but her hand stayed linked with his as she hugged first her mom Maria and then her father Jesse.
"Mom, Dad, this is Troy," she introduced, stepping to the side slightly so Troy could be in full view. She held her breath as they both shook his hand and she was pleased to see that Troy was holding eye contact with them both and not looking down to the ground like he usually did. Before she even had a chance to shut the door; Taylor and Chad arrived and further greetings and introductions had to be made. She kept glancing back at Troy but thankfully he seemed to be looking more at ease now that Chad had joined them.
The four guests where proudly shown around Gabriella's home, making sure that every room was viewed and appreciated to her satisfaction. But everyone agreed that she'd done a wonderful job; well both her and Troy had done a wonderful job. Conversation seemed to flow effortlessly amongst the guests and Gabriella had no problem with leaving them all to keep hiding herself away in the kitchen to keep a watch over the food. It wasn't long before she was ready to serve up and Troy helped her carry out all the various dishes to the table. Sitting down opposite her parents Gabriella laid her hand on Troy's knee as she knew how uncomfortable he got when it came to eating in front of anyone. He'd grown comfortable with her, especially when she was feeding him sexily but in front of her parents, it was a whole other matter. She could tell that her parents didn't quite know where to look as they eat small forkfuls of her prawn pasta and she hoped that Troy wasn't picking up on that.
"Me and your father love the photo you sent us Gabi, we have it framed in the living room," spoke Maria, motioning for Jesse to agree with her.
"Yes it was a great one of you both," he smiled, looking to both Gabriella and Troy. Troy stilled his actions as he nosily swallowed his mouthful of pasta and his eyebrows quirked in surprise.
"What photo is this?" He asked, looking at her parents but directing the question to Gabriella. She shifted in her seat before she answered, hearing the anger in his voice but not realising why.
"I sent mum and dad a picture of us when we were standing outside this house next to the sold sign when I first bought it. Do you remember?"
"Yeah, I remember," he answered brusquely, before picking up his plate and stalking into the kitchen. Nobody but Gabriella seemed to realise that he was in a bad mood so as her parents carried on asking Chad questions she slipped out of the room and followed him into the kitchen. She winced as he slammed his plate down onto the counter top and placed her hands on his back, making him turn around to face her.
"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice low and she noticed his eyes flashed with irritation.
"The photo Gabriella, why did you send it?" His fists were clenched by his side and it reminded her of the time when he opened the door to her, thinking it was practical jokers.
"I just thought it would be nice for them to have a photo of us," she explained quietly, not used to seeing Troy angry, never mind seeing him angry at her.
"No it wasn't," he fumed. "You sent it to them so they could see what I looked like. For them to see the freak that I am before they came here. Stop them from looking in disgust at me."
"No I didn't. And stop calling yourself a freak, will you? I know you've got confidence issues Troy, but not everything is about you!" She shouted, her cheeks tingeing red and her nose crinkling up as she fought back. "The photo I sent was actually one where you only showed your right hand side, the one you always show for photos okay? So no they didn't see your scars before they got here. Their reactions were genuine and they genuinely seem to like you, so please don't spoil this evening for me, Troy," she added, her voice lowering as her anger disappeared and her caring side came back.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, slowly stepping closer to her as he realised how wrong he'd been. That once again he let his low self esteem get in the way and once again his brain didn't register the fact that Gabriella loved him and she wouldn't do anything to hurt him. She was proud of him and that was taking some getting used to for him. "I should have just let you explain." Taking her hands in his, he pulled her into him and wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbing her lower back as he bent his head to hers, his lips capturing hers as he kissed her, long and lingering.
"I guess you're forgiven," she quipped once his lips left hers grudgingly and she bit her bottom lip as he continued rubbing her back, getting lower and lower with every stroke. He grinned down at her as she placed her hands on his and moved them back up to her back. "My parents are in the next room," she scolded gently, knowing if she didn't try and stop him she would easily get carried away.
"I know but this dress is so tempting," he complimented, his hands once again sliding down to rest on her bum, sending shivers through her. "I am sorry you know, Peacock," he stated solemnly. "I just got carried away and didn't think before I acted."
"It's ok Troy. I know and I understand; but you know I'm only proud of you, I love you."
"I love you too" he replied, kissing her again as her hands slipped up into hair and just as they deepened the kiss Chad shouted through wondering if the dessert was coming. "He's always had bad timing," groaned Troy, pecking her on the lips before walking over to the fridge to get out the Tiramisu that Gabriella had made earlier.
"Just as well, my parents are still in the other room you know," she chided, pinching his butt as he made his way back to the dining room to dish out dessert. Gabriella sat down opposite Troy as her mother had moved seats to talk to Taylor whilst they had been missing and she grinned as she realised she had an idea to get back at him for earlier on in the bedroom. Standing up, she reached over the table to pick up a spoon and purposely dipped low so Troy had a very clear view of her cleavage. She could see he was admiring the view and smirked as she sat back down.
"What took you guys so long?" Chad asked, earning himself a sharp look from Taylor.
"Just getting dessert dude," Troy explained, a blush forming on his cheeks as he and Gabriella shared a secret look.
"Making it from scratch were you," Chad goaded and Gabriella quickly changed the conversation topic before her Mom and Dad caught on to the situation.
"So how do you like the tiramisu, Taylor?" she asked as she licked her spoon saucily for Troy's benefit, remembering her plan.
She was keeping up idle chit chat with Taylor and her mom as her Dad and Chad discussed basketball. Slipping off her shoe, she stretched out her leg and bushed her foot up Troy's calf, feeling his leg twitch at the sudden contact. Biting her lower lip she looked up at him under her lashes and raised her leg higher, coming to rest in his lap. He clattered his spoon against the bowl as her toes wriggled against his crotch and his eyes widened at how blatant she was being with her mom and dad in the same room.
"So Troy do you like cooking?" Maria asked, turning to face him and noticing that he seemed to be very red in the face. "Are you ok?" she asked further, filling up his glass of water. Troy could hear Gabriella snorting quietly and he stuttered for something to say as her feet refused to stay still.
"I'm…fine," he managed to say, not sounding very convincing as his voice husked over the words. A deep blush was rising from his neck and he gulped the water that Maria handed to him. Gabriella couldn't help the laugh to escape her mouth at her boyfriend's very obvious discomfort and Maria looked at her as if she was very rude.
"It's the coffee in the dessert mom, Troy is slightly allergic to it," she lied, smiling to Troy as he let out a breath of relief.
"Stop laughing at him Gabriella," her mom scolded, putting her hand on Troy's arm and patting it in a motherly way. "Why did you make this dessert then?"
"Oh well…I…erm," now it was Gabriella's turn to be flustered having not fully thought through her lie.
"Seconds anyone?" She asked loudly, once again diffusing the situation and Taylor seemed to take the hint as she suddenly struck up a conversation with Maria about the finer points of cutlery. Now that she was safe Gabriella's foot continued to rub his now growing bulge in his pants. No matter how hard Troy tried to control his body he couldn't help reacting to her touch and soon he was shifting in his seat to try and relieve the pressure of his tightening jeans. Troy swallowed loudly as she licked the cream off her fingers and his imagination went into overdrive as he imagined her licking him in certain places and he had to use all of his will power to stop himself sweeping everything off the table and throwing Gabriella onto it so he could proceed to ravish her.
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"That was a dirty trick Montez," he scolded later that night as they were both nestled onto the couch after everyone had left.
"It's not my fault if your body reacts to my foot," she giggled, her head resting on his shoulder and his hand brushing up and down her arm as they both contemplated whether they had the energy to go upstairs to bed. Without answering her- he knew she was right as usual- he stood up and picked her up, carrying her naked form the bedroom. They had barely waited until they'd shut the front door before practically ripping each others clothes off and only making it to the sofa before they both fulfilled their need that had been growing between them all night.
"Thanks, Tiger," she purred as he placed her on the bed before climbing in himself and pulling up the covers. Rolling on top of him, she placed her hands on his chest and looked down on him. She looked so beautiful to Troy, her hair messed up, her lips swollen from their bruising kisses and her skin glowing that he couldn't help but cup her face in his hands and kiss her lovingly, every inch of love he felt for her coming out in that one kiss. "Mmmm," was all she could say as he pulled away and she licked her lips before lowering her head and placing kisses down his neck to his chest. "I think some of my energy's coming back," she whispered, her hands travelling further down than her mouth.
"Actually Gabriella, I have something to tell you," Troy stated, his voice turning serious and his hands stilling hers. She glanced up into his eyes and for the second time that night she didn't like the look that they were displaying.