Title: Interludes

Summary: Troy and Gabriella make music, mayhem and love. A series of M-rated Troyella one-shots.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: High School Musical and all of its characters belong to Disney. I'm just borrowing them for a while…besides, Disney would never let their characters have this much fun!

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive! This little interlude is meant to follow on from my Between The Lines HSM 3 missing moment one-shot 'Follow Your Heart' which takes off from when Troy surprises Gabriella at Stanford (if you want to know the details, you can mosey on over there and take a peek). 'Prima Volta' means the first time, so I doubt I have to tell you what this one is about…*wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more!*

Prima Volta

"No way!"

"I'm telling you, she said yes! You should have seen Zeke's face, he looked like every single Christmas and birthday had come at once," Troy exclaimed, hand gesturing wildly as he relayed Sharpay's acceptance of Zeke's Prom invitation, "I thought for sure that he was going to faint."

Gabriella giggled, quite easily able to picture the scenario in her mind. They were lying stretched out on her bed, her head nestled against his shoulder, one of his arms wrapped underneath her.

"What's the bet that he'll spend the entire Prom being her errand boy?"

"That or following her around like a puppy," Troy grinned as he checked the clock on her bedside table, "In fact, I can see him right now holding her drink as she bullies the DJ into changing the music."

Gabriella frowned, checking the clock herself to see that the Prom would have indeed already started and felt a wave of sadness wash over her. If she hadn't been so afraid of having to say goodbye, she and Troy could have been there, waltzing around the gymnasium, laughing with their friends. Prom was something she'd dreamt about from a little girl right up to merely a few weeks ago when her Wildcat had asked her and she couldn't help but feel regret that she would miss it, that she was making Troy miss it.

"Lying here with you is better than any Prom could ever be."

She blinked, startled, tilting her head up to meet Troy's perceptive blue-eyed gaze.

"I mean sure, I'm a little upset that I couldn't pull off the big, romantic unveiling of my choice of college in front our entire class since that means Chad, Chad, so far is ahead in the public declaration stakes with his impromptu tabletop speech, but this?"

He took in a breath to pause, grinning at Gabriella's giggle, obviously happy that he'd been able to make her smile before his face turned serious, his free hand coming up to caress her cheek, "Being here with you? I wouldn't change it for all the perfectly working fuel pumps in the world."

Gabriella felt her heart melt and she pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked softly and she was reminded of their conversation in the locker room before the championship game, and how she could ever think she would be able to let this amazing, handsome young man slip from her life.

"For being you," she replied, rewarded with one of his frankly dazzling little half-smiles, before he leant his head down to press a soft kiss to her skin.

"And it's nice to know I rate above your truck," she said softly, eyes fluttering closed as he shifted to pepper small kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, each one feather-light but sending small shivers down her spine.

"Trust me, it was a close call," he breathed, lips briefly brushing against hers, the contact making them tingle deliciously, "But in the end, I can't do this with my truck."

He captured her mouth in a tender kiss, lips moving softly yet purposefully against her own. She brought her arms up to encircle his shoulders, one moving upwards to run fingertips through his mussed locks. He rolled them slightly so her back was now entirely on the bed, his body hovering over hers as the kiss became deeper, Gabriella moaning into the ever more passionate embrace as his tongue slipped past her lips to wrap around her own.

They had done this before, spent lazy afternoons just revelling in the other's presence, exchanging kisses and caresses but something about this felt different, felt deeper. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that they had exchanged declarations of love, or that now they had the entire future spread out before them but where she would have once felt nerves, felt hesitation, now there was merely desire. A desire to show him just how much she loved him, just how much she wanted him.

She ran her hands down his back, seeking the bottom edge of his shirt then ran them underneath, caressing the warm skin as he relinquished her mouth, trailing kisses along her jaw line and down the smooth caramel skin of her neck. His hand moved up from its resting place on her stomach, higher and higher till she felt the first brush of his fingertips against the curve of her breast, the light caress sending sparks through her body even through the fabric of her shirt and bra.

Wanting nothing more than to feel his bare skin, she started to tug at his shirt, pulling it up as far as she could before he had to momentarily stop his sensuous attack on her neck to pull it off, tossing it carelessly onto the carpet. She eagerly started to pull him back down towards her but he resisted, staring down at her with burning eyes.

"Gabriella," he whispered, uncertainty vying with desire in the stormy blue orbs, "I don't…"

He trailed off and a spike of fear shot down her spine, sure that he was about to tell her that they couldn't do this, that he didn't want to do this but his next words wiped that fear away with immediate intensity.

"I love you, more than I thought possible and if we keep doing…this," he gestured at the two of them, "I don't know if I'd be able to stop."

He wouldn't look at her, jaw clenched as he practically burned a hole into her bedspread with his gaze for fear of her reaction.

She reached up with soft fingertips, lifting his chin and letting him see everything she felt for him written across her face; love, passion, desire.

"Then don't," she said simply, unable to contain the soft giggle at his incredulous expression, "I love you. I trust you. And I want to show you how much."

She pushed down her nerves, her sudden fears that her inexperience, their inexperience was going to mean this would end up as a monumental disaster and reached up to kiss him soundly, before pulling back as abruptly when something else occurred to her.

"What about…I mean, do you have…" her voice trailed off and she blushed, mentally berating herself for her inability to articulate a simple question.

Troy obviously caught on to her meaning though and he flushed a rather interesting shade of crimson.

"Uh, yeah," he coughed, leaning over her to reach the duffel bag sitting by the side of the bed. She could almost feel his heart pounding as his naked chest pressed against her body as he rummaged around in the bag, finally pulling back with a small, silver foil packet held between his fingers.

She couldn't help but smile at the sheepish expression on his face as he placed it on the bedside table.

"Expecting some action Wildcat?" she teased, using his embarrassment to assuage her own.

"What? No! I mean, maybe. I mean…"

She cut off his adorable babbling with another kiss, his full body weight coming to rest atop her own as the desire that had been bubbling in her veins quickly flared into an inferno again. Now able to run her hands across the defined muscles of his stomach without interference, she did so with relish, feeling a small sense of pride as he groaned against her skin when she raked her fingertips across his nipples.

Obviously deciding that she was wearing too many clothes compared to him, he tugged off her top and then held her wrists lightly against the bed as she automatically moved to cover herself.

"Don't," he murmured, trailing kisses across her collarbone and down the valley of her breasts, his warm breath making her shiver, "You're beautiful."

His hands slipped behind her back and she had to stifle a snort of laughter when he cursed, his slightly shaking fingers running into the same obstacle which foiled men the world over, her humble little bra clasp. That laughter soon dissolved though, as he managed to finally unhook the offending item, letting the straps slide from her shoulders, his kisses following their downward path till he flung her bra aside to gently swirl his tongue around the hardened peak of her left breast.

"Troy," she murmured, arching her back slightly as his hand and mouth lavished attention on her breasts, any sense of embarrassment at being so exposed easily engulfed by the sensations he was creating.

His still-clothed leg slipped between her own and she could feel his erection pressed against her, her hips involuntarily rocking upwards to increase the friction between their lower halves.

She whimpered as his mouth moved downwards, his tongue trailing across the flat expanse of her stomach, leaving tingling trails of fire in its wake. His hands rubbed at the edge of her pants and he looked up at her, silently asking for permission. She lifted her hips in response, allowing him to gently push the material down her legs inch, by aching inch till she was clad in nothing but the white lace of her panties.

He seemed content to stare at her for a moment in wonder, and self-consciously, she tugged him back up so her hands could reach the fly of his jeans, hands quivering as she dragged down the zipper and helped him to kick off the tight denim material to expose his black cotton boxers, the bulge of his erection straining against the dark fabric. Driven by the impulse of lust, she reached out a hesitant hand to cup him, her boyfriend moaning and dropping his head to her shoulder as she caressed her fingers down the hardened length.

"Gabriella, that feels…" he couldn't even finish the sentence, instead capturing her lips in an insistent kiss as she felt his hand toy with the elastic band of her panties before two warm fingers slipped inside to stroke along the throbbing flesh between her thighs, caressing the warm wetness as one gently pressed small circles against her clit.

She tried to say his name but it came out as nothing more than a wordless moan of pleasure, part of her wanting to demand how he could be so good at this while the rest just wanted to feel him, feel all of him. Before she could think too much about the impulse, she pushed at the edge of his boxers, edging them down his legs till he kicked them off with his feet and taking a deep breath, she looked down to see him in all his naked glory. While they had fooled around before, she'd never actually seen him and she couldn't help the blush which spread across her cheeks.

Apparently Troy took her hesitancy as something else and even though she could see that he was straining not to rock against her, he pulled even further back.

"Gabriella, we don't have to, if you're not…"

"No!" she fairly shouted, her blush deepening but now for a different reason, "No," she repeated more softly, "I want to."

To back up her words, she let her fingers slide down his chest to grasp his member in her warm hand, delighting in the full body shudder she invoked in him even as she still felt a lingering sense of embarrassment. This became swept away however, as his hands divested her of the last piece of clothing separating their naked bodies, his fingers coming up again to stroke her even deeper.

She hadn't known she could feel like this, so out of control with pleasure that her entire thought process became dominated by the image of him inside of her.

She reached out blindly to grab the small foil packet, using her teeth to open it when her shaking hands failed to, feeling somewhat better about her own nerves as she saw Troy flush red when she helped him to unroll the stretchy latex over his throbbing erection.

Protection firmly in place, he kissed her desperately again, pressing gently between her legs and staring at her in open concern.

"Are you sure?" he asked one last time, "This will…this will hurt for you, won't it?"

If anything, his worry for her made the love she felt in her heart for him flare even more, and she ran her hand down the side of his face.

"At the beginning, yes," she said softly, years of sex-ed classes and Cosmo articles having informed her more than adequately about what to expect, "But it will be fine…I will be fine. I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, before with an uneasy movement, sheathing himself inside of her.

Pain ripped through her, sharp in its intensity and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

"Gabriella, are you okay?" Troy asked frantically, moving to pull out but she stopped him, breathing in deep.

"I'm okay, just…give me a minute," she whispered, trying to relax. He kissed her softly along her neck, hands caressing along her skin as the pain faded to be replaced with need, need for him to move, to feel him thrusting into her.

Experimentally rocking her hips up, and gasping at the sensation, she gave Troy a soft grin and a nod of encouragement which was all he needed to start rocking against her, carefully pulling back out and thrusting back in with an increasingly fast rhythm.

His movements weren't perfect and neither was hers but Gabriella didn't care, becoming increasingly lost in the pleasure that was coiling low in her stomach, tendrils spiralling out till she felt like her entire body was aflame.

She could hear his groans mingling with her breathy moans as he buried his head against her neck, his mouth placing open mouthed kisses against her skin. Her hands clutched at his broad back as one of his hands moved from holding himself steady to reach down to where their bodies were joined, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing the small nub, sending her even closer to the precipice of climax.

"Gabi, I can't…last," he grunted out and she managed to find enough breath within her to reply, "Don't...worry…neither…can…I."

Their movements became even more erratic, sweat-soaked bodies grinding together desperately till Troy choked out her name as he came, his last thrust enough to send her over the edge, stars exploding in her vision as she felt unparalleled bliss sweep through her.

Troy collapsed almost bonelessly against her, the two of them taking a few moments to gulp down much needed air and calm their racing hearts. While most of her mind had apparently short-circuited, her emotions had not and Gabriella felt contentment wash over her, knowing instinctively that Troy would not only be the first person she would ever sleep with, but also, if her heart had its way, the only person.

After a few moments, he gently disentangled himself from her, placing a sweet kiss against her lips as he leant over her.

"I love you," he whispered, pushing one messy strand of hair behind her ear, "Any regrets?"

"I love you too," she replied, still marvelling at her freedom to say it, "And not a single one."

He grinned, kissing her again, "I told you being here was better than any Prom."

"That you did Wildcat," she replied with a grin.

They grinned goofily at each other for a moment before Troy asked, "Bathroom?"

She blinked, but pointed at the door.

"Across the hall, two doors down."

She had barely finished her sentence when he'd swept her up in his arms, carrying her out the door.

"Troy!" she shrieked, more startled than angry as he carried her into the bathroom, sitting her gently onto the bathroom cabinet, "What are you doing?"

She was surprised to see him look a little nervous as he grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet, running it under the tap for a moment before he softly placed it against her thigh. He ran the cloth tenderly up the inside of her legs, wiping away the traces of their lovemaking and Gabriella felt tears fill her eyes at his thoughtfulness.

"Sometimes, I think you're too good to be true," she whispered when he was done, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Then we're even, because I think you are all the time," he replied softly.

She pecked him on the cheek and slid off the counter, leaving him to clean up as headed back into the room. She looked down at the messy sheets on the bed and knew she'd have to throw them in the wash before her mom got home, extremely glad that her mother was staying overnight in San Francisco for work. Retrieving Troy's shirt from the floor and wincing slightly at the twinge of pain between her legs, she draped the cotton material over her form before bundling up the sheets. She made a quick trip downstairs to deposit them in the washing machine and grabbed some new ones out of the linen closet, and had just finished placing them on the bed when she felt arms wrap around her waist.

She turned in Troy's embrace, looking down to see that he'd put his boxers back on before kissing him languidly. She tugged him back to the bed and they slid under the covers, her back pressed against his front as he nuzzled her neck. Everything that had happened that day began to catch up with her and felt her eyes start to close, weariness taking a hold of her petite form and she slept, safe and warm in her Wildcat's arms.