Something Inside

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Bored. Bored. Bored. What was what she supposed to do all night when one of her lovers was only God knew where and the other insisted that reading was entertainment and that she should find a book and entertain herself? She had tried. She really had. She had taken a swim in the moonlight in her skimpiest bikini, knowing how Gabriella liked to look at her. But, her beautiful dusky skinned lover hadn’t even come to the window. She had poured herself some of the blood they had stocked up on, put it in one of their best crystal goblets, sat on the arm of the ancient chair that Gabriella loved and offered her some, making sure that her voice implied that she could have much, much more. Gabriella had just declined politely and turned back to her book. So, she’d tried another tactic. She’d tried reading, like Gabi had suggested. But, the romance novel, as well as it had been written, had failed to hold her attention. Now Sharpay knew she would have to do something drastic. She wanted attention and she wanted Gabriella and she wanted both now. And Sharpay Evans always got what she wanted from her lovers. She had for two hundred and thirty two years. It wasn’t going to change now.

“Gabriella?” She knew that she was whining as she set her hands to the top of the big chair, just at chest level, and pushed herself up over the tall back so that she was just over the darker girl, looking down at her. She knew that Gabriella had to be concentrating quite hard on the book if she could ignore the way Sharpay was pestering her, using her whiniest voice, but she didn’t care. It was childish, but she had been told from the moment that she was turned that all she ever need do was ask and she would get whatever she wanted. She had tried subtle, but now she wanted what she wanted.

“Yes, Sharpay?” When Gabriella didn’t even look up at her to ask the question Sharpay squealed indignantly and grabbed the book from her hands, tearing a couple of pages in the process because Gabriella had been expecting a fit and had been holding onto the book tightly.

“Pay attention to me!” She demanded shrilly.

Gabriella growled threateningly from the back of her throat, putting her hand in the air for the book. Sharpay just launched it across the room, congratulating herself of her aim when it landed in the fireplace and went up in flames. She smirked down at Gabriella and was about to push herself away from the chair and saunter out of the room, leaving Gabriella no choice but to follow her if she wanted to fight, when her shoulders were grasped by two very strong hands and she was flipped over the back of the chair and into Gabriella’s lap. Sharpay whimpered when she felt one of the strong arms wrap around her waist, effectively pinning her there, while the other hand closed tight around her neck, effectively cutting off her air.

“That was an original eighteenth century manuscript, Sharpay. One of a kind. And you just destroyed it like it was nothing.” Gabriella’s voice was low, a growl. Sharpay couldn’t help herself. She whimpered again and moved a little against the woman holding her captive.

Gabriella sighed in her ear, and the hand around her throat loosened in the slightest, “You’re such a spoiled little bitch, Shar.” The voice was no longer angry, but soft and seductive. Sharpay gasped when the arm around her waist moved to cup her breast and began massaging it, “You know that, don’t you?”

Sharpay just moaned lightly and tossed her head back onto Gabriella’s shoulder so that her lover could attack her neck with her mouth. She brought her hand up and buried it in the abundant dark hair, holding on as Gabriella’s hand moved from massaging her breast and dipped lower, over her abdomen, just to the top of her tight jeans.

“Gabi,” Sharpay moaned, “Oh, Gabi, please don’t tease me. I want so badly.”

“Hmm,” Gabriella murmured in her ear as she deftly undid the button and began sliding the zipper down, “Have you been a little lonely, kitten? No wonder. The last time we did anything was . . . before breakfast. I’m surprised you waited so long.”

Sharpay bit down on a scream and allowed her body to arch in reaction as Gabriella’s skillful fingers found her entrance and slid over her warm heat firmly, concentrating on the bud that gave her the most pleasure.

“Gabi,” she whispered, unable to get anything else out.

“On the floor,” Gabriella said gently, “I want to taste you.”

Sharpay didn’t have to be told twice. She climbed off of Gabriella when the strong arm released her and stripped herself of her jeans and sports bra quickly while Gabriella stripped down to the buff as well. For a moment they just looked at each other, smiles on their faces. Gabriella moved to Sharpay and took her hand. The girl was just so beautiful, paler now than when they had first met so many years ago. Her eyes were ice blue now, as were her own, but she could remember a time when they had been dark. She couldn’t say which she preferred more. She smiled at her and set a hand to Sharpay’s cheek.

“Lay down,” she whispered.

“I love you,” Sharpay whispered back.

“I love you, too,” Gabriella’s voice was soft and gentle.

Sharpay did as she was told and laid in front of the fire. She felt her body grow warm as she watched Gabriella sweep a gaze over her before laying down next to her and taking her in her arms. Sharpay moaned quietly as Gabriella’s head drifted lower and her beautiful black haired girl took an already hard nipple in her mouth, suckling like a baby. There was no thinking when they were in each other’s arms. There was just Gabi and Shar and “More…” and “Right there…” and soft sighs and gentle moans. Their loving was always pleasurable, as it had been from the day they had met, but they both felt the something missing and their mutual climaxes were met with soft kisses and bittersweet tears rather than screams of pleasure and clinging bodies.

“I really do love you, Sharpay,” Gabi said quietly when they were finally laying together at peace, a blanket beneath them and a large pillow beneath their heads.

“I know,” Sharpay smiled and snuggled into her arms, completely relaxed in the sweet, complete emotion of being held tightly by her lover, one of only three people she would die without, “I really love you, too.” She felt it as Gabriella stiffened a little and knew that her lover was trying to find the right words to say something she knew Sharpay wouldn’t want to hear, “What’s wrong, Gabi?”

“Sweetheart,” Gabriella kissed her gently, “I just don’t want you to be too disappointed if Troy can’t find …”

“He will find him,” Sharpay cut her off firmly, “He promised. Troy never breaks his promises.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Gabriella conceded, then held Sharpay closer when she heard the sniffles. She felt like crying, too. For the same reason, she knew, “Hey,” she whispered, “It’s okay. I miss him, too.”

“I love you so much, Gabi, but it just doesn’t feel …”

“Right,” Gabi placed a kiss to her forehead, “It just doesn’t feel right without him here. I agree. I feel that way, too. Like there’s a part of us missing, right?”

Sharpay nodded and Gabriella looked down just in time to kiss the tear she cried away, “Also, it’s… we haven’t been apart for more than a night for more than two hundred years. It’s strange without him. It’s not lonely because you’re here with me, but I just… three months is a really long time to be away from someone you love so much.”

“Yes it is,” Gabi agreed and kissed Sharpay gently, “We’ve been awake for hours, baby. Why don’t we take a nap, hmm? Maybe when we wake up…who knows?”

“Okay,” Sharpay agreed.

It only felt like moments before she was being awoken by a gentle kiss and a voice just next to her ear.

“This is exactly how I like to find my girls,” Troy whispered, “Naked and in each other’s arms.”

“Troy?” She came awake immediately when she saw him smiling down at her, “Troy!” She threw herself in his arms and felt that she could never be more complete than when Gabriella pressed against her back and the three of them held each other. They cooed into each other’s ears, kissed each other’s faces. It didn’t matter if she was kissing Troy or Gabriella. She was just so relieved to have both of them back with her.

“That’s it,” Troy murmured as he held them both, one on each side of his chest, alternating between kissing Gabriella’s forehead and Sharpay’s, “I don’t care what the Council says, next time I leave to meet with them, my girls are coming with me. I can’t be away from you both for so long. It nearly killed me.”

“Us, too,” Gabriella murmured, kissing his neck.

“We missed you so much,” Sharpay clung closer to him again and took a deep breath of his familiar scent, catching another with it that made her jerk his head around and attack his mouth with her own.

“I love you,” she cried happily, “I love you! I love you!” She pushed herself out of his arms and bolted for the entrance to the large house they were renting.

“You found him for her,” Gabriella smiled at the bare backside almost hidden by long blond hair disappearing down the hall. She smiled widely at Troy and launched herself into his arms, kissing him for all he was worth, “Have I told you recently how much I love you? This is going to make her so happy!”

“I want you both to be happy,” Troy took Gabriella’s face in his hands and kissed her gently, “I love you both so much. Seriously, Gabs, I can’t be away from either of you for this long again.”

“I know,” she allowed herself a brief moment to snuggle, “We meant it, too. We nearly went crazy here without you. Come on, Wildcat. We better take a sheet to her before she makes Ryan blush.”

Troy laughed and kissed the first woman he had ever loved. He and Gabriella had always been meant to be. They had found each other when they were still both young vampires, both recently turned by different sires. The year had been 1587. Troy, then known as Cale, had been turned after a vampire had been careless drinking from his dying body after a battle. When he had come back to himself, he had been in a dark cave, a fire illuminating the cave walls. In the flickering light he had seen the most beautiful face. At first, her skin, darker than his, had alarmed him.

“Spanish?” he had questioned, leaping up and pressing his back against the cave wall. He had surprised himself with the strength he felt in his body, the agility. The Catholic Spanish had still been the sworn enemies of the Protestant English at the time. But, she had just smiled at him and held a cup out to him.

“I was,” she said in heavily accented English, “Now I am something different. Like you.”

He had taken the cup, put it to his lips, taken a sip, and swallowed the rest when he found it to be the most satisfying of liquids. He wasn’t as upset as he had thought he should be when he realized it was blood, human blood, that she kept filling the cup with. He had just taken his seat again, allowing himself to look at her as they both drank.

“I found you on the battlefield, going through the transformation. Did your sire explain nothing to you?”

He had simply looked at her and she had continued, “You are now a creature of the night. The sun is death, remember that. You have become death. The blood of others is what we need to survive. Do you understand?”

“I understand…” And he had. It was as if his new form was the form he been meant to have since the moment of his creation. He had felt more natural in the hunter’s body than he ever could in the human’s, “What is your name?”

“Gabriella,” she had smiled then and he had lost his heart, “And yours?”

“Cale.”

She pursed her lips, “No. That is not your true name. But, it will do until we can find what you were always meant to be called. We’ll start looking tomorrow.”

They had begun their search for his name the next night and had been together nearly every night ever since. Nearly two hundred years later they had found their Sharpay singing on stage for her supper. They had recognized her soul, and she theirs, right away and they had both turned her that very first evening. The three of them together were complete, in love, and perfect.

“Sheet,” Troy reminded her when their kisses became desperate, before he wouldn’t have been able to pull back, “We’ll let them talk for a few minutes. Then I’m dragging you both to the bedroom for no less than three nights. Ryan will have to find a way to amuse himself.”

Gabriella thought back on the dream she’d had just a few days earlier and her face grew thoughtful, “I’m sure he’ll find something to keep his attention,” she blinked and the look of concentration turned to a brilliant smile, “I love you, Troy.”

“I love you, too, Gabriella. Let’s go get our girl.”