Author: Pandora147 PM
You stumble across love when you least expect it. True love is unplanned, but never unwelcome. TxG. Rated M. A fanfiction comprising of smaller chapters updated throughout the holiday season.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Friendship - Gabriella M. & Troy B. - Chapters: 43 - Words: 62,963 - Reviews: 664 - Favs: 153 - Follows: 103 - Updated: 02-02-12 - Published: 11-30-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7596445
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Disclaimer: Characters are utilised courtesy of the Disney franchise; original plot line belongs to me. I make no money from my dabbling in this universe.
Author's Note: Just a little something I've been throwing together an outline for in between working on TST: Part III. Thanks to www . 750Words . com for helping me to focus my muse. I'll be updating with shorter, simpler chapters over the next month. Rated anywhere from PG - R depending on the chapter and my mood.
~ December 24th, 2012 ~
The heater had been blasting for hours, ensuring that despite the chilly December weather, the apartment would remain warm:and that was a certainty, between the literal temperature and a whole other kind of heat which was brewing. He'd given into her pleading appeal and they had playing a mix CD of Christmas songs she'd collected, songs by popular artists like Celine Dion and Mariah Carey, all of which celebrated love and Christmas. For that was exactly was what Christmas was about, especially for the two of them: Christmas was about love.
Her back arched, a moan escaping from her lips as his warm lips trailed a languorous lick down her neck and landed on the exposed flesh of her breast. They'd had invitations to attend parties; the neighbours were having a celebration, some of her colleagues and his former colleagues were throwing a party in Palo Alto. But they had no interest in anyone else. They only had interest in each other.
"I love you," she mumbled by his ear, the sentence being punctuated with a throaty gasp as his fingers found their way into her panties, having wiggled underneath her jeans. She quickly assisted him, undoing her button and fly to give him a little more room to manoeuvre.
"Do you really?" he murmured, suckling on the flesh just behind her ear, the fragrance of her shampoo still present as his nose was surrounded by her dark, wavy tresses of hair. "You love the way I make you feel... when I do this..."
His index and middle fingers plunged into her wet entrance, her warm flesh a familiar but always exciting sensation to his touch. She groaned, fingers palming over the warm skin of his back.
"Yes..." she responded, and captured his lips in her own.
They so rarely had time for just the two of them - how they'd managed to have time to forge a relationship was a little bit of a mystery. The chemistry, the connection, had been strong from the first day they'd met each other. Somewhere deep down, they'd both known that you don't come across that magic every day. They made time. Gave up sleep. She drove back and forth the San Mateo bridge to visit him at his second job, just to sit beside him and bask in his presence, even if they were surrounded by ringing phones and a flurry of activity.
"You and me... just you and me baby... for a whole week..." he gasped between wet, desperate kisses. His spare hand tugged at her jeans, pulling them down until they pooled around her knees.
"You promise? The whole week... no one else... just us?"
His thumb circled around her clit and she let out a gasp.
"Promise... even if we're just eating baked beans and canned tuna at the end of the week."
They'd stocked up on groceries, anticipating that they wouldn't be emerging from his apartment for anything that wasn't completely necessary. The only thing that was necessary was being together. Twelve months was a long time to be desperately in love with someone and to be living a half hour away from them and yet have to battle with life obligations to see each other. The longest they'd had together was from Friday evening until Sunday morning – a precious window of time which they basked in almost every weekend for exactly 52 weeks.
"The last year, all I've wanted to do is spent every waking moment with you," she panted, grasping her hands at his jeans, needing to feel more of his skin against hers. "I don't like sharing you with other people... I just want it to be us, and no one else..."
"I know baby, I know..."
Her hands were frantically roaming over his body, grasping at every inch of his exposed skin, pulling his boxer briefs away, her hand enclosing around his erect cock and sighing at the sensation of him within her hands. She felt suddenly overwhelmed, feeling the desire to devour him and to be surrounded by him immediately. He took his free hand and pressed it over her heart, and pressed a soft kiss to hers, slowing down the pace.
"Slow down, baby. We have all the time in the world," he murmured.
"I know. I just... I need you so badly."
Sometimes someone comes into your life through unusual circumstances, sometimes life insists that they be thrust into your path. Serendipity, fate, destiny, whatever it may be - neither had realised they believed in it, but neither could deny that their lives had been charmed by it. It had been Christmas Eve, exactly one year ago, when their lives had simultaneously changed forever.