Bright Star

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. John Keats wrote "Bright Star".


This takes place after My Emerald Valentine, and is the last installment in the series.


"Well, Phantom," his girlfriend of five years, popped into his cell. "You get your 'get out of jail free' card today. Happy?"

"Walker can't keep me imprisoned indefinitely," Danny replied, snapping his book shut with an audible snap. "The Time Master would have his head."

"True," Ember said. "So what' s the first thing you're going to do?"

"This," came the quiet answer, throwing her onto the camp bed Bullet had allowed him to smuggle in. Warm lips brushed against her cool ones; sapphire met emerald.

"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-," he shifted his weight, covering her tiny frame with his. He deepened the kiss, moving her onto her back.

"Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task"

He tilted her head back, fingers tracing the lacy tank top she wore. Moving his lips softly, he traced light feathery kisses down the column of her throat. She mewled, arching her back like a cat. "Danny, that sure isn't priestlike!" Her fingernails scratched furrows into his shoulder blades as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

He chuckled evilly against her throat, whispering the next few lines of the poems he'd memorized for this special day.

"Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors-
No-yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,"

Cupping one breast, he glanced up and met her apple-green eyes, looking for permission.

Throwing her head back, she groaned, "Oh, God, yes!"

He begain trailing his kisses south, tasting the tangy spiceness of her skin. Rocking ever so slightly against her feminine core, he cupped one breast, bent his head, and began suckling it right through the filmy material.

"PHANTOM!" she howled, sensations rocking her soul to its core. The camp bed beneath her collapsed, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Ember took the opportunity to take control. She flipped Danny onto his back, simultaneously phasing off both her and his tops. Phantom took in the sight of her apple-green demi-cup bra.

"Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,"

His soft recitation raised the hairs on the back of her neck, as he pulled her down to meet him, his lips warm against hers again. His kiss was warm honey melting in her mouth. "I like riding horses," she whispered, straddling his hips.

"Neigh," he whispered back, reaching around for the enclosure of her bra.

"Hours of the Clock, Phantom!" came Bullet's exasperated shout from the cell door. Both teenagers winced.

"Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-or else swoon to death."

Phantom sneaked one final, lingering kiss with Ember, then pulled his t-shirt back on. "Happy Valentine's Day, Emmy."

Her fingers touched her lips, a smile on her lips, as she watched Bullet drag Phantom out of the cell by the ear, a lop-sided grin on the ghost boy's face.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she repeated softly to herself.