A/N: The world needs more love. This is very short...but I thought if I had made it longer then I was just pushing it. Ah. Thanks to DiscordianSamba for editing (though she says that not much was wrong.) and Megaroth because I forced her to read it too.
The title means "Kiss me" if I have my latin right. I should..I took three years of it...but I haven't used latin in a while soo..forgive me if it's wrong? I hate titling things.
Disclaimer: Boogh. I don't own DP or Nightmare of You's "Ode to Serotonin"(which inpired this fic like whoa).
"...What's love, Danny?"
It wasn't the first time they had this conversation. They lay in the grass together, fingers intertwined. Their heads touching as they faced the sky, eyes squinting upon the onslaught of sunlight that beat down upon their bodies unmercifully on the empty hill. Tracing clouds with his free hand, he thought for a bit.
"Love is..." he trailed off, closing his piercing blue eyes with a sigh. "Love..."
What was love to him?
"Love is...is like the senses. It's touch. Gentle caresses, touches. Love is sight. Knowing that there's no other woman who will look half as good in my eyes as that one person. Love is tasting her lips, her skin, and knowing that anything elsewill only taste sour and bitter. Love is hearing their voice and feeling my heart begin to race. Love is catchingthem as theydress for work, smelling the lavender perfume they've spritzed onto their body and realizing that I don't want to let them go for the day."
He could feel her smile. "I get the feeling that that's not everything."
His smile was soft and sweet. "It's not. Love is knowing that without her, a piece of me is irreplaceably gone. That I would be a deaf mute. That it would be like living without hands, or feet. Manageable, but not complete. Not ever complete."
She pulled her fingers out of his, and rolled atop him with one swift movement, grinning down at him. Her violet eyes sparkled as the sunlight haloed her body. His hands came up, running appreciatively over her waist, pulling her a little closer. Her grin was wide and unhampered by her usual sarcasm. "You're unbelievably tacky, Danny Fenton."
He pulled her even closer, and their lips met. Once. Twice. "I know, Sam. I know." He murmured, his breath hot against her lips, and she knew that she wasn't just sweating because of the heat.
"I love you." She said, gently, feeling his hands slide up her shirt.
His reply, though not what she expected, pleased her none the less.
-FIN-
A/N: Hrmm...I wonder what he said, eh? I'll give you a hint. It's four words, and one of them does not involve a toaster. XD
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