Hello! Welcome to my Danny Phantom fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it, and take the time to review. Just note that pretty much everything that happened in the show holds true, except I changed the time frame a bit, so they can be a tad bit older. This is mostly an exploration of Sam and Danny's relationship, with a mix of action and drama. That being said, this story is rated M, so there will be lemons at some point. I don't want them to start their sexual exploration at 15, and honestly, I don't want it at 16 either, but we'll see depending on what they do. The first chapter sets up some conflict that we'll be dealing with in the story, and there will be more. I envision this story to be about 30-35 chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Despite being best friends since fourth grade, Danny and Sam have their troubles acting as a couple in public. Kisses were scarce and awkward, holding hands led to sweaty palms and profuse blushing, and hugs all of a sudden felt like brand new territory. Desperately, he tried his hardest trying to be the best boyfriend he can be, but with the demands of his newly found fame as Amity Park's superhero, he frequently feels as if there's too much on his plate. In private, however, they are easily more themselves; morphing into a seemingly well established couple.
Phasing through her bedroom door, he saw her sprawled on top her bed, dozing off to the background music of a somber piano piece. Landing on the soft carpet, he quickly shut off the radio, and snuggled next to her. Looking at her sleeping form, he wondered why he took so long sorting out his feelings. Well they were young for one thing.
And they still are.
At sixteen and starting his junior year of high school, not many can say they've saved the world and found their soul mate. He envisioned them staying together for the rest of their lives (maybe even in the afterlife at this point) with kids running (or floating?) around their home, and hopefully at that time, someone else can play superhero. He loved being Danny Phantom, but can he really be the superhero when he's in his thirties? Will he even last that long?
As he mulled over his thoughts on the future, he felt his significant other begin to stir while an involuntary shiver ran through her spine. Groggily, she mumbled his name, as she slowly opened her eyes.
"Hey, ghost boy." She smiled up at him before leaning up to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Smiling into the kiss, he lightly caressed her arm with his cold fingers, leaving goosebumps at its wake. She nibbles lightly on his lower lip and pulls him tighter. Feeling himself get lost in the kiss, he gently probes her mouth with his tongue, eliciting a moan from the Goth girl pressed up against him. The kiss is slow, passionate, and rare—a new territory for the both of them. They hardly experience kisses like this—enjoying it in the comfort of complete privacy, and away from any possible interference.
Now that everyone knows Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, they are suddenly thrust in a world with no privacy, as paparazzi barge in on their dates frequently bombarding them, and photographing their every move. Unfortunately, it doesn't always bode well for the two of them, seeing as Sam now has to deal with most of the girls at Casper High either feeling extremely jealous, or surprisingly doting. All of a sudden they all seemed to want to join their inner circle, and they always seem to have a circle of admirers surrounding them.
Midway through their kiss, Danny changes back to his human self, as Sam pulls away, lightly chuckling.
"It's always weird when you do that. My lips go from cold to warm in, like, a fraction of a second."
"You've had plenty of time to get used to it. Remember during the first few weeks we started dating?" He raises an eyebrow as if to test her memory.
"Yeah, you suddenly had zero control of your powers and kept changing back and forth like you were fourteen again." She disentangles herself from him much to his disdain, and stood up and started stretching. Taking a deep breath, she eyed his captivated gaze before continuing to soothe her sore muscles from her nap.
"It's your fault, you know. It's like my ghost self and my human self want to kiss you at the same time. Not to mention that one embarrassing time I duplicated myself on accident," He blushed slightly at the memory, reliving the embarrassment his powers caused during the first four months of them dating.
"Always knew you were kinky." She responded in that nonchalant tone of hers that always means more than what she projects, as she pretends to busy herself with the random knickknacks on her vanity. He sputters at her remark, turning his slight blush into a full on crimson lighting up his cheeks.
"WHAT?! No…I don't even think of you like that—I mean, of course I do, I'm your boyfriend, and I love you—uh, but we're not rushing, and I respect you! I don't even want to…well—" He holds his hands up in defense, as if to stop him from digging into this mess further. Eyes darting from hers to the window, he silently wished the box ghost would make an appearance, so they could table the discussion to come.
Sitting next to him, she forces his gaze to meet hers before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek and grasping his hand.
"Look, Danny, we'll get there. We've only been together for six months, and I know we've been going really slow—"
"Actually, I think we're—" She holds up her hand to stop him.
"Let me finish. Look, we'll take it one day at a time. Try new things, and be comfortable with each other. God knows we haven't even fully spent time in first base…" She trails off not knowing how to continue her little speech on their developing "sex life"—if you can even really call it that.
"Well, I respect you, Sam. I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. I mean, we've only been dating for six months, and we're always ghost fighting, and dealing with all this new attention and bullshit. I feel like, I can't even spend enough time with you, much less, try to...have sex with you or other things, when we can barely hang ouyt." Frowning, he leans back and lies back down on the bed, releasing a puff of breath. There's no denying that deep down a part of him still wants to be normal again. To just be Danny Fenton, and leave Phantom as a well lived memory.
"Oh come on, Danny," She lays on her stomach to face him, moving the hand covering his eyes to fully look at him. "Ghost fighting is our thing. We wouldn't be us if we didn't fight ghosts and saved the day."
Wanting to finally lighten the mood, he joked: "I knew you just wanted me for my ghost powers," He paused before adding, "Who's kinky now?" Laughing she lightly slapped his arm, and decided to enjoy the shifting mood.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted their laughter, as a high-pitched "SAMMYKINS!" can be heard from behind the door. Although everyone seems to finally like Danny for saving the world, her parents appear to be the only ones unable to completely appreciate him.
Dragging her feet to the floor, the raven-haired girl begrudgingly opened her door to face a bright-eyed Pamela Manson, adorned with pearls and diamonds.
"Wow, Pamela. You're shining bright." Oblivious to her daughter's sarcasm, Pamela chuckles elegantly, and dismisses her compliments with a wave of her hand. Peering over her daughter's shoulder, she frowns as she takes note of Daniel, awkwardly sitting at the foot of her daughter's bed. She didn't think much of the boy, or his parents. Needless to say, despite his heroic efforts, she still did not like his strong influence on Samantha. Clearing her throat, she finally decides to address the boy in question.
"Hello, Daniel. Staying late as always, I presume?" Enthusiastically, Danny grinned at his girlfriend's mother.
"Hi, Mrs. Manson! I…uh just wanted to check up on Sam, and make sure she's safe. I'll be going home soon—" Sam began to protest at his words, and started to usher her mother out the door. With her mother a step away from her doorframe, Sam readily placed her hand on the doorknob.
"Door open." Her mother places her hand on her hips, as Sam defiantly closes and locks the door in front of her. Turning to her boyfriend, she places her hands on his shoulders, and pulls him in a tight embrace.
"I love you, okay? You make living here bearable." He would've disagreed out of consideration, but before he could respond, she silences him with her lips, and he circles his arms around her waist.
Hearing her sigh into the kiss, he decides to deepen it, tracing her lip with his tongue, asking her for entrance. Obliging, she opens her mouth, and meets his tongue, gently massaging as they lightly dueled for dominance. As he runs his tongue against hers, he explores further, taking note of the different sounds she makes in comparison to what he's doing. Leaving her lips unattended for a moment, he began trailing his lips on the side of her jaw, making light use of his teeth, and leaving open-mouthed kisses at his wake.
She began moaning as he journeyed lower to her neck, pressing herself further against him. Her hands began a journey of their own; feeling the tight muscles that ghost fighting blessed him with. She gasps as she feels him begin to pay careful attention to the junction where her neck and the top her shoulder meet. Moaning, she felt him start to suck on the skin, surely enough to leave a hickey in the morning.
"Danny—ah…mmm…you're giving me a hickey." She breathed out in gasps, distracted with his lips, tongue and teeth. He grunted in response, and once again claimed her lips with his in a more frenzied manner, feeling heated in response to her reactions to his touch.
Deciding to stop things before they get too far, she reluctantly pulls away and looks up at him with dazed eyes. Realizing their frenzied state, he looked down and said,
"Heh—heh…I should go. It's getting late, and we have school tomorrow." He places his thumb against the forming bruise he left by her neck and shoulder. Rubbing the back of his neck, he leans forward and kisses her forehead before telling her he loves her, and finally flying home.
Sam spent her night getting ready for her second to final year of high school; arguably the most important year before college. At this point, she can probably get into any school she wanted, with global recognition of their heroic adventures. But a part of her still wanted to work for it, and strive for scores that she would normally need for admission.
She and Danny haven't decided what their plans are for college, and with everything going on, it wasn't exactly high on her list to tackle. He probably didn't want to stay far from Amity, her or Tucker, but who knows where they'll end up two years from today? With Tucker being Mayor, she's certain he's probably set for life. And she could be too, honestly. She didn't really have to go to college with her huge trust fund, and path for success in her family's business endeavors. As she battles with her consistent thoughts, a brief ring interrupts her thoughts, as she notices her phone light up on her bed side table.
It was a message from Tucker in a group message with her and Danny.
Have something to tell you guys tomorrow.
Way to be cryptic, Tuck. She thought as she began to fluff her pillows. She responded with a quick Okay and tossed her phone to the side, and plopped on her bed.
She thought about Danny, and their previous conversation about sex and everything in between. It was a big deal, and definitely a step too far into their new relationship. She feels as if she's known the half-a her whole life, and yet, she had no idea what to do when it comes to that side of their relationship.
Sure she's been on the pill ever since she turned sixteen, but it wasn't even about the risks of pregnancy and whatever else. It was the act itself, the vulnerability, the animalistic biological need that she will share with him and no one else.
Normally, she couldn't care less what people think of her, but when it comes to Danny, she all of a sudden feels insecure for some rather absurd reasons. What if he didn't like her body? He hasn't really seen much of it. What if she didn't do anything right, or she can't please him? What if they don't share common desires and fantasies?
If she were being completely honest with herself, she knows how much easier it was to stay best friends; however, she's wanted him for so long, and endured the torturous months when he's pining for a different girl. And no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't notice her until pretty much sophomore year.
Thoughts of Danny plagued her mind as she willed herself to sleep. She wasn't prepared for the day to come, and unfortunately, there are just two of them now with Tucker being Mayor.
Him and her. The lovebirds of Casper High.
She saw Danny at her doorstep bright and early at 7:45 in the morning. They flew to school in the mornings, deciding that it was romantic and convenient for them. Not to mention they both enjoy it, and as she always said, flying was her favorite ghost power of his.
"What do you think Tucker's going to tell us? He was pretty random with that text last night." Danny wondered as they approached the doors of their High School.
"Probably something about wanting to discuss a new regulation he wants to approve that he wants our opinion on." She shrugged, not making a big deal of the situation.
As they walked down the hallway, they rolled their eyes at the onlookers and whispers from random classmates. The air was filled with speculation as they walked hand in hand to their new lockers. Danny was greeted by a few jocks—mainly Dash's posse—while Sam was receiving compliments left and right about her outfit by the popular clique.
Sam's locker was first, and she unloaded a full set of books and supplies in a neat order before quickly hanging a picture of her and Danny, as well as the three of them. Closing her locker quickly, she began her journey towards her boyfriend's locker, taking note that he was blindly phasing his things through the locker door.
She waited patiently for him to finish, so they can walk to their first class. Hearing footsteps approach them, she knotted her forehead wondering who it might be, as the steps sounded awfully familiar. With the ghost boy preoccupied with the menial task of organizing his things, he paid no attention to the figure behind his girlfriend.
"Hey guys!" The familiar enthusiastic and slightly high-pitched greeting surprised them. Turning around, Sam was greeted by a grinning Tucker with books in hand.
"Tucker?!" The lovebirds exclaimed at the same time, following with questions as to why he was all of a sudden in school. Danny gave his best friend a high-five, expressing excitement to having his friend back at school with them, while Sam gave a quick hug.
"Guys, chill! One question at a time." Tucker waved his hands at a downward motion, signaling his friends to pipe down. They looked at him expectantly, almost impatiently waiting for his response. Giving them a cheeky grin, the African American boy opened his arms wide, and proudly announced:
"I QUIT BEING MAYOR!"
So there you have it. Chapter I! I hope you liked it, and feel free to say what you'd like.
Noelle Brisbane