There was one thing Sam wanted to do when she walked in the front door. She wanted to cuddle with her husband and sleep like a rock.
She'd been out all night chasing after Boxy, who was at the local storage place. Apparently, he found it funny to throw boxes at her face and see if she could dodge them before running off to another storage unit for more ammunition. After the tenth or so round of this, Boxy stumbled upon the Fenton parents' unit. Needless to say, the multitude of broken gadgets -that the Fentons deemed inappropriate to keep in the house after they found out their son's halfa status- were not kind to the roaming specter. He phased out of the unit with some horrid smelling goop covering him and more than a few scratches on his person. Sam was almost sorry to catch the scarred specter in her thermos-customized with purple and black details- but it had to be done.
When she walked in the door, she saw something that she hadn't expected. She saw her husband, white locks and emerald eyes shining, floating with his feet on the ceiling. In his hand, he held a banana. He had on a blue button-up shirt, and underwear. His hazmat suit is nowhere to be found. His white socks were dirty and his face wore a shocked expression when she walked in the door. Some vague 80s song -screaming rock and roll over and over- playing in the background. Shades slipped off of his face and clattered into the hardwood floor as a green flush appeared on his face. Sam didn't even fight the urge to facepalm. They weren't living in a cartoon for Pandora's sake!
"Uhh," Danny's face was shocked and flustered all at once.
"What are you doing?" Sam sighed as she slid off her coat and set it on the back of their leather recliner. She leant on it and put her head in her hand, glaring up at her dazed husband with a small bit of humor in her voice. Danny just cleared his throat and drifted down to the floor a bit too fast to be seen as calm. He pressed a button on pretty much ancient cd player.
"I thought it would be fun?" He shrugged. Evaporating white rings revealed the blue-eyed, black-haired man still standing in only a messed up button-up, underwear, and socks.
"It's your fault for leaving me home unsupervised and bored. He huffed as he turned and started to make his way to the bathroom to change. Sam sidestepped past the recliner and wrapped her arms over Danny's partially exposed shoulders. He looked over his shoulder at her with a confused expression and even more, now red, blush rising up in his cheeks. Sam set her head in the crook of her elbow, right between Danny's shoulder and neck.
"You dork, " She chuckled.
AN:
I love writing fluff now