Hey guys, wish a happy (belated) birthday that was three months ago to Samurai Prince if you can, and merry Christmas ^^ here take this "sexy but awkward" gray ghost drabble.

Danny and Val are in their twenties and living in a shared condo, and they're probably in college. No PP. Val knows about Danny being Phantom, though.

Danny Phantom (hhhhh) doesn't belong to me.

Enjoy :)

-Cheshire


He fiddled with his keys. Dammit, I've gotta fix the doorbell again and vacuum the carpet before Val gets home and-

Oh, hello.

Danny was pretty used to surprises. Oh, Vlad sent an "interesting" voice mail to his mom and needed his ass kicked? Okay. Skulker stalked him and tried to shoot up his seminar? Time to grab the thermos. Box Lunch? Um. Sure.

He was not, however, prepared to see his girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancée in a bunny stripper costume sitting sexily on the kitchen counter.

Danny almost dropped his backpack. Valerie Gray in stripper boots and skintight leotards did not compute, nor did her flaunting her boobs on their counter compute either.

"Hey there, ghost boy," she said.

Danny's stumbled reply was nearly as rigid as he was. "I - um - hi there. Hi yes hello how are you today haha that's good um. Yeah. Hey."

Valerie chuckled. "Surprised?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Those are some profane words, young man."

A smile crept on his face, and Danny slid his arms around her waist. "Well," he whispered, "what're you gonna do about it?"

"Oh? You could do with some disciplinary action." The Red Huntress smirked.

"That's if you catch me first."

"Dammit Danny, I thought this was a bad-student roleplay."

"Dammit Val, does it look like I know what I'm doing?"

His girlfriend chuckled, resting her forehead against his. "Thought you always had a plan," Valerie muttered.

"Yeah, well, I'm also terribly good at improvising."

"You improvised your Snapchat username to Dabby Phannypack and then proceeded to name everything else Dabny Fantown because somebody recognized your ugly filters at work."

Danny grimaced and lightly punched her arm. "Shut your hellfu-"

Valerie caught his fist, grinning and uppercutting in retaliation. He only barely went intangible in time before her attack ghosted through his spine. The Red Huntress shuddered. "You gotta warn me next time," she groaned.

Danny raised an eyebrow, playfully pushing Valerie onto the counter. "Depends on whether you warn me before pulling punches."

She smiled, eyeing him. "You know that's never gonna happe-"

Ding, dong, the witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch!

A pause.

"That is the stupidest-ass doorbell I have ever heard, Fenton."

"I was rushing, alright."

Valerie's eyes widened in horror. "Your mom called and said she wanted to come over some time this week."

The thought sunk in for a few moments.

The couple scrambled off of each other, grabbing shirts and throwing on shoes. "Danny, where's the brush?"

"Do I look like I know? Dammit Val, put some clothes on!"