Writing this. This piece of my soul converted to binary for your eyes alone. It's been so long since I've written anything. I'm afraid of failure but you know what? I'm more afraid of never having someone read my words again. So here goes. A one shot to begin with. Maybe this will give me the courage to go back and finish what I've started.

"Danny..." Sam murmured, tossing and turning on black silk sheets. Sweat clung to her forehead, hair stuck to her neck. Her T-shirt soaking wet with perspiration, Sam continued her restlessness. She was so hot, burning with longing.

She could feel his hard body on top of her own, hips pressing her down, lips gently teasing her mouth open. She opened her eyes to stare into his. So blue she could drown in them, she felt his eyes scour her soul, touching her in ways that a body couldn't. His shaggy back hair fell over his face. "Sam," he breathed. "Sam, I need you." He took her hand in his, gently kissing it before laying it against his chest. She felt his heart thumping. "Danny...take me. I want you to have all of me."

No other words were needed. Danny ran his hand through Sam's hair, over her cheek, thumb gently pulling her lower lip down before he kissed her. Kissed her with all the feelings he had kept hidden for so many years. He suckled her lower lip, and groaned when her tongue met his. So sweet, he thought, like cool water in a desert. My oasis. He was scorching now, his hands traveling from her waist to her breasts, gently stroking her, amazed that such a strong woman could be so soft and yielding. Sam panted slightly. Danny was always so careful with her, but the time for caution was past. She needed him, urgently. She lifted her head and bit his shoulder hard. He flinched, then chuckled. "A little impatient?" No answer was needed, Sam was grinding her hips against his in a way that couldn't be ignored.

He took her (rather obvious) hints, and began peeling off her clothes, pausing only to admire her milky-white flesh as inch by inch was exposed. Her breasts he gave a look of near reverence before gently taking them into his hands and mouth, his tongue swirling around the pink buds. "Danny, please...don't stop..." She moaned, wishing he would undress her faster, her hands traveling up and down his shirtless chest. He paused, sensing the urgency in her. Danny licked his way down her navel, admiring the way her hips curved gently, her mound covered by lilac panties, the fabric steadily growing darker as her arousal became stronger. He hooked his hands through them, pulling them down as his mouth continued to taste and savor, her sighs and moans like music to his ears. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He stepped back and looked at Sam, fully naked, for the first time. His heart stuttered. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her skin looked so soft, inviting him to sink into her, to forget everything but the way she felt, sounded, tasted. And yet, it wasn't just the way she looked, but her energy, the way he felt his own aura respond to hers on a spiritual plane. He needed her, wanted her, loved her.

Sam could sense Danny staring at her naked form. Her eyes lost some of their hazy look. She met his gaze and said, "You know you can do more than stare, right?" She rose up, crossing the minute distance between them and grabbed his belt, kissing him the way she always wanted to in the waking world. She savored every sensation. God, he's magic. He ignited a ball of flame in her stomach and sent it burning through her veins. As she undid his button and fly, her hand brushed against his large, hard member. This time, she thought, nothing will interrupt us. She didn't notice him phase out of his boxers. One moment there was a thin piece of fabric separating them, the next, skin was against skin, desire pulsating through their bodies and hearts. Danny picked Sam up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he laid her down in a bed she could have sworn was not there before. Danny kissed her, hard, pushing her legs apart with his knees. "Sam, you're sure this is what you want?"

"More than anything."

He entered her and almost lost control. God, she was so wet, so soft, so tight! Sam gasped, feeling Danny's hot member fill her until she thought she might scream in ecstasy. They fit perfectly together. He held her hands above her head, fingers intertwined, doing nothing but existing with her in that one moment. Sam began clenching her walls around him, and that spurred him to move. "Ooooh, yes!" Sam hissed, eyes half closed. Seeing her breasts bounce and her eyes glazed in pleasure nearly drove Danny to come right then and there. He leaned in and kissed her, never losing his rhythm. He groaned. "Sam, you're like a damn drug to me." He reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit. Sam bucked beneath him, and moaned louder. "I want it harder!" Danny complied, driving into her, touching her, tasting her sweet mouth, loving her the way she deserved.

Sam looked up at Danny, her hands stroking his back, nails digging into his shoulders when he hit the sweet spot, biting her lips against her near animalistic cries of pleasure. It was almost too much. "Danny, I think I'm going to..." Her world exploded. She could hear herself screaming, distantly, as pleasure overtook her body, causing her walls to clamp down on Danny, milking her own climax and his, his hot seed filling her. Their eyes met, cobalt blue and summer lilac, imprinting the other's expression in their minds forever. Danny laid on top of Sam, kissing the valley between her breasts.

"Danny, I-"

"Sam, I-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Sam woke up, reluctantly. It was such a delicious dream, and she had been having more of them lately. She rolled over. Don't let it end just yet, she pleaded to the dream gods. She let the last wave of desire roll through her body, wishing with all her being that it was real, that maybe today, she would finally get the courage to let Danny know what he meant, let him take her, make love with him. But she knew she would let another day pass, and another...

Danny rolled over, his groggy eyes barely open. He groaned. He'd been having this hot, wet dream for several nights now, and it always ended right before he told Sam that he loved her. And today would be no different. He would be as he always was, best friends with a woman he couldn't have, and didn't have the ruthlessness to take.

Simultaneously, they rose out of their respective beds, thinking.

If only...if only...