Requested by Fear The Fuzzy Bear
ALRIGHT WHO IS READY FOR SOME GOOD OL' DANNY AND SAM FLUFF?
Gah, it's been forever since I've written something like this. It felt good to write!
Disclaimer: Naope.
"Sam? What is that smell...?" Danny asked, waving his hand in front of his face as he stepped into the greenhouse. "It smells like rotting food."
Sam peeked out from behind the fruit trees she was trimming, and wrinkled her nose at Danny. "Well, hello to you too. And it's compost."
Danny's eyebrows shot upward. "Compost?"
"Yes, compost. A healthy, Eco-system friendly way to get healthy soil for the plants." She gestured to the trees and bushes behind her. "They just love the stuff."
"Honestly? It smells like Jazz's attempts at cooking." He leaned down to the nearest pot, which was filled to the brim with dark soil. Dark smelly soil.
He quickly pulled away, the smell overwhelming him. "It smells like Jazz's cooking being in the garbage for a week."
He was defiantly not expecting a clod of it smacking into his face.
"Yelch! Sam!" He gasped, bringing a hand up to his face and smearing the dirt away (In reality he made it worse). He turned and glared at the now-smiling-evily girl. His glare melted instantly when he saw that she had another handful ready to be thrown.
"You wouldn't..." Danny trailed off, looking uneasy.
"I so would." She threw the rotting food (Hey, it is what it is) and hit Danny directly in the face.
Danny spluttered, the dirt leaving a foul taint in his mouth. Like a spinach salad left out in the sun for a week. Combined with the elements of dirt. He spat onto the ground, the grits staining the saliva a faint tan. Disgusting.
"Oh, it is so on," he smirked, grabbing a handful of the nasty dirt from the nearest pot and chunking it in Sam's direction. He missed horribly, the clod of rotting dirt landing nearly a foot away from Sam.
Sam's eyes blazed. "Ha! You missed!" She turned to Danny, just to get a handful in the face.
Danny almost laughed. The face shot was pure luck, even he knew that, but Sam didn't know. "Ha! Head shot!"
He dropped his backpack on the ground, grabbed another handful of compost, and ducked behind a plant. All was quite for the smallest of moments.
He just barely peeked out behind the plant, and was meant with another face full of dirt, and a whoop of delight from Sam.
Think, Danny think. What is the best way to get out of this situation but still get revenge on Sam... There has to be something!
Then the idea hit him. He wanted to smack himself in the face, it was so obvious. Distract her. Danny just grinned evilly at the idea.
"Hey Sam! Let's talk about this," Danny peeked out from behind the plant again, and this time dodged the compost before it could hit him in the face.
He started to walk towards her, and soon grabbed her hands, keeping them from grabbing any more dirt. She looked taken-abact, but determined. She always looked determined, though.
And then Danny kissed her.
But alias, his plan backfired. He loosened his grip on her hands just enough so she could break free, and she just stared at him, with this look in her eyes that Danny just couldn't quite seem to configure...
But wasn't that look always there? Distantly, whenever Sam looked at him at any given moment, that tiny gleam in her eyes, small but sure, was always there. Danny couldn't quite figure out exactly what it was, but not he had a vague idea. Seeing this look intensified, it only-
And then she kissed him back.