Seduction of the Soul, part 1
A/N: The events in this story take place during DPU 25, 26, and… well, you get the idea, it's a side story.
Manson house, 05:16 PM.
A day after Sam and Danny split up, or… what was Sam doing while Danny had a date with Val at the Mall?
She lies on her bed, dreary and restless, weeping, trying to understand what went wrong with her relationship this time, remembering the night she splits up with him.
"…as much as I can't imagine myself being with another girl… I can't imagine that life together you said you want… Sam, you said you wanted a life with me, you pictured a future together, but I don't. I can't do it. I realize that now.""
"…You'd want me to promise you that I'll love you for the rest of our lives, but I don't wanna make a promise I can't keep…"
"…you're an idiot!" she cries.
Not a single light beam penetrated into her room through her dark purple curtains, the gloom was the perfect reflection of her soul. Only a vintage lamp lit her room —yet barely— just enough to allow her eyes to see the object of her affliction.
A poster of Danny Phantom fighting ghosts hanging on her wall… She couldn't say what the mere image of him made her feel… pain, rage… love… passion… was it possible for her to feel all those contradicting feelings?
She knew this has always been the case, the ambivalence of their relationship… he was the one guy who made her angry and yet, so happy. He could make her groan and giggle, laugh and cry; Danny was the only person she feels this ravaging desire to punch him in the face and kiss at the same time.
And there were so many other things that he made her feel whenever they were together fighting ghosts, whenever he was there to save the day… to save her…
Seeing this poster of him only made that feeling grow up inside her body as her hand slides down her belly, slowly slithering beneath her skirt, then going inside her G-string and tangles in her pubic hair, only to then touch her pussy…
The area between her legs was quivering with excitement as she thinks about the things she loves about him. The image of Danny becomes the one thing in her mind… his snow-white hair, his glowing green eyes… She thinks of him being there in her room, floating over her bed, that it was his hand touching her and not hers… then rhythmically she increases the speed.
Mm-hmm… involuntarily she lets out a little moan, imagining Danny's sometimes-warm-and-sometimes-cold breathe on her neck, his lips gently touching her skin and the soft spot between her shoulders and neck, kissing away her pain.
The area between her legs quivers with more excitement—
"Sammy-kins!" Pamela Manson said bursting through her door.
Startled, Sam sprang off her ass; she rapidly takes her hand out of her skirt, hoping she didn't see what she was doing.
"Mom! What are you doing?!" she quickly throws a pillow at her face.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," said approaching to her bed.
"I'm fine! Why do you always have to burst into my room like that, mom? I've told you plenty of times to knock the door first!"
"Well, for Pete's sakes! Why all this overreaction, sweetie? You are so defensive! Were you… masturbating?" Pamela asked.
"Was I mastur—No, Mom!" Sam talks frantic.
"It might not seem like me to say it, but it's ok if you we're masturbating."
"MOM!" she fumed. "Zip it, okay?"
"Is something very natural—"
"No, I don't masturbate!"
"Masturbation is a mother-and-daughter thing to talk about. I think we never really had the chance to have a proper talk about it."
"Mother-daughter thing? Mom, just stop talking about it!"
"Ok, ok. We don't have to call it that word if that makes you uncomfortable," she spoke in an understanding tone.
"Good, 'cause it makes me uncomfortable!"
"We can call it… we can call it Sam's happy time or Sammy's happy hour… "
"Sammy's happy hour?" Sam spoke amazed. "Just for how long do you think I would do it!?"
"…or whatever time you like to play with yourself…"
"Yeah, how about none."
"…my special alone time with myself," she continued, oblivious of her daughter's ranting.
"Oh my God, mom!" she cried. "Stop it! Mom, you can't come in just like that and—what do you want?"
"I'm sorry, it's just… I have noticed you've been a bit gloomy… er… than usual ever since you came back from your trip to Minnesota with your… boyfriend," said glaring at Danny's poster on Sam's wall, "so I wanted to know what was bothering you. Is what we mothers do."
"Thanks mom… but I'm fine, really," said sitting with her legs bent.
Quickly, she sits next to her daughter.
"Sammy, I can tell you are upset about something. Did something bad happen back there? Did he… did he do anything to you?" she asked fearing for the worst.
"What!? No! No, you know he wouldn't do anything like that…"
"But something bad happened?"
"Well… he did do something, but…"
…slowly placing the kitchen knife in her neck holding it by both ends. "Look at me. Look at me, bitch!" Danny ordered retracting his mask. "Look at my eyes and tell me, what does it look like I'm gonna do?" said pointing his eyes at the Lunch Lady's eyes, while holding the kitchen knife on her neck…
"But is nothing you should worry about, mom. Really, just… hunter business," says quickly, trying to forget how Danny decapitated the Lunch Lady and how much he seemed to enjoy it.
"Sweetie, I know you wouldn't spend this much time in your room with this long face if something important hadn't happen," said holding her daughter's chin lovingly. "So tell me what happened. Did you kids have another fight?"
"We're not kids, we're almost adults! And why would you wanna know?"
"Come on sweetie. You know you can trust me, I'm your mother. Who else could you talk to about this?"
Taking a deep breathe, she decides to talk about her real problem and do the one thing she swore she'd never do: ask her mother for advice.
"Mom… how did you… how did you know dad was the one?" Sam managed to say.
"Oh… so that's what this is about," Pamela said. "Well, that's… not an easy question."
"I don't need to hear all the telenovela you two lived, I just wanna know how did you know—how do I know I've found the right one?"
"Well, in my case… I guess it was when I felt comfortable going to the bathroom without shutting the door."
"What?" she asks in shock. "You're joking, right?"
"Now you know how it feels when you get a snappy answer," she smiled.
Sam giggles faintly.
"Ok, good one."
"There is that smile I love," Pamela said hugging her daughter.
"Ok, but seriously… how did you know it was him?"
Pamela sighs deeply, figuring out a way to answer her question. She never believed she would ever have this conversation with her daughter.
"Well… as you know I have a very strong personality like you," she said.
"Yeah, we… can say that… I strongly disagree."
"And every other guy I'd dated before him would just say 'Ok, you're mad, let me leave you alone stewing on your own madness.' Or 'bitch, you're acting crazy, I'm out of here.' But your father, Jeremy, he actually fought back. It was a slap in the face, but I realized that if he respected me and loved me enough to not walk away but stand up to me instead and tell me what I needed to hear even when if I didn't believe it, then he was a keeper."
"Fight back and tell me am wrong? That's not a problem with Danny."
"But he not only fought me, he fought with me," she went on. "Most couples, they just fight each other, and that's natural, but a good couple also fights together. They support each other instead of getting in their way. Of course, it took me a lot more trail and error than I'd like to admit to learn that."
"But… what if he doesn't feel the same?" Sam asked. "I love him, but Danny…"
"Does he love you back?"
"He does, but… when we came back he said he doesn't know if he wants a future with me…" she wept.
"Sweetheart, let me tell you something no teenager ever believes, but I guarantee you is the absolute truth. Not all love is true. You fall in love more than once. It will happen again. It will be just as amazing and extraordinary as the first time and maybe, well definitely, just as painful. But it'll happen again. I promise. But not all of them will be the one, and even when you think he's the one, he isn't, because you're too young to know what you want or what you need."
"No I'm not!"
Pamela giggles. "I said the same thing when I was your age, and if I hadn't listen to my mom when she said that to me, well, let's say you wouldn't be here."
Sam bites her bottom lip looking prone.
"Tell me, did you guys did it already?" Pamela asked.
"What!?" Sam whispered.
"Well, I've heard rumors and—"
"Danny and I haven't had any sex, ok?" Sam cuts her off. "I'm still a virgin, if that's what you're worried about. So no need to panic for getting a grandchild before time."
"Well, I wasn't worrying about that… yet. But thanks for getting that out of my hair."
"You're welcome."
"Just hope you feel comfortable enough to tell me when you feel like doing it," said looking at her daughter. "Unless… you already do, don't you?"
"I… yes."
"I see… That explains everything. I shouldn't be so surprised. I'm just glad you haven't done anything you can regret."
"That's the thing, I… I wanted to do it. We tried several times, but when we are about to I… I just can't. I feel like I shouldn't do it even though every part of me really wants to!" she said. "This couple counselor we met on a cave sort of made me realize I have intimacy issues."
"Wait, you had couple's therapy in a cave while hunting?"
"Yeah, but that was just a second job. Hunting monsters doesn't really pay the bills."
"I assumed as much."
"And I don't even know why. I want to be with him, I thought having sex would bring us closer, but I just can't do it."
"That's why he left you!?"
"No! He actually asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it, like a lot of times. I kept saying yes, but turns I'm not."
"So he didn't push you?"
"No, more like I was pushing myself, pushing us both. He was fine with not having sex."
"Yeah right. Then why aren't you with him now?"
"Because I just thought it'd be good for us to take a stepback in our relationship, have some time for ourselves," said with a tear dropping off her face.
"Oh my poor confused baby," Pamela said hugging her daughter before she started crying. "This is what I meant when I said you don't know what you want," she cleaned her tears.
"Not helping, mom."
"But I'm right. Now listen, you're a wonderful girl, even with all this gloom around you, —he's lucky to have you as his girlfriend, and if you really are meant to be together then you'll get through whatever problem you're facing now. But if you don't, then don't mourn over that kid, you don't need him. You can always get better than him."
Sam sobbed.
"Thanks mom."