Disclaimer: I own nothing. Butch Hartman, the crazy genius, owns it all.

Author's Note: Blame Netflix. I'm even dreaming about Danny Phantom I've been watching it so much.

Rekindle: A Series of One-shots
Lazy Days
June 11, 2011

Danny was at ease. It didn't happen often, but he was completely relaxed. Family out of the house, portal shut down: these together equaled bliss for the young man. Well, one other factor could make his day phenomenal, but he wasn't going to press his luck.

The halfa's limbs were stretched as far as his body would allow, reaching spread-eagle across his bed. Blanket long discarded on the floor, sheets haphazardly strewn across his middle—naked as the day he was born. Oh yeah, this was the life. He had no classes, no other engagements. He could do whatever he wanted with no one to answer to.

His eyes were closed, a serene smile across his face… a cool breeze filtering in through his window—wait.

Sam's voice cut into his consciousness just as he sat up with a rush. "How oblivious can one person be? I've been knocking at your window for about five—hello."

Danny lifted the sheet to cover his chest, as if that would give him a little more modesty. "What happened to calling before dropping by?"

"What happened to answering your cell phone?"

He reached over to his nightstand. Sure enough, six missed calls. All from Sam. "That, too? Sorry."

"I was at your front door for ten minutes before deciding the ladder would be a lot faster." Pause. "So, care to explain the nudity?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "I knew you were coming over?"

Sam rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of his bed to unlace her boots. "You're so suave I don't think I can handle it. Maybe you should try to not answer in a way that makes it seem like you're asking rather than telling—just a thought."

"I learn something new every day with you," he chuckled, reaching out for her midsection to pull her closer. She flopped backwards, head hitting the pillow. Sam tilted her head in order to look at Danny better.

"Do you think Desiree is around?" he asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I thought you closed the portal for the weekend with your parents gone."

"Just double checking. I wished you were here and suddenly you are."

She chuckled, nuzzling against his cheek. "You're a lot better at cheesy flirting than suave flirting."

"Noted, but it's true. I was here just thinking about how my day couldn't get any better… unless you were here with me."

"I believe it."

"Good," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

Sam reached out to draw squiggles against his chest before jabbing him with her index finger. "You still haven't explained the nudity."

He pouted, mouthing 'ow' as he rubbed the spot she hit. "Who needs clothes when you're home alone?"

"Valid point," Sam responded. "You're not home alone anymore, though."

"But you're my girlfriend, so that makes it even more acceptable to be naked."

Sam chuckled, moving out of his embrace. She wiggled off her skirt, then lifted her tank top over her head. Not entirely naked, but better in Danny's book. She returned to his arms, and the second she was close enough, he snapped her bra open.

"Danny!" she pouted, and then heaved a great sigh as she pulled it off. "You've gotten too good at that."

He grinned cheekily, only to receive a solid whack to the chest.

Hours later, sun still pouring in the window, Danny was even more so at ease. Spread, just as he was before, only with his girlfriend curled up against his side, breathing evenly. Worn out. Just as consciousness began to slip away from him, his lazy smile returned.

This was the life.